I have a role in the heavens

Si Tianjian, the white-robed warlock, nodded slightly. Their eyes were full of pure energy, and they stared at the great eunuch, always observing whether the great eunuch's energy fluctuated, so as to distinguish the truth from falsehood in his words.

The Minister of the Ministry of Industry's writing was earth-colored, like a lifeless puppet. He knew that he was finished and would be reunited with the Minister of the Ministry of Rites and the others, but his fate was probably even more miserable than that of the Minister of the Rites. According to the law of Da Feng, he was a traitor to the enemy and the nine Yi tribes.

Since Xu Zisheng became the Minister of the Ministry of War, the other six ministers have resigned one by one. First the Minister of the Ministry of Rites, and then the Minister of the Ministry of Industry. For a time, everyone felt a bit in awe of him, thinking that he was a evil star with no one around him. If anyone dares to get close, he can be called a Shang Shu killer, comparable to Xu Qi'an's Oiran killer.

But the difference is that Xu Qi'an relied on his talent to win the favor of the nine oirans of Jiaofangsi and became the most popular among the girls of Jiaofangsi. They prostitute themselves for free every day. As for who does it for free, it’s a bit unclear.

Xu Zisheng's fame spread far and wide by killing two six ministers. Everyone shunned him. He was feared by everyone. He became a ghost in the court, a broom star, and the most unpopular person.

Therefore, Xu Zisheng felt very hurt and decided to go to Jiaofangsi to find comfort and soothe his injured heart.

The next morning, Xu Zisheng had just received some comfort from the Jiaofang girl. After listening to music all night, he walked out of the small courtyard and met Xu Qi'an who had also just walked out of the Jiaofang Department. The two looked at each other and understood each other tacitly. True character, iron-blooded and tender, it is normal to come here, for no other reason than to comfort those who are suffering.

"I've met Mr. Xu!"

Xu Qi'an is now doing well as a watchman, and Wei's father values ​​him deeply. He thinks he is unique and is very kind to him. If Wei Yuan had not lost his beloved son, others would think Xu Qi'an is Wei Yuan's biological son.

"No need to be polite. I heard that you have been very popular recently, and the oirans from the Jiaofang Department are almost fighting over you!"

Xu Zisheng and Xu Zisheng walked out together. Xu Qi'an was half a step behind. He looked at the figure in front of him and sighed in his heart. This person has risen through the ranks and become the top boss in the court. He has a high position and is behind him. With the support of the Wuxun Group, the battle with Wang Wenzhen, the chief minister of the dynasty, was now in full swing. In just a few months, two ministers were killed. The fighting power was amazing, and more officials were involved, making him the number one official in Dafeng. The killer is feared by everyone.

"There is nothing I can do if I am a lower-ranking official. After all, if a person is too talented, it is easy to attract bees and butterflies. Now I am a little tired of it and it is very troublesome!"

Xu Qi'an got the advantage and behaved well, pretending to be distressed and complaining, but in her heart she was proud, it felt good to have sex for free.

"Yeah?"

The corners of Xu Zisheng's mouth twitched slightly, and his steps paused. His eyes were extremely bright, with a strange meaning. He looked Xu Qi'an up and down, and saw that the other person was uneasy for some reason.

"Master Xu, what are you looking at? What's wrong with me?"

Xu Qi'an knew that Xu Zisheng's level of strength was that he could be called the number one person in Confucianism and Taoism. His appraising gaze made Xu Qi'an feel uneasy, always feeling that he had provoked something dirty.

"You are a little weak. You have obviously perfected your qi training, but you have not yet broken through to the seventh level of god refining. I am afraid that the kidney water consumption is too large, which will make it difficult to perfect your energy and spirit. I am afraid that it will be difficult to break through to the seventh level of god refining." !”

Xu Zisheng was alarmist and wanted this boy to bluster in front of him. He had to scare him and let him know that sex is a bone scraper. The young man should quit sex and not indulge in the gentle land. He was doing this for his own good and not to let him fall.

Xu Qian was shocked when he heard this. He had become famous recently and had written several poems, which made the oirans in Jiaofangsi go crazy and admire him endlessly. Therefore, he came to Jiaofangsi almost every day recently to make these lonely miserable people Become organized and not feel empty and lonely.

Xu Qi'an sometimes felt short of breath and weak, and sometimes even comforted several oirans in succession, and walked out of the Jiaofang Department the next day while holding on to the wall. However, relying on his eighth-grade martial artist's physique and strong body, he did not take it seriously. , but he forgot another sentence, there are only cows that die from exhaustion in the world. The old scalper is very strong and will still die from exhaustion. How can he be an exception?

