Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 101: The basis for success

As the rain gradually increased, Ji Yuan danced with a sword in a green shirt. The wide-sleeved robe not only failed to affect the agility of the sword, but made it appear elegant, neither too feminine nor too rigid.

It seems that there are no moves or any rigid movements. The falling raindrops are like being pulled by countless invisible threads, swinging with the sword's movement when turning. The body and mind are harmonious, and the sword turns at will.

Every drop of rain is a sword, and every sword turns into rain.

Perhaps it was just a few breaths in the past, or maybe it took a cup of tea, Ji Yuan finished the sword dance, rolled up his sleeves, turned around and stood with his hands behind his back. At this moment, the rainwater beside him formed a circle as Ji Yuan turned around, forming a one-foot-wide circular water wave under his feet, and then slowly melted into the rainwater on the ground.

Although the sword has stopped, the falling rain will actively avoid Ji Yuan and fall along the side of the body at the feet.

Ji Yuan looked at the Zuo family members in the foyer.

"This is the divine will of the wandering dragon. It has no moves or styles. It can be integrated into the world's martial arts. Whether you can understand it or not, and how much you can understand it depends on you."

After saying that, Ji Yuan walked out of the rain, and when he stepped into the hall again, there was no water mark on his feet, and his clothes were not wet either.

Since I want to be an immortal master this time, I naturally have to make a good gesture.

The Zuo family and Mr. Yan seemed to have not recovered from the mysterious fairy sword dance just now. They were still staring blankly outside the hall, as if the illusory figure was still dancing with the sword in the rain.

For a long time, Zuo Boran was the first to come to his senses, followed by Zuo Youtian, Zuo Youxin and others. The two children kept looking at the rain blankly, but none of the Zuo family members spoke until The two children also came to their senses and cuddled up next to their mother. Only then did the Zuo family and Mr. Yan dare to breathe.

Ji Yuanze just sat at the table drinking tea, and even picked up the teapot to refill his cup. When everyone in the Zuo family finally came to their senses, he smiled at them.

Seeing that Mr. Yan looked embarrassed, he quickly greeted him.

"Mr. Yan, there is no need to mind. You have never stolen anything from the Zuo family. I don't mind if you watch. Who can have any objection? Sit down and drink tea!"

"Mr. Xie, let me watch you dance the sword."

Mr. Yan bowed his hands with a shy face before sitting down on his chair. He quickly picked up the tea cup and took a sip to calm down his shock. In fact, he knew the weight of the Immortal's Sword Dance better than the Zuo family.

Although the Yan family shop has long since sealed the special sword-making furnace, Mr. Yan has still been making swords for half his life, and he naturally has his own opinions on swordsmanship.

I can only sigh in my heart: 'The magical sword spirit is hard to find in the mortal world! ’

Although the Zuo family has regained consciousness now, they are still savoring the scene in the rain just now. They cannot remember Ji Yuan's actions at all, but it does not prevent them from feeling the meaning.

After leaning a little, the Zuo family stood in the hall. Under the leadership of Zuo Boran, they all bowed at ninety degrees. Even the two children also bowed with the help of their parents.

"The Zuo family will never forget Mr. Zuo's kindness. I belong to the Zuo family in Tianfu, and I would like to enshrine Mr. Zuo's immortal throne forever!"

Zuo Boran's still energetic voice was solemn and serious.

Ji Yuan was a little happy after hearing this, but he had no intention of letting anyone worship him in a shrine.

"Okay, it's over for you, but it's not over for me yet. I don't know if this Juntianfu City God is easy to talk to!"

Ji Yuan shook his head and smiled. Since he said it, he would naturally fulfill his promise.

In fact, it shouldn’t be a big deal. After all, the Zuo family has his imperial edicts and decrees, and the long-lasting soul is clear and clear, making it harder for evildoers to appear. No matter how much virtue you accumulate and do good deeds, there is a high probability that you will die. Later, he became a candidate for the official service of the City God's Yin Division.

Ji Yuan went to pay a polite visit. He didn’t even need to meet the City God. He only needed to meet one of the judges. If he mentioned his friendship with the Zuo family, there was a high chance that the City God of Juntianfu would sell a favor to Ji Yuan. Fate.

It's not a matter of principle that makes them choose evil people. They are also good ghosts. If they want to be endorsed by this immortal cultivator, why not do it as a favor? When there is no issue of principle, the underworld can also do it. Talk about relationships.

This is not Ji Yuan’s wild guess, but it is clearly written in "The Legend of Hereticism". It is also based on Ji Yuan’s experience of being exposed to the City God system several times. Of course, there must be some bad-tempered Yin Division chiefs. Or City God, if you run into a scheming fate, you will be unlucky.

But he didn’t think about the fate of this matter for now. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the writing on the table and said to the Zuo family:

"Okay, let's take the decree."

As the head of the family, Zuo Boran stepped forward solemnly and stretched his hands to the table to pick up the decree. However, before that, Ji Yuan reached out and pressed it on it.

