Chapter 4 The step of entering the body, the fireworks in the world
After Ji Chengzong left, Ji Yuan thought carefully for a moment and gave up the idea of going to the Yamen Dianmao to explore the way.
Lin Lu belongs to a hundred households, and it is said that the first level of officialdom kills people, and head-on confrontation is undoubtedly the worst policy.
"Set up a trap to kill me. This kind of trick can only be used once, and it won't work the next time.
The man surnamed Lin also knew in his heart that if he wanted to kill again after the matter was exposed, he would be desperate. The second uncle filed a complaint with the Third Law Department, and Heilongtai would be laughed at. By then, he would not be able to bear the consequences anymore.
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Ji Yuan knew very well that villains are like ghosts.
When facing insidious people, the more timid you show, the more you will be bullied.
If you act tyrannically, they will be afraid.
This is the so-called bullying of the weak and fear of the strong.
"In the realm of Tongmai... Among the eight hundred households in Fusi, Beizhen, he is the one with the lowest martial arts skills and the worst ability."
Ji Yuan's eyes were slightly cold, showing ridicule.
Lin Lu's family relied on the kindness of their fathers to make up for the vacancy, and had no real ability.
Moreover, he has a very bad character. In addition to eating and playing cards, he usually just flirts with others.
In his previous workplace, he was the most hated lackey in the company.
"There is not even a trace of 'Tao Yun'..."
While Ji Yuan was cleaning up the house, he was activating the Emperor's Dao Diagram in the sea of consciousness, but in the end he gained nothing.
"Antiques, calligraphy and paintings, magical weapons, superior martial arts... It seems that we should start with these rare things that have gone through the years and are produced by famous masters. The chance of extracting the Tao Yun is higher."
The power of Tao Yun is, in the final analysis, a "trace" of a powerful existence.
When people pass by, they leave their photos, and when the geese pass by, they leave their voices.
Those talented people who amaze their peers and dominate the world.
Even if thousands of years have passed, the remaining "spirit" will still transcend time and space.
Let future generations feel enlightened and continue to pass on the legacy.
For example, the Xuankong Temple is one of the six true traditions of the Jing Dynasty.
It is said that his ancestor stayed in seclusion in the Houshan Cave for more than 20 years, and finally succeeded, breaking through to the supreme realm, and leaving a lifelike figure on the stone wall.
Every year there are talented and outstanding disciples who enter it to understand the true meaning of martial arts and benefit a lot.
This is a different kind of Tao Yun!
"There is definitely no way to go to Xuankong Temple. The six true traditions cannot be offended... Speaking of which, 'I' actually still have some money left. It's not easy."
Ji Yuan put aside his distracting thoughts and weighed the money bag he found under his pillow.
There were fifteen taels of broken silver in it, and there was also eight ounces of money in the jewelry box under the foot of the bed.
These are all unexpected blessings from cleaning up the house just now.
"It's a pity. For those who practice martial arts, it's barely enough to eat and drink."
Ji Yuan shook his head and put away his smile.
He is in the stage of external refining, and spends a lot on food and drink every day.
As the saying goes, the poor in culture and wealth in military affairs.
By exercising your body every day, your appetite will naturally increase.
If you can't eat meat, you won't be able to develop your strength.
The ancients said that those who eat meat are brave and brave, those who eat grains are wise and skillful, and those who eat breath are gods and live long.
This contains the unchanging principles of martial arts practice.
"What you eat determines how powerful an individual can be... Well, this is very much in line with the style of a big foodie empire.
The first level of martial arts, the state of subduing qi, is divided into external training and internal training. I have just reached the external training stage. I have been polishing my muscles, bones and membranes for a long time, and I eat a lot.
I heard that internal refining consumes more money, and you need to eat medicinal foods and meals that can replenish qi and strengthen blood, so that you can make rapid progress and achieve significant results."
Ji Yuan thought for a while and suddenly felt that the path of martial arts was completely a gold-earning profession.
"So, my future is very bleak! The Tiqi of Fusi in Beizhen, with a monthly salary of two taels of silver and one kilogram of rice, is a low-income class, let alone practicing martial arts. The remaining money saved during the difficult years can go to
Listening to music and playing tea in Goulan, you may not even be able to drink a pot of wine."
