Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 1 Beizhen Fusi, Ji Jiuro also

Jing Dynasty, Datong 64 years.

In the middle of the night, the lights in Tianjing City were dimmed.

There was a roaring roar, and the thunder sounded from far to near, rolling over the sky.

Blazing electric light suddenly tore through the night, illuminating a dilapidated house in Nanmen Hutong.

At the same time, Ji Yuan opened his eyes on the cold hard bed in the main room.

Like a nightmare, he sat up abruptly.

Empty eyes, without the slightest expression.

After a while, Ji Yuan seemed to wake up from a big dream, thinking silently in his heart:
"Jing Dynasty... Tianjing... Liaodong refugees... Ji Jiulang... Heilongtai!?"

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his chest, but there were no bullet holes.

Dead, but not quite dead?
"Unexpectedly, my undercover career for several years would end in this way..."

Ji Yuan has mixed feelings in his heart, his past is like smoke, he graduated from the police academy, undercover, abroad, horse boy, traded, netted, killed...

"It's okay, the days of dancing on the tip of the knife are too tiring..."

He bowed his head and smiled.

Accepted quickly.

Anyway, I am a loner, and I have no parents to support me.

The only regret is that I did not live to receive the medal.

"hiss!"

When his mood was fluctuating, Ji Yuan suddenly covered his head and took a deep breath.

It was as if a red-hot iron braze had penetrated the Tianling Gai.

piping hot!

Hot!

pain!

Numerous scattered pictures were stuffed in.

Chaotic!

"So 'I' is also called Ji Yuan? I have the same name and surname. It seems that this is also a tradition of time travel."

The corner of Ji Yuan's mouth twitched, as if he thought it was funny.

He swayed, resisting the swollen and throbbing pain in his temples, immersed in the fleeting memory fragments.

This Ji Jiulang, originally from Liaodong, was born in Jiubianjun Town.

His father was a small banner officer in Fusi, Heilong, Taipei Town, Jingchao.

Later, he was sent by the Shangguan to Liaodong, where he entered Delong Trading Company as a hidden stake to investigate the smuggling case of salt and iron in Xishan Prefecture.

She has been lurking for several years and collected a lot of ironclad evidence, but unexpectedly her whereabouts were revealed when reporting the letter.

Almost everyone in the family was wiped out, only Ji Yuan was rescued by luck and survived.

He was brought to Tianjing by Ji Chengzong, the second uncle of Nanzhen Fusi, and brought up.

Now it's the age of hair, and I just received the errand of Tiqi...

A series of messy fragments are intertwined into the past, flashing in front of Ji Yuan's eyes as if at eight times speed.

In Liaodong, there have been eight years of severe drought and eight years of heavy snowfall.

Natural disasters occur every year, and the people's lives are difficult, and they have reached the point of selling their children and daughters.

Especially the villages around the military town and the walled city are even more dangerous.

Inside, there are military leaders who kill the people to take credit, and outside, there are barbarians who attack grass valleys.

Not to mention the powerful landlords and gentry clans.

That network of relationships leaves nowhere for people to escape.

It is hard to find a way to survive for a good family who is honest and does not want to be a thieves.

Either sell yourself as a servant, or gather in the mountains and forests.

"Humans are not like humans, ghosts are not like ghosts... Jing Chao Ding Ding Ding Ding Tian Tian Jia Zi, it is a prosperous age of burning oil and flowers! How did it become like this?!"

These memories were too real, as if he had seen, heard and experienced it himself, Ji Yuan's expression became heavy, with a bit of grief and doubt in his eyes.

Before he could continue to think, there was a sharp throbbing pain in his chest.

It's like a fire, but it feels a bit cold.

Under the entanglement of the two phases, it makes people want to die.

"This... when did 'I' get hurt?"

Ji Yuan unbuttoned his underwear, looked down, and saw a black palm print on his chest.

Its color is deep, as if poisoned.

"I just passed through it, and I'm going to die soon?"

Ji Yuan's heart moved, and he searched for clues from the boundless sea of ​​knowledge.

