As the days passed, the wind became stronger and the snow became heavier.

Long strings of ice ridges are hung under the eaves of every house, as thick as a child's arm.

The shops and markets on the long street are becoming increasingly deserted.

Only the old man selling charcoal was carrying a load and shouting along the way.

Then there are the noble generals who don’t have to run around for a living, each in groups, surrounded by slaves, riding horses and carrying arrows.

I want to take advantage of the severe cold weather to go out of the city and into the mountains for winter hunting.

"Master Yuan, this is a greeting from Commander Ye of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses."

The old housekeeper stood respectfully outside the courtyard, took out a gold-gilt letter from his sleeve, and presented it to Ji Yuan who had finished practicing with both hands.

"Is this a martial arts meeting or an alchemy meeting?"

In the cold wind and snow, Ji Yuan wore a thin middle coat and exhaled a breath of white breath, stirring up a large area of ​​scalding hot mist.

The energy and blood in the limbs and bones are rushing, just like the lid of a red-hot stove is opened, and a rich and sticky red flame is emitted.

Suddenly, within a radius of a hundred steps, it was like a hot summer day, without any chill at all.

This kind of martial arts cultivation, which is close to changing the celestial phenomena, can only be displayed by the masters of the four realms who have opened up the sea of ​​​​qi and condensed the true power.

But Ji Yuan's own savings are too strong, and he is in the stage of exchanging blood and refining bones.

I studied the "Fudosan King Sutra" every day and climbed the 84,000-foot Mount Sumeru.

The muscles and bones of the whole body that support the skin and flesh are like gold and jade, showing extraordinary features.

The body transforms so fast, it’s almost divine!

I feel that in five or six days, I will be able to take another step forward in Qi and Blood Martial Arts.

"Why are they all from the Army and Horses Division? There are not many familiar faces. Forget it, just reject them.

Just say that I have been in seclusion recently and have no intention of going out, so it is inconvenient to participate."

Ji Yuan took the dish, glanced at it briefly, shook his head and said.

"Unfortunately, I used to think that only those Confucian scholars like to gather in groups, drink wine and recite poems, which is arty.

Unexpectedly, the same is true for martial artists. There are endless martial arts meetings, alchemy meetings, and many other names."

The old housekeeper laughed twice and said softly:

"Master Yuan, Confucian students now also have to practice martial arts.

They are not much different from the generals in the Ministry of War and the nobles at the border.

Every spring and winter, the city of Tianjing is very lively with literati associations and martial arts gatherings.

In addition, Master Yuan is now different from the past. He has been awarded the title of python of a thousand households and is about to patrol the prefecture.

Naturally, there are many court officials who want to make friends and win over them.

In the past few days, the threshold of the mansion has been stepped down."

Ji Yuanhun didn't care, so he handed back the name card and said calmly:

"These are all false names. They are like castles in the air. They cannot withstand the waves and will collapse when the wind blows.

When it comes to blacksmithing, you still need to look at yourself. In my opinion, it is better to practice martial arts than to work hard.

Only with a strong fist can you wield power.

Otherwise, if you are good at dancing, no matter how well you do.

It is nothing more than joining the court, becoming a family dog, and doing everything possible to please the master.

It’s so boring!”

This young Qianhu from Fusi in Beizhen, a newly aristocratic person above the imperial court, is quite aware of this.

Knowing that he is famous in Tianjing, most of the reasons are due to Bai Hanzhang's exceptional respect and have nothing to do with anything else.

Otherwise, even if Ji Yuan made great contributions, he would not be able to easily sit in the position of Qianhu!

Not to mention, he humiliated the Minister of the Ministry of War in public as a member of the sixth rank of the Hundred Households!

It has always been like this in the court.

In a word, the good wind sends people to the blue clouds by virtue of its power.

If you don't know how to take advantage of the situation, you will never get ahead if you come from a humble background.

That day in front of Yonghe Temple, at the court meeting.

His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, who has been in charge of the country for twenty years, told the ministers under His Majesty Dan that throughout the dynasties, there are many deeds of young princes who left their names.

This was used to confirm that it was in line with the rules to promote a young military householder from Liaodong.

Ji Yuan, who stood in the middle of the royal road, had a clear mind and understood that the senior officials in the six tribes may not agree with this statement.

In the early days of the Great Flame, the peerless genius who was granted the title of Marquis before he was even young was the reason why he was able to become an extremely popular minister.

Aside from his great achievements in establishing a name that will be passed down through history, it is also because he is the nephew of the current empress and the general.

Moreover, his uncle also had outstanding military exploits and was awarded the title of Grand Sima and Grand General.

From a lowly riding slave to the pinnacle of life where he became a lord and a general.

By virtue of this, his sister entered the palace as a concubine and was canonized as a queen.

Thus falling into the eyes of Emperor Yanwu and gaining appreciation.

Alone in the Sheji Building, I read through many history books.

Only then did Ji Yuan suddenly understand why those generals with such honors were all called "Liaodong bitch" and "mud-legged".

Because in the new history of three thousand years, it is well known that people from humble backgrounds have difficulty getting ahead.

It is not easy to cross the high mountains that are weighing on our heads.

Not to mention, overthrow it and break down the barriers.

"So, fame is fictitious and is given by the court; cultivation is real and can be mastered by oneself."

Ji Yuan looked up at the sky with gloomy clouds and thought silently.

"Master Yuan is right, but among all living beings, there are many mediocre people and few outstanding ones.

But not everyone is like Master Yuan, a blockbuster martial arts wizard.

Their hard work may not be useful, and it is not as practical as going to camp."

The old butler put away the gilded badge and sighed.

"That's true. If you have your back against a big tree to enjoy the shade, you shouldn't laugh at others running around."

Ji Yuan nodded slightly, and after the Qi and blood in his body calmed down, he ordered:

"Prepare some qi-tonifying and blood-tonifying medicinal materials as gifts. I have to go out later."

The old housekeeper was a little surprised and thought to himself:

"Master Yuan even turned down all the martial arts and alchemy competitions invited by the six tribes, making it clear that he did not want to have too much contact with the court officials.

Now you have to give gifts?"

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Jinfeng Xiaoyu Building, in Tianxiang Pavilion.

The room is as warm as spring, and sandalwood is burning in the crane's mouth copper stove.

The smoke curls up and floats, giving off a bit of fairy spirit.

On the large bed, Qin Wugu was weak and leaned on the soft pillow.

The exquisite curves wrapped in the golden-winged roc robe are hidden under the thin quilt.

That cold face seems to lack color.

He looked extremely pale, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness.

"Why did your temperament change after you got hurt?

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If this were normal, you would have already touched and teased me."

Qin Xin, who was dressed in plain white, was sitting on her knees on the ground, at the bottom, applying medicine to Qin Wugou's wounds.

She wrung out the handkerchief soaked in hot water with her hands, and the copper basin was filled with a bright red color.

"You are now a woman, married to that sick man Su Meng.

The rules of the world are that friends and wives should not be bullied.

It’s better not to be as frivolous and frivolous towards you as before.
To be continued...