Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 234 Wine sex, son-in-law, pull hook, adventure

County horse?Consort?
"Since this is the case, the old monk thanked Master Luo on behalf of Jiulang.

It's just that he is fifteen years old and has not yet reached the crown, so it is too early to talk about marriage. "

The killing monk gave a wry smile.

This empress, who was not from a famous family, has one of her hobbies in her life as being a matchmaker.

Up to the crown prince and King Yan, down to several old dukes and generals.

Whether it is marrying the main wife, continuing the concubine, or even concubine concubine, all are handled by her.

"So young and promising, it's best to settle early.

Which man throughout the ages didn't start a family first and then start a career?

Even if the woman is a little bit older, it doesn't matter, my sister is more loving, and she is no more savage than that arrogant little girl.

I still remember that Chongba and I were newly married back then, and he led troops to the expedition within a few days..."

Empress Luo started to chatter like an ordinary woman.

The life-killing monk listened silently, and the prince invited him into the palace to give a lecture.
I want to untie the knot in my mother's heart and delay the time when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.

In fact, some illnesses rushed to the doctor.

How can manpower reverse life expectancy?

That is the ability of the Primordial God Rubik's Cube.

Now that even the underworld has sunk and disappeared, how can we continue to live forever!
Empress Luo is deficient in origin, plus her vitality has been compromised.

Even if there is a magic pill and panacea, there is no way to recover.

Unless that Jing Pilgrim successfully passed the customs and was ranked among the immortals and Buddhas.

Exert great magical powers and reverse time.

If not, life is exhausted and there is no way to save it!

"Lord benefactor, rest at ease, the old monk will stay in Tianjing for a while.

If you are free, I will go to the palace to see you, recite scriptures for you, and pray for your health. "

The killing monk drooped his eyelids and said with his head down.

"Master, it's enough for you to come. You don't need to waste your work for a dying person to talk to the old lady."

Empress Luo seemed to be tired, she was a little sleepy, and said softly:
"My son Hanzhang is very filial, he couldn't bear to see me lingering on the sick bed, so he begged me many times just now.

If he has any embarrassment to the master, please don't blame him for the sake of the old lady. "

The killing monk got up and said:
"Luo benefactor is serious, His Royal Highness is generous and honest, courteous and virtuous, and has the air of a wise king.

When the saint succeeds in leaving the customs, he will be passed on to the eldest son, and the Jing Dynasty can be preserved for 500 years. "

In fact, he didn't want to deal too much with Bai Hanzhang.

There is no other reason.

This king of the Jing Dynasty is so powerful that he can be said to be unparalleled in the world.

If it weren't for the old monk, he was a Buddhist master with profound practice.

I'm afraid it will also be suppressed by fate, giving birth to a bit of a trance illusion of mighty heavenly power.

"Master Linji, remember to bring your apprentice here and show me how he looks."

Empress Luo smiled, seemingly quite happy.

After all, whose parents would not like others to praise their children for their promise?

"The benefactor Luo is good at life and will be raised. The harem is an important place. It is not suitable for the old monk to stay for a long time. I will leave."

The killing monk bowed his head and recited the Buddha's name again.

"Master, walk slowly. Alas, the eldest is filial, and the second is also competitive. It is not easy to become a family. I only hope that they will not be separated in the future."

Empress Luo nodded, and was supported by two maids, and turned back to the back of the palace.

"All living beings sink into the sea of ​​suffering."

The killing monk sighed lightly.

There is no difference between the heavenly family and the common people.

Half of my life is busy running around for myself, and half of my life is worrying about my children and grandchildren's family business.

It can be said that the world is like a house on fire, and everyone suffers.

……

……

In the inner city, a big house in Xuanwumen.

The courtyard is deserted and there are few voices.

The original official mansion is now overgrown with weeds.

In the dark corners, there are also insects running around, like an abandoned courtyard.

Passing through the corridor, in the dark room, there was a strong smell of alcohol.

Meng Changhe lay drunk on the table, half awake.

There are many empty jars piled up under your feet, and leftovers are scattered on the table.

In a daze, he seemed to hear a small noise coming from outside.

The sound was intermittent, if it wasn't for his keen five senses, he might not be able to capture it.

"Master drinks heavily all day long, and I don't know when he will be a head. We used to say that we worked as a servant in Meng Qianhu's house, and he gave me some face. Now..."