After a long time, he finally remembered the cause and effect, and his eyes showed coldness.

Everything stems from the official position left vacant by the old father who was loyal to the country.

According to the laws of the Jing Dynasty, court officials have three kinds of grace.

One is the world reward, civil servants above seven ranks, can let their sons enjoy the imperial salary.

If you make a contribution, you can also directly enter the Guozijian and become a student supervisor.
The second is hereditary, father died and son succeeded, and most of the families of military generals in Jiubianjun Town came from this.

The third is the son of Yin, if the parents are senior officials of the first rank, there is no need to wait, and you can directly write a letter to ask for an official position of the fifth rank for your son.

And so on, even for junior officials from the seventh rank.

You can also get a not-so-popular Dianshi and Yicheng.

Ji Yuan's father was a small banner officer in Fusi, Beizhen, who happened to be from Qipin.

Later, he assisted in solving the major salt and iron smuggling case in Xishan Prefecture. Although he died, he was still sealed by Heilongtai.

The hundred households who have been promoted to the sixth rank will be given flying fish clothes and embroidered spring knives as a reward.

If there are no accidents, follow the normal procedure.

Ji Yuan should directly fill in his father's vacancy and become the youngest Baihu adult in Beizhen Fusi.

But today is not what it used to be, and this is not the beginning of the Jing Dynasty.

The law is one thing, and its implementation is another.

Heilongtai has great authority, supervises all officials, and patrols the world.

A monthly salary of one hundred households is 34 taels of silver, wearing a flying fish suit, carrying an embroidered spring knife, and holding a book of impermanence.

There are 120 people in charge of Tiqi, who is not courteous in everything they pass?
There are a lot of people wanting to spend money to fill such fat vacancies.

How can it be the turn of Ji Yuan who has no money and no power.

"Lin Baihu from Beizhen Fusi shied away before, saying that I was too young and my martial arts were too low to convince the public, so I only gave me a Tiqi..."

Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

The official ranks of Beizhen Fusi are, from high to low, command envoy, thousand households, deputy thousand households, hundred households, test hundred households, general banner, and small banner.

The so-called "Tiqi" has no rank or rank, and can only be regarded as a guard. They belong to petty officials and have no official position.

"That Lin Baihu is clearly deceiving 'I'. I have no father, no mother, and no strong backing, so I can only let him handle it!"

Ji Yuan's heart was at peace, and he suppressed the fire on his chest for the time being.

In his previous life, he had seen many such disgusting things.

It was supposed to be my own thing, but it was taken away for no reason.

Not only that, but sometimes you have to step on it, without leaving a trace of decency.

Ji Yuan knew that if he endured for a while.

Then it will become a soft persimmon that everyone can bully, and there will be bitterness to eat in the future.

The word "reason" is not universal.

From what he saw in his original body, that fat pig-like Lin Baihu was a real villain who didn't get up early without profit.

No matter what errand or case, as long as it passed his hands, at least a layer of oil and water would be scraped off.

"The dispute between 'I' and Lin Baihu failed, and in the end, not only was he sent down to be a Tiqi, patrolling the streets every day, it was difficult to have a chance to make meritorious deeds, and he was also rejected by his colleagues...

Two days ago, 'I' went to check the goods at the pier, attracted the Cao Gang, had a conflict, and was injured in the end..."

While thinking about it, Ji Yuan sorted out this matter from beginning to end.

There are many strange things in it.

Ji Yuan is free from work every day, just going to the yamen to do some work, and then patrolling the streets.

The main area is Sanfang at the North Gate.

Yongding River Wharf, located in Ping'an Square, Ximen, is not under his control at all.

Why would you go to check the goods and provoke the Cao Gang?

"That fat pig wants to design 'me'? For what? Let me hand over the vacancy left by my father? So that he can do business?"

Ji Yuan's heart is like a mirror, and he immediately deduces that it is almost inseparable.

In his previous life, he wandered around the border, and he had never seen anything from three religions to nine streams.

No younger than the original body, he only knows the dangers of the world, but he doesn't understand the human heart and ghosts.