"Master Xu, is there any way to make up for it?"

Xu Qi'an asked quickly for the sake of a happy life in the future, with worry and impatience on his face. Although he was deeply loved by Wei's father, he never wanted to be like Wei's father. He couldn't lose the chicken. He didn't want to become Wei's father. Dad’s godson!

"Um!"

Xu Zisheng performed the whole act and meditated for a long time, which made Xu Qian anxious like an ant on a hot pot. He broke out in bursts of sweat, which made him think that his body was too weak and became more and more uneasy.

"It's not impossible!"

"What can I do? Master Xu, please give me some advice!"

Xu Qi'an's eyes were full of expectation, staring at Xu Zisheng, like a puppy, pitiful, flattering and fawning.

"I will give you a picture of the Dharma, and then you need to reboot for three months and recharge your batteries to make up for the previous shortcomings!"

Xu Zisheng originally wanted to say three years, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was unrealistic. Xu Qi'an was not a fool, and Wei Yuan valued him very much. Three years would easily lead to betrayal. Three months, even if Wei Yuan knew about it, he would not say anything. What.

"Dharma picture!"

Xu Qian exclaimed, he did not expect that Xu Zisheng would be so generous and would actually give him a picture of the Dharma. This is a secret of martial arts that cannot be exchanged for a price, and is extremely precious.

After the warrior's energy and spirit are perfected, the energy will fill the upper, middle and lower Dantian, and the spiritual power will skyrocket. This time means that you can visualize, and you need to prepare to break through to the realm of refining the spirit.

If a martial artist wants to break through to the realm of refining gods, he still needs to observe the Dharma and cultivate spiritual power in order to advance smoothly. Without this Dharma diagram, it is almost impossible to step into the seventh-level realm of refining gods.

Xu Qi'an's second uncle has been in the realm of Qi refining for more than ten years. Because he could not obtain the Dharma diagram, he has been unable to break through the shackles. He has wasted time and has only been an eighth-level Qi training martial artist all his life. He is almost on the road to martial arts. Cut off, feeling full of unwillingness.

Xu Qi'an followed Xu Zisheng to the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion. The Gaomen Courtyard was extremely majestic. The entire Marquis of Wu'an Mansion gave Xu Qi'an a very depressing feeling. This was because he felt a lot of energy from it, including some high-quality martial artists. This eighth-grade martial artist was trembling.

"The Marquis of Wu'an is worthy of being an honorable leader, with strong strength. There are several warriors who are as powerful as those who beat the men with golden gongs, which makes people feel awe!"

Xu Qi'an was secretly frightened, and followed Xu Zisheng step by step. A lot of energy swept over his body, as if to judge whether he threatened Xu Zisheng's safety, which made him tremble.

"I also need to have that ability. I am just a small eighth-level martial artist. The person in front of me is the number one Confucian and Taoist. How many people in the world can threaten his safety today!"

Xu Qi'an followed Xu Zisheng into the study tremblingly, and the surrounding energy dispersed. This time he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, patted his chest, and sighed as if he was surviving the disaster.

"It was so terrifying that I was so scared that I didn't dare to breathe. I was afraid that I would be misunderstood by the high-level martial artist secretly and be killed directly!"

With a faint smile on his face, Xu Zisheng walked to the desk, opened a piece of white paper, picked up the fine red sandalwood pen next to him, dipped it full of ink, splashed the ink, and kept sketching something on the white paper. , said with a smile.

"Don't be nervous, they are too cautious and worried about my safety!"

When Xu Zisheng said this, he raised his eyebrows slightly and continued as if he understood.

"I've been a little active recently and accidentally killed two six ministers, so they were a little overly nervous. They were all under attack and would be extremely wary of anyone who came close to me!"

When Xu Qi'an heard this, he suddenly realized that the martial arts masters in the Wu'an Hou Mansion were wary of the civil servants' impatient clique and secretly took action to murder the assassin of the minister.

"I see, no wonder the security is so tight!"

Xu Qi'an had also been to the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion before. At that time, Xu Zisheng was ostracized by the court and was just an idler. The Marquis of Wu'an Mansion was not as heavily guarded as it is now. Although it was unfathomable, it was not like it is now. It was like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. I felt extremely frightened.

"The painting is done, take it back!"

Xu Zisheng rolled up the Dharma picture he had just drawn without opening it, and handed it to Xu Qian, who was extremely surprised.

"Is this the Dharma picture you want to give me, the one you drew now?"