"It's hard to hope. Didn't you hear the rumors about Beizhen Fusi? That Liaodong mud-legged person is on the rise, and he is next to the goddaughter of the commander."

"Baby face! It's not a skill to rely on your appearance to make a living! It's just...it seems that my master is also like this?"

"In comparison, I still lose. Our master married a silly girl, and she slept like a thousand households in Fusi, Beizhen. "

"According to what you said, the master will never turn over in this life!"

"I think it's difficult."

"..."

"What a killer!"

Meng Changhe opened his eyes wide, most of the drunkenness disappeared immediately.

That sinister face twitched tightly, and his chest was filled with anger.

He immediately wanted to step out the door and punch those two dog minions who chewed their tongues behind their backs to death.

But he wobbled and sat up straight, taking two deep breaths.

However, I felt my abdomen was overwhelmed, and I had a strong urge to vomit.

The tyrannical body that had changed blood six times, seemed to have been swept away, unable to lift much strength.

"How could this be?"

Meng Changhe was stunned for a moment, he was able to tear tigers and leopards apart with one hand before, and wrestle with big Jiaos.

Qi and blood martial arts, reached the three realms.

After the essence of heaven and earth, the tendons and the marrow are washed, it is almost completely reborn.

Its marrow is like frost, and its blood is like plasma.

Life is so powerful that it can be called the unity of soul and flesh.

"A mere drunkenness...how can it hurt me?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Meng Changhe's face, as if he couldn't believe it.

He pressed his hands on the table, propping up his unrecoverable strong body.

Walking to the bronze mirror in the house, he looked at the scruffy man with disheveled hair inside.

The brocade clothes were stained with oil, and the jade crown that bound her hair was crooked to one side.

His cheeks are sunken, his eyes are dull, and his face is haggard, just like some down-and-out idler.

There is no such thing as the arrogance and power of the past.

"Ji Jiulang...you hurt me!"

Meng Changhe sat slumped on the bed, gritted his teeth and wanted to say some harsh words.

But after thinking about it, the Liaodong clay-legged son is now leaning against the East Palace, which is highly valued by the crown prince.

Even if he killed the guest of the Duke's mansion with one knife and committed a heinous crime, he was still alive and kicking.

"Even Duke Liang can't cook, so what can I do?"

Meng Changhe shook his head, mocking himself.

In the past, he could have regarded Ji Yuan as his life and death enemy.

Gritting his teeth, accumulating strength, and waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.

From Meng Sangou in Nanhe Mansion to an apprentice in a blacksmith shop, then a handyman in the Yinglue Hall of Jindao Yan Mansion, and finally Yan Sheng's son-in-law.

The arduous climbing of this road is all done in this way.

It's nothing more than being weak and forbearing when I was young, giving up all my face and trying my best to reach high places.

When I am strong, I will trample to death those bastards who humiliate, ridicule, and look down on me!
Take away his family property, rape his wife and daughter, and torture him face to face!

But right now, Ji Yuan is appreciated by Commander Ao.

Not only was he sheltered by the Eastern Palace, but he even went to the Qin Tianjian and became a disciple of Jianzheng.

Moreover, the mud-legged man himself had condensed six energy channels at a young age.

Within three to five years, the realm of martial arts will catch up.

At that time, he will become a thousand households of Beizhen Fusi, who will take over the command in the future.

With such a flourishing talent, what should he use to fight?
"Wishful thinking... It's better to drink and buy drunk!"

Meng Changhe seemed to be devastated, and lay down powerlessly.

"Has your master ever woken up?"

Suddenly, a deep voice full of air sounded.

"small……"

Bang!
Immediately afterwards, the two wooden doors were kicked open.

The hale and mighty old man stepped across the threshold, waving his sleeves to sweep away the rotten smell.

The surging air was like a strong wind moving a banner, shaking the room and knocking down the tables, chairs and screens.

"Meng Changhe, how did this old man take a fancy to you, a waste!
As a thousand households, he was overthrown by a Tiqi, dismissed from office, and lost his rank!
Now he is even more unwilling to make progress, and has become a puddle of mud! "

Yan Sheng narrowed his eyes, his beard and hair were stretched out, and he said in a cold voice:
"If it wasn't for the old man's help, do you think you could have escaped from the imperial prison?

Lan Maowen and Lan Hong are both remnants of the Dao of Bones!

