Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 219 A group of dragons dancing first, a curse
"My commander has a strong taste. I like red soup. Well, this bowl of sauce is well seasoned. Are you a good eater too?"

Ao Jing took a piece of thinly sliced ​​meat with chopsticks, put it in the sauce plate and rolled it twice.

Maitreya's smiling face relaxed, showing satisfaction.

No wonder he has a white fate [desire to eat].

"In front of the commander, who is qualified to say something old-fashioned?"

Ji Yuan was very modest, and raised his hand to bring out a plate of thinly sliced ​​mutton with exquisite knives. The texture inside was clear and extremely high quality.

"There are many kinds of lamb, lamb ribs are chewy, and lamb legs are tender and juicy.

But the most tricky and greedy thing is the sheep's neck. "

Ao Jing's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be interested, and asked quickly:

"What can you say?"

He looked at the plate, the meat slices were smooth and flat, arranged in a circle.

It seems that the petals are stretched, which is really beautiful.

Just the word "color" makes people move their index fingers.

"First of all, the mutton neck is delicate and tender, with a layer of fat on it, like smooth milk, no matter it is cold or hot, it tastes delicious.

Secondly, this plate of meat is hard to come by, and sheep that are too young cannot be used, nor can sheep that are too old.

Rams are too firm and have a poor taste. Only ewes weighing three or four catties are the best. "

Ji Yuan did what he liked, and his speech was clear and fascinating.

"It's even more troublesome to make. First, soak in water for about half an hour to remove the blood and smell.

Then cook again, not too long, take it out and let it dry for a while, cover with a layer of gauze to keep the meat tender.

It is a must when paired with a bowl of Yangchun noodles, or dipped in vinegar and garlic sauce. "

Ao Jing's throat rolled when he heard it, and he couldn't help nodding.

The way he looked at Ji Yuan was completely different, and there was a pleasant feeling of meeting a confidant.

The so-called gluttons not only have to be delicious, but also have to be able to eat and know how to eat.

If you only care about feasting and don't care about meat and vegetables, it's called a rice bucket.

"That's true! It's soft and tender when eaten cold, and delicious when eaten hot!
Well, I don't see that you are so young, but you are quite proficient in the way of eating! "

Ao Jing tried two different eating methods and was greatly impressed.

"Commander Ao... is a bit off topic."

Seeing Ao Jing talking happily with Ji Yuan, Qin Wugou who was sitting at the side had mixed emotions in his heart, and had an inexplicably weird sense of sight.

She seemed to be thinking of something, her eyes flickered twice, and her earlobe was slightly red.

"Oh, next time we will talk about this again, where did we just talk about? Duke Liang and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

Ao Jing waved his hand, a little unfinished, put away the conversation.

Is this the grandpa?
Qin Wugou was still pretending to be glamorous, but his red lips were unconsciously pursed.

"Presumably Commander-in-Chief also knows that I was born in a military household in Eastern Liaodong and lived in a military village for a while.

I am more concerned about the movement of the border, and often call out some files to read.

In particular, it is rumored that I am the second Zong Pingnan, so I have some understanding of the deeds of the General Zong in Zhaoyao Mountain. "

Ji Yuan put a piece of mutton neck into the clear soup, walked up and down for a while, and just chewed it carefully.

"In the past few years, border crossings have become urgent, and the remnants of the barbarians have repeatedly invaded, which has led to an increase in the number of soldiers recruited every year, and the transportation of food and wages has also increased.

But we all know in our hearts that after the saint no longer comes to the court, he can't hold back the nobles and becomes more and more domineering.

There is no lack of stories of greed for empty pay, raising bandits' self-respect, killing good men and pretending to be meritorious.

I remember reporting several times on the Black Dragon Terrace. At that time, a servant was dismissed, two Wuhou titles were taken away, and four generals were beheaded in a row. "

Ao Jing nodded, his brows gradually tightened.

He had some impression of this big case.

About five years ago, there was a mutiny in Shuofeng Pass.

The reason was that Shangguan withheld military pay and whipped the low-level soldiers who took the lead in asking for it.

In the meantime, minions from outside the territory infiltrated the customs, adding fuel to the fire, causing the follow-up to be out of control.

Fortunately, Heilongtai noticed it in time and stepped up the transmission of letters, and Qin Tianjian detected a change in the mood.

The East Palace immediately issued an order, and King Yan led all his troops to attack Shuofeng Pass, forcing Nu Zun Tianxuan to retreat.

Taking advantage of the situation and using extremely bloody and violent means, a major cleansing was completed.

Afterwards, the prince was furious and settled the score after the fall.

The East Palace issued several edicts in succession, which shocked all the officials in the court.

"The massacre at Shuofengguan five years ago, and 19 years ago because Zong Pingnan faced the Duke of Liang alone, caused a dispute between the cabinet and nobles.

