Lanke Chess Edge

In the process of gradually increasing the rain, Ji Yuan's blue shirt danced the sword, and the wide-sleeved robe not only failed to affect the agility of the sword, but instead made it elegant, neither too feminine nor too rigid.

As if there were no moves, no rigid movement, the falling raindrops seemed to be pulled by countless invisible threads, swaying with the sword during the flip, the body and the mind were in harmony, and the sword turned at will.

Every drop of rain is a sword, and every sword is turned into rain.

Maybe it was just a few breaths in the past, maybe there was enough time for a cup of tea. After the sword dance was over, he threw his sleeves and turned around and stood with his hands behind his back. At this moment, the rain beside him drew a circle as Ji Yuan turned around, forming a ring-shaped water wave ten feet wide under his feet, and then slowly melted into the rain on the ground.

And although the sword stopped, the falling rain would actively avoid Jiyuan and land at his feet along his side.

Ji Yuan looked at the Zuo family members in the hall.

"This is the divine will of Youlong. There are no tricks or styles. It can be integrated into the martial arts of the world. Whether you can comprehend it or how much you can comprehend is up to you."

After all, Ji Yuan came out of the rain, and when he stepped into the hall again, there was no watermark under his feet, and his clothes were also not wet.

Since this time I want to be this immortal master, I naturally have to do my best.

The Zuo family and Mr. Yan seemed to have not recovered from the mysterious sword dance of the immortals just now, and still stared blankly outside the hall, as if illusory figures were still dancing swords in the rain.

For a long time, Zuo Boran was the first to return to his senses, and then Zuo Youtian, Zuo Youxin and others also returned to their senses in turn. The two children kept staring at the rain, while the Zuo family did not speak, until the two children also After returning to his senses and snuggling up to his mother's side, the Zuo family and Mr. Yan dared to breathe.

Ji Yuan just sat at the table and drank tea, and even raised the teapot to refill himself. When the Zuo family finally recovered, he smiled at them.

Seeing that Old Man Yan was embarrassed, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Master Yan, you don't need to mind. You never stole anything from the Zuo family. I don't mind you watching. Who can have an opinion? Sit down and drink tea!"

"Mr. Xie allowed me to watch your sword dance."

Mr. Yan shyly cupped his hands and sat down in his chair. He hurriedly picked up the tea cup and took a sip. In fact, he knew better than the Zuo family about the weight of the immortal sword dancing.

Although Yan's shop has already sealed the special sword-casting furnace, it can be said that the old man has been casting swords for half his life, and naturally he has his own opinions on swordsmanship.

I can only sigh in my heart: 'The sword intent of the fairy is hard to find in the world! ’

Although the Zuo family members are now back to their senses, they are still savoring the scenes in the rain just now.

After leaning a little, the Zuo family stood in the hall, and under the leadership of Zuo Boran, they bowed at a 90-degree angle, and even the two children bowed with the help of their parents.

"Mr. Zuo's kindness will never be forgotten by the Zuo clan. I belong to the Zuo clan in Tianfu, and I wish to enshrine the immortal position of Mr. Zuo forever!"

Zuo Boran's still-spirited voice was both solemn and serious.

Ji Yuan was also happy to hear this, but he had no plans to make people worship at a shrine.

"Okay, it's over for you guys, but it's not over yet for me, I don't know if this Tianfu City God can speak well!"

Ji Yuan shook her head and smiled, since she said it, she naturally wanted to fulfill her promise.

In fact, it shouldn't be a big deal. After all, the Zuo family has his decree and decree preserved. After a long time, the soul is clear and bright, and it is even more difficult for any evildoer to emerge. No matter how much virtue is accumulated and more good deeds, there is a high probability of becoming a city **** after death. An officer candidate of the Ong Division.

Ji Yuan went to visit him politely. He didn't even need to see the City God. He only needed to see one of the judges and mentioned his relationship with the Zuo Clan. There was a high probability that the City God Yin Division of the Tianfu City would sell a favor to Ji Yuan.

It's not because of the principle of making them choose evil people. They are also good ghosts. They have a plan to endorse this immortal person. Why don't they sell a favor? of.

This is not a guess by Ji Yuan, but it is clearly written in the "Extraordinary Biography", and it is also the experience of Ji Yuan who has been in contact with the Chenghuang system several times. If you hit a calculated fate, you will be unlucky.

But Ji Yuan didn't think about it first, but narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the writing on the table and said to the Zuo family:

"Okay, let's take the decree."

As the head of the family, Zuo Boran stepped forward solemnly, reaching for the table with both hands to pick up the decree, but just before that, Ji Yuan reached out and pressed it.

"Ji has something to say first, if the Zuo family just wants to live a stable life, then it's okay. Although the law is good, it is not omnipotent. There is no way for people to call. Otherwise, the decree will run itself!"

