The night rain fell and the east turned white.

The cool breeze of early summer soaks the capital and passes through the night guard street.

The night guard yamen is surrounded by red walls, and the walls with light black eaves are curved.

Bang...Bangbangbangbangbangbangbang...

Within the red wall, one slow and five quick sounds resounded even further.

The pedestrians who woke up early heard the unique six-up sound of Yewei Street, took a look from a distance and walked forward hurriedly.

Flutter...

A gray sparrow was startled, flapped its wings, and bypassed the bright blue bracket of the Night Guard Hall, attached to the red painted corridor column outside the Shendu Sizheng Hall, exploring its wheat straw legs, landing on the green tiles of the patrol house, shaking, stretching out its pointed beak, piercing under its wings and combing its feathers,

"Get up quickly, wash up early and go to patrol the street..." A hoarse voice rang in the house No. 9 under the green tiles.

The residence is returned to silence.

"I'll treat you to mutton soup!" The hoarse voice became clearer.

"Oh, don't you say it earlier..."

The house became lively.

"Li Qingxian, how about it? Can you patrol the streets today?" Zheng Hui's worried voice sounded.

The noise stopped.

Thick paper-paste windows blocked most of the morning light, making the room dim.

Five beds are side by side, and there are only four people in the house.

The three of them sat up and looked at the young man in the innermost place.

"Yes!" The boy yawned, replied lazily, and stood up slowly.

"Haha, that's good. Let's go out to wash and eat mutton soup together."

The three of them left in their clothes, and Li Qingxian walked slowly to the bronze mirror wearing white sweatshirt and shoes.

Li Qingxian looked at himself in the mirror.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he had just recovered from a serious illness, his face was pale and looked more handsome than usual.

The eyes under the thin black eyebrows seemed to be covered with shadows, dim and unconscious.

The straight nose is covered with sweat, under the furry and shallow beard, the thin lips are not covered with blood.

On the left chin, a faint scar about an inch long appeared and appeared in the dim room.

Li Qingxian lowered his head and looked at his hands.

The palms are raised with dark yellow calluses and the palm lines are messy. When they turn over, the back of the hand is white and the cyan blood vessels are clearly visible.

"Come on, wash your face, I'll take a shower outside." Captain Zheng Hui put the basin on the basin rack, patted Li Qingxian's shoulder, and left in a hurry.

After washing his face, Li Qingxian put on his clothes, put on a long knife, and walked to the bronze mirror again.

He is thin, messy, and looks like he is just recovering from a serious illness.

He took off the bamboo hairpin, picked up the wooden comb, clumsyly combed his hair, twisted his hair, inserted his hair, tied his hair, fixed it, and smoothed his clothes, and suddenly he seemed to have become a different person.

In the bronze mirror, the pale face looks a little handsome, the childishness between the eyebrows is not gone, and the eyes are shining brightly.

A round neck dark-burg narrow-sleeved top, and a dark-burg short lower skirt covers black trousers.

The cuffs and the edges of the lower garment are embroidered with red, blue and green brocade belts about inches wide.

He was wearing white socks and black boots, and a long, narrow goose feather knife was slung around his waist.

On the black scabbard near the hilt, the word "ye" is engraved, and most of the red paint inside has fallen off.

The black cloth belt and red rope drooped, and the white deer and crane pattern jade pendant at the end swayed gently.

Li Qingxian held the hilt of the long sword in his left hand, straightened his body, raised his chin, and was extremely heroic.

A young man in green, a man with a sword.

Looking at himself in the mirror, a complicated expression appeared on Li Qingxian's face.

Li Qingxian is not a person from this world.

I originally lived in a world with tall buildings and others were full of luxury.

In that world, Li Qingxian lived a normal life like most people.

Go to school, take exams, and then...single.

Watch TV series, watch movies, play games, and then...single.

When he became an adult, he left his parents, went to a big city to join a self-media company, and then continued to be single.

Later he died of illness.

The well-known doctor said it was just a minor illness and didn't need to pay too much attention, but he couldn't get through it.

Before his death, Li Qingxian was very unwilling to accept it.

Perhaps it is because of the fact that one should not die. He came to this world as soon as he opened his eyes and occupied another person's body.

The same person who is sick is also called Li Qingxian.

Li Qingxian lies in the room for three days, slowly gaining memories of his new body, some clarity and some blur.

The magicality of this world is beyond imagination.