Through these two incidents, the crown prince could see clearly that the Conglong heroic officials headed by Liang Guogong, together with the four princes and eight generals on the nine sides, had already shown a tendency to be irreversible. "

Ji Yuan's young and stern face was covered by the smoke from the copper pot of the stove.

It became a little illusory, and a little more quiet.

Qin Wugou had already put down his chopsticks and propped his sharp chin with one hand.

He listened quietly, his eyes sparkling.

At this time, Ji Yuan had a different demeanor compared to the masculine figure that was full of energy and blood.

"This can be seen from the beginning of Donggong's intervention in the appointment and dismissal of generals from the Nine Sides.

In addition to the Ministry of War, the prince also set up the Governor's Office of the Five Armies to restrain him. "

Speaking of this, Ji Yuan paused for a while, as if feeling a little emotional.

"From this, we can even see the heart and mind of His Highness. Tan Wenying is well-known as one of King Yan's party, while Jiang Guichuan, the Ministry of War, firmly supports the Eastern Palace.

But because Liang Guogong's disciples and old officials are intertwined, almost occupying half of the military department, Jiang Shangshu couldn't hold back.

That's why His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was very bold, and he used Tan Wenying, who was a master of martial arts and guarded Shuofeng Pass for more than ten years, without caring about whether King Yan would gain power.

This courage and vision are worthy of admiration. "

Ao Jing ate more and more slowly. He had been practicing martial arts all year round, and he didn't care about the turmoil in the court.

But being in a high position, one can always feel the turbulent undercurrent under the river.

In the past few years, Donggong has cultivated several great military strategists.

For example, Wang Zhongdao, who is currently in charge of Feixiongwei, and Jiang Yingwu, who came from a family of generals.

It is obvious that they want to replace the old ministers with the new ones.

But those dukes, lords, and half-life soldiers, how could they easily delegate power?
They seemed to be retreating, but they helped their descendants, parents and children up.

If things go on like this, who will be respected among the millions of troops?
What if the border military generals only know the princes but not the court?
"So, you are sure that the East Palace will disregard Duke Liang's face and choose the guarantor.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wanted to take Bianguan Xungui's knife, but he suppressed this idea for a long time.

According to what you said, you started making plans from the first year of prison?
This look..."

Ao Jing narrowed his eyes, and looked sideways at the young Baihu sitting opposite him.

While admiring the prince's methods, he couldn't help but marvel at Ji Yuan's keen insight.

Only through the internal files of Heilongtai, one can judge the general trend of the court and the intention of the East Palace hidden in the depths.

Unexpectedly, this kid is still a talent who has been in Nanya!
"Actually, I'm not sure, after all, I only met His Royal Highness once, so I can't fathom his temperament.

But from my intuition, I feel that the world that His Highness sees is wider than that of ordinary people.

Party struggles, scrambling for the heir apparent, big positions... are not the most important, they come first.

Otherwise, he would not reuse Tan Wenying, let alone hand over a guard army to King Yan for no reason, nor would he dissuade Duke Liang from letting Zong Pingnan go. "

Ji Yuan tapped his fingers on the table, pondering seriously.

He always remembered Bai Hanzhang's fate, which was called "Dancing Dragons".

What do you mean?

Ji Yuan deliberately read Yuan Tiangang's life book, which contained records.

"Gua Jing" ninth, the group of dragons has no head, and all six lines move.

It refers to the ancient times when everyone had holiness.

It is for the yang and the dragons.

Those who have no head are the most prosperous.

So it is the hexagram of good luck.

But replacing the word "wu" with the word "dance" has a completely different meaning.

The group of dragons see their heads, dance in the nine heavens, and guard them. This is the image of a saint since 3000 years ago.

According to this explanation, Bai Hanzhang is the leader who overwhelms the dragons.

Among the 46 destiny numbers, the three golden lines of [Outer Saint and Inner King], [Ordered by Heaven], and [Lord of All Peoples] are shining brightly.

There is no doubt that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is very likely to be a Mingjun and Shengjun who will be famous in history books in the future.

Therefore, Ji Yuan is indeed [-] to [-]% sure.

Bai Hanzhang may not win over Liang Guogong and put pressure on Beizhen Fusi.

Moreover, his pair of "spiritual eyes" can search for minions of evil gods outside the territory, which is temporarily irreplaceable.

He is also a registered disciple of Qin Tian Jianzheng, plus the status of a hundred households of Heilongtai.

All kinds of factors came together, and Ji Yuan had the confidence to break into the patrol camp and kill people by name.

"You are a deep-minded person, not a reckless man who draws a knife and kills with anger in his blood."

Ao Jing finished eating a piece of deliciously boiled radish and wiped his mouth.

"It's complementary to Wugou's personality. In my opinion, why don't we just find an auspicious date and get engaged?"

