Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

"Seven kills to kill?"

The big butler Zhao showed a hint of curiosity at the right time.

He knew very well the temperament of his master.

At this time, if you don't hold your tongue.

There must be suffering.

"Does Supervisor Qin Tian know where it is?"

The young man was holding two iron galls.

There were two beautiful maids kneeling on the couch.

One is beating the leg and the other is holding the stove.

"The old slave once heard that the grandfather of the country mentioned that it is an institution that calculates the celestial phenomena for the imperial court and observes the fortune of the country.

Whenever a war goes out, saints or princes have to ask Lord Jianzheng before they can formulate national policies.

By the way, Naqin Tianjian seems to be in charge of drafting and changing the world ranking list every three years.

Young Master Xiu was included in the list, and he was commented as the wolf Gu Zhixiang, a talented soldier. "

After all, the big butler Zhao is working for the government of Liang Guo, and the information is much better than ordinary people.

In particular, all kinds of rumors and rumors in the courtroom are often known immediately.

He had heard of the most mysterious Qin Tianjian in the Jing Dynasty.

"That's right. There is a golden book immortal book in the Qintian prison, which records all the top figures in the world who have united with heaven and man and entered the realm of masters.

There are several volumes under it, subdivided into mountains and rivers, Qianlong, young phoenix and so on.

Almost all the outstanding talents and wizards are all in one network. "

After that, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Bastard embryo!"

The young man cursed.

His father was the prince of the dynasty, a great master with a name and a surname in the world.

But he doesn't have any talent in martial arts. Even if he has eaten a lot of tonics and great pills, he is still stuck in the second stage of Tongmai.

Not to mention Qin Tianjian's Qianlong and Youfeng lists, they didn't even make it to the Jinghua list, which was limited to Damingfu.

Every time I think about this, I feel depressed in my heart.

"In addition to formulating such lists, Qin Tianjian also subdivided the basics of human aptitude, unified all kinds of mysterious theories, and exhausted the way of luck."

After venting a little, the young man leaned on the couch and said in a light voice:

"This generation of prisoners highly respects the theory of Yuan Tiangang, and he also believes that people have destiny, and there are differences between high and low.

Of course, those who are born extraordinary can also be self-sufficient.

Just like Zong Pingnan's Seven Kills, and also called the Seven Devils, it's amazing.

According to legend, every time he experienced a bloody disaster, he could absorb the evil spirits of others and raise his own body and qi.

After seven times, the fortune will be completed, and the martial arts practice will advance by leaps and bounds, thousands of miles a day.

Otherwise, how could Zong Pingnan be able to buck the trend after being held in Zhaoyao Mountain for so long! ? "

Butler Zhao opened his eyes wide.

Is there such a thing as such?

"Those who can be scrambled by the six true lineages to enter the gate wall are mostly those who have a great fate and are favored by the will of heaven.

That's why I said, mud legs are mud legs in this life, do you really think Zong Pingnan is the same as them? People have their own destiny, and they will turn into dragons when they meet the situation. "

The young man suddenly lost his interest.

In this life, he will not be able to imitate his father's achievements, and he will become an extremely noble minister.

You can only rely on the shadows and enjoy the rich days.

"What Young Master Cheng said is very true."

Butler Zhao bent down and bowed his head.

"Let's step back, and... let's come over with someone else.

I'm not sensible at all, and it spoils my son's interest! "

With a backhand slap, the young man knocked out the beautiful maid who had been pinched so badly.

"The sage said that no one is superior? It's ridiculous!

Even the number of fates are noble and inferior, how can there be no difference between people?

Otherwise, how come this son was born the son of the prince, and you were born a lowly servant? "

Another beautiful maid shivered and shrank beside the couch, for fear that she would end up like this.

"Old slave retire."

Butler Zhao has long been accustomed to the inexplicable anger of the young master, and he is silent and does not speak.

He raised his hand and stunned the frightened maid, like an animal, and dragged her out of the house.

Deep mansion compound, wealthy mansion.

