"What's wrong, brother?" Seeing that the brother was staring at him, Xiaoxiao felt embarrassed.

"A girl has changed so much, and Ah Mei is getting more and more beautiful. After a few days, my brother will definitely find a good husband for you." Chang Jin laughed silently. Being able to look at her energy must be the magical powers she possesses in practicing the "Visualization Sutra".

Wait, look at him? Chang Jin keenly felt that he had caught something. Unfortunately, this thought flashed through and disappeared into his mind.

After nearly twenty days of busyness, he finally finished copying several books.

After breakfast, Chang Jin wrapped the booklet and walked out of the house on his back.

In the farmland outside the village, many farmers were busy plowing and farming. Seeing the busy people, Chang Jin stood in amazement on the dirt road beside the ground. He saw these people, like their sister, with a grayish-white breath above their heads, with a thick, thin, strong and weak breath.

What's going on? He walked towards Qingshan Town, and kept observing carefully on the road, and found that one of the people had a faint red color in the white air above his head. This was the third time he saw red color. Although it was very weak, it was obviously different from others.

In terms of the thickness of the red airflow, the Nirvana Palace that was as thick as a finger rose more than three feet high, and the wind was blowing but not slanted. The second was the weasel, which was about as thick as three fragrant pieces.

The most timely one is the farmer in front of me, only a trace of it.

This breath should be available to everyone. Chang Jin's horror gradually subsided, and the word that came to mind before the meal came out again.

Look at Qi!! This magical power should be called the art of looking at Qi on Earth. The popularity that emerges from the heads of the people is like the red aura on their heads, represents a person's luck and can even determine the level of future achievements.

Just a scholar, he has a red fortune. I don’t know what kind of luck is those who are officials and those who practice? Chang Jin suddenly had many thoughts in his mind, and recalled that he had read many similar records from books in his previous life.

For example, Emperor Wen of Wei Cao Pi was born, "When the emperor was born, there was a cloud of clouds and a circle like a veil on it. All day long, those who look at the energy thought it was the most precious

It is not the aura of a minister."

Sima Rui's birth is more straightforward - "With the divine light, the whole room is clear."

This is indeed popularity. Being strong and weak in popularity should represent a person's talent and luck, etc., which also determines the other party's future achievements.

There was a red aura above my head, which should have been brought by a magic pen at first, and then gradually increased with my practice.

"When time comes, the world and the world work together, and heroes are not free from luck." Chang Jin remembered a famous saying in history, and it turned out that this sentence was about luck.

Obviously, luck in luck is not static. As the realm increases, it naturally increases and changes. The same should be true for ordinary people. If you are by chance, you can naturally break through your own luck and fate.

For example, Jiang Yan, who had a dream brush, suddenly disappeared because the magic brush in his mind, and his luck greatly reduced and his thoughts were no longer there.

Or maybe someone suddenly bought a lottery and won millions, which is probably due to luck.

When the human immortal turns to observe Yin Fire, and when the human immortal turns to check the luck of the human immortal, I don’t know what kind of magical power it will be if it enters the third transformation of the human immortal.

Chang Jin kept guessing in his heart and walked forward.

When he entered the city, Chang Jin was also observing the luck of pedestrians on the street. He found that most of them were white air, and some even gray air were very weak. Most of these people were suffering from diseases and could die at any time.

Well...what is that?

Walking along the street toward the city for more than half a mile, Chang Jin hurriedly stopped and looked up in the distance.

I saw a red mist swelling over a courtyard in the distance, like a large seal covering it above. At the same time, there were still a stream of air flow around it, adding a bit of majesty to this seal.

A few dozen feet apart, Chang Jin could also feel the pressure carried by the airflow, which made him feel like he wanted to bow.

With confusion, he stopped a young man passing by: "Little brother, who is that place?"

The other party looked at him in confusion and answered: "Look clearly, that's the Tongqu County Government!"

"Oh, oh, it's the county government, I know." Chang Jin let go of his hand awkwardly. He naturally knew that this place was the county government, but he was just pretending to be in his mind, and he was confused for a moment.

The red seal above the county government should be the fortune of Tongqu County. It is connected with the fortune of the people under its rule. The gray and white breath belongs to the people of Tongqu County, which is the foundation of this land. The fortune of a county is naturally extremely powerful, no wonder I feel uncomfortable.

In this way, the county magistrate should have received this kind of luck. Why do ordinary people feel that they are very small when they see officials and cannot even speak in a vain way? It should be the reason why the official's luck is affected. Chang Jin looked at it and sighed, retracted his spiritual consciousness and turned away from the direction of the county government.

When he approached Mingyang Academy, his feelings also changed. He could clearly see the red air above the academy soaring into the sky. Although it was not as thick as the county government, the color was pure and condensing but not dispersed, which made people suddenly feel a glorious in their hearts.

I remember that in the temple, Bai Susu also said that he had cultivated a mighty spirit and wrote a brilliant mind. It seems that Confucian scholars read poetry and books, cultivated their own character, and when they read it clearly, they would naturally cultivate great fortune. I remember that Bai Susu also said that if this fortune is strong enough to a certain state, ghosts and gods will be able to avoid it, and ordinary demons cannot be close to each other.

