Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

"Bone Bone Bodhisattva Bliss Night Banquet Picture...I don't know if it's true or not, but this picture can provide 150 points of white Taoism, a good thing!"

Ji Yuan went out for a trip, and his net worth was directly halved, but he did not feel distressed.

The Dao map of Huangtian reflects Daqian, and believes that all things in the world have Dao.

But there are also strengths and weaknesses.

Those extremely ordinary antique calligraphy and painting, rocks and plants.

Not even a shred of Dao Yun's strength is enough.

Where to get it.

"Ten taels of silver, not a loss."

Ji Yuan smiled slightly.

The Lingnan merchant was not happy at first, thinking that he was trying to find a leak, so he directly asked the price to 200 taels.

In the end, seeing Ji Yuan turn around and leave without any reluctance, that's why he was willing to do it.

Mosquitoes are meat no matter how small they are. Ten taels of silver for a meal of wine is better than keeping such an unlucky fake.

"I won't go to the Temple of the City God today, I'll leave it for next time, one hundred and fifty points of white Taoism... I wonder if it's enough for [Wu Gu Ping Ping] to advance?"

The purpose has been achieved, and Ji Yuan has lost the interest in continuing to hang out.

Holding the painting bag in his right hand, he turned around and left Liulichang.

Along the way, it is very prosperous.

Horses and horses are like dragons, and tourists are like weaving.

What a glorious scene!

"Compared to Liaodong Military Town, it's really a difference between clouds and mud."

Ji Yuan shook his head.

Tianjing is the first good place, there are two cities inside and outside, and thirty-six squares in east, west, north and south.

Enough to accommodate millions of people, it is a first-class heroic city in Xuanzhou!

However, this world is no different from the previous life in some places.

For example, the closer you get to the hub, the more unaffordable housing prices are.

For example, the inner city belongs to the residence of dignitaries, princes and princes.

Especially the mansions near the front three gates of Zhengyang, Chongwen and Xuanwu.

If you don't have a thousand taels of silver, the "intermediary" of the tooth bank will not even bother to look at you.

Usually, only high-ranking officials of the imperial court above the fourth rank and nobles and nobles from prominent families can afford to live there.

Therefore, there is a joke in Tianjing City.

Entering the inner city, go to the first three gates.

If you throw ten bricks out, you can definitely hit three or four servants and one or two generals.

If you are lucky, maybe you will meet the six ministers who are the dukes of the dynasty.

It is also for this reason that the three religions and nine streams are basically entrenched in outer cities.

So that one day the unfortunate hits the iron plate and suffers a disaster.

"I want to live a better life, but I still can't escape the trouble of buying a house. Living in the capital is not easy."

Ji Yuan sighed for no reason.

With his little salary as a tiqi, even if he works hard for a lifetime, it is estimated that it will be difficult to move into the inner city.

"In addition to saving my life, keeping this cloud eagle robe, and defeating the surnamed Lin... I have to think of a way to make money."

Ji Yuan walked back to Tai'an Square where he was on foot, carrying more and more things in his hands.

Five kilograms of braised beef wrapped in oil vellum paper, Zhuanggu medicinal wine bought from two Xiaotan pharmacies, a genuine "Da Gao" published by the Book Bureau, and half a sliced ​​roast goose.

A total of three hundred and forty-two pennies were spent.

The purse shrunk again.

If Ji Yuan is allowed to be so reckless, he will be at the bottom in a few days.

But he himself did not panic at all, thinking silently:

"Drink and eat meat, strengthen bones and strength, and read the laws of the Jing Dynasty by the way, and find a way to get rich... This money is worth the money."

Ji Yuan firmly believes that in the developmental stage, all resources should be quickly transformed into survival guarantees, so as to live a long life.

The hamster party or something, we will talk about it later when it develops.

"It's delicious!"

Returning to the dilapidated house in Nanmen Hutong, Ji Yuan tore the white-flour steamed buns into strips and ate them with the rich sauce-flavored braised beef.

In your spare time, take two sips of the spicy Zhuanggu medicinal wine.

The whole person seems to be sublimated.

"Comfortable!"

Ji Yuan showed a somewhat satisfied smile.

The body was in a coma for two days, and there was no oil or water in the stomach.

Empty and in urgent need of supplements.

"Phew! Eat and drink enough, it's time to practice!"

In the end, it was a martial artist who was training his muscles and bones. After eating three catties of braised beef and a dozen steamed buns, his stomach was almost five percent full.

Ji Yuan drank the remaining half bowl of the bone-strengthening medicinal wine, and his whole body was filled with a warm feeling.

He didn't have to digest it, his feet were shoulder-width apart, and his body's center of gravity sank, like a big tree taking root in the ground.

This is the most superficial basic kung fu in martial arts, standing.

