"The energy and blood are overflowing, the true power is condensed, the thoughts are crystal clear, and the mind is clear... Every step of the civil and military way. Since I meditated on refining the gods, the body feeds back the spirit, the soul nourishes the flesh and blood, and the skill is getting better and better. There is no need to polish it hard. It is also a

Get stronger every day!”

Ji Yuan wore a navy blue military robe and stood on a high pavilion.

He didn't think of himself as an outsider these days. All the food, drinks and expenses for Yunying Bullfighting in Beizhen Fusi were paid from Huanhua Sword Pond.

I also read through all the kendo classics and Confucian techniques of the ancestors of the past generations. I feel that it is of great benefit and I have gained a lot.

It's a pity that this old boy Xie Mingliu is as cunning as a ghost and has been hiding from him.

Apparently he had made up his mind to wait until other companies gathered in Jingzhou before he would step forward to take charge of the overall situation.

"Come on, come on, I just think it's not lively enough."

Ji Yuan leaned on the railing and looked into the distance, his clothes flying in the air.

Kick kick! Kick kick!

Tong Guan stepped on the wooden ladder with strong steps and led one of his parents, Guan Meng Fenglai, who was wearing red official robes, upstairs.

"Qianhu, Master Meng, the Lord of Jingzhou, has arrived."

Before Ji Yuan could turn around, Meng Fenglai stepped forward, held his hands respectfully and said:

"The official has met Ji Qianhu."

The majestic lord of a state calls himself "lower official" when facing Ji Yuan, who is in the fifth rank.

It has to be said that Mr. Meng kept his attitude very low.

In terms of rank or real power, the head of a state may be slightly better than the thousand households of Fusi in Beizhen.

"Mr. Meng, Ji, I am not as good as me in terms of age, seniority, official position, how can I be qualified to be an official?"

Ji Yuan smiled and said.

"Ji Qianhu has the authority of the emperor and has the power to patrol and hunt.

Jingzhou is the gateway to Liaodong, and as the lower official is the parent official of this place, he is naturally subject to the supervision of thousands of households, so he should be a head shorter."

Meng Fenglai bowed slightly and said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Since Mr. Meng said this, Ji will accept it."

Ji Yuan stretched out his hand and patted the railing gently, and said in a calm tone:

"Mr. Meng, how about we stop chatting and get to the point?

You didn't come here on the first day, so you must have thought deeply about it for a long time.

Ji asked me boldly today: Mr. Meng has been an official for twenty years and has been guarding Jingzhou for eight years.

What do you think the color of the sky above Liaodong should be?"

Meng Fenglai was slightly surprised, as if he didn't expect the Qianhu master to be so cheerful.

He thought for a moment, carefully weighed his words and said:

“The majesty of God is unpredictable, and the color of the sky is also changeable.

Sometimes there are no clouds in the sky, sometimes it is covered by haze, sometimes it rains heavily... How can I judge unreasonably?"

Ji Yuan nodded slightly, but was not annoyed by this ambiguous and slick answer. Instead, he praised:

"God's will has been difficult to ask since ancient times. When does it change color? It's really difficult for ordinary people to tell clearly.

Before Ji left Beijing, he heard people say that the wind and snow in Liaodong were so severe that at its worst, thatched cottages collapsed and tens of thousands of people were killed at every turn.

So, my colleagues from Beizhen Fusi came over to advise me and asked me to change my job and choose another place to patrol.

But Ji was nostalgic for the past. When he was taken to Tianjing by his second uncle, he left Liaodong and thought about coming back sooner or later.

Emperor Dayan once said that if you don’t return wealth and honor to your hometown, you will be like walking in brocade at night.”

Meng Fenglai stood with his head bowed, his face could not be seen clearly, he just smiled and said:

"I almost forgot that Ji Qianhu was originally from Liaodong, and his father died for the country. He was a first-class loyalist!

Your Majesty has a soul in heaven. Seeing that your son has such great achievements and brings glory to our ancestors, he will surely be able to rest in peace."

Ji Yuan's movements of slapping the railing slowed down, and a coldness gradually appeared between his brows:

"I am telling Master Meng these words to let you know one thing.