Especially that Lan Hong, he was able to sneak into Beizhen Fusi, thanks to the vacancies of Lin Lu under your command!
You took a shit by yourself, but asked the old man to wipe it for you!
What a great prospect, my son-in-law! "

Meng Changhe sat up silently, clutching his palms tightly.

But he allowed Yan Sheng to yell and scold wantonly, but kept silent.

From the perspective of outsiders, he became the son-in-law of the Golden Knife Yan Mansion.

It can be said that the ancestral graves are emitting green smoke, and they have hit the big luck.

But over the years, in order to cling to the Yan Mansion, he has come out ahead.

How much humiliation has endured, how can those bastards understand!

"It's a blessing that you survived, and I'd like to thank Ji Jiulang for not beating the dog in the water.

Otherwise, he wants to pinch you to death, just move his fingers! "

With his hands behind his back, Yan Sheng frowned and looked at Meng Changhe, who was bowing his head in silence, and said coldly:
"Beizhen Fusi, you can't go back, for Jinniang's sake, I will give you two ways to survive.

Either go to the Yinglue Hall to be an instructor and teach those honorable children the art of guns and sticks;
Or... go to the army and gain fame.

The way has been found for you, join the command of Yingyangwei Zhao Da, and become a pro-army. "

Meng Changhe smiled sadly, as if looking away, he said in a waned mood:
"Father-in-law, I've become a ball of mud that can't support the wall, so why do you need to make plans.

Fame?Even if I go to the border and kill millions of monsters, can I compare with the Prince's favor? "

When he first started confinement in the mansion, when he was thinking behind closed doors.

He couldn't swallow that bad breath no matter what, his mind was full of revenge, and he trampled Liaodong's mud legs to death.

But with news of the ransacking of Wannian County's family, the suppression of the three gangs in Tianjing, and the killing of the country's public servants and ministers, how can we still be a little bit more confident?

"Hmph, Meng Changhe, do you think the Yan Mansion will raise free-living waste?

During the seven or eight years you have been in Beizhen Fusi, how much money did the old man spend to get in?
Provide martial arts resources, help you exchange blood six times, and make meritorious deeds repeatedly, only in exchange for a seat of a thousand households!
mud?Even if you are a piece of shit, you still have to sell this old man for a good price!

Otherwise... you simply divorce Jinniang, leave the house, and the old man will find another marriage for her! "

There was a wave of fluctuation in Meng Changhe's eyes, and two balls of light suddenly burst out from his stagnant eyes.

"Father-in-law... I, I can be a teacher, teach some guns and sticks in the future, and live a peaceful life, isn't that okay?"

Yan Sheng couldn't help but sneered, and said contemptuously:

"Happy birthday? You don't take a pee to take care of yourself, do you deserve it?
A mud-legged boy from Nanhe Mansion, whose parents are tenants for others, a bastard who will never get over for a lifetime!
Without the old man's fancy, can you become an official?From Xiaoqi to thousands of households?
Since you rely on the general situation of the Golden Sword Yan Mansion, you will be a slave of the Yan Mansion all your life!
Son-in-law, that's just a nice name.

Relying on the power of Beizhen Fusi, how many enemies you have made and how many disasters you have caused, you know it in your heart.

Leaving the Yan Mansion, is there a place for you in Tianjing City?

Is it possible to go back to your hometown in despair? "

Yan Sheng punished his heart with every word, like a knife and sword, piercing Meng Changhe's face and jumping wildly.

That cloudy arrogance emerged bit by bit again.

"You want to teach gun sticks? Yes!
Those senior brothers of yours all miss Jinniang in their hearts, so I just choose another good son-in-law. "

Yan Sheng stood at the door, blocking the light outside the house.

A huge shadow cast down.

It was like a majestic mountain, pressing down on Meng Changhe's heart.

"Does it have to be like this?"

This shady man whose original name was Meng Sangou and who was originally Fusi Qianhu in Beizhen murmured in a low voice.

Commander Zhao of Yingyangwei is one of the Thirteen Taibaos and the adopted son of Duke Liang.

If he enters the opponent's command, it is inevitable that he will face the Liaodong mud leg who has made a fortune.

When the time comes... How can it be good?
"Son-in-law Changhe, you have been hanging out in Tianjing for so many years, why can't you understand?
You are going to teach gun sticks, but how can a gun stick instructor keep a house in the inner city, a beautiful wife?
Have you forgotten that most of those poor people trampled to death by you are mediocre and useless people who have no ability and can't keep their family business.

