Because of the help of Mr. Lu Da, who has a reputation for stealing letters and pretending to be dirty, even though the terrain is steep and the rocks are protruding.

Fusi in Beizhen still set up camp, standing firmly, with bonfires scattered to disperse the chilly night, and guarding the large tent with thousands of households' flags hanging in the center.

Li Yan held the knife in both hands and leaned against the frost-covered rock, constantly circulating his energy and blood to ensure warmth, closing his eyes and taking a nap.

He learned this skill from the adults of his own family. He practiced his kung fu while walking, sitting or lying down, and developed good habits to become natural.

In this way, a drop of water can penetrate a stone, and over time, you can accumulate some foundation.

"Old Li, people's talents are different. Sometimes even if you work a hundred times harder, it's hard to bridge the gap caused by origin and qualifications." Pei Tu, wearing a bullfight uniform, approached the bonfire and warmed his hands. "Don't look at it.

Lord Qianhu, as a military householder in Liaodong, sat in the seat of Qianhu, Fusi, North Town, and felt that hard work and perseverance were useful. What kind of talent does our Lord have? All the Buddhist masters of the six true traditions are competing to gain admission.

How can ordinary people compare."

Li Yan remained unmoved and said in a deep voice:

"Pei Silang, don't try to spoil my desire to practice martial arts.

Do you think I practice hard because I want to become a young genius like Senhu-sama?

You must know that Liaodong is not as good as Tianjing. It is the place where the border generals take root and the green forest tyrants occupy the territory.

If you don't have some strong skills at hand, you may not be able to stand up.

No matter how good you are, Pei Silang, no matter how good you are at dancing, no matter how many good friends you make, you are useless in the white mountains and black waters!

Eventually we have to go back to our fists and feet!"

Pei Tu's expression changed slightly, as if he didn't expect Li Yan, a boring gourd, to think so far ahead.

At this time, Tong Guan, who had returned from night patrol, sat beside the fire and echoed:

"Li Xiaoqi said it right. As subordinates, we must know how to share our worries with our superiors so that we can be useful and give full play to our strengths.

To put it bluntly, even if you keep a dog and eat and drink for free all day long, sooner or later the owner will kick it out of the house.

If you can't bite or bark, how can you let your master know that you are a good dog?"

Pei Tu's face trembled, and he suddenly looked ugly. He shook his head and said, "Tong Xiaoqi, your words... are really hard to hear!" Tong Guan lowered his head and smiled, his brows showing coldness as he said:

"That's just the fact. We can't be towering trees that shield people from the wind and rain, so we have to adjust our positions.

Pei Xiaoqi is a kid from a rich family and has never experienced hardship, so he can't let go of his arrogance.

But we just want to have a full meal and be appreciated by thousands of families so that we can have an official status, so we should be embarrassed."

Li Yan raised his eyelids, perhaps because of the friendship between colleagues who have worked together for a long time, and rarely reminded:

"Pei Silang, don't let your guard down just because you are the first to follow your lord.

Haven't you noticed? There are more and more talented people around Mr. Qianhu.

Those gangsters in the word-stealing sect, such as Zhang Qishan, Lei Gandang, and Mr. Lu Da who can summon ghosts and gods, all have unique skills.

By the time we get to Liaodong, you won't be of much use, and sooner or later these people will step on you."

Pei Tu's heart skipped a beat, he put away his casual expression, and quickly raised his hands and said:

"Thank you Brother Li, Brother Tong for your advice, I just slacked off.

We all came from Beizhen Fusi, and we are the confidants personally promoted by Lord Qianhu. How could we be suppressed by a group of low-life people?

No matter how powerful the word-stealing sect is, they can only show their strength for a while. If you want to suppress the border generals in Liaodong, it depends on your methods."

Seeing that Pei Tu listened to the advice, Li Yan stopped talking and looked at each other with Tong Guan. They knew each other well and had a tacit understanding.

In the past, Ji Yuan was only a hundred households and could not be considered a powerful real backer, so he did not need to be taken so seriously.