Ji was not born to be a nobleman wearing scarlet and purple, nor did he enjoy a luxurious life with fine clothes, fine food, and plenty of servants.

The generals in the capital were so noble that they despised Ji as a "mud-legged man".

In fact, they were right. Before Ji put on this python-patterned official robe, he was indeed a soldier who had two feet in the mud and was crawling around.

My father served as a soldier in order to have enough food, and exchanged a dozen thieves' heads for merit, and then he got the position of Bei Ya Ti's secret agent.

I wanted to stand out and fight from the martial arts hall to the Xishan Paddock, and I was almost trampled to death by the righteous son of the country as if he were an ant."

Above the high pavilion, there seemed to be a fierce wind.

Meng Fenglai felt a chill in his mind, and his body felt cold for no apparent reason, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, as if he was being pricked by needles.

He looked up at the young Qianhu who was standing on the railing. His tall and straight posture contained high-spirited will, as if he was reaching up to the sky and down to the underworld.

In the dark, like a scorching sun across the sky, oppressing the mind, almost taking away the light of heaven and earth!

"The fourth level of heavenly power is accomplished!

The true meaning of martial arts is about to be condensed!"

Meng Fenglai's eyes suddenly shrank, as if he was looking directly into the sun, feeling a slight stinging sensation.

"Mr. Meng, Ji is different from those nobles who cherish their lives. When trouble comes, I am willing to take risks.

The wind and snow in Liaodong are too heavy to bend my waist!

Even if the sky collapses, I will be able to hold it up!"

Looking directly into Meng Fenglai's eyes, Ji Yuan said lightly:

"Where to go, I hope Mr. Meng has an idea in mind."

Meng Fenglai took a deep breath and his expression changed uncertainly.

He had been an official for many years, so he certainly understood the true meaning behind Ji Yuan's words.

Do you want to stand on your own side?

Ji Qianhu wanted to lay down his foundation in Jingzhou, slowly annex several prefectures in Liaodong, and have a good fight with Marquis Dingyang.

One is a local snake that covers the sky with one hand, and the other is a domineering dragon crossing the river.

The fierce struggle between the two sides also represents the overt and covert struggle between the central government and the local government.

"Ji Qianhu, lower official..."

Meng Fenglai's voice was hard and difficult to answer.

"Don't worry, I know that several forces in Baishan and Blackwater are waiting and watching.

After the Five Elements Alliance meeting is over, Mr. Meng will give you a confirmation letter.

Let’s see if this powerful dragon of mine can suppress the sky-swallowing python that occupies Liaodong!”

Ji Yuan waved his hand and interrupted.

He did not force Meng Feng, who was the Lord of Jingzhou, to make a decision. The Dingyanghou tree had deep roots and could not be easily toppled.

"However, Mr. Meng, you have to allocate a place to me. There are hundreds of people in Fusi, Beizhen. They can't all stay in the post house and consume Jingzhou's treasury."

Ji Yuan changed the subject and said with a smile.

"This is natural, I wonder what Qianhu sees in it?"

Seeing Ji Yuan being so considerate, Meng Fenglai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and quickly nodded in agreement.

"How about the Mangshan Mountains at the junction of Jingzhou? Allocate one third of it to my officials for farming and raising troops."

Ji Yuan looked at the Jingzhou City outside the Huanhua Sword Pond and covered it with his palms, as if covering the entire sky.

"Ji Qianhu may not know that Mangshan Mountain does not belong to Jingzhou, it is the land of Tanzhou."

Meng Feng's breath that had only slowed down suddenly rose up in an instant, and he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and replied.

"Is that so? Then starting from today, Mangshan will return to Jingzhou.

Consider it a great gift from me.

If Lord Tanzhou is not convinced, just let him come to seek misfortune on me."

With a wave of his hand, Ji Yuan settled this unreasonable and difficult matter as if it were a certainty.

Lord Tanzhou?

That was the place where Dong Jingtang, the brave general under Dingyanghou, raised his troops!

Meng Fenglai was shocked and knew something was wrong. This young Qianhu clearly wanted to drag Jingzhou out and use it as a target.
Chapter completed!