Lord Jianzheng’s registered disciple?

Qiuguan on the sixth floor of Sheji Building?

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows, feeling a little regretful.

Why are the masters and masters he attracts all skinny or gray-haired old men?

Can't there be some female masters with towering peaks and raging waves, so that they can challenge their own bottom line?

Ji Yuan calmed down his distracting thoughts slightly and said again:

"I wonder what the requirements are for being a prisoner and serving as a teacher?

The boy has a naughty temperament and has never obeyed discipline.

If you don't ask clearly first, I'm afraid you will bump into Mr. Jianzheng."

It seems a bit pushy?

Mr. Yi, who was sitting at the top, had a slightly condensed expression on his face, and a few wrinkles appeared on his stiff face:

"Ji Xiaoyou, Master Jianzheng has taken in a total of six disciples.

Except for the two chief clerks on the left and right, the others were exploring dragon veins and mapping the mountains and terrain in various prefectures and prefectures.

There are usually no rules and regulations that need to be followed. After all, Master Jianzheng stays on the ninth floor of Sheji Building all year round, neither seeing guests nor going out.

Furthermore, Ji Xiaoyou, you are a registered disciple,

It's just that there is a master-disciple status, which is more relaxed.

There is only one thing you need to remember, under the main gate of the prison,

No one is allowed to interfere in the affairs of the court, especially the disputes between the country and the country."

Ji Yuan lowered his eyes and thought to himself:

"Why did Jian Zheng suddenly accept him as his apprentice?

If you say that my energy is strong and my luck is booming,

It is just a title of prince, and it is expected that he will be crowned king in the future.

Among the geniuses of the six true traditions, there are also several similar powerful figures.

How can you impress such a great person as Jian Zheng?

You must not interfere with the court or interfere with the country... I always feel that there is something in my words."

Ji Yuan thought deeply for a while, but still couldn't find any clue.

After a moment, he bowed slightly, cupped his hands and said:

"Thanks to Mr. Jianzheng for thinking so highly of me, I am willing to serve him as my teacher."

After countless thoughts passed through his mind, Ji Yuan still did not refuse.

It’s not that Qin Tian Jian gave too much.

The reason is simple.

First of all, the prisoner is the humerus minister that the saint relies on. He is one of the best in the world in both law and martial arts.

It is a very thick thigh and can be used as a talisman at critical moments.

He killed Yang Xiu, and there would be no shortage of revenge and assassination from the Duke of Liang.

You must find a tiger skin to pull the big flag.

Secondly, joining Qintianjian will not affect your future career, unlike the situation with the killing monk.

As for intervening in the imperial court and interfering in the country?

I am just a member of a sixth-grade household, so what confidence do I have to get involved?

Moreover, when I think of Prince Bai Hanzhang’s noble luck, which is enough to be crowned king, and become emperor, and his superficial wooing behavior.

Ji Yuan wished he could stay away from these nonsense so as not to get involved again.

There is a rumor in the market that the five dragons in the same dynasty will bite each other.

The prince's energy is so great, what should the saints, King Yan, King Huai and King Ning look like?

Under the real dragon, there are four giant dragons.

When they fight and bite each other, there will definitely be a terrifying movement of ups and downs, thunder and lightning.

Once involved, can you really be safe?

"Then from today on, you are a prisoner of Qin Tian Prison.

Later, I will ask Jin Lanzhou to take you to the registration list and distribute Qiuguan's official robes, waist badges, etc.

By the way, Ji Xiaoyou, if you have any requests, you can tell them all."

Mr. Yi seemed to be satisfied, although he didn't know why Mr. Jian Zheng suddenly had the idea to take Ji Yuan as his named disciple.

Judging from the results of the Qi Observation Technique, this young Baihu has no spiritual roots in his body.

Even if you are born with a spiritual eye, you cannot absorb the spiritual inspiration, and you are destined to be unable to take the path of Qi training.

"I would like to ask, after joining the Qintian Prison, can I browse through the many classics in the Sheji Building?

Just now I heard Mr. Yi's words, which aroused my strong interest in the theory of numerology."

Ji Yuan's eyes showed sincerity without any dodge.

"That's natural. The Sheji Building is divided into nine levels, divided according to the grades of Qi practitioners.

You are the Qiuguan of the sixth floor, and you can read any miscellaneous books below the sixth grade."

Mr. Yi replied seriously.

He did not expect that Ji Yuan, a rough martial artist who tempered his energy and blood, would actually have a desire to learn.

This persistence is not easy and deserves to be cultivated.

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……

On both sides of the yamen of the Ministry of War, there are bronze statues of Bian.

These are the nine sons of the dragon, majestic and intimidating.

Luo Long, wearing the black tiger patchwork of a fourth-grade military attache, was sitting in the back hall, holding a piece of tissue paper in his hand.

His face was as dark as water, and his anger was like a raging undercurrent. Even though it was not revealed, he still had a terrifying aura.

The person who conveyed the message was a Cloud Eagle Tiqi, who was so frightened that his two legs trembled and he broke into a cold sweat.

"This is what your Commander Ao told me?"

Luo Long's eyes widened with eyes, and he spat out strength from his palms.

The fine Xuanhua paper with the seal of Beizhen Fusi was instantly shattered into pieces.

"Replying to Mr. Luo, Commander Ao gave a message... This is not only his intention, but also... the intention of Governor Tan and Jiang Shangshu."

Yunying Tiqi seemed to be stuttering when he spoke. He was only at the level of external training, so how could he withstand the pressure of a master of blood exchange?

"The Commander-in-Chief of the Fifth Army! Minister of the Ministry of War!"

Luo Long's eyelids twitched and he looked at the open space in the back hall patio.

There was a stretcher lying there, covered with burlap and white cloth.

"My second brother, Luo Meng, was originally a sergeant in the Military and Horse Division, but he died in Wannian County. He was said to have colluded with the remnants of the Jianghu to murder hundreds of households in Fusi, Beizhen.

My third brother Luo Lie has no future, relying on his meager martial arts in Tongmai Second Realm, hanging out with a bunch of gangsters all day long, and asked Tang Nu to make a small sacrifice in Caogang.

Now my second brother has not passed his first seven years, and my third brother has been beheaded in public.

They are all my siblings. They grew up together and they call me ‘eldest brother’ as their biological brother!

Did he die without knowing it? Let you, Beizhen Fusi, throw dirty water on you?"

Luo Long suddenly stood up. He was of medium height, rough-looking, and had a beard like a steel needle.

A very standard image of a military warrior.

"Master Luo, Beizhen Fusi has been ordered to enforce the law and crack down on gangs and evil. The Cao Gang, the Salt Gang, and Sanfenbantang are all targets of serious attack.

Regarding your third brother... please bear with me and accept the change."

Yunying Tiqi reluctantly stated the exact words of his commander, with big beads of sweat falling on his forehead.

It was as if what stood in front of him was not a living person, but a huge oven with strong firepower.

The terrifying energy and blood are like big waves in the river, filling this spacious room.

"My condolences? Your brother died, can you just pretend that nothing happened?"

Luo Long asked with a sneer.

"Reporting to Mr. Luo, the younger one is an orphan without a father or a mother, and he has no brothers or sisters."

The Cloud Eagle Tiqi replied seriously.

"Get out!"

Luo Long was silent for a moment, then shouted angrily.

The rolling air waves tore and surged, like a strong wind rising from the flat ground, knocking over the honest Cloud Eagle Tiqi.

His steps were staggering, and his body, which could not be said to be strong, was like a gourd, and he stumbled several times in a row.
Chapter completed!