"Mou Ji has said something first. If the Zuo family just wants to live a stable life, that's fine. Even though the laws are good, they are not omnipotent. There is no way for blessings and misfortunes to be brought about by people. If you really want to set foot in the world in the future, it is best to uphold the spirit of chivalry. Be upright, otherwise the law will run away on its own! ”

Ji Yuan's voice was filled with laughter, but no one in the room dared to take this sentence, which made them feel a sense of pressure, as a joke.

"Mr. Zuo should obey it and don't dare to forget the teacher's teachings!" "Never forget the teacher's teachings!"

The Zuo family members behind them also hurriedly bowed to show their determination after Zuo Boran spoke.

Ji Yuan just moved his hands away, and Zuo Boran, who was slightly sweating on his forehead, took out the decree with both hands. A shadow of a chess piece flashed in the sleeve of his right arm, which made Ji Yuan say to himself: 'Sure enough! ’

Seeing Zuo Boran carefully return to the hall with the copybook, being admired by all the Zuo family members, Ji Yuan suddenly thought of something and looked at Mr. Yan who was stroking his beard.

"Mr. Yan, where is my scabbard?"

"Huh?"

Mr. Yan looked at Ji Yuan inexplicably, and then at the ivy sword standing by the table. Sweat immediately appeared on his forehead. Wasn't making the scabbard a joke?

"Hahahaha... Don't be impatient, sir. Ji will come back to sell it in a few days. A simple scabbard, it won't take much time to go to Yan's shop, right?"

"It doesn't cost much, it doesn't cost much! I will definitely prepare something to satisfy my husband!"

Old man Yan hurriedly promised, then lowered his head to think about which styles and wood to prepare. Anyway, he decided to mobilize the Yan family to make more than ten or twenty styles of scabbards for the immortal to choose!

When Mr. Yan raised his head and wanted to explain this to Ji Yuan, he found that Mr. Ji sitting on the other side had disappeared, leaving only a tea cup that had drank all the tea. The Zuo family was still admiring the copybook curiously. , still unaware at this moment.

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Ji Yuan walked away in the rain. This was the first time he used the technique of avoiding water to walk in the rain, but he still borrowed an umbrella from the room outside Yan's shop.

The rush to leave was not because Ji Yuan was really in a hurry to see the Shinto gods of Juntianfu City, but because he did not want to miss the beautiful scenery of Juntianfu City.

When he got close to the city, Ji Yuan opened his umbrella and entered the city like an ordinary citizen. He walked around and listened to the inner picture of Juntian Mansion.

After wandering for a long time, Ji Yuan finally came to Miao Sifang in Juntian Mansion. Most cities would name the square where the City God Temple is located as Miao Sifang. It is an important city square for holding temple fairs and sacrificial activities, and Juntian Mansion is no exception.

When I agreed to the Zuo family, I was very confident, and when I thought about it, I thought it was okay. But when it was actually under the nose of Ren Chenghuang, Ji Yuan was still a little uneasy.

The city **** of a prefecture is usually much more powerful than the county god. Even the subordinate city **** divisions will be many more. For example, a prefecture city of the size of Juntianfu is estimated to have twenty-four divisions.

Ji Yuan did not come empty-handed. He picked out a few shops in Miao Sifang and bought a box of pastries and preserves. He also drank two bottles of decent wine and went to Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuａ.com. Rush to the City God's Temple.

Because it was a rainy day, there were not many people in the Chenghuang Temple. Several vendors selling incense and candles pushed their stall carts into the temple corridor. When Ji Yuan walked in through the temple gate, some people immediately hawked them enthusiastically.

"Hey, sir, you have to offer a few sticks of incense when you come to pay homage to the City God. I have the best sandalwood here, and it costs two cents for three sticks!"

Fragrant? Don’t dare to buy, don’t dare to buy!

Ji Yuan declined politely and walked along one side of the temple corridor to the temples ahead.

First we arrived at the main hall. Instead of offering incense and praying like other scattered pilgrims, we took out a few dishes of snack tributes from the top of the food box, explained them briefly with the temple blessings, then placed them on the altar table, and put them on the table. Jug of wine.

Afterwards, Ji Yuan only bowed his hands to the statue of the City God, and then exited the main hall and went to one of the side halls of the Temple of the City God.

There were clay statues of gods sitting in this side hall. In front of the statues, there was also a sign indicating which division chief officer they were. However, Ji Yuan didn’t need to read the words, he just looked for them one by one based on his feeling, and finally stopped in front of the clay statue of Judge Wen. .

If one were to say which official of the City God’s Yin Division was the most amiable and the most talkative, in most cases it would be the literary judge.

There are a lot fewer pilgrims in the side hall, and even on this rainy day, there are none, and it sounds like there is no one nearby.

Ji Yuan quickly handed out the remaining food tributes in the food box and placed them on the small altar in front of the statue. Then he put down two small wine glasses, took out the wine jug and poured two glasses.

After doing all this, Ji Yuancai faced the statue of Wenjuan and raised his hands. He used a slight movement of magic power and the aftertaste of the sound of the word "Edict" to lower his voice and spoke.

"I respectfully invite Judge Si Wen, the City God of Juntianfu, to appear!"

In the underworld, the civil judge who was reviewing the document suddenly heard bursts of Taoist sounds, which were extremely clear to his ears. However, the military judge and other little devil servants next to him were unaware of it and immediately knew that someone was doing it. invite.