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Chapter 1 Beizhen Fusi, Ji Jiuro also

Jing Dynasty, the 64th year of Datong.

Late at night, the lights in Tianjing City were dimmed.

There was a rolling roar, and the thunder rolled across the sky from far to near.

The blazing white light suddenly tore through the night and illuminated a dilapidated house in Nanmen Hutong.

At the same time, Ji Yuan opened his eyes on the cold hard bed in the main room.

As if having a nightmare, he sat up suddenly.

Empty eyes, without any sparkle.

After a while, Ji Yuan seemed to have woken up from a big dream, thinking silently in his heart:

"Jingchao...Tianjing...Liaodong refugees...Ji Jiulang...Heilongtai!?"

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his chest. There were no bullet holes.

Dead, but not quite dead?

"I didn't expect that my undercover career for several years would end in this way..."

Ji Yuan had mixed feelings in his mind, his past flashed by like smoke, he graduated from the police academy, was an undercover agent, went abroad, was a gangster, traded, closed down the net, was killed...

"It's okay, I'm too tired from dancing on the edge of a knife..."

He lowered his head and smiled.

Accepted quickly.

Anyway, I am alone and have no parents to support me at home.

My only regret is probably that I didn't live to receive the medal.

"hiss!"

As his mind wandered, Ji Yuan suddenly covered his head and gasped.

It's like a red-hot iron drill has penetrated the Tianling Cap.

piping hot!

Hot!

pain!

Countless scattered pictures were crammed in.

Such chaos!

"It turns out that 'I' am also called Ji Yuan? I have the same name and the same surname. It seems that this is also a tradition of time travel."

Ji Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth, seeming to find it funny.

He swayed, resisting the swollen and throbbing tingling sensation in his temples, and indulged in the fleeting memory fragments.

This Ji Jiulang was originally from Liaodong and was born in Jiubianjun Town.

His father was a small flag official in the Fusi of Taipei Town, Heilong Dynasty during the Jing Dynasty.

Later, he was sent to Liaodong by Shangguan and worked as a backbone in Delong Trading Company to investigate the salt and iron smuggling case in Xishan Prefecture.

He lurked for several years and collected a lot of irrefutable evidence, but his whereabouts were unexpectedly exposed when he reported the news.

Almost everyone in the family was silenced, except Ji Yuan who was lucky enough to be rescued and survived.

He was brought to Tianjing by his second uncle Ji Chengzong from Nanzhen Fusi and was raised.

Now I am in my prime years, and I have just received an errand from Tiqi...

A series of messy fragments intertwined into the past, flashing in front of Ji Yuan's eyes as if at eight times speed.

Liaodong suffered from severe drought for eight years and heavy snowfall for another eight years.

Natural disasters occur every year, and people's lives are difficult, to the point where they have no choice but to sell their sons and daughters.

Especially the villages around the military town are even more dangerous.

There are military leaders inside who are killing people to take credit, and there are barbarians outside who are clearing grass and grain.

Not to mention the powerful landlords and gentry clans.

The vast network of connections leaves no one able to escape.

It is difficult to find a way out for good people who are honest and do their duty and do not want to be bandits.

Either sell yourself as a servant, or gather in the mountains and forests.

"People are not like humans, and ghosts are not like ghosts... The Jing Dynasty Dingding world has been in the world for a period of time. It is a prosperous age where fire is cooking oil and flowers are blooming! How could it become like this?!"

These memories were too real, just like what he had seen, heard and experienced personally. Ji Yuan's expression became heavy, with a bit of sadness, anger and doubt in his eyes.

Before he could continue to think about it, he felt a sharp throbbing pain in his chest.

It's like burning, but it also gives off a bit of a cold feeling.

The intertwining of the two makes people want to die.

"This... when did 'I' get hurt?"

Ji Yuan unbuttoned his inner clothes, looked down, and saw a black palm print on his chest.

Its color is deep, as if it has been poisoned.

"I just passed through it, and I'm going to die soon?"

Ji Yuan's heart moved and he searched for clues from the boundless sea of ​​consciousness.

After a long time, he finally remembered the cause and effect, his eyes showing coldness.

