Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 463 Liaodong is so windy and snowy, how can one person be equal?

"Pull out the third watch hall! Eradicate the nine surnames in Yeting!
Guo Xuan speaks so loudly, does he really regard himself as the king of Liaodong?

Do you think the Dingyang Hou Mansion can cover the sky with one hand, and can be the emperor of this land of white mountains and black waters? "

The half of the picture jade slip was pinched in the generous palm, and the majestic and heavy voice fell like rolling thunder, shaking the four walls.

In the big house of Wubao, a nine-foot tall figure, wearing a black gold soft armor with a dragon's head and shoulders, was sitting on a big animal skin chair.

As he moved his tiger eyes, he seemed to have an awe-inspiring and tyrannical aura.

"He is so capable, why doesn't he personally deal with Ji Jiulang?

If you want to use Sangengtang's knife to kill people, then don't act arrogantly here!
Mu Ru's family is doing things, and it's not his turn to dictate! "

The chief helm steward with the appearance of an old man stood with his hands down, silent.

Only when Ang Zang's anger subsided, did he open his mouth and say:

"Young master Mu Ru doesn't want to be angry with Marquis Dingyang, they are both grasshoppers on the same rope. How can he be good after Ye Ting's nine surnames are over?
However, the current situation is really not good.

Wudusou and Xiao Yuchang, the two Tianzi killers, folded in.

The Skyscraper Golden Wing, the Baisheng Demon Sword, the old man in the blood robe... They are all top-notch generations in the local name, and not one of them is left now!
Judging from the fighting power displayed by that Ji Qianhu, if the Grandmaster of the Five Realms is not invited, it will be difficult to be foolproof!
When San Geng Tang accepted this deal, he might have lost money! "

The Angzang man is called Mu Rutie, and he is one of the principals of the Sangeng Hall.

His appearance is very different from that of Zhongyuan, with blue hair and fair face, high nose and deep eyes, coupled with a strong figure, he looks masculine and powerful.

Hearing what the old man said, Mu Rutie leaned forward slightly.

He pressed the seat with both hands, frowned, and said with a cold smile:
"Old Wu, don't forget that Tian Yunzi, the right protector of the Miesheng League, also stumbled at Ji Jiulang's hands.

Grandmaster of the five realms, is he really sure?I don't think so.

This kid was extremely weird, like a rising comet, he was suddenly born out of nowhere.

There are many victories, and the people who fight against each other are all famous people, but there is not a single fight in the much-anticipated battle.

The list drawn up by Qin Tianjian is even more vague. There is no description of Ji Jiulang's martial arts and ultimate moves, making it difficult to find out the truth!
It's no wonder that there are rumors in the Liaodong martial arts that this son's combat strength is unknown, and if he meets the strong, he will be strong..."

The old man's face became more sad when he heard the words, he shook his head and said:

"Could it be possible to invite the ancestors of the nine surnames of Ye Ting out? To deal with the juniors of the Fourth Heaven, it would be a sledgehammer."

Mu Rutie waved his hand to reject this proposal, and said in a deep voice:
"Father can't possibly agree, those are all brave fighters who have been blessed by the Great Barbarian.

If it wasn't for getting old and exhausted, making it difficult to fight for a long time, it would be no worse than the Seventeenth Guards of the Jing Dynasty!
Except for one Ji Jiulang, he squandered all Ye Ting's family property, what will he use to attack the city in the future? ! "

Wrinkles on the old man's face were crowded together, full of mottled traces of years of wind and frost, and his cloudy eyes flickered lightly:

"Young Master Tie, how about...the old man go there in person?"

Mu Rutie was taken aback when he heard the words, and was a little stunned at first.But after thinking about it, he felt that it was appropriate, so he asked:

"Mr. Wu is confident enough to capture Ji Jiulang?"

The stooped and short old man sighed and said:
"The back waves of the Longjiang River pushed the front waves, and the old man buried half of his body in the loess, how can he be compared with the famous Tianjiao on the Young Phoenix List.

However, he licked his blood and mixed his food with food, and his art career for most of his life was not lost after all.

Whether it's Sangengtang or the nine surnames in Yeting, they all have to be protected by Marquis Dingyang.

Prince Mu Ru's great cause and the restoration of Baiman cannot do without him.

The old man thought, the imperial court sent Ji Jiulang over for no reason.