Before the words fell, the majestic body like a mountain of meat was sent flying with a bang.

"You haven't finished eating yet, so don't overturn the table."

Ji Yuan didn't have the slightest sympathy for what happened to Commander Ao.

As if he didn't hear it, he lowered his chopsticks like flying, picking up cooked meatballs and fish fillets.

I didn't take a break until I was half full.

"If Liang Guogong insists on going to Beijing and wants to kill you, what should we do? Beizhen Fusi will definitely not be able to stop him."

Qin Wugou returned to his seat after beating off Commander Ao who was talking nonsense.

There was a bit of worry in the eyes.

"Naturally, they draw their swords and fight."

Ji Yuan replied calmly.

It seemed like he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

"That's a grand master of the military strategist. The weight of killing may not be much worse than the world's best on the list of mountains and rivers!"

Qin Wugou seemed to be so angry that he laughed.

"So what about the master? Even if a sage wants to kill me, he can't sit still!"

Ji Yuan's eyes were deep and his tone was firm.

"Your words are rebellious, don't you know that since ancient times, when the king wants his ministers to die, the ministers have to die.

Think about it carefully, you are still too impulsive to kill Yuan Bai..."

Qin Wugou snorted softly, there was still a little worry in the corners of his eyes and brows.

"What I have done is like playing a chess game, and I have never regretted it."

Ji Yuan gazed through the smoke from the copper furnace, and looked straight at it.

"In the world, there is never a rare thing where the strong bully the weak and use power to oppress others.

There was in the past, there is now, and there will still be in the future!

The power of one person cannot change the world.

I understand this truth very well.

When I was a child, I often heard my second uncle talk about how practicing martial arts builds ambition, and practicing kung fu builds courage.

From the dilapidated courtyard in Tai'anfang to the martial arts hall, to Beizhen Fusi, Xishan paddock... No matter where you go or who you meet in the future.

Ji Mou has only one wish in his life, not to give in to his heart!

This is my ambition and courage to practice martial arts! "

Qin Wugou was taken aback when he heard that, and stared blankly at that stern face.

The eyes are like spring water, sparkling.

There is nothing impassioned or passionate about these words.

Compared with those who will immediately take over the world and be honored as the marquis of thousands of households,

As well as the Confucian scholars' life for the living and the people, and peace for all generations.

It's downright boring.

But in the eyes of Nuqianhu, it is really like fire, like a thunderstorm, with unparalleled courage.

That unruly air almost soared into the sky.

"Your enemy... used to say such big words."

Qin Wugou seemed to have softened, and it was rare for him to show a little girlishness.

"If Liang Guogong really breaks into Beiya, I will go and ask Grandpa.

He recognized the master as a righteous daughter, and he can be regarded as my master. "

Ji Yuan shook his head, noncommittal.

The "Grandpa Ying" mentioned in Qin Qian's household registration should be the governor of Heilongtai who retreated for saints and protected the Dharma.

A famous master on the list of mountains and rivers.

Can't move easily.

"When martial arts are low, there is not much you can do. Only by clenching your fists with strength can you be truly unyielding."

Ji Yuan once again deeply realized that power and wealth in the world are like a big net.

Either torn apart, unfettered, or submissive, trapped by it.

Even if he didn't kill Yuan Bai, the Duke of Liang's government would continue to take the initiative to provoke him.

Sooner or later, we will face this day.

Just look at Tianjing City at the feet of the saint.

Who is the louder?

……

……

The blood-colored setting sun, hanging down the mountainside, illuminates the vegetation all red.

An extremely spacious and extravagant jade chariot stretches across the mountains and fields, and under it are eight mighty warriors who have exchanged their blood.

It was carried smoothly and without any bumps.

There are three hundred riders at the front and back, all of them are wearing strong and sharp.

Qi and blood are connected together, forming a fierce light like a dark cloud.

This mighty team with extraordinary momentum is like a marching army.

It doesn't make any noise, but the speed is extremely fast.

Going over mountains and ridges is like walking on flat ground.

In just half a day, he was about to arrive at the majestic city that covered more than [-] li from Jingzhou, the famous mansion.

"After all, I am old. In the past, a hundred miles away, there should be the sound of gongs and drums, sweeping the streets, dispersing the people, and welcoming me into the city."

The burly old man in thick fur seemed to be talking to himself.

Between the wrinkled brows, there is a lingering blue and black evil spirit, like vertical eyes.

He was not sitting alone on the jade chariot, the outer layer was covered with three layers of red satin, and a middle-aged monk in bright yellow robes was sitting on it kneeling, bowing his head and chanting sutras.

"Why do you need to worry about the Duke, the sage wrote the rules into the edict before he retreated, and all princes, princes and ministers will travel in a simple manner, and they must not be ostentatious, so as not to disturb the people."

common people?