There are more than 80 martial arts halls in the outer city of Tianjing, and there are no apprentices and handymen for entry.

But there are not many that can really be practiced well.

"The first level of martial arts is called 'convincing qi'. Literally, it means taking the inner qi and strengthening one's body through the technique of guidance.

It is further subdivided into 'external training' and 'internal training'. Externally refining the muscles, bones and membranes, internal refining the internal organs.

The internal and external training is extremely hard, and it is a piece of iron, so that it can withstand the repeated movement of the "internal qi" in the limbs. "

Relying on the family tradition of martial arts "Iron Cloth Shirt", Ji Yuan has achieved great success.

All over the hands, feet, chest and abdomen, the muscles, bones, and membranes are like thick and heavy iron embryos that have been forged and beaten hundreds of times, and they are extremely tough and strong.

Coupled with the blessing of the white life number [Dragon Spirit and Tiger Fierce], Ji Yuan's stamina will be longer and he will not feel tired.

When a real fight starts, the seven or eight big men can't get close.

"This "Iron Cloth Shirt" is a horizontal practice kung fu, which just hits the muscles and bones and exercises the skin.

But the next internal training requires the breathing method of spit and navigating in order to drive qi and blood and penetrate deep into the viscera, which is also a difficult problem. "

Ji Yuan's mind was relieved, and he stood there seriously for an hour.

There is a saying in the boxing scriptures, before practicing martial arts, first set up a three-year pile.

Fortunately, the original body is quite diligent and has a solid foundation, so there is no need to worry about this.

When the muscle activity started, Ji Yuan played a set of splitting palms taught by Beizhen Fusi.

As long as you take the errand of Tiqi, you can learn two low-grade martial arts.

One is the split palm, the other is the hundred-step fist.

The former is turning a knife into a palm, and the latter is turning a gun into a fist.

All are fighting and killing, taking people's lives in the military martial arts.

Ji Yuan took a stance, bursting with energy like thunder, with both palms out.

Within seven feet, the wind howled, which was quite frightening.

After half an hour, the move was over.

Ji Yuan's whole body was driven to rotate, exuding rolling heat.

He actually felt a strong sense of pleasure from it, just like the satisfaction after intense exercise.

call!

Ji Yuan let out a white breath and said helplessly:

"I'm hungry again, why is it like a bottomless pit."

He withdrew his qi and blood, rested for a while, and ate the remaining two catties of braised beef.

This is how martial arts practice, eat more and get hungry faster.

It is said that there is a big head in the Hanging Temple.

The combination of Chan and Wu, the Taoism is profound, and the three cows are eaten every day. It was once a miracle.

After finishing the daily homework, washing my body with sweat, the sky is getting darker, and every house is closed.

The security of the outer city is naturally not as good as the inner city.

Every night, even the yamen of the five city soldiers and horse divisions are reluctant to come out to patrol the night.

Mostly dealing with errands, hiding somewhere to drink.

Thus, even without a curfew.

The good family members of the outer cities will also return home early, for fear of getting into trouble with unclean evil things.

"Shen Haishi's imitation... everyone's handwriting."

Ji Yuan lit the rusty oil lamp in the main room, tore off the painting bag, and unfolded the volume of "Bone Bodhisattva Bliss Night Banquet".

Some dim light shines on the white-boned Bodhisattva, who is half graceful and half tragic.

A gloomy demonic atmosphere, like countless slender and sticky tentacles, filled the simple house.

Ji Yuan frowned slightly and turned around abruptly.

He heard the corner, under the bed, and behind him.

The crunching sound swirled back and forth.

It seemed that many people whispered and whispered.

"It makes me uneasy... this painting is weird!"

A vigilance of being spied on and shrouded in malice hovered in Ji Yuan's heart.

The lights flickered, and his face was uncertain.

Those cold and stern eyes couldn't help staring at the white-boned Bodhisattva.

Red and pink skeletons, white bones are Buddhas!

Gradually, for some unknown reason, Ji Yuan had a strong urge to take refuge in the seat.

It's just that as soon as this thought arises, the Emperor's Dao map in the sea of ​​​​knowledge suddenly shakes, and a circle of brilliant light oscillates.

scoff!

Like cracked silk!

Ji Yuan's eyes suddenly sobered, and he looked at the "Bone Bodhisattva Bliss Evening Banquet Picture" again.

The picture scroll was still spread out on the table, but it had lost its terrifying and terrifying feeling.

The dim room instantly became quiet, and there were no more murmurs and weird whispers.

"Is this painting a fake?"

Ji Yuan sat on the bench, suspecting that Shen Haishi, who was known as the ghost in the painting, was probably not an ordinary person.

"One hundred and seventy years later, it is obviously unusual to still be able to leave one hundred and fifty points of white Taoism!"