Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 252: 10 Years of Misty Rain

The jujube trees in the courtyard move with the wind, and the rustling sound among the branches and leaves is very rhythmic. This rhythm seems to match the writing rhythm of Ji Yuan, and there is also a distinction between the heavy and the heavy in the ravines.

In the previous exchange with the old beggar, Ji Yuan did take the opportunity to chat with him about a lot of trivial matters in the world. What he said from the old beggar's perspective was very different from others.

The old beggar travels thousands of mountains and rivers, looking for certain patterns from the evil spirits and fairy currents he encounters, and the natural and man-made disasters he encounters, and judges the differences in Qi in various places, and uses the old beggar's feelings to speak out. Chaos and non-chaos, tranquility and restlessness are also beneficial to Ji Yuan, so that he can understand the so-called partial trend of the world.

There are very few immortals like Yuhuai Mountain who don’t like to walk around in the human world. Monsters like Old Dragon are even less likely to have this kind of experience. There are only those like the old beggar who like to play with the world or roll around in the world of mortals to practice. High talent is abundant.

So it’s no wonder that the old beggar complained after he left Ning’an County that Ji Yuan was deliberately trying to get around him. In fact, this was not because Ji Yuan was deliberately getting around him. In fact, a large part of the reason was that Ji Yuan originally wanted to get around him. Listen to these.

Writing is not only a process of Ji Yuan's deduction of his own Taoism, but also a process of meditation. While writing in a nonchalant manner, he is also thinking about the previous events, especially the initial incident about Monk Huitong and Yunzhou.

Monk Huitong has always had nothing going on. It may be that there is nothing wrong with Tingliang Kingdom and Tianbao Kingdom, or it may be just good luck. It is not ruled out that he was surprised when the demons were eliminated in a water and land ceremony.

Thinking about the worst, the old dragon's killing spree in anger and the subsequent water and land ceremony seemed to be a bit of a shock, but everything has two sides. From another perspective, it is to knock the mountain to shock the tiger.

In this situation where you suddenly feel that the situation in Yunzhou may change but you can't figure it out, it is of course more appropriate to knock the mountain to shake the tiger.

Although there is no way to explain it to others, Ji Yuan is more inclined to infer that something will happen to Yunzhou sooner or later. In terms of time, this incident will naturally not constitute the so-called catastrophe of heaven and earth, but it will definitely become a major disaster hundreds or thousands of years later. partial impact.

Instead of all the chaos, it is best to have the opportunity to stabilize a basic market first. Even if it is just Yunzhou, Ji Yuan has opened up the situation in Dazhen, and other directions are still dark.

There are only a few mature chess pieces. Although the chessboard is large, there are not many suitable placement positions.

This is different from the normal chessboard placement. It is not possible to fill in the empty space. It also depends on chance, or in other words, fairy houses, monsters, demons, ghosts. Every situation is affected by a piece of chess. The piece in the fate hand must fall into the key hand, and the weight or quantity of the piece dropped must account for one of the two.

‘I feel so exhausted mentally and physically that I can only take one step at a time! ’

Ji Yuan sighed and just stopped writing. Unknowingly, while thinking, he wrote densely packed small characters on a piece of rice paper, which amounted to thousands of words.

This made Ji Yuan stunned for a while as he reacted, feeling like he was confused about what I just wrote.

Putting the pen on the pen holder, Ji Yuan picked up the rice paper, blew on the ink, and held it in front of his eyes for a closer look. Since the true meaning of his handwriting was not lost, no matter how small the words were, they would not be unclear. troubles.

And because it was deduced by my own mind at the moment of wandering, as I continued to read, some wonderful divine thoughts also appeared in my heart, which were some difficult points in the universe in my sleeves.

The more he looked at it, the more his smile became more prominent, and his expression showed a look of surprise.

"A stroke of genius, hahahahahahaha...it's really a stroke of genius!"

After reading a page of fine print, Ji Yuan's slightly gloomy mood before was swept away, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The so-called article is made by nature and can be obtained by chance. It is also applicable to the deduction of magical powers at the moment of Jiyuan.

Perhaps during the unconscious deduction, I couldn't help but think of the involvement of momentum, and perhaps it also extended to the magical effect of the claws in Yunfa's sleeves when Lao Long caught the monk before. In short, these thousands of words contain the true meaning. Words are an important breakthrough in the art of Ji Yuan and attacking the Qiankun in the sleeves.

This makes Ji Yuan even more happy than when he turned the real fire of Samadhi from virtual to real, because this is really a wonderful method that he deduced by himself without using tricks or relying on external forces. Although the breakthrough is just the beginning, Then I have a clue.

At this moment, residents of Tianniu Fang nearby who were busy at home could hear Ji Yuan's hearty laughter.

"Who is laughing so happily?"

A country woman asked in confusion, and the old man weaving a basket next to her made a guess.

"It seems to be Mr. Ji's voice."

"Oh, this is rare. I have never heard Mr. Ji speak loudly."

"Maybe I finally found my mother-in-law!"

"Ah!? No way..."