The nets of Heilongtai are spread all over the world, one might hear something.

Therefore, this son is not only a thorn in Ding Yanghou's heart, but also a thorn in our side.

It must be unplugged as soon as possible! "

Mu Rutie was convinced that at this juncture in the East Palace, the imperial envoys were sent on hunting tours for no reason, and there must be a plan in it.

So, he stood up solemnly, and gave a long bow, as if saying goodbye:

"Then I would like to ask Mr. Wu to take action, and I will take care of the plans of the Mu Ruyi Clan, the Blood Slaves of Ye Ting, and the Baiman Dynasty!"

The old man chuckled, and put his hands behind his back, calmly accepting this great gift from Mu Ruhan's father and son, the young master of Yeting.

After posting the Hades post, Sangeng Hall in Liaodong has a fierce reputation. It was once rumored that there was a Master of Killing Dao sitting at the helm!

This is half true.

The masters of the five realms are all outstanding people, they can be called rare, and it is not so easy to achieve it.

What's more, he entered the Tao by killing!
However, apart from the Hades post, Sangentang also has a Nether Record, which lists many killers under his command according to the four levels of heaven, earth, mystery, and yellow.

Wudusou and Xiao Yuchang are both top ten on the Tianzi list.

However, Skyscraper Golden Wings, Yusheng Yaodao, and Blood-robed Patriarch can only be listed on the list.

Today's No.2 "Snake Tunxiang" Leng Xuan and No.3 "Lingao" Qiao He on the Tianzi list.

He died for no reason a few years ago, and his name was canceled by the chief rudder.

It is said that they died because of a hidden flower bounty that no one knew about!

The fourth and fifth will be Wudusou, Xiao Yuchang and others in their turn.

From this we can see the weight of this Nether Record!

But so far, no one in Sangengtang, from the Tianzi list to the Huangzi list, knows who is the "Old Sword Handle" who ranks first.

Those Hades killers with blood on their hands and hundreds of lives on their backs, I am afraid it is hard to imagine the old man Wu who is in charge of receiving secret letters and taking jobs in Wubao.

The nickname of a veteran who once roamed the rivers and lakes and ran rampant in Fuzhou is an old swordsman who has practiced unparalleled killing skills.

Later, he was subdued by the Great Monk Yinkong of the Xuankong Temple, and smashed into pieces with a single punch!
It is no longer possible to advance to the five realms and become a master!
However, the shocking killing power developed through countless fights and endless blood and fire has not dissipated with the years, but has become more restrained.

Even the Tianzibang killers who often come and go in and out of this dock have not noticed anything.

"The way of killing is also the way of an assassin. In all the history books throughout the ages, there are also sages who wrote books and biographies for them!

Assassin the king and kill the king, escape from death, such a heroic spirit!Being old might mean something!
But it shouldn't be difficult to take care of a junior and get rid of an eagle and dog for Ye Ting. "

The old man straightened his back slowly, his spine was rising like a dragon rising to the sky, and his rolling momentum was like a lava volcano erupting, filling the whole room in an instant!

Click, click, the void is like ice, instantly solidified and frozen.

Mu Rutie's eyebrows throbbed fiercely, as if a sharp sword was hanging in the air, it could penetrate through the brain at any time and kill his life!

The qi and blood that came out of the body were completely swallowed up by the murderous aura of the mountain roaring and tsunami.

The mind and thoughts have also become extremely slow, and it is difficult to move freely.

"The ancient assassin strikes hard, like a white rainbow passing through the sky and a comet falling to the ground! The sudden burst of murderous aura of Wu Lao almost froze my three souls and seven souls, making me unable to react at all!

If you really want to harm me, you can take your life with a snap of your fingers! "

Mu Rutie's expression was serious, and he was even more confident.

"This old man is going to teach the court's Lord Qianhu a lesson—the wind and snow in Liaodong is very heavy, and he can't calm it alone!"

The old man's cloudy eyes burst out with brilliance, like two magic lamps flickering, illuminating the entire room.

A moment later, another iron eagle fluttered its wings, piercing through the clouds and cracking the sky, and flew towards Helan Pass, where the white mountains and black waters are dominating.

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After Xie Mingliu handed over the head seal, Ji Yuan lived quite peacefully in the next few days.

It's nothing more than staying at the mountain gate of the Huanhua Sword Pool, honing the qi and blood, or meditating silently, tempering the mind and thoughts.