This is Qi State. The founding Taizu was originally the leader of the martial arts world, and he was the only one who dominated the world.

In Qi State, civil servants can break the river with one righteous sword, military officers can destroy the city with one punch, even eunuchs can destroy the mountain with one palm, and there are also forces such as Taoist demons and puppets.

"I don't want to die again..."

In this world, you can't be careless.

First find an opportunity to go out for a walk, observe the situation, then find a safe place, find a way to practice and enhance your strength.

Thinking of this, a giant object similar to the armillary sphere appeared in Li Qingxian's mind.

Gray silver base, copper ring entangled.

Li Qingxian's grandfather was born into a small sect called "Fate-Measurement Sect", which left Li Qingxian with a method of practicing.

Li Qingxian was lucky enough to get started with his fate. He first obtained the mysterious destiny ritual, and then refined the Qi-seeking technique, but he died in a few days.

Li Qingxian was thinking, and the sound of footsteps approached.

"I feel better?" The team was standing at the door.

"It's much better and I'm going out." Li Qingxian said.

"Okay!" A warm smile appeared on Zheng Hui's dark face, and joy in his eyes.

Li Qingxian looked at the captain. The strong man in his forties was two heads taller than him, with extremely wide shoulders, which was like a wall blocking the door, with dark skin and disappearing from his left ear.

Zheng Hui sighed, walked over, handed a thick porcelain water cup and said, "Drink a glass of water first. I met Dr. Sun on the way, and he said that this time's illness was the root of the disease last time."

Half a year ago, his father Li Gangfeng passed away, and Li Qingxian fell seriously ill.

"I understand too." Li Qingxian took the water cup, lowered his head and drank slowly.

"Mr. Gang Feng... Alas! If it weren't for being forced to be forced, who would have hit the court? This is the third prince who was abolished by Taining Nian. The previous generation of Tiankang Nian was so chaotic, and only one prince was captured by the demon clan."

Li Qingxian continued to drink water, and some memories gradually became clear.

Half a year ago, the prince was the commander of the guard and was in charge of the Ye Guard. He was accused of making a mistake in the harem.

Although the evidence was insufficient, the ministers were angry and demanded severe punishment.

As the censor, Li Gangfeng asked evidence first, but Emperor Taining issued an order to ban the prince without conclusive evidence.

Li Gangfeng may have been filled with righteous indignation, restrained his literary spirit, and collided with his flesh and blood to the red icing pillar of Hulong, and died in court.

"It's better now. Mr. Gang Feng has gone, and the prince is angry and vomits blood, so he goes with him. Half a year has passed. Has the court become better? Only Ye Wei is unlucky. Look, the emperor is blinded by the treacherous ministers." Zheng Hui sat down silently.

"Our Ye Wei is so far inferior to the past?" Li Qingxian asked.

Zheng Hui's eyes lit up, and he said, "Do you know what others called us Yewei back then? Small cabinet! Supervising all officials, controlling the martial arts sects, dealing with monsters and monsters, that's so majestic! But now...ah, the main gate of Yewei has not been opened for more than half a year, and the sages of red silk that were erected in the past was not seen for more than half a year. The emperor was wise, but the treacherous ministers were afraid of our Yewei, what can we do?"

"Is it true that the Night Guard is removed?"

"To put it this matter, I have to thank Lord Gang Feng. Now Ye Wei is remembering the goodness of Lord Gang Feng. Logically speaking, once the prince dies, the treacherous ministers will force the emperor to sack Ye Wei. However, Lord Gang Feng will be punished by the death of the pillar. The civil servants, especially the censors, will let go for the time being, so that Ye Wei can survive. Even so, the Ye Wei people are constantly being drawn. There were originally five in our house, and Xiao Zhao left, so it would be nice to keep three in the next place."

Li Qingxian sighed.

Zheng Hui slapped his forehead and said, "I am confused again. I originally advised you, but I ended up complaining on my own."

"It's all my own family, so it's normal to complain a few words." Li Qingxian smiled gently.

"Who said no! By the way, how is the family? Isn't it a divorce between my aunt and uncle?"

"My aunt's family and my family have been next door to me for more than ten years, and they have always had a good relationship." Li Qingxian said.

"Okay, just have family care. If you need help with anything at home in the future, please say hello to me. By the way, are you still studying the lifeblood technique?" Zheng Hui smiled narrowly.
To be continued...