Ji Yuan's voice was smiling, but no one in the room dared to take this sentence that made them feel a pressure as a joke.

"Zuo Shi should obey himself, and dare not forget his teacher's teaching!" "Never forget his teacher's teaching!"

After Zuo Boran spoke, the Zuo family members hurriedly bowed to show their determination.

A certain talent Ji moved his hand away, and Zuo Boran, whose forehead was slightly sweaty, took the decree with both hands, and a chess piece phantom flashed in the sleeve of his right arm. ’

Seeing Zuo Boran carefully returning to the hall with the copybook, which was admired by the Zuo family, Ji Yuan also suddenly thought of one thing, and looked at Mr. Yan, who was stroking his beard.

"Yan Gong, where is my scabbard?"

"what?"

Mr. Yan looked at Ji Yuan inexplicably, and then looked at the Qingteng sword standing beside the table. He immediately saw sweat on his forehead. Wasn't making the scabbard a joke?

"Hahahaha...Don't be in a hurry, Mr. Yan, I will sell it again in a few days. A simple scabbard, how long does it take to go to Yan's shop?"

"It doesn't cost much, it doesn't cost much! I'll be ready to satisfy Mr.

Mr. Yan hurriedly promised, and then lowered his head to consider what styles and types of wood to prepare. Anyway, he decided to send Yan's family to make his scabbards of a dozen or twenty styles, and let the immortals choose them!

When Mr. Yan raised his head and wanted to explain this to Ji Yuan, he found that Mr. Ji who was sitting on the other side had disappeared, leaving only a cup of dried tea, and the Zuo family were still curiously admiring the copybooks. Nothing.

. . .

Ji Yuan walked away in the rain. This was the first time he used the technique of avoiding water to move forward in the rain, but he still borrowed an umbrella from the room outside Yan's shop.

In a hurry to leave, it's not that Ji Yuan is really in such a hurry to see the gods of Juntianfu City God, but that he doesn't want to miss the beauty of Juntianfu City.

When he got close to the city, Ji Yuan opened his umbrella and entered the city with the attitude of an ordinary commoner.

After wandering for a long time, Ji Yuan finally came to the Temple Sifang in Juntianfu. Most cities will name the square where the Chenghuang Temple is located as the Temple Sifang. It is an important city for holding temple fairs and sacrificial activities, and Juntianfu is no exception.

When I promised the Zuo family before, I was very confident, and when I thought about it, I felt that it was no problem, but when it really came under the eyes of Renchenghuang, Ji Yuan was still a little uneasy.

The city gods of a prefecture are usually much more powerful than the county town gods, and even the subordinate city gods will be much more numerous. For a city of the size of the Tianfu, it is estimated that there are twenty-four divisions.

Ji Yuan didn't come empty-handed either. He chose a few shops in the temple and bought a box of candied cakes, and then made two pots of wine~www.NovelMTL.com~ before heading to the Temple of the City God.

Since it was a rainy day, there were not many people in the Temple of the City God. Several vendors selling incense and candles pushed their stall carts into the temple corridor. When they saw Jiyuan entering through the gate of the temple platform, some people were eager to sell them.

"Hey, this big gentleman, when you come to pay homage to the Lord of the City God, you must have a few incense sticks. I have the best sandalwood here, two pennies and three columns!"

fragrant? Don't dare to buy, don't dare to buy!

Ji Yuan swayed and declined, and walked along the side of the temple corridor to several temple halls in front.

First, he went to the main hall. He did not offer incense and pray for blessings like other scattered pilgrims. Instead, he took out a few plates of snacks and tributes from the upper layer of the food box, explained it briefly with the temple blessing, and placed it on the offering table, and put the pot of wine on it.

Afterwards, Ji Yuan just bowed his hands to the statue of the city god, so he left the main hall and went to one of the side halls of the city **** temple.

In this side hall sits a clay statue of a god, and in front of the statue is also marked which chief official, but Ji Yuan doesn't need to read the words, just find one by feeling, and finally stopped in front of the clay statue of the judge.

If it is said that the chief officer of the City God Yin Division is the most amicable and best to speak, in most cases it is a written judgment.

There are a lot fewer pilgrims here in the side hall. If it is raining, there is not a single one. It sounds like there is no one nearby.

Ji Yuan hurriedly distributed the remaining food offerings in the food box and placed them on the small offering platform in front of the statue, then put down two small wine glasses, took out the wine jug and poured two glasses.

After doing all this, Ji Yuancai bowed his hands to Wen Juxiang, and lowered his voice with the help of his micro-mana and the aftertaste of the imperial character.

"Respectfully invite Judge Siwen, the City God of Tianfu, to appear!"

In the Yin Division, the court judge who was reviewing the text suddenly heard bursts of Dao voices, which were very clear in his ears, but the martial judge and the other impoverished officers on the side were completely unaware, and immediately knew that there was an invitation from an expert.