Cyber Daming

Wei Ju'an looked at the young martial artist with a determined look in front of him, and in a daze, he seemed to see the light and shadow of the past.

He wanted to praise Li Jun's bloodiness, but suddenly he lowered his eyes and glanced at his right hand, and the words that had reached his lips turned into a thick bitter smile.

"In fact, sometimes you don't have to face difficulties. Only by surviving can you have hope of turning around."

Li Jun tightened his mouth and said nothing.

Wei Ju'an turned his head to avoid the piercing gaze and looked at the dragonfly flapping its wings under the eaves.

"Back then, the martial arts sequence was outraged by the public, and the entire sequence was almost uprooted. The sequencers fled to death, and almost no one survived."

"Some were frightened to death, and their genes were re-locked, degenerating into ordinary people. Some chose to be dogs, and were willing to look after people's homes and homes in order to survive. And some, like me, relied on their status in the imperial court to protect their lives. life."

"You are now the captain of Jinyiwei, and you are only one step away from obtaining the official establishment. As long as you have this status, even the three religions will not touch you easily."

Wei Ju'an forced a smile, "Jinyiwei is directly under the royal family after all. Although the imperial power is declining now, it still has this little bit of face."

When it comes to the dispute over sequence, the royal family's little face won't play a big role.

Li Jun did not point it out, but instead said: "My top line is Yu Kou, he will not give me this opportunity."

"I can help you find opportunities, but..." Wei Ju'an paused for a moment and said in a difficult voice: "You have to give up the idea of ​​breaking Qi."

Wei Ju'an didn't wait for Li Jun to speak, and said urgently: "The General Banner of the Jinyiwei of Chongqing Prefecture is a member of the strategist family. He is also a fanatical revivalist and is determined to restore the Jinyiwei's former status."

"Uniting the weak to defeat the strong is the ritual of this sequence. With your talent, he will definitely accept you. When the three religions are not so powerful, there will still be a chance to break the seventh."

"Furthermore, the terrain in Chongqing Prefecture is strange, with a mixture of fish and dragons, and three religions and nine streams. No one can dominate the place. You don't have to worry about being targeted when you go there."

Wei Ju'an finished what was in his heart in one breath. The heroic spirit in his body had long since disappeared, and his whole person became quite depressed.

"But if the power of the three religions remains at its peak, what should we do?"

Li Jun was silent for a long time and finally spoke slowly.

Wei Ju'an's face turned slightly red, "People are constantly evolving, and no sequence can last forever. The martial arts sequence is a living example."

"But how long will this process take? Ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years?"

Li Jun grinned and spoke in a soft tone, "Brother Wei, I understand your kindness. But there are gold belts for killing people and setting fires, and there are no corpses for repairing bridges and roads. I have a bad temper. I don't like to pick off people's wisdom, and I prefer to give it up with my own hands. Others’ families are in dire straits.”

At this moment, the skylight falling from the gap in the green tiles rotated with the sun, leaning towards Wei Ju'an's side.

Li Juncun was in darkness, but there was a fierce and gangster spirit between his brows.

Wei Juan was bathed in radiance, but his face was as pale as paper, "Too many people died on this road."

"At least the direction they fell was towards the front."

The way forward

Wei Ju'an looked dazed for a moment, clenched and unclenched his fists several times, and finally sighed secretly.

If I had had this ruthlessness back then, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been stripped of my pure flesh and blood and reduced to the most despised soldier in the past.

Wei Ju'an let out a long breath, as if letting out the suffocating air stuck in his chest, looked at Li Jun and smiled and cursed:

"I've been messing around for so many years, why do you need your kid to tell me these big principles? It's up to you to seek death. Anyway, when you get down there, don't blame me for not persuading you."

"That's not possible. I can still distinguish right from wrong. Brother Wei, I will remember your friendship. I will give you a shout when I need it in the future, Brother Pao."

Li Jun bit back his words and said, "I have no choice but to do so."

"Forget it, you can't even settle your own account, why are you helping me?"

Wei Ju'an's face straightened, "You have to be careful about Yu Kou. Don't look at this fat man looking like he is carefree. In fact, his background and strength should not be underestimated."

Li Jun's heart sank, "Besides being a Jinyiwei, does Yu Kou have other backgrounds?"

"Of course, how can I be an official if there is no one at the top?"

"This damn fat man is a son of the Yu family, one of the shareholders of the Chengdu Taoist oligarch Qingcheng Group. Although he is not a major shareholder, he has an elder from Dao Qi on Qingcheng Mountain."

"A family like theirs is different from a family like the Gu family. They are not as prolific. The only member of the Yu family's generation is Yu Kou, so he is very precious and must have a mess of magic weapons."

Wei Ju'an warned Li Jun with a serious look on his face. He suddenly remembered something and said with a smile, "But this Taoist blood of Du Miaomiao is generally very replenishing."

"Xilinglang, this is a gadget that can confuse people's senses. You just need to hang it on your body at ordinary times. It has a long standby time. When it runs out of power, just throw it into water and soak it. I give it to you."

Wei Ju'an stood up, reached out to recall the dragonflies under the eaves, threw them to Li Jun, and then walked out of the courtyard.

Li Jun rubbed his thumb over the Xi Ting Lang in his palm, which was probably worth a thousand gold. Looking at Wei Ju'an's back, he couldn't help but ask:

"Forefathers cut down trees, and future generations suffered disasters. The former warriors had too many grudges, which made people of our generation become single husbands. Have you ever hated me, Brother Wei?"

Wei Ju'an stood in front of the threshold, without looking back, just laughing loudly.

"Why do you hate me? This road has been very satisfying for me. I just hate that I am incapable of raising the ashes of those bastards."

After Wei Ju'an left for a long time, Song Li, who was hiding somewhere, arrived belatedly.

He grabbed a scroll with one hand and walked to the eaves. His face looked indifferent, completely different from the humble look before.

"Just put the things down, and someone will remit the money to your account, Boss Song."

Li Jun was still playing with the Xi Tinglang at this time and didn't notice anything strange about Song Li.

"There are a lot of human lives involved in this painting."

"The most recent one was when I was collecting this painting. That country man dared to fool me with a fake painting, so I chopped off his limbs on the spot and buried him in a barren grave."

"This is a dirty thing. According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, it is not allowed to be bought or sold. Don't you understand this?"

Li Jun finally raised his eyes, "Are you sick?"

"I'm not sick, it's you who are sick. Chivalry uses martial arts to violate the prohibition, Confucianism uses literature to mess up the law, Buddha uses compassion to confuse the heart, and Taoism confuses the people with immortality. You are the focus of the empire's disease."

What kind of bullshit is this? How could a cultural relic dealer be so enlightened? !

Li Jun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly saw Song Li's eyes.

There was a gloom in the confusion, as if a layer of frosted glass covered the eyeballs, and a word suddenly sounded in my mind, seize the body!