After thinking about this, Chang Jin remembered Wang Shouren on Earth. He was a master of Lu Wang's mind. He was proficient in the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and was able to command military battles. He was a rare all-round scholar in history.

It is said that once he went out to study and stayed in a dilapidated temple overnight. A ghost appeared in the middle of the night, which scared Wang Shouren. Shouren stood up with his sword and roared and chanted a poem. Before he could finish reading a poem, he actually scattered the ghost.

Now that I think about it, Chang Jin is envious, and I don’t know when he will be able to cultivate the Haoran energy to such a state.

While thinking, he suddenly felt dizzy in his head and Venus appeared in front of him.

Chang Jin hurried to the tea stall on the side of the road and asked for a bowl of tea to carefully savor it. After a stick of incense, his spirit gradually recovered.

After exploring his own situation, he understood in his heart. This method of looking at the qi consumes spiritual consciousness and cannot be used one after another, otherwise it will hurt himself.

After entering the academy, I handed over the copy of the book I wrote the last time. After the Master checked it, he immediately distributed it to Chang Jin for hundreds of cents of silver. With so much money,

He planned to buy some white flour, and the remaining money would buy jewelry for his sister. The little girl grew up so big that she had never brought jewelry.

More than ten days passed in a flash. The little chicken crowed that day and was busy getting up, and then called my brother to have dinner.

However, the little girl was obviously not in high spirits. When Chang Jin left the house after dinner, she was held back: "Brother, I feel uneasy no matter how I think. Otherwise, you ask Mr. Liu for a favor. We can use more money to avoid this service. If it doesn't work, I will give Liu Zhisheng..."

"What are you talking about?" Chang Jin glared and scolded.

Xiaoxiao was startled by his voice and stopped quickly.

"Don't worry, my brother will definitely return safely." Chang Jin pressed the sword and replied easily. Now he has entered the second turn of the Human Immortal. It may be difficult to kill the white-headed tiger demon, so there is absolutely no problem in protecting himself.

He did not let the little girl see you off, but walked out of the village alone. Villagers greeted each other from time to time on the road, but most of them looked at Chang Jin and were obviously not optimistic about this time hunting tigers.

Chang Jin didn't care about other people's thoughts and stepped on the morning sun and headed straight for Qingshan Town.

When he walked into the intersection of Qingshan Town, he accidentally turned his head and looked at the River God Temple in the distance, with a look of surprise on his face.

I saw that the red air above the River God Temple was like a pillar. From the appearance alone, it was even stronger than the above Mingyang Academy. However, after closer inspection, I could find that the red air was mixed with a slight black mist, which looked like an evil ghost, and was obviously not a serious thing.

Qingshan Town is not big, with only two vertical, two horizontal and four tic-shaped streets. Liu's house is located in the center of the town. This area is remote, and no one else has arrived except for the merchants who purchased fur from other places, so the town is not prosperous.

Chang Jin had no intention of appreciating the scenery on both sides of the street, so he went to Liu's house to report that he had first met Liu Zhisheng. This man had triangular eyes and a treacherous look on his face. He knew at a glance that he was not a good bird.

"Are you Chang Jin?" While Chang Jin was looking at the other party, Liu Zhisheng also looked up and down with his eyes hanging. He suddenly realized that he didn't know much about this young man. He used to hear Wang Mazi's words, the other party should be a poor scholar.

But when he saw this person standing in the courtyard, his eyebrows were sharp and calm, and his elegance with him could not be concealed at all. He was not like a poor and stupid person who reads books and is not as sad as a fool.

"Report to Mr. Liu, I am Chang Jin." He answered neither humble nor arrogantly.

"Okay, you must be very brave if you dare to join the Tigers. I won't say much now, I will just wait for you to celebrate when you return in triumph..." Liu Zhisheng did not intend to talk too much, and let the other party leave without a smile.

After leaving Liu's house, Chang Jin saw that it was not early, so he simply walked into a tavern on the side of the road. Ordered a plate of cooked beef and asked for a bowl of turbid wine to drink slowly.

I originally thought that Liu Zhisheng would give him a warning when he met just now, but I didn't know that the other party didn't say much. The more this happened, the more certain he felt that the other party was going to plot against him in the mountains.

In this world, winemaking technology is not developed and has not been specially filtered, so the wine looks a little turbid. As the big bowl sways, many wine lees float and sink. Bai Juyi's poem "Green ant fresh wine, small red mud stove." refers to this kind of wine.

When I was used to drinking strong wine in my previous life, Chang Jin felt that this rice wine was as sour as water and it was difficult to taste. He was wondering if he would find an opportunity to get the distilled soju recipe and sell it to a restaurant for a few taels of silver. However, this is something to consider in the future. Now I will read the difficulties first.

After taking a few sips, Chang Jin put down the big bowl in disappointment and picked up a slice of cooked beef with chopsticks.

This tastes good and is just savoring it. Chang Jin's heart moved and turned his head to see a few thugs laughing and entering the store, walking straight towards the table where he was.

He frowned slightly, knowing that the disaster was coming.
Chapter completed!