Everything came from the official position left vacant by my old father who was loyal to the country.

According to the laws of the Jing Dynasty, court officials had three kinds of grace.

One is the world reward, a civil servant of seventh rank or above can allow his son to enjoy the imperial salary.

If you make outstanding contributions, you can directly enter the Imperial College and become a prison student.

The second is hereditary, where the father dies and the son succeeds. Many of the families of military commanders in Jiubian Army Town come from this.

The third is the shadow son. If the father is a first-rank official, there is no need to wait. You can directly submit a letter and ask for a fifth-rank official position for your heir.

By analogy, even if you are a junior official of the seventh rank.

You can also get an unpopular classic, Yi Cheng.

Ji Yuan's father was a small flag official in Fusi, Beizhen, and he happened to be from the seventh rank.

Later, he helped uncover the major salt and iron smuggling case in Xishan Prefecture. Although he lost his life, he was still sealed by Heilongtai.

Hundreds of households promoted to the sixth rank were given flying fish clothes and embroidered spring knives as a reward.

If there are no accidents, follow normal procedures.

Ji Yuan should directly fill his father's vacancy and become the youngest head of a hundred households in Fusi, Beizhen.

But things are different now. This is no longer the beginning of the founding of the Jing Dynasty.

The law is one thing, but its implementation is another.

Heilongtai has great powers, supervising all officials and patrolling the world.

A man from a hundred households has a monthly salary of thirty-four taels of silver, wears a flying fish suit, carries an embroidered spring knife, and holds a book of impermanence.

There are one hundred and twenty men in charge of the Tiqi. Who will not show courtesy to anyone wherever they pass?

There are a lot of people who want to spend money to fill this kind of fertile vacancy.

How could it be the turn of a poor man like Ji Yuan who has no money and no power?

"Lin Baihu from Fusi, North Town, had previously excused himself, saying that I was too young and my martial arts skills were too low to convince the crowd, so he only gave me one Tiqi..."

Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

The official ranks of Beizhen Fusi from high to low are: Commander, Qianhu, Deputy Qianhu, Baihu, Trial Baihu, General Banner, Xiaoqi.

The so-called "Tiqi" have no rank and rank. They can only be regarded as guards. They are minor officials and have no official position.

"That Lin Baihu is clearly trying to bully 'me' because I have no father, no mother, and no strong backer, so I can only control it!"

Ji Yuan felt calm in his heart and pressed down the fire on his chest for the time being.

In his previous life, he had seen many such disgusting things.

What should have been yours was taken away by others.

Not only that, but sometimes you have to step on them without leaving any dignity.

Ji Yuan knew that if he could bear it for a while.

Then you become a soft persimmon that everyone can bully, and you will still have to suffer in the future.

The word "principle" is not universal.

From what I saw, the fat pig-like Lin Baihu was a real villain who didn't get up early without any profit.

No matter what errand or case, as long as it passes through his hands, at least a layer of grease must be scraped off.

"'I' argued with Lin Baihu to no avail. In the end, not only was I assigned to be a Tiqi, patrolling the streets every day, with little chance of meritorious deeds, I was also ostracized by my colleagues...

Two days ago, 'I' went to check the cargo at the dock, which attracted gangsters, caused a conflict, and ended up being injured..."

As Ji Yuan's thoughts floated around, he went through this matter from beginning to end.

There are a lot of strange things in it.

Ji Yuan had free time at work every day, just going to the Yamen to order some lunch and then patrolling the streets.

The main area is at Sanfang, North Gate.

Yongding River Pier, located in Ping'an Square, Ximen, is not under his control at all.

Why did he go to inspect the goods and provoke the gang?

"That fat pig wants to set up 'me'? For what reason? To make me hand over the 100 vacancies left by my father so that he can do business?"

Ji Yuan's heart was like a clear mirror, and he immediately deduced that they were inseparable.

In his previous life, he lived on the border and had never seen anything from the three religions.

He is no younger than his original self. He only knows that the world is dangerous, but he does not understand the evil nature of people's hearts.