That's all.

The burly old man twitched at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't say anything, and instead said:
"Xuan Ming, I heard that you have practiced meditation meditation for ten years, you can't even think of a single thought, and you can eliminate afflictions, which is the state of great concentration.

How is it compared to Xuankong Temple's Anger King Kong Yinkong? "

The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together, shook his head and said:

"Naturally, it is far behind. Yinkong was the first to cultivate the Dharma Body of Dragon Elephant Prajna, and comprehend the Buddha's mind of the Great Power.

Regardless of the way of law or the realm, they are all at their peak.

Counting the great masters in the world, there are not many people who can be his opponents.

And the poor monk is no more than a Buddhist monk in the Xuankong Temple. "

The burly old man seemed a little disappointed, closed his eyes lightly, and said bluntly:
"You bald donkeys, you are used to talking sharply, leaving a bit of leeway in everything, the most boring."

The middle-aged monk has a very good self-cultivation, even if he is scolded as a "bald donkey", he is not annoyed, and said with a light smile:

"The Duke of the country is following the way of a military strategist who will succeed in everything and kill everything. It is normal to look down on the Buddhist way."

The burly old man leaned back into the big chair, remained silent for a while, and then asked again:

"It is rumored that the past abbots of Huangjue Temple are very accurate in seeing faces. Is it true?"

The middle-aged monk thought for a while, and said softly:

"It is said that when Jing Pilgrim had not made his fortune, he shaved his hair and became a novice monk in Huangjue Temple.

One day, the abbot saw it, and concluded that the saint has a dignified appearance and is the master of the people.

Give him martial arts..."

The burly old man sneered and said impatiently:

"It's all bullshit, what a waste of time.

The sage told me in person that he was almost kicked out of the mountain gate because he stole boxing from the monks of Huangjue Temple.

I was repeatedly made things difficult by the monks in the kitchen and couldn't get enough to eat, so I went down the mountain for alms and joined the rebel army..."

The middle-aged monk smiled dumbly and said lightly:
"So the rumors are mostly false and cannot be regarded as true.

However, the poor monk did hear from several chiefs in the temple that the past abbots of Huangjue Temple have all cultivated the body of the future inanimate Buddha, so it may be that they have the ability to spy on the secrets of heaven. "

The burly old man sighed softly, his eyes flickered like lightning flashed by.

He gradually sat up, like a tiger standing in the mountains.

The extremely majestic blood energy washed over the skin membrane, propping up the tyrannical muscles and bones that seemed to weigh ten thousand catties.

"Back then, the sage went to Huangjue Temple before retreating.

I walked with him, and met the old monk during the period.

He babbled about Buddhism for a long time, advising me to kill less and less to slaughter cities, and finally dawdled for a long time before choking out three words.

It is a prophecy!Called 'wolves eat sheep'.

Claiming that if this situation is not broken, if they enter the capital again, they may cause catastrophe.

I thought hard for a long time, but couldn't understand the meaning.

A few years later, by chance, I met a wolf cub.

I don't know if it's God's will, or the old monk is really accurate.

That little boy is indeed the face of 'Wolf Gu'.

Wolves eat sheep, wolves eat sheep, hahaha. "

The cheerful laughter resounded through the official road, like a rumbling thunder.

The eight chariot-carrying warriors who had changed their blood to great success seemed to be carrying a huge mountain on their shoulders, and they were almost out of breath.

The middle-aged monk lowered his brow and pleasing to the eye, thought carefully for a moment, and asked with doubts in his eyes:

"If Yang Xiu is a wolf, then why did the Duke of the country accept him as his adopted son?"

The burly old man seemed to have a lump in his chest, raised his snow-white eyebrows, and said slowly:
"If the wolf is just a cub, how can it eat this old sheep like me.

My father intends to grow and cultivate, and wait for the wolf Gu Zhixiang to become stronger and stronger before doing it.

But who would have thought that Liaodong Mudzuzi did it for me in advance.

Although it broke the dead end, it also broke the big event.

I... have long planned to marry Ping'er and Yang Xiu.

If she is pregnant with a son, she will be able to take over the Duke's mansion in the future. "

The middle-aged monk suddenly realized, chanted the Buddha's name for a long time, nodded and said:
"Wolves eat sheep, but eagles prey on them.

Ji Yuan is tantamount to showing great kindness to the Duke of the state, but as the saying goes, great kindness turns into deep hatred, and he really deserves to die.

No wonder, no wonder. "

The burly old man nodded his head heavily, like a dozing tiger waking up, his momentum getting higher and higher every moment.

"The dead end has been broken, and the wolf is gone, so I don't want to live in the mountains anymore."

　ps: [-] words, the writing is a bit slow, but it’s better anyway~
ps2: I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep~
　
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