"The Cao gang, and the leader of the gang who shot 'me', maybe they are all a group of people... Murdering the imperial court officials, according to Jinglu, killing all the families! But to deal with a Tiqi who is not in the grade, but Much easier."

Understanding clearly, Ji Yuan took a deep breath.

There was not much worry in his eyes, but a playful smile appeared instead.

He just has such an unruly temperament, he is not afraid of trouble, doesn't cause trouble, and doesn't avoid trouble.

Otherwise, in his previous life, he wouldn't have been able to hang out with ease among those vicious smugglers.

He had been undercover for several years, and did not reveal his identity until the network was finally closed.

Tatata!
There was a sound of hurried footsteps.

Someone braved the pouring rain, stepping on the splash and came towards the main house.

Ji Yuan closed his coat and closed his eyes.

Lying down as usual, intermittent voices came from my ears.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm really sorry, I have to trouble you in the middle of the night..."

A thick male voice came through the door.

"It's okay, it's important to save people."

This seems to be an old man.

Crunch!

The wooden door was old and made a harsh sound.

Two figures stepped into the main room one after the other and lit the oil lamps.

The leader is an old man with white beard and hair, carrying a medicine box on his back.

The middle-aged man following behind is Ji Yuan's second uncle, Ji Chengzong.

I saw him wearing a bullfight suit, wearing a waist knife, and his face was full of anxiety:
"Mr. Zhou, my nephew was injured, and he has been in a coma for two days... The doctor in Qianjintang invited several doctors, and they only said that the internal organs were damaged, and ordinary medicines were hard to heal. You come to the door."

The old man put down the medicine box and walked quickly to the bed.

First, he glanced at the "comatose" Ji Yuan, and then stretched out two fingers to uncover the undershirt.

Seeing the black palm print, he frowned and asked coldly:

"A member of the Cao Gang? 'Iron Sand Palm' Luo Lie?"

Ji Chengzong nodded, with a hint of hatred in his words:
"It's this villain! Relying on his relationship with Wucheng Bingmasi, he acts lawlessly. Even Beizhen Fusi dares to stroke a tiger's beard!"

The old Mr. Zhou pressed Ji Yuan's chest lightly, and then held his wrist pulse, his eyes suddenly changed, and he said in surprise:
"Hey! Ji Zongqi, Jiulang is saved! He was hit by Luo Lie's iron sand palm. His martial arts are insidious, and there are two kinds of cold and hot in the palm force, which is the most debilitating energy and destroys flesh and blood.

It stands to reason that after two days of suffering, Jiulang should have run out of fuel.

But just now, the old man found that although Jiulang's injury has not improved, although the pulse condition is weak, there is a revival of vitality in his body.

Well, well, he has survived the most difficult level!

Later, the old man will prescribe some medicines to strengthen the blood and invigorate the qi. It should be fine after a few months, but it may cause the root cause of the disease. In autumn and winter, it is easy to catch wind and cold! "

Mr. Zhou carefully looked at the young man lying on the bed, feeling weird in his heart.

Such an injury would be difficult to heal even if it was a convincing First Realm warrior.

However, Ji Jiulang forced himself to hold his breath, trying to preserve the vitality in his body.

"It's good to save lives!"

Ji Chengzong sighed.

As for the root of the disease.

Think of a way later.

"Your Jiulang, auspicious people have their own appearance."

Mr. Zhou sighed with emotion, and turned around to write the prescription.

Ji Chengzong quickly thanked him, and went out with him later.

Before the curfew, we must hurry up and get all the medicinal materials.

The door was closed tightly, and the room was quiet.

"It's a good thing I can't die."

Ji Yuan opened his eyes and exhaled lightly.

My mind is about to relax,

Suddenly,

A violent dizziness rushed to the forehead,
Come fast and fast!
Extremely abrupt!

The sea of ​​consciousness is churning and rolling, and with a "swipe", large sections of information flow emerge.

Those mysterious lines that seem to contain different powers are constantly intertwined and evolving.

In the end, a simple and simple picture scroll that is as bright as the sun is formed!
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