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Chapter 40: Noble, Noble, No Murder

"Seven kills are your destiny?"

Butler Zhao showed a hint of short-sighted curiosity at the right time.

He knew his master's temperament well.

If you don’t praise me at this time.

There will definitely be hardships.

"Does Qin Tianjian know where it is?"

The young man holds two iron gall bladders.

Kneeling under the couch were two beautiful maids with outstanding looks.

One person is beating his legs, and the other person is holding the stove.

The collars of all clothes were opened low and the tube tops were tightly squeezed.

A patch of snow was specially exposed for him to warm his hands and play with.

"The old slave once heard the Duke of the country mention it, saying that it was an institution for the imperial court to predict celestial phenomena and observe the fate of the country.

Whenever there was a war, the saint or the prince would consult the supervisor before formulating national policies.

By the way, the Qintian Supervisor seems to be responsible for formulating and updating the world rankings every three years.

Young Master Xiu was included in the list and was rated as a prime minister of Lang Gu, a great military strategist."

After all, Butler Zhao is working for the Duke of Liang, so he is much better informed than ordinary people.

Especially all kinds of rumors and rumors in the court can often be known at the first time.

I have heard a lot about the most mysterious Qin Tian Jian in the Jing Dynasty.

"That's right. There is a Golden Book of Immortals in Qin Tian Prison, which records all the top figures in the world who are one with heaven and man and have entered the realm of masters.

There are several supplementary volumes below it, which are subdivided into mountains and rivers, hidden dragons, young phoenixes, etc.

Almost all the budding talents and wizards were captured under one roof."

The young man's tone was a bit complicated, and he put his palm on the maid's chest with a slight force, causing the latter to scream in pain.

His eyes were slightly cold, not only did he show no pity, but he grabbed him harder and harder.

After that, he let out a breath of turbid air.

"You bitch!"

The young man cursed.

His father was the Duke of the current dynasty and a well-known great master in the world.

But he had no talent in martial arts. Even though he took a lot of tonics and great pills, he was still stuck in the second realm of Tongmai.

Not to mention the two rankings of Qianlong and Youfeng in Qintian Prison, they did not even make it to the Beijing Ranking, which is limited to Daming Mansion.

Every time I think about this, I feel depressed.

"In addition to formulating such lists, Qin Tianjian also subdivided people's qualifications, integrated various mystical theories, and explored the way of luck."

After venting a little, the young man leaned on the couch and said in a calm voice:

"This generation of eunuchs highly admires Yuan Tiangang's theory. He also believes that people have a destiny, which is divided into high and low.

However, those who are born extraordinary can still develop their own destiny.

Just like Zong Pingnan's Qi Sha Zuo Ming, also called Qi Sha into fate, which is very remarkable.

It is said that every time he suffers a bloody disaster, he can absorb the evil spirits of others and nourish his body and energy.

After seven times, the luck will be great, and the martial arts practice will advance by leaps and bounds, making great progress with each passing day.

Otherwise, how could Zong Pingnan rise against the trend after being suppressed in Zhaoyao Mountain for so long!?"

Butler Zhao opened his eyes wide.

Is there such a strange thing?

"Those who are the proud ones who can be competed for by the six true traditions and are included in the door, are mostly those with extremely prosperous destiny and favored by God's will.

So I said, clay-legged people have been clay-legged people all their lives. Do you really think Zong Pingnan is like them? People have their own destiny, and they will turn into dragons when encountering a storm."

The young man suddenly lost interest.

In this life, he will never be able to imitate his father in establishing a successful career and becoming a highly respected minister.

We can only rely on the remaining shade to enjoy our rich and prosperous life.

"What Master Cheng said is absolutely true."

Butler Zhao bent down and lowered his head.

"Step back, and... someone else will come over.

You are not sensible at all and have disturbed my interest!"

The young man slapped the maid with his backhand and knocked the maid who had just been pinched so hard that she flew away.

"The sage said that there is no distinction between people who are superior or inferior? How ridiculous!

Even destiny has high and low status, how can there be no difference between people?

Otherwise, how could it be that I was born as the son of the Duke of the country and you were born as a lowly slave?"

Another beautiful maid shivered and huddled next to the couch, fearing that she would also end up like this.