Tiqi patrols three streets every day to look for bandits.
To some extent, it is similar to the Yamen policeman.
They are all auxiliary police officers.
There are many things to do without formal preparation.
If something went wrong at the top, a temporary worker would have to take the blame.
For such a job, many people are competing to get in.
Just because he became a Tiqi, he had the possibility of becoming an official.
Even if it is difficult, it is still an opportunity.
The lowest flag in Fusi, Beizhen, is also from the seventh rank.
When you walk outside, you are entitled to be called "Sir".
"It seems that civil servants are an iron rice bowl in any era."
Ji Yuan's eyes flashed and he became more determined in his original idea.
In the previous life, the only way out for the poor children was to take exams and solve problems.
Put in this strange and strange world, it was replaced by martial arts practice.
Jing Chao’s fastest way to advance is martial arts!
"Beizhen Fusi has a clear hierarchy of superiority and inferiority. It is not easy for a Tiqi to bring down hundreds of households while still being his own superior."
Ji Yuan looked down at his Yunying robe and thought silently:
"The small flag, the general flag is a green and blue bullfight uniform, the hundreds of households are wearing a red flying fish uniform, the Qianhu royal family is given a gold-winged roc robe, and the commander is qualified to wear a unicorn patch... It is said that the governor has participated in the creation of the world.
The Lord is wearing a purple and gold python robe, and his position is higher than that of a prince.
Even what you wear is so particular and insurmountable, which shows the strict class."
Looking at it this way, he is not from a noble family and has no backing connections.
Either work hard to do your best, or act as a watchdog for others.
"I am mediocre in martial arts and it is difficult for me to achieve great achievements. This is my fate."
Ji Yuan's lips curled up, as if he had finally found a suitable way out.
"But I can't stand it...I have a plug-in!"
He has experienced the power of Huangtian Daotu firsthand.
The white destiny [Dragon Spirit and Tiger Fierceness] changes the body.
Not only does it erase serious injuries, but it also fills up the physical deficit.
The abundant energy filling all the limbs and bones is more powerful than before.
"[Martial Bones Ping Ping] is just a white destiny. If you can upgrade it to cyan... you might be able to pass the examination at the Martial Arts Hall."
Ji Yuan was a little excited. The imperial examination system of the Jing Dynasty was both civil and military.
In addition to the literary examination every three years, there are also martial arts examinations twice a year.
"Collect the Tao Aggregate and change your destiny...this is the first thing to do.
Then he will take part in the assessment at the martial arts hall, earn a career for himself, and scare the thieves surnamed Lin.
As for how to deal with this person afterwards, let’s talk about it separately.”
After finalizing the plan, Ji Yuan began to implement it.
Put on your waist knife and lock the door.
He walked out of Nanmen Hutong, and the bustling smoke of fireworks hit his face.
"Cooking cakes! Selling cooking cakes! Fragrant and delicious cooking cakes..."
"Tofu brain, smooth and tender tofu brain! Salty or sweet tofu brain..."
"Baozi, a big bun with thin skin and lots of stuffing..."
Steamed buns, steamed buns, pancakes, and plain soup wontons, these hot foods exude an alluring aroma.
A group of civilian vendors either set up stalls or hawked along the street.
The noisy and friendly voice made Ji Yuan, who was lost in thought, suddenly feel like he had returned to the reality of the human world.
Time travel and rebirth, the map of the emperor’s heaven, the destiny of the road...
What he saw and heard that was beyond common sense was gradually buried deep in his heart.
"It feels so good to be alive."
Ji Yuan sighed secretly and spent ten cents to buy two pancakes and two bowls of tofu.
One bowl is salty and one bowl is sweet.
The stall owner was so frightened that he almost didn't dare to accept the copper coins.
After all, these days, it is indeed rare for Tiqi or policemen to pay the bills while eating and taking food.
"It's not a good sign that people are afraid of officials."
After Ji Yuan finished eating, he wiped his mouth and went straight to Liulichang in Changshunfang.
Divine weapons are hard to come by, and superior techniques are even rarer.
Only antique jades, calligraphy and paintings by famous artists may be missed.