Ji Yuan got up early before dawn.

Wash yourself and put on your cloud eagle robe.

Carrying the waist knife, he went out and ran to Fusi Yamen in Beizhen.

Yesterday, I used Coach Wei to kill Lin Lu's majesty and let him know that he had entered the martial arts hall.

According to the laws and regulations of the Jing Dynasty, all candidates for the literary and military examinations are not subject to imprisonment for the time being.

Wait until the exam is over before imposing punishment.

Therefore, with the amulet of Jiangwutang, Ji Yuan felt much more relaxed.

What he was most afraid of before was Lin Lu's recklessness.

He was determined to capture himself on the spot, and then threw him into the imperial prison and beat him into a move.

This trick may seem crude, but it actually works.

Once imprisoned in prison, one's life is in danger.

Even if the second uncle Ji Chengzong filed a complaint with the Sanfa Department, it would be of no use.

It's nothing more than playing football and wasting energy.

"Click the numbers on time to avoid being used as an excuse by someone named Lin.

If you have time, go to Jiangwu Hall to practice, and if you have any questions, you can also ask Coach Wei."

Ji Yuan took two fragrant oil cakes and ate them while walking, his eyes constantly scanning them.

The map of the Emperor's Dao in the sea of ​​consciousness bursts into thousands of brilliance.

Wherever his spirit goes, his destiny is reflected.

【Gou San'er】

[Toil (grey), poverty (grey), bereavement (grey), cold-resistant (grey), chronic disease (grey)]

"Good guy, the gray destiny is like a dark cloud..."

Ji Yuan looked at a vendor who was setting up a stall on the roadside. He was only about thirty years old, and his face was criss-crossed with ridges, showing the weather and weather of the years.

He couldn't bear it, so he bought two extra meals to take care of the business.

The poor people like this in the outer city are like weeds everywhere.

There are too many to save.

【Wang Hu】

[Brute force (white), poverty (gray), alcoholism (gray), green turban (gray), prison (gray)]

Ji Yuan's eyes turned and fell on Lifu, who also lived in Nanmen Hutong.

Through these five gray fates, he could probably figure out the unfortunate life of Brother Wang Hu.

"You should be careful when marrying a wife."

With a casual sigh, Ji Yuan glanced at the poor scholar who was about twenty-seven or eighty years old and wrote family letters and letters for others.

【Cao Bi】

[Calligraphy (white), failure (gray), lust (gray), excessive sexual indulgence (gray), bloody disaster (gray)]

"These two people...are so destined?"

Ji Yuan was stunned for a moment, inexplicably feeling that their two fates seemed to be closely connected and could form a complete story?

"No, reflecting the destiny is too exhausting."

After glancing at about 20 people, he felt tired and swollen between his brows.

During this time, not everyone’s destiny will be manifested.

Those strangers whose names are unknown often cannot obtain specific information.

There was only a chaotic airflow, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Gou San'er, Wang Hu, and Cao Bi all live in Nanmen Hutong, so they can reflect and manifest.

"Passers who don't know their names and identities cannot be identified by Huangtian Dao Tu... This is a kind of...

So far, I have never encountered a person with a noble destiny and a purple color, so I can't tell whether this kind of person can be spied on."

Ji Yuan thought, time flies by.

A moment later, he looked up and saw the Fusi Yamen of Beizhen, which was filled with a chilling atmosphere.

The door is open, and on the left and right are a pair of unicorn stone sculptures that are as tall as several people. They are more imposing than those in the martial arts hall.

"This is Beizhen Fusi."

Ji Yuan paused for a moment, then climbed up the stairs, crossed the threshold, and walked in.

"Ji Jiulang..."

"Why is he here?"

"I heard that just yesterday, this man broke one of the flag's legs and beat up hundreds of households..."

"In the decades since the Beizhen Fusi was established, I have never seen such an arrogant Tiqi..."

"Then you have to stay away, be careful of being implicated..."

"..."

There was a lot of discussion in the Yamen.

All kinds of looks, whether surprised, dodging, or cold, all hit Ji Yuan in unison.

There was such a big fuss last night, how could we hide it from others?

As soon as o'clock in the morning, the news spread.

Everyone is saying that Ji Jiulang is extremely brave and if he commits any of the following offenses, he may suffer disaster.

"It seems that not many people know about entering the martial arts hall. Also, there is no glory in talking about it. It will only increase my arrogance."

Ji Yuan turned a blind eye to this and stood calmly in the courtyard outside the hall.

Others deliberately stayed away as if seeing the god of plague.

The 100 households from Dianmao hadn't arrived yet, so everyone was waiting.

"Ji Jiulang, you are so brave!"

Suddenly, an angry shout suddenly exploded.

A fierce wind followed closely, blowing against my back.

Come for a sneak attack?

My fifteen-year-old boy from Liaodong?

Ji Yuan's eyes flashed, his body twisted, and he slapped a palm with his backhand.

He originally stood using Zhuang Gong to activate his Qi and blood at all times.

Feeling the strong wind coming, all the muscles in his body were on the verge of firing and he immediately responded.

The five fingers are brought together, and the arm is cut like a knife, creating an invisible palm wind containing inner energy.

Thump thump!

The Hundred Steps Collapse Fist that the man unleashed was no match for the air-splitting palm that Ji Yuan unleashed, and he staggered back.

"The level of internal refining! It's so deeply hidden, Ji Jiulang!"

The man who failed in the sneak attack had an ugly look on his face.

The realm of obeying qi is divided into external refining and internal refining.

The difference is that the former involves beating the muscles and bones, and the competition is about who is stronger, can withstand beatings, and has more powerful martial arts moves.

The latter exercises the internal organs and nourishes the internal Qi.

The life and death battle of a warrior in the first realm depends on the length, strength and weakness of this "qi".

Therefore, many martial arts scriptures classify the essence of external refining and internal refining into the word "strength".

Train strength externally and Qi internally.

Any martial arts move, no matter advanced or ordinary.

Only by using inner energy to activate it can it exert its maximum power.

In the fight just now, Ji Yuan's air-splitting palm was powerful and had enough internal energy, causing the opponent to suffer a hidden loss.

"It turns out to be Mr. Li. I wonder what I did wrong to make Mr. Qi kill me?"

Ji Yuan raised the corner of his mouth, held down the waist knife with his right hand, and pushed it forward with his thumb.

Those cold and stern eyes stared straight at the other person without blinking.
To be continued...