What happened to them? "

Yan Sheng's patience seemed to be exhausted, and he coldly dropped the last sentence.

"The old man has said all the good and bad things, you should think about it yourself."

Before the words fell, that mighty figure turned around and left.

The scorching sun finally shone into the house, but it couldn't reach Meng Changhe.

He hid in the thick shadow, unable to see the exact expression on his face.

After a long time, Meng Changhe let out a long breath.

He took off his dirty robe and put on a black dress.

Gather the loose hair and tighten the crooked jade crown.

"Where is madam?"

When he walked out of the house, it was already dark.

The two servants bowed their heads and replied:

"Madam stays in the Crouching Rain Pavilion..."

Click it.

Two crisp sounds.

"You mean bastard."

Meng Changhe let go of his big hand, his eyes were indifferent.

He didn't even look at the broken larynx, and the two servants who fell limp, went straight to the Lying Yuxuan.

Pass through the two corridors and see an elegant small building.

With a blank expression on his face, Meng Changhe stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.

The wind chime rang softly, startling the woman in the white dress sitting on the couch.

"Husband...you see..."

The woman in the white skirt has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and she speaks well.

It's just that the tone is immature, quite silly.

She was holding two rag dolls in her hand, the surface stitching was rough and not pretty.

You have to carefully identify them to see that one is a man in an official robe and the other is a woman in a red wedding dress.

"Jinniang... How are you doing these days?"

Meng Changhe's tone was a bit astringent, he bent down to stroke his beautiful hair.

But as if thinking of something, there was a trace of disgust in his eyes.

"Yanran doesn't allow me to go out, and always asks me to take medicine... Husband, you promised to take me to see the lanterns and the market.

Talking doesn't count, you are all liars. "

The woman in the white skirt pursed her mouth, turning her back as if the child was angry.

"I'll take you there when I'm done, so you can listen to what Yanran says and don't lose your temper."

Meng Changhe felt sore. Even though many years had passed and he had experienced many things, he still remembered that when he was working as a handyman in the Yinglue Hall, he angered a senior brother.

Seven or eight people were asked to block the wall, and they were beaten to the point of bleeding.

It was Jinniang who, like a poor wild dog by the side of the road, bandaged the wound with medicine.

That was about the first time Meng Changhe had tasted someone caring.

"My husband is the best for me... I secretly heard Yanran say that the wife who passed through the door must give birth to an heir for my husband, otherwise she will be kicked out of the house."

The woman in the white dress seemed to be coaxing, but she turned into a happy smile, and then whispered:

"Jinniang will definitely work hard to give birth to a child, husband, please don't drive me away, okay?"

Meng Changhe's heart was rolling like a sharp knife, thinking of Yan Sheng's lustful power, and thinking of years of humiliation, he forced himself to smile again:

"How could my husband drive you away? I will stay with Jinniang for the rest of my life."

The woman in the white skirt looked excited, clapped her hands and said:
"Hanging on the hook for 100 years."

Meng Changhe nodded and said:

"100."

The two hands are lightly hooked together.

"By the way, husband, Jin Niang has a gift for you."

The woman in the white skirt seemed to be hiding a treasure, and carefully took out something from her sleeve.

Brassy, ​​reddish and rusty, with a few spots of mud, as if it had just been dug out of the earth.

This is an old ring.

"Does it look good?"

The woman in the white skirt asked expectantly.

"It's pretty tight."

Meng Changhe took the copper ring.

He wears lightly on his fingers.

The notch on the edge cuts through the flesh.

It even scratched the wound.

Tiny blood seeps into the brass ring.

boom!
The endless sea of ​​blood was like a raging tide, smashing Meng Changhe's sea of ​​consciousness.

He saw a boundless and majestic god sitting high on the skull and the mountain of corpses piled up in Beijing.

"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God..."

　PS: The follow-up about the profiteers in the computer city is that the communication failed, the police, mediation, the memory stick was retrieved, and the money was lost.

But I was so angry that I asked my brother to install a new graphics card today, and he asked me, why do you only have one 8G card for each computer? strips, and before that, I swapped my waistcoat strips for ordinary strips~
PS2: Go to him tomorrow.

　
(End of this chapter)