"Old slave, please retire."

Butler Zhao has long been accustomed to Master Cheng's inexplicable outbursts of anger and remains silent.

He raised his hand and knocked the frightened maid unconscious, dragging her out of the house like an animal.

Deep courtyard, wealthy mansion.

How many servants and servants are buried in the backyard and concubines and maidservants are filled in the dry well?





In recent days, the dilapidated house in Nanmen Hutong where Ji Yuan lives has been quite lively.

Every martial arts hall in Tianjing Thirty-sixth Square will post a list after each exam.

Previously, he pulled up a thousand kilograms of copper pillars upside down and was rated as having the strength of a tiger.

In addition, he won the first place in archery and is firmly at the top of the Tai'anfang Lecture Hall.

The little-known Liaodong mud-legged man brazenly suppressed a group of generals and nobles.

Suddenly, it was very popular.

Once the list was announced, the news spread like wildfire.

Ji Yuan immediately felt restless. In just two days, several groups of people came to his door.

First, the neighbors who lived in the same alley brought chickens, ducks, fish and other food as congratulations.

Ping Xiaoliu, that clever boy, specially brought two bags of fine private salt from home.

They were nothing valuable, so Ji Yuan accepted them all.

Next, it was the turn of the second uncle Ji Chengzong. He was very drunk when he came over. He was as happy as if he had passed the exam and said "do your best" more than a dozen times.

Finally, there were Tiqi colleagues from Beizhen Fusi. They each raised money to buy some good wine and meat, gathered in small groups, and issued invitations very carefully.

Ji Yuan was also willing to give face and did not refuse.

In the future, he would fill the vacancies of hundreds of households, and if he wanted to establish himself in Fusi, Beizhen, he would have to recruit his own people.

Shangguan's prestige is actually given by his subordinates.

Ji Yuan understood this truth.

Therefore, looking at the uniform Yunying robe, he is also very bright.

Some people drank when they were toasted, others laughed when they flattered them, and they showed no signs of caution or pretense.

This keeps the atmosphere hot and never gets cold.

"Thank you brothers for your love and coming here to congratulate me."

Ji Yuan drank several rounds in a row. He smelled of alcohol but his eyes were sober.

He is young and sits at the top.

The remaining dozen Tiqi were like stars guarding him, surrounding him in the middle.

The primary and secondary status is obvious.

"Brother Ninth, we have all heard about and seen your courage!"

There was a white-faced Tiqi who came over with a wine glass in both hands and excitement on his face.

"In Beizhen Fusi, no matter whether it is a small flag or a general flag, anyone can send orders to us, and they will come and go as soon as they are called!

You are the only one who has such ability and courage, Ninth Brother!

If the general banner oppresses, then cut off the general banner’s legs! If hundreds of households plot against you, then slap the hundred households in the face!”

From Ji Jiulang to Jiu Ge, Ji Yuan accepted this change calmly.

His eyes were calm, he took the glass and drank it in one gulp, and said calmly:

"How can there be so many big people and small people in the world?

We are rankless Tiqi, not as majestic as the general banner and hundreds of households.

But when we listen to the order, we follow the king's law and abide by the laws of the country, instead of being a lackey and a slave to the superior!"

Ji Yuan's voice was not loud, but it was very heavy, like gold and iron hitting the ground.

The cavalry were even more excited and agreed with a loud voice.

They only felt that there was a stronger taste in the wine they drank, and it went straight to their foreheads!

"Speaking of which, Mr. Li Qi, who was busy trying to please Lin Baihu and stood up for Xu Xian, has received his retribution."

Another Tiqi with a hooked nose said in a deep voice:

"He took the initiative to take the mysterious case of the mysterious death of Qian Wu, the manager of the Salt Gang, and wanted to take credit for it, but he searched for several days and found no clues.

I ran to Yizhuang for some unknown reason the night before yesterday, and I didn't come to the Yamen office the next day. By the time they found the person, the body had hardened and only a skin with dried blood was left.

Everyone in the yamen said that his soul was sucked away by spirits... No one dares to touch that case anymore."

Ji Yuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing.

Is Mr. Li Qi who attacked him dead?

Could it be that he accidentally entered the Yin Market like him and bumped into something even more sinister?


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