"Damn Ji Jiulang! He said he was the only one in the family, and now an old monk appears!"

Yang Ping'er stepped into the puddle, and the turbid filth overflowed her embroidered shoes, staining her white socks black.

The thought of the smelly dirty water soaking into her jade-like skin made her go crazy.

It was like a bug had crawled into my collar, and I had an unbearable nauseating feeling!

"Liaodong mud-legged guy has no manners and is really rude!"

Yang Ping'er glared hard at the wooden door that she pushed open, her face was still very dedicated with a hint of grievance, and she hid her face and left.

During this period, I didn't even look at the sloppy old monk who suddenly came out.

The latter held a broken alms bowl, clasped his hands together and said:

"How come such a female donor is deaf? It's really a pity."

Ji Yuan in the yard was speechless and said:

"They just don't want to talk to you, Master.

In these days, if you seek money through alchemy, you may be dressed in white clothes, looking pure and handsome;

Either they cheer in front of them or support them in the back, they are like immortals.

When you go out without a clean outfit or a good reputation,

Who knows if you are a fake monk or a real master!"

The killing monk seemed to be suddenly enlightened and nodded repeatedly:

"People depend on their clothes, and Buddha depends on their golden clothing. This is the truth.

My dear disciple, you really have deep wisdom, why don’t you become a disciple today?

I just want to give my master a monk's robe as a congratulatory gift."

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:

"I think it is not a good day to open the door to disaster today. I will do it next time, Master.

As for the monk's robes, I will find a tailor shop to order some of them later."

Anyway, the old monk is a wild fox Zen and doesn't have to abide by the temple's rules.

Change to Xuankong Temple, Huangjue Temple, and wear cassocks of what color.

There are corresponding requirements, which cannot be exceeded casually.

"I went out to beg for help for my teacher."

The killing monk was rejected again, but he was not upset.

He happily stepped on the potholed road, letting mud and water pour on his straw shoes.

"The case of Bai Gu Dao has not yet been investigated, and the Duke's Office is coming to trouble me again."

After closing the courtyard door, Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes. After returning from the Xishan paddock, he had not lived a quiet life for a few days.

"Could it be that several encounters in a row have exhausted all the virtues and caused future troubles?"

My mind sank slightly, within the Emperor Tian Dao Diagram.

Among the ten destiny stars, only [Yin De] appears dim.

The rest are all interlaced with green and white, shining brightly.

"There are gains and losses. That red fruit, more than four thousand points of white Tao Yun, and a three-yin demon-slaying sword...

It's already great luck to get these, I can't ask for more."

Ji Yuan suppressed any unnecessary thoughts and turned his attention back to martial arts practice.

"I don't know if Li Yan and Pei Tu will gain anything. If they can't catch Lan Hong's tricks, they will have no choice but to take the next step."

He is 50% sure that there must be something strange in Yujiazhuang, Wannian County, and it is impossible to say that it is the home of the Bone Path.

But conclusive evidence is needed, otherwise no one can be arrested and the case cannot be settled.

Moreover, Ji Yuan learned from Pei Tu that Yujiazhuang had a good background.

The older generation of village owners once followed the saints to conquer the world and became the commander-in-chief of the guard army.

Later, he was disarmed and returned to his fields, received a large reward, and settled down in Wannian County, becoming the leading wealthy family in the area.

It's just that the descendants are useless, two generations in a row died young, and now only orphans and widowed mothers are left to guard such a large family business.

Instead, a housekeeper who has not left his humble status is allowed to hold the power and become powerful.

"Lan Hong can't move easily! But three days should be enough!"

Ji Yuan exhaled a breath of white air. The man stood upright and motionless like a big gun.

The dragon's roar and the tiger's roar within the body are like water and fire, intertwining with each other.

It drives the viscous blood gas, like mercury rolling, making a gurgling sound.

The heart pulse is established, and every beat seems heavy and powerful.

It's like a big pump, working hard to wash away the limbs and bones.

Wash away waste blood and expel impurities.

…

…

Two days passed by in a flash.

Ji Yuan was neither impatient nor impatient, recharging his energy and sitting at home.

Constantly polish your own inner energy and blood, and gradually adapt to the unparalleled power of [Qiu Rib Rib].

At noon, he held three sticks of incense, faced the memorial tablet in the main room, and bowed gently three times.

The smoke was lingering, obscuring the mottled writing on it: "The position of the official of one hundred households in Fusi, Beizhen, the Duke of Ji became the ancestor."

"Although I am not from this world, I am favored by my parents.

Both emotion and reason should be offered with a stick of incense."

Ji Yuan had a thought in his mind and stroked the dark wooden box enshrined under the tablet.

Open the lid and a cold light suddenly comes on.

It is a long and narrow embroidered spring knife with an inscription on it.

Put your five fingers together and pick it up with your right hand,

Hold it horizontally in front of your chest and flick the blade lightly with your fingers.

Buzz!

Stunning spirit!

It's like a rippling stream of cold autumn water.

"A great weapon that kills people without blood!"

Ji Yuan praised.

His previous weapon, when he fought with Song Yunsheng in the Xishan paddock, was blunted by the ghost phosphorus corpse soul energy and turned into scrap metal.

Nowadays, if we want to capture the remnants of the Jianghu, we naturally need a good knife!

"Xiu Yi Chun stands in the sky, so it is named Xiu Chun Dao.

The best sharp weapon given by the sage, it can cut iron like clay and blow hair like hair.

The two layers of armor made by Shen Tie can be cut open..."

Feeling the sharp edge, Ji Yuan showed a look of satisfaction on his face.

It should be noted that the weapons in the world are divided into five levels.

Any iron, sharp weapon, spiritual weapon, magic weapon, Taoist weapon.

The latter two are things held by immortals and Buddhas, and there may not be many of them in this world.

"The embroidered spring knives used by ordinary households are all made of fine iron.

Only by making great achievements can you receive blessings from saints and sharp weapons."

Ji Yuan sheathed the sword and put it on his waist, thinking:

"Several lives of the Ji family in Liaodong were only exchanged for this knife and a flying fish suit.

I don’t know if it’s expensive or cheap.”

He strode out of the house and looked at Pei Tu and Li Yan who had already arrived.

The two clasped their fists and said:

"Brother Ninth."
To be continued...