The servants and chores buried in the backyard, the concubines and maids filled in the dry well, how could there be less?

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In recent days, the dilapidated house in Nanmen Hutong, where Ji Yuan lives, has been quite lively.

Each lecture hall in Tianjing Thirty-sixth Square will publish a list after each test.

Previously, he pulled up a thousand jins of copper pillars, and received a high-quality evaluation of his strength as a tiger.

In addition, the archery won the first place, and it firmly ranked first in the Taianfang Lecture Martial Arts Hall.

The little-known Liaodong mud-legged man brazenly suppressed a group of generals, Chong Xungui.

For a while, the limelight was booming.

When the list was announced, the news spread like wildfire.

Ji Yuan was restless immediately, and several groups of people came to the door in just two days.

First of all, the neighbors who lived in the hutong brought chicken, duck, fish, etc. to eat as a congratulations.

Ping Xiaoliu, the clever boy, deliberately brought two packets of fine private salt from home.

It wasn't anything valuable, so Ji Yuan took it all.

Secondly, it was the second uncle Ji Chengzong's turn. When he came over, he was drunk and he was as happy as he had passed the test himself, and said more than a dozen words of "fighting".

In the end, there were colleagues of Tiqi from Fusi of Beizhen. They each raised money to buy some good wine and meat.

Ji Yuan was also willing to give face and did not refuse.

In the future, he will fill the gap of hundreds of households, and if he wants to gain a foothold in Beizhen Fusi, he will have to pull up his own people.

Shangguan's prestige is actually given by his subordinates.

Ji Yuan understood this truth.

Therefore, looking at the uniform cloud eagle robe, he is also very bright.

Some people drink toasts, others laugh when they praise them, without showing the slightest bit of caution and pretence.

This keeps the atmosphere hot and never cools down.

"Thank you brothers for your love, and came here to congratulate me."

Ji Yuan drank several rounds in a row, smelled of alcohol, but his eyes were sober.

He was young and sat upright.

The other dozen or so cavalry seemed to be guarded by the stars, surrounding them in the middle.

The primary and secondary status is obvious.

"Ninth brother, your courage, we have all heard and seen it!"

There was a white-faced Tiqi, who brought the wine glass in both hands, with excitement on his face.

"In the Beizhen Fusi, no matter the small flag or the general flag, anyone can send me to wait, come and go!

That's why, Brother Jiu, you have such ability and courage!

If the general flag oppresses, then break the general flag's leg! Hundreds of households are plotting against each other, and they will hit Hundreds of households in the face! "

From Ji Jiulang to Jiu Ge, Ji Yuan accepted this change calmly.

His eyes were quiet, he took the glass and drank it, and said lightly:

"How can there be so many adults and villains in the world.

We are classless and classless horses, not as majestic as Zongqi and Baihu.

But I am waiting for the order, following the laws of the king, and observing the laws of the king, instead of being a jerk to the Shangguan and bending over to be a slave! "

Ji Yuan's voice is not high, but it is very heavy, like the sound of gold and iron.

The group of tyrants were even more excited, and they clung to their promises.

They only felt that there was a stronger taste in the wine they drank, and it went straight to their foreheads!

"Speaking of which, Mr. Li, who was busy trying to please Lin Baihu and gave Xu Xian's head, was considered to have suffered retribution."

Another hawk-nosed Tiqi said solemnly:

"He took the initiative to take the strange case of the inexplicable death of Qian Wu, the steward of the Salt Gang, and wanted to take credit, but after several days of investigation, there was no clue at all.

I didn't know why I went to Yizhuang the night before yesterday, and I didn't come to the yamen to order Mao the next day. When I found someone, the body was already hardened, and only a skin was left with shriveled blood.

Everyone in the yamen said that the soul was sucked away by the spirit... that case no one dares to touch now. "

Ji Yuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes flickered.

That Li Zongqi who shot against him is dead?

Could it be that he strayed into the underworld like him and bumped into a more ferocious monster?