Chapter 38 The storm is about to come, someone is holding an umbrella
"Just a little understanding."
Ji Yuan made a small show of his holiness in front of Coach Wei. Ji Yuan looked calm and relaxed on the outside, but he was indeed a bit content in his heart.
He felt it more truly.
What is the impact of changing your destiny?
This is by no means a temporary improvement!
It turns out that I have mediocre martial arts skills. I started practicing martial arts at the age of eight, and at the age of thirteen I was ready to start internal training.
After practicing the "Iron Cloth Shirt" passed down from his family to the ninth level, his muscles, bones and membranes were perfected, and he entered Beizhen Fusidangti Cavalry.
This speed of practice cannot be said to be very slow, but it is not associated with the word "genius".
Until Ji Yuan changed his fate twice in a row.
From then on, regardless of the boxing or kicking skills, the internal organs are refined.
There is no difficulty in all of them, and you can learn them as soon as you learn them.
"Fate is closely related to oneself. [Dragon Spirit and Tiger Fierce] are the body, and [Steel Steel and Iron Bone] are the consciousness. These two make people reborn and look brand new.
I wonder what kind of changes will be brought about after the change of luck and momentum?"
A glimmer of hope arose in Ji Yuan's heart.
He currently has [Eagle Vision] and [Hyper Death] attached.
One is the order of a powerful minister, but it is accompanied by disasters and disasters.
One is that it is easy to offend villains and cause impermanence and death.
Seriously speaking, it's not even the best choice.
“The waves behind the Long River push the waves ahead, and a new generation replaces the old.
Your internal refining progress is so fast, it is only a matter of time before you reach the state of submission.
There should be no problem with the meritorious service of a martial arts examiner."
Wei Yang seemed to feel relieved, but then he warned:
"But don't underestimate the generals and nobles in Tianjing City because of this. The real top-notch people are climbing the martial arts in the six true traditions.
A few years ago, His Royal Highness the Prince recruited a rare and extraordinary talent in the world.
Born with dragon-like muscles and bones, and with hundreds of meridians connected, the first and second realms can be passed in the blink of an eye, and you can directly step into the blood exchange.
Later, it was fought over by Huangjue Temple, Shangyin Academy, and Zhenwu Mountain for a while, and several great masters almost got into a fight."
Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows.
Is this the legendary Son of Destiny whom fate favors?
In comparison.
I am still struggling to achieve a state of submission by practicing externally and internally.
It's really a bit unsightly.
"I wonder if I can see it in the future. The fate of those extraordinary talents must be blue and purple, or even red.
If it could be printed, wouldn't it be soaring into the sky?"
Ji Yuan was not in awe and worship, but instead thought about whether he could get a lot of wool.
The reason why he crushed Yang Xiu with arrows in the inner courtyard was thanks to the rubbing power of Huangtian Dao Tu.
Without years of experience as an archer at Shuofeng Pass, how could I have pulled an iron bow and hit the target five hundred paces away?
No matter how talented and evil you are, you still need to practice some skills over time.
Such is the case with archery.
Without feeding thousands or tens of thousands of arrows, one cannot become a master archer.
"Yesterday's shooting performance, Jiulang, you deserve to be the first. Next, there will be two small tests on the racecourse and in the ring. Let's see if you can suppress Yang Xiu."
After chatting for a while, Wei Yang looked up and saw that the sky was getting darker, and was about to get up and leave.
When the time came, he gave special instructions:
"The snowflake silver snake meat replenishes Qi and blood, remember not to waste it."
Ji Yuan responded, his eyes calm and his heart unruffled.
If only he could accumulate some more power of Tao Yun, or imprint a few more destiny numbers.
I should be 60 to 70% sure about Yang Xiu from the Duke of Liang's Mansion.
"Eagle Vision, Wolf Vision... I don't know if I can take his life!"
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As the sun set in the west, Wei Yang turned around and left Nanmen Hutong, heading towards Changshunfang.
Although Jiangwutang belongs to the Sixth Department, its status is quite special.
But just as a teacher, the salary is naturally not very high.
The inner city of Tianjing has a lot of land, so it is very difficult to settle down.
Relying on the reward for his efforts in exchange for risking his life at Shuofeng Pass, Wei Yang purchased a courtyard in the outer city.
A few years ago, someone got married to a matchmaker and gave birth to two fat boys.
I have finally started a family, started a business, and settled down.
I thought that the eldest child in the family is learning to read and the second child can also walk.
A soft smile appeared on Wei Yang's rough face, and he couldn't help but stop in front of the stall.
I took out a few pennies and bought a rattle and a pair of tiger-head shoes.
When Wei Yang returned home, an ordinary-looking woman in a Jingchai cloth skirt quickly came forward and said with a sad face:
"A visitor is coming."
Wei Yang looked up and saw an old man dressed as a wealthy man wearing a gold-threaded blue satin gown sitting in the room.
"Who is your Excellency?"
He strode across the threshold and asked in a deep voice.
I don't know many acquaintances in Tianjing, including Pao Ze like Cheng Qianli and his colleagues in the martial arts hall.
Where do the guests come from?
"I've met Coach Wei. My surname is Zhao. He is the second steward of the Duke of Liang's mansion."
This old man is energetic and has bright eyes.
Obviously he has practiced kung fu and his level is not low.
"It turns out to be Butler Zhao... What's the point of coming to my humble abode?"