Xu Qian's claws are numb, can he still draw the Dharma picture like this? Xu Zisheng is not joking! After he said that, he was about to open the painting in his hand to see if it was really a Dharma picture.

Xu Zisheng reached out and held Xu Qian's hand. With a serious look on his face, he stopped his move and reminded him.

"This painting was just finished. It's a bit sinister. You'd better take a look at it tomorrow!"

Hearing this, Xu Qi'an was puzzled as to how sinister a painting could be. He took the scroll and did not open it in front of Xu Zisheng, preparing to look at it after he returned. Xu Qi'an is a stubborn person who is mainly rebellious. The more others don't let him do something, the more curious he becomes and insists on doing things against them.

Xu Qi'an didn't stay long. He couldn't sit still in Wu'an Hou Mansion. He always felt that there were many pairs of eyes staring at him from behind, which made him feel uneasy and left in a hurry.

"You kid, I'm afraid you're really going to bring it upon yourself now!"

Xu Zisheng also knew something about Xu Qi'an's character. With his intelligence, he didn't know what Xu Qi'an would do. He had a bad smile on his face, just because he wanted to see Xu Qi'an make a fool of himself.

Xu Qian did not go home, but came to the watchman's office. When he returned to his office, he couldn't wait to open the picture of the Dharma, and an extremely ruthless and ferocious portrait came into view.

This is a fierce god, unruly, with three heads and six arms. The whole body is filled with chaos. It has yin and yang under its feet, and its face is ferocious and terrifying. A terrifying and sinister aura comes to him and rushes into Xu Qian's mind.

"Um!"

Xu Qi'an let out a muffled groan and took a few steps back. His mind was in a mess, his brain was buzzing, his eyes were filled with stars, his spirit was exhausted, and his eyes were dim. He was obviously hurt by this Dharma picture. .

Xu Qian endured the discomfort and hurriedly stepped forward to close the Dharma Picture. Only then did he feel a little more comfortable. Although his head still hurt like needles, he could finally control his mind and got rid of the impact and suppression of the Dharma Picture. .

"What a cruel painting, it actually shocked my mind and made me mentally traumatized. I really did it all on my own!"

A bitter smile appeared on Xu Qian's face. Feeling the state of his mind, he frowned, thought for a moment, and headed towards the top of Haoqi Tower. If he encountered difficulties, he still had to ask Dad Wei for help.

Wei Yuan was sitting behind the desk, holding a book in his hand. He was extremely serious. Serious men are the most attractive, and serious eunuchs make people feel bad. After all, the other party has lost a good wife, and he must have some spiritual pursuits. Wei Yuan was not interested in yellow and white things, but he was very addicted to reading.

The elegant and handsome eunuch put down the book in his hand, frowned slightly, and looked at the little gong he valued most in front of him. His face was pale, his head was sweating, his eyes were dim, his energy was listless, his steps were shaky, and he stood there precariously. , a look of excessive indulgence made him feel unhappy, and he scolded angrily.

"You have fallen so far at such a young age. You should show some restraint. Those courtesans in the Jiaofang Division have experienced hundreds of battles. They are all goblins who eat people without spitting out their bones. Sooner or later they will drain you dry!"

Xu Qian really wanted to cry, feeling extremely wronged and wronged. Father Wei didn't love me anymore, and he would actually be cruel to me.

"Wei Gong, I didn't, it's not what you think!"

Wei Yuan's face changed slightly and became a bit more serious. His majesty and piercing eyes gave people a heavy pressure. This is the style of this great eunuch who has been in charge of the watch and has stood in the court for twenty years. Calm, he said coldly.

"You clearly went to the Jiaofang Department last night. Do you want me to have someone check it out?"

Wei Yuan thought that Xu Qi'an was quibbling, and was very unhappy. Although he valued Xu Qi'an, it did not mean that he would condone him. There were still some rules.

"Mr. Wei, please listen to my explanation. I did go to Jiaofangsi last night and exchanged poems, songs and dances with Miss Fuxiang, but what I turned into is different from what you thought!"

After hearing this, Wei Yuan's anger subsided slightly. He simply sat there, giving people a feeling of calmness and authority, like a lion. His gaze put great pressure on Xu Qi'an, and his elegant face showed a bit of interest. , asked softly.

"Oh, what's going on? Tell me!"

Xu Qian took a few steps forward and came to the desk. He put down the visualization chart in his hand without opening it. He reported the report with a bit of awe in his eyes.

"Wei Gong, the reason why Xiaguan is so weak is because he was hurt by this painting!"

Xu Qian's words made Wei Yuan straighten his back, a look of surprise appeared on his face, he looked at the scroll and said with some curiosity.