The old man looked at his daughter who was still unable to get married.

"Is it possible that you still have bad thoughts about Mr. Ji?"

The country woman just smiled awkwardly and defended herself in a low voice.

"I don't even dare to look at Mr. Ji's..."

"It's good to know, don't be a lazy toad and want to eat swan meat!"

“.…”……

Yin Zhaoxian was extremely busy because Wanzhou was full of waste, and he even called Yin Qing, who had just completed the examination in Jizhou, back to Wanzhou to help with various things.

Compared with Yin's mother who still regards Yin Qing as a child, in Yin Zhaoxian's eyes, the eldest son, who has already received the gift of a weak crown, is already a talented person who can stand on his own. He was also deeply impressed by the help provided to clean up Wanzhou's officialdom last time. .

The Yin family is often too busy to take care of others, so they naturally don't come to Ji Yuan. Lao Long spends a lot of time napping, and his sleeping skills are only better than Ji Yuan's. The monks of Yuhuai Mountain also spend their time in the mountains. Time passed quickly, and not many others would come or dare to disturb Ji Yuan.

There was no other unfavorable news during the period. Under such circumstances, until the spring of Dinghai year, Ji Yuan practiced quietly at home and deduced carefully, and nearly a year passed before he knew it.

At the beginning of April, the tranquility of Ju'an Xiaoge was finally broken again.

In the early morning of this day, Ji Yuan woke up from his sleep. When he was looking through the jade slips in the courtyard, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching Ju'an Pavilion in the alley of Tianniu Fang outside.

"Are you sure Mr. Ji is here?"

A man with a slightly aged look once again asked an old man in the street, and the latter answered with a smile.

"Although Mr. Ji rarely goes out, he must be there. If he is really not there, most of the courtyard door of the small pavilion will be locked. You see, the courtyard door is unlocked."

The man with a vicissitudes of life expression also showed joy, and he raised his hands to the old man to thank him.

"Thank you, my father-in-law, for leading the way. This is my thanks..."

"Hey, you young man, we are fellow villagers in Mr. Ji's hometown. You said it's his old friend and I should bring you here. It's just a matter of showing you the way home. How can I see you after I take your money? Mr. Ji?"

The old man muttered, turned around and left.

The man looked at the direction in which the old man left, and then looked at the Ju'an Pavilion not far away, a dozen feet away. He could see the leafy jujube tree in the courtyard. He had been here before, for many years. Before arriving, I had even forgotten the road.

When the man walked to the door of the small pavilion, Ji Yuan in the courtyard had already put down the jade slip and used the blind trick to turn it into an ordinary bamboo slip.

"Master Lu, push the door open and come in. The door is not bolted."

A calm and upright voice came from inside, causing the man who was about to knock on the door to stop.

The man felt a little excited and his heartbeat accelerated slightly. After hesitating for a moment, the man opened the door.

When entering Ju'an Pavilion, the first thing he saw was Ji Yuan sitting in front of the stone table under the jujube tree, wearing a green shirt, a hosta, and a bamboo slip, staring at him with half-open eyes.

There seems to be some difference between Mr. Ji like this and the Mr. Ji in his memory, but he feels that this is how it should be.

The man was stunned for a moment, then quickly put down what he was holding and bowed

"Mr. Ji, come to visit in the wind..."

He raised his head to look at Ji Yuan again and said with obvious excitement.

"Mr. Ji, you haven't changed at all over the years!"

Ji Yuan looked at the visitor. Compared with the handsome and gentleman-like young knight, Lu Chengfeng looked much more weathered. He didn't know what hardships he had experienced in these years.

There was no weapon on him, and a pair of calloused hands lifted what he had brought from the ground. It was just a jar of wine with a "Tu Su" piece of paper on it.

Ji Yuanfa opened his eyes and looked at Lu Chengfeng's aura at this time. He was almost without the high-spiritedness of the past. He was obviously only in his thirties, but he already showed signs of twilight. He couldn't help but sigh and spoke.

"Ten years of mist and rain on the rivers and lakes, half of the business has been wiped out. Mr. Lu, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, right? Please come and sit."

Lu Chengfeng felt a little dazed as he listened. After a moment, he turned around, closed the courtyard door, and walked into the courtyard with it.

"I heard that Mr. likes wine... so I brought this jar of wine over. It's not some fine wine, it's just something my father brewed before he was alive."

As Lu Chengfeng spoke, he put the wine on the table, and there was silence for more than ten breaths. Ji Yuan did not speak or get up. He sat on the side and touched the bamboo slips carefully.

"Mr. Ji, do you still remember the original nine of us?"

Lu Chengfeng suddenly asked this question. Ji Yuan still touched the bamboo slips and spoke out the names one by one.

"Yan Fei, Lu Chengfeng, Luo Ningshuang, Du Heng, Wang Ke, Zhao Long, Lan Xiangning, Bao Dong, Dong Bicheng, Ji will always remember your voices."

Lu Chengfeng was a little dazed again, as if he had just remembered that Mr. Ji was blind.

"Mr. Ji has a good memory, but I don't remember everything..."