Ji Yuan knew very well that the speed of his breakthrough in Qi and Blood Martial Arts was truly astonishing.

In just over a year, he has walked the path of seven or eight years of masters of the same generation.

Even with the blessing of the fate of Huangtian Daotu, as well as the guidance of the master and the extraordinary encounter, it is too incredible.

Therefore, Ji Yuan took advantage of this moment when no one was disturbing him, and it was rare for him to calm down, to sort out all kinds of martial arts slowly, and to accumulate his own insights.

"Energy and blood are overflowing, true energy is condensed, thoughts are crystal clear, and mind is clear... One by one, the way of civil and martial arts, since I visualized and cultivated the gods, my body feeds back my spirit, and my soul nourishes my flesh and blood. Every day gets stronger!"

Ji Yuan was dressed in a Tibetan blue martial robe, standing on a high pavilion.

He didn't regard himself as an outsider at all in the past few days, and all the food, drink and consumption of Yunying bullfighting in Beizhen Fusi came from Huanhuajianchi.

I also read all the kendo classics and Confucian martial arts of the ancestors of the past, and I feel that it is very beneficial and rewarding.

It's a pity that this old boy Xie Mingliu is as cunning as a ghost, and has been hiding away.

It was obvious that they had made up their minds that they would wait until several other families gathered in Jingzhou before they would come forward to preside over the overall situation.

"Come on, come on, I just don't think it's lively enough."

Ji Yuan leaned on a fence and looked into the distance, his robes fluttering.

Pedal!Thumb up!

Tong Guan's footsteps were strong, stepping on the wooden ladder, leading his parents, Guan Meng Fenglai, who was wearing a vermilion official robe, upstairs.

"Qianhu, Master Meng of Jingzhou has arrived."

Before Ji Yuan could turn around, Meng Fenglai took a step forward, bowed his hands respectfully and said:
"The lower official has met Ji Qianhu."

The majestic lord of a state, facing Ji Yuan who is the fifth rank, calls himself a "lower official".

It has to be said that Master Meng kept his posture very low.

In terms of rank or real power, the lord of a state may be slightly better than the thousand households in Beizhen Fusi.

"Your Majesty Meng beat Ji Mou, in terms of age, seniority, and official position, I am not as good as me. How can I be a superior official?"

Ji Yuan said with a smile.

"Ji Qianhu has the emperor's order and the power to patrol hunting.

Jingzhou is the gateway to eastern Liaodong, and as the official of the parents of this place, the lower officials naturally have to be supervised by thousands of households, even if they are a head shorter. "

Meng Fenglai bowed slightly, and said in a reasonable tone.

"Since Mr. Meng said so, Ji will accept it."

Ji Yuan reached out and patted the railing lightly, and said in a flat tone:

"Master Meng, how about we cut down on gossip and get straight to the point?

You didn't come here on the first day, you must have thought about it for a long time.

Ji dared to ask today, Mr. Meng has been an official for 20 years, and shepherd Jingzhou for eight years.

What color do you think the sky above Liaodong should be? "

Meng Fenglai was slightly taken aback, as if he hadn't expected that Lord Qianhu would be so forthright.

He pondered for a while, and said carefully:
"The majesty of the Lord of Heaven is unpredictable, and the color of the sky is also changeable.

Sometimes it's cloudless, sometimes it's covered by haze, and sometimes it rains cats and dogs... How can the lower officials judge rashly. "

Ji Yuan nodded slightly, not annoyed by the ambiguous and slippery answer, but praised:

"God's will has been difficult to ask since ancient times. When it changes color, it is indeed difficult for ordinary people to tell clearly.

Before Ji left Beijing, he had heard people say that the wind and snow in Liaodong was severe and cold. When it was the worst, it would crush thatched cottages and easily kill tens of thousands of people.

So, my colleagues from Beizhen Fusi came over to persuade me to change my job and choose another hunting spot.

But Ji is nostalgic for the old days. He was taken to Tianjing by his second uncle and left Liaodong. Sooner or later, he always misses coming back.

Great Yan Gaozu said that wealth and honor do not return to their hometowns, like brocade clothes walking at night. "

Meng Fenglai stood with his head down, he couldn't see his face clearly, he just smiled and said:

"Almost forgot, Ji Qianhu was originally from Liaodong, and his father died for the country, and he was a first-class martyr!
Your father is alive in the sky, seeing his son so promising, honoring his ancestors, he must be able to rest in peace. "

Ji Yuan's movement of slapping the railing slowed down, and a coldness gradually appeared between his brows:
"I told Master Meng these words to let you know one thing.