"What you are talking about is a strange thing. A martial artist at the peak of the eighth grade was actually injured by a painting!"

"Where did you get this painting?"

Xu Qian smiled bitterly. If he hadn't witnessed it, he would have thought he was talking nonsense and said bitterly.

"Today I met Mr. Xu Zisheng. He said that my kidney water was excessively depleted, and it was difficult for me to perfect my energy, energy, and spirit. It was difficult to break through to the seventh level of god refining, so I need to reboot for three months and practice god refining visualization!"

"He drew this visualization picture with his own hands, and told me that the painting was a bit sinister just after it was finished, and asked me to look at it tomorrow. I was curious and couldn't hold it back, so I took a look at it and was deeply hurt by it!"

Wei Yuan glanced at Xu Qi'an with a half-smile but also understood his character. He was not an obedient person, but mainly a rebellious person. The more others didn't let him do something, he would do it. It was precisely because of this Only with this quality did Wei Yuan appreciate Xu Qi'an and felt that he had the spirit and sharpness of a martial artist and was worth cultivating.

Wei Yuan picked up the visualization chart on the desk and put it in front of his eyes, and was about to open it. Xu Qian was anxious. He was a little worried that Wei Yuan would be hurt. In his heart, Wei Yuan was not good at martial arts and was weak.

"No, Mr. Wei! This painting is indeed a bit sinister!"

Unfortunately, Xu Qi'an was still a step too late. Wei Yuan had already opened the scroll first. A ferocious god with three heads and six arms came into view. An astonishing evil aura rushed out, filled the room, and charged towards Wei Yuan.

A white light flashed in the eyes of Wei Yuan, who was elegant in blue, crackling, the empty room was electrified, and the subtle electric lights defeated the evil spirit.

"Roar!"

A giant with its head in the sky and its feet on the ground appeared in Wei Yuan's mind. It raised its head and roared, and the roar shook endlessly.

The giant has three heads and six arms, an unruly demeanor, and a scornful look on all living beings. His aura is astonishing, and his muscular texture is perfectly detailed, giving him the impression of a guest worker who is attacking the sky and stepping on the netherworld, as if nothing in the world can scare him.

A violent roar faintly sounded from the void, echoing deep in the minds of Wei Yuan and Xu Qi'an. Xu Qi'an turned pale and took two steps back again, but Wei Yuan remained motionless, with the same expression as usual, calm and calm. This fierce god's Dharma form was defeated.

"What a fierce painting!"

Wei Yuan looked at the Dharma picture carefully, sighed with his palms, and said with great emotion.

"Xu Zisheng is indeed very powerful. His chess, calligraphy and painting, collection of classics and history, his strategy for the city, and his intelligence and cultivation are all top-notch and unparalleled in the world!"

"You're lucky, boy, to be able to win his favor. He drew such a picture of the Dharma for you, which will help you quickly break through to the realm of the seventh-level God Refiner!"

Xu Qi'an looked at Wei Yuan in surprise. He didn't expect that Wei Yuan, who looked elegant and weak, would be a martial arts master who concealed himself. The ferocious power of this Dharma picture made him traumatized and couldn't bear it, but Wei Yuan But there was no reaction, showing a superb cultivation strength.

"Dad Wei actually hid something from me. He never said that he had such advanced martial arts training. I don't love him anymore!"

Xu Qian secretly complained that in fact Wei Yuan had never said that he was not proficient in martial arts. It was just that Xu Qian had preconceptions and thought that the great eunuch who had lost his beloved chicken was incapable of binding the chicken.

"This is a top-quality picture of the visual phenomena. It is worth a fortune and can't be exchanged for ten thousand dollars. You should keep it and keep it as a family heirloom in the future!"

Wei Yuan rolled up the picture of the Dharma with some reluctance and handed it to Xu Qian. He was both civilized and martial, and had a strong appreciation ability. This painting not only has the spiritual imprint of Xu Zisheng, it can help warriors visualize the Dharma and cultivate their spirit. Wonderful product, a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation!

"It's a pity that this painting is for you. You are a vulgar martial artist who doesn't understand the beauty of painting and the artistic value of this painting!"

Xu Qian's face turned dark. Father Wei doesn't love me anymore. When I need someone, I am his beloved godson. Now, just for a painting, I call someone a vulgar martial artist. It is too fast to fall out.

Seeing Wei Yuan's reluctance to give up, Xu Qi'an didn't know that this picture of contemplation of phenomena was a good thing. He quickly reached out to take the picture and hugged it tightly in his arms.