"No wonder it's almost impossible for Sanren who don't follow the footsteps to compare with the true inheritance of the big sects."

Ji Yuan sighed in his heart, it took him about half an hour to eat this dog meat hot pot meal.

During this period, the killing monk would patiently answer all kinds of questions he raised.

It can be said that he knows everything he knows and speaks everything he knows.

In addition, this skinny old monk with a plain appearance actually has a very high vision.

When talking, he often hits the nail on the head.

It was as if Ji Yuan was enlightened, and his conscious knowledge had greatly increased.

All the key points that I didn't understand clearly enough at first, after some guidance, I felt like I could see the light from the clouds.

"I have benefited a lot from the master's answer today, and I really don't know how to thank you."

Ji Yuan ate and drank enough, wiped his mouth, smiled and said some polite words.

"Then I will become my teacher and my disciple.

What you have learned can be taught to others.”

The killing monk climbed up the pole and gained direct access.

"Well...according to what the master said, my energy and blood are boiling, just like boiling water, and my lifespan is being consumed drastically.

He is destined to die young, and it is still unclear whether he can live to be thirty years old."

Ji Yuan rinsed his mouth with tea and chuckled:

"Accept me as a closed disciple. Master, aren't you afraid that white-haired people will send black-haired people away?"

The killing monk touched his shiny bald head covered with burns and scars, shook his head and said:

"I have already shaved my head, so why worry about my hair?

Besides, as long as you are brave and diligent,

Before the age of thirty, be promoted to the Innate Grand Master and break the shackles of life span.

The disease of progeria can naturally be cured without medicine."

Ji Yuan's face twitched and he thought to himself, how many innate masters are there in the world?

It is even rarer to reach the fifth realm before the age of thirty.

Zong Pingnan and Tan Wenying on the Shanhe List are already considered to be extremely talented and destined to be extraordinary.

It is usually after the age of forty that one begins to reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

It can be seen that the difficulty of being a master is high and the achievements are high.

Now, according to the killing monk, it is like cabbage in the field by the roadside, you can just pick up a few and bring it back.

"I believe in myself because of the Emperor's Dao Map and my own hard work and perseverance.

The combination of the two has a promising future.

But where does the killing monk get his confidence?

Just because I can play Ji Feng? Copy a few Buddhist verses?"

Ji Yuan cursed in his heart, but asked with a smile on the surface:

"I dare to ask Master, do you have any money?"

The old monk, who was as skinny as wood and holding a broken alms bowl, didn’t know what he meant, so he answered honestly:

"There is nothing vulgar about me."

Ji Yuan seemed to be expecting it, he took out a few taels of silver and threw it on the table, and said calmly:

"That's it. I treat Master to this meal as repayment for his guidance.

After all, there is no such thing as freeloading, right?"

The killing monk was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said:

"What a slick guy! But you're right!

It’s just that you may not know, disciple,

In the past, many people swept the streets and knelt down to greet them.

Even my teacher never paid any attention to it, let alone preached it.

A hundred thousand meals of dog meat cannot be exchanged for my advice."

Ji Yuan sneered inwardly, the old monk always spoke half-truth and half-falsehood, it was hard to tell the difference.

Sweeping the streets and kneeling to greet them, what kind of grandeur is this?

Even if the headmaster of the Six True Traditions comes down from the mountain, it will be nothing more than that.

When the two of them walked out of the dog meat restaurant, it was almost dusk.

Ji Yuan and the killing monk entered the inner city and came to a house in Qinglong Canal in Datongfang.

At the gate is a pair of three-person stone dragons and horses, with the word "Ji Mansion" written on the plaque.

The writing is vigorous, penetrating into the wood, and has the flavor of a famous artist with splashes of ink.

The three vermilion doors are all open, with brightly dressed young servants standing on both sides.

It looks like a wealthy family.

"Luo Yuzhen is quite reliable in doing things."

Ji Yuan looked at it and looked quite satisfied.

If you don’t have ten thousand taels of silver, you won’t be able to build this house.

After calculating his property, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

It’s true that money is flowing like water, and you become rich and then poor again.

"The old slave has met Master Baihu.

This is the title deed of the house, as well as a corresponding certificate.

Mr. Luo has already prepared everything and is waiting for you to come back to receive it."

Ji Yuan stepped onto the steps and was not stopped by the servants. An old butler with gray hair rushed over and said respectfully:

"In addition, the servants, nurses, grooms, cooks, maids...these are all transferred from the Yu family by the eldest lady."

Ji Yuan took the pile of house deeds, land deeds, and sale deeds, and glanced at them briefly, not paying much attention to them.

He is not the kind of rich man who likes to be greeted and served by others.

Moving to a new home or buying a house is nothing more than building a sheltered place.

If you continue to stay in the dilapidated courtyard of Nanmen Hutong, it will be difficult not only to house people, but also to raise horses.

Ji Yuan put away the deed papers at will, as if he remembered something, frowned and asked:

"By the way, I originally had a soul bottle at home. Did I put it away when I moved?"

The old housekeeper thought for a moment and had no impression, then hesitantly said:

"Master Luo said that he wanted to give a hundred households a surprise. When they moved house, he only brought the memorial tablet and the shrine to enshrine it in the backyard.

The rest...have not been taken care of much."

This is a more euphemistic way of saying it.

The original Ji Yuan, except for his parents’ tablets,

As well as the official robe and waist knife, where are the other valuable things?

It is not an exaggeration to say that the family has only four walls.

"But this thing?"

The killing monk suddenly took out something from his sleeve and said softly:

"After you rushed to Wannian County, I took it away."

Ji Yuan was shocked, Old Man An was a ghost.

It stayed with the killing monk for several days. Could it have been converted?

"We've already had lunch, so you don't have to do anything, let alone call a bunch of people over.

Ask someone to take this master to the side room to rest, and take good care of the Hu Lei Leopard. Don't wrong it, this beast has a bad temper."

Ji Yuan gave a few simple instructions and went straight to the main room.

As the old butler walks through the corridor, you can see winding water bottles and rockeries.

Looking up, you can see the layers of pavilions and pavilions, giving people a sense of deep tranquility and tranquility in the courtyard.

It can be seen that this big house is really not cheap.
To be continued...