Now he is a member of a thousand households, patrolling the land, and holding the power of life and death. And he is still so young, and is highly regarded by the East Palace. His future future is limitless.

If you want to be a capable person in this mountain, just below the masters of Qianhu, you will naturally have to risk your life and work hard.

Otherwise, as Tong Guan said, he will inevitably become a stray dog.

The three small flag newspaper groups in Fusi, Beizhen, kept warm and discussed their future. The Pirate Gate was also busy.

In a large thick cloth tent coated with tung oil to protect against wind and cold, Zhang Qishan was sitting in a wheelchair, coughing twice from time to time, looking very sick.

He lowered his eyes, looked at Mr. Lu Da who was pretending to be dirty, and said calmly:

"I hope I won't hear anyone talking about Ji Qianhu being the master of the family in the future.

If those noises reach me, they may fall into the ears of Ji Qianhu."

Zhang Qishan looked kind-hearted, without any intention of blaming him, but the three evil spirits growing in his body were like shadows cast by oil lamps on the curtain.

It's like a hungry, domesticated beast, ready to break free from its master's iron hoop at any moment and pounce to gnaw its flesh and blood.

This cold aura shrouded down, making several people in the big tent feel uncomfortable, as if needlepoints were irritating the skin and flesh, and layers of dense pimples appeared.

"I will remember the Buddha's teachings and will not dare to do it again in the future." Mr. Lu Da, who was proud and arrogant, also said softly:

"I didn't know before that Ji Qianhu was actually a descendant of Feng Shui, which was indeed a bit offensive.

This is my fault. Please give me another chance and forgive me."

Zhang Qishan narrowed his eyes, revealing a narrow and narrow gaze, as if he was thinking.

After a moment, he smiled and said:

"Uncle Lu is joking, you are a veteran of the Yin Sect, and a highly respected senior in the word-stealing sect, how can I blame you?

All previous sins have been wiped out and no more will occur in the future.

I swore to the ancestors of the Zhang family in the ancestral hall that no matter whether they are dead or alive, good or bad, the blood curse will end with my generation.

Ji Qianhu promised to change my life, and he indeed has this ability.

Therefore, as long as the four factions of the Pirate Sect respect my Zhang family, they must listen to the orders of this Qianhu."

Mr. Lu Da nodded repeatedly to express his agreement, as did Lei Gandang, who belonged to the gold-touching group.

The head of the Bo Ling branch was once very dissatisfied with Zhang Qishan for handing over the word-stealing sect to a court official, and wanted to collude with outsiders. Then...

He died violently at home the next day, and his death was tragic.

At that time, people in the various sects of the word-stealing sect had a profound understanding.

This sickly-looking Zhang Dafo is not the clay Bodhisattva enshrined in the temple, and he doesn't have any anger at all.

Beside the mountain road in the middle of the night, two groups of people on a mountaintop gathered their strength together, hoping to gain more appreciation from the young Qianhu.

There were piles of bonfires, the heat emitted gradually extinguished, and the entire camp seemed to be swallowed up by the thick night.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from heaven and earth!

It's like a strong bow being pulled, and the sinews and strings collapse. Bang!

If a thunder explodes, it will send out large white air waves!

The extremely dazzling light rose up, vaguely condensed into the shape of a dragon, and looked up to the sky and roared!

Such a change immediately alarmed everyone!

Li Yan, Pei Tu, and Tong Guan were startled, and they all looked up.

Toward the camp in the middle is where Ji Yuan rested.

Zhang Qishan practiced the method of cultivating evil spirits, and the three fierce and evil evil thoughts in his body were actually dispersed by the sound wave that shook the world.

He held the wheelchair with both hands and seemed extremely surprised. He suddenly stood up straight and was about to open the tent door!

"Lord Buddha..."

"Master, you..."

Mr. Lu Da and Lei Gan looked at each other with doubts in their eyes and hesitated to speak.

"Hey, when did my old problem of not being able to do things get better?"

Zhang Qishan seemed to have reacted, coughing twice and pretending to be surprised.

"There seems to be some movement over at Qianhu? Why don't you go over and take a look!"
Chapter completed!