"The Cao Gang, and the leader of the gang who hurt 'me', maybe they are all in one group... To murder an official of the imperial court, according to Jing's rules, the whole family will be executed! You can deal with a Tiqi who is not of the highest grade, but...

It’s much easier.”

After understanding clearly, Ji Yuan took a deep breath.

There was not much worry in his eyes, but a playful smile.

He has such an unruly temperament, he is not afraid of trouble, does not cause trouble, and does not avoid trouble.

Otherwise, I would not have been able to move around easily in my previous life, and would have been among those vicious smugglers.

He stayed undercover for several years, and his identity was only revealed when the net was finally closed.

Tap tap tap!

There was a sound of rapid footsteps.

Someone braved the pouring rain and stepped on the water to come to the main house.

Ji Yuan closed his shirt and closed his eyes.

He lay down as usual, and heard intermittent voices in his ears.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Zhou, for bothering you so late at night..."

A rich male voice passed through the door.

"It doesn't matter, saving people is more important."

This seems to be an old man.

Crunch!

The wooden door is old and makes a harsh sound.

Two figures walked into the main room one after the other and lit the oil lamps.

The leader, an old man with white beard and hair, carries a medicine box on his back.

The middle-aged man following behind is Ji Yuan's second uncle, Ji Chengzong.

I saw him wearing a bullfight uniform, wearing a waist knife, and his face was full of anxiety:

"Mr. Zhou, my nephew was injured and was unconscious for two days... The doctor from Qianjintang called in several doctors, but they only said that the internal organs were damaged and it was difficult to treat with ordinary medicine and stone, so he thought of calling in

You come to the door."

The old man put down the medicine box and walked quickly to the bed.

First he glanced at the "unconscious" Ji Yuan, and then stretched out two fingers to lift off his inner clothes.

Seeing the black palm print, he frowned and asked coldly:

"Is he from the Cao Gang? 'Iron Sand Palm' Luo Lie?"

Ji Chengzong nodded, with a hint of hatred in his words:

"It's this evil thief! Taking advantage of his relationship with the Five Cities Military and Horse Division, he acts so lawlessly that even the Fu Division of Beizhen dares to stroke a tiger's beard!"

Mr. Zhou gently pressed Ji Yuan's chest, then checked the pulse of his wrist. His eyes suddenly changed and he said in surprise:

"Hey! Mr. Ji, Jiulang is saved! He was hit by Luo Lie's iron sand palm. That martial arts is sinister. There are cold and hot qi in the palm power, which consumes the essence and destroys the flesh and blood.

It stands to reason that after Jiulang had endured two days, he should have run out of gas.

However, when I took my pulse just now, I discovered that although Jiulang's injury had not improved, and although his pulse was weak, there was a revival of vitality in his body.

Okay, okay, he has overcome the most difficult level!

Later, I will prescribe some medicine to strengthen the blood and replenish the qi. If you take it for a few months, you should be fine, but you may not get the root cause of the disease. Every autumn and winter, you are prone to contracting wind-cold syndrome!"

Mr. Zhou carefully looked at the young man lying on the bed and felt strange.

Such an injury would be difficult to cure even if it were a first-level warrior with great success in Qi.

Unexpectedly, Ji Jiulang took a deep breath to preserve the vitality in his body.

"It would be great if it can save lives!"

Ji Chengzong sighed.

As for the root of the disease.

I'll just figure it out later.

"Your Jiulang, lucky people have their own destiny."

Mr. Zhou sighed with emotion and turned around to write the prescription.

Ji Chengzong quickly thanked him and followed him out later.

It's not even curfew yet, so we need to get all the medicinal materials quickly.

The door was closed tightly and the room became quiet.

"Fortunately, I can't die."

Ji Yuan opened his eyes and breathed out gently.

My mind is about to relax,

suddenly,

A severe dizziness rushed to my head,

Came quickly and urgently!

Extremely unexpected!

The sea of ​​​​consciousness is tumbling and rolling, and with a "swipe", large sections of information flow emerge.

Those mysterious lines that seem to contain supernatural powers are constantly intertwined and evolving.

In the end, a simple picture scroll is formed that is as bright as the sun!


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