Wei Yang glanced at the silk gown, feeling a little surprised.
Although the Jing Dynasty did not have strict regulations on the clothing of common people, the servants and humble servants wore silk and satin, and it was not blue and black, which was already transgression.
"Actually, it's just a small matter. I want to ask Coach Wei for a favor and make a good relationship."
Butler Zhao spoke respectfully, but there was a hint of arrogance in his words.
As the saying goes, there are seven ranks of officials in front of the prime minister.
Thinking about it this way, being a housekeeper for the Duke's Mansion is indeed a step above being a teacher in a martial arts hall.
"But Butler Zhao said it doesn't matter. If it's useful... Mr. Wei will do his best."
Wei Yang is not a reckless person and will not offend the Duke of Liang for no reason.
"I believe you also know, Coach Wei, that Master Xiu is the adopted son of the Duke. He was expelled from Tianjing for causing trouble and was sent to Xishan Mansion to suppress bandits."
Butler Zhao said with a smile like Maitreya Buddha:
"But my young master Xiu has a bad temper and is too murderous. His suppression of bandits has caused civil unrest.
The Duke of Guo had no choice but to let him come back to earn martial arts fame, and then throw him to Jiubian for training.
It was also Master Xiu who annoyed the Duke, so it was the turn of the martial arts hall in Tai'anfang in the outer city.
Otherwise, with the status of the Duke's Mansion, how could it be possible to compete with those guardsmen's children."
Wei Yang's forehead throbbed, and his beard was like a steel needle pricking someone.
He suppressed his anger and asked nicely:
"Yang Xiu has already achieved great success in internal refining, and with his strong muscles and strong muscles, and his martial arts fame, I am afraid that Mr. Wei will not be able to help him much."
Butler Zhao waved his hand and said:
"I know something about Coach Wei. You followed Commander-in-Chief Tan Wenying and guarded Jiubian Shuofeng Pass. You made many meritorious deeds and became a guerrilla general.
A warrior of the Third Realm who has exchanged blood four times is considered the best among the best when placed in the Flying Bear Guard. If he hadn’t been offended..."
Wei Yang interrupted abruptly:
"Housekeeper Zhao, speak directly if you have something to say, there is no need to beat around the bush."
The old man's smile froze, and he said calmly:
"The Duke of Guo has two ideas. One is to ask Coach Wei if he can move the Liaodong soldier who is the best in shooting skills to another place in the outer city.
Since Young Master Xiu has entered the Tai'anfang Martial Arts Hall, allowing others to overwhelm him would be tantamount to damaging the face of the Duke's mansion.
It doesn’t look good if you say it, and it doesn’t look good if you spread it.
Second, the last stage of the martial arts competition is the Jiuzhou Challenge. Master Xiu has achieved great perfection in his internal training and is convinced, but he is not yet proficient in the dragon-tiger grab that he learned from Duke Guo.
Coach Wei has been on the battlefield for a long time and has profound skills. It would be great if he could give him the opportunity to practice his moves with Master Xiu and gain a sense of his strength.
Of course, the Duke's Mansion will not let Coach Wei's efforts go in vain, and will provide him with a thousand taels of silver and a box of blood-strengthening medicine afterwards."
Butler Zhao is consciously sincere.
Even if we put aside the silver and medicine powder, it is just for the signboard of Duke Liang's Mansion.
I don’t know how many warriors in the outer city are willing to take the initiative to get closer and cling to this relationship.
"that's it?"
Wei Yang's tense face relaxed slightly and he said in a deep voice:
"There are some chores at home, so I won't entertain Butler Zhao today."
The intention of seeing off guests is obvious.
"Instructor Wei, what does this mean?"
Butler Zhao was a little stunned, as if he couldn't believe it.
No matter what he does, as long as he moves out of Liangguo's palace, he will be successful.
Who is my master?
The sworn brothers of the saint!
The minister of Conglong of Jing Dynasty!
The uncle of the current prince!
Under these three prominent identities,
The martial arts realm of the Xiantian Grandmaster has become a matter of course.
"Mr. Wei can't do what the Duke of Guo requested."
Wei Yang's words speak volumes:
"If your young master Xiu is really capable, if he is as powerful as Qin Tianjian said, a wolf-like prime minister, and a seed of a military strategist, then he should fight Ji Jiulang openly and honestly.
If you can't win the first place, what kind of fame will you earn?
Wouldn't it be easier to just rely on the reputation of Duke Liang and wait for death?"
Butler Zhao's eyes widened, and he rushed to his old face with anger, which made his silk and satin gown squeak.
He didn't expect that a mere instructor from a martial arts school would dare to look down on him?
He even said something rude and insulted the Duke!
"Housekeeper Zhao, you have been pampered for a long time. I'm afraid it will be ugly if you really start doing something."
Wei Yang's iron-tower-like body leaned forward, and his condensed energy and blood swelled in his clothes.
The rich murderous aura that came from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood suddenly emerged from his eyes.
"Good! Coach Wei has the backbone!"
Butler Zhao's mind sank, as if his body and head were about to be separated at the next moment. His momentum weakened slightly, and he could only say with a stern face:
"I have never seen anyone in Tianjing City who doesn't give face to Duke Liang's mansion! You are the first one!
Tai'anfang Martial Arts Hall wants to protect that Liaodong mud-legged guy? Then I'll wait and see how he dies in the ring!
I really thought that after nineteen years, there would be another Zong Pingnan!"