Ji was not born to be an aristocrat in red and purple, let alone enjoy the luxurious life of rich clothes, fine food, and servants.

General Zhong Xungui in the capital referred to Ji as a 'mud leg'.

In fact, they were right. Before Ji put on the official gown with python pattern, he was indeed a military empress with two feet in the mud, crawling and rolling.

My father served as a soldier for a full meal, and exchanged a dozen thieves' heads for credit, so he got the position of Tiqi spy in Beiya.

I begged for someone to stand out, from the lecture hall to the Xishan paddock, I was almost trampled to death by the righteous son of the country as an ant. "

On the high pavilion, there seems to be a fierce wind.

Meng Fenglai's mind became cold, and his body felt cold for no reason, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, like being pricked by a needle.

He looked up at the young Qianhu standing on the railing. His tall and straight figure contained a high-spirited will, as if he was connected to the sky and the sky, and descended to the world.

In the middle of nowhere, it was like a scorching sun oppressing the mind, almost taking away the light of the world!

"Fourfold innocence has achieved great success!

It is about to condense the true meaning of martial arts! "

Meng Fenglai's eyes shrank suddenly, as if looking directly at the sun, with a slight tingling sensation.

"Master Meng, Ji is different from those nobles who cherish their lives. When things come to an end, I am willing to let go.

The wind and snow in Liaodong is too heavy to bend my waist!

When Fang Tianyu collapsed, he was supported by his own official! "

Looking directly into Meng Fenglai's eyes, Ji Yuan lightly said:

"Where to go, I hope Mr. Meng has an idea."

Meng Fenglai's breathing sank, his face changed unsteadily.

He has been an official for many years, so of course he can understand the true meaning hidden in Ji Yuan's words.

Is this to stand in line by yourself?
Ji Qianhu wanted to lay down a foundation in Jingzhou, gradually invaded several mansions in Liaodong, and had a good fight with Marquis Dingyang.

One is a local snake covering the sky with one hand, and the other is a domineering dragon crossing the river.

The fierce wrestling between the two sides also represents the open and secret struggle between the central and local governments.

"Ji Qianhu, my subordinate..."

Meng Fenglai's voice was difficult and difficult to answer.

"Don't worry, I know that there are several forces in Baishan and Heishui, and they are all watching.

When the Five Elements League is over, Mr. Meng will give you another letter.

Let's see if this mighty dragon of this official can hold back the Heaven Swallowing Python entrenched in Liaodong! "

Ji Yuan waved his hand and interrupted.

He did not force Meng Feng, who is the lord of Jingzhou, to make a decision. The Dingyanghou tree has deep roots, and it is not easy to overthrow it.

"However, Mr. Meng has to allocate a place for this official. There are hundreds of people from Fusi in Beizhen. They can't all stay in the post house and waste Jingzhou's treasury."

Ji Yuan changed the subject and said with a smile.

"This is natural, I wonder what Qianhu likes?"

Seeing Ji Yuan being so considerate, Meng Feng couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"How about the Mang Mountain at the border of Jingzhou? Allocate a third to this official to farm and raise soldiers."

Ji Yuan looked at the Jingzhou City outside the Huanhua Sword Pool, and covered it with his palms, as if covering the entire sky.

"Ji Qianhu may not be aware that Mount Mang does not belong to Jingzhou, it is the land of Tanzhou."

Meng Feng raised his breath in an instant, raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and replied.

"Is that so? Then from today onwards, Mount Mang will belong to Jingzhou.

Take it as a big gift from me.

If the master of Tanzhou is not convinced, just ask him to find the official's bad luck. "

With a wave of Ji Yuan's hand, he settled this unreasonably difficult matter like a nail in the coffin.

Master Tanzhou?
It was the place where Dong Jingtang, a heroic general under the Marquis Dingyang's command, raised his troops!

Meng Fenglai's heart skipped a beat, he knew something was wrong, this young Qianhu clearly wanted to drag Jingzhou out as a target.

If he really offended Dong Jingtang, with his ruthless temperament, he would not be able to cleanse himself by jumping into the Longjiang River.

(End of this chapter)