"Quicksand~! What a trick you have~!" The big man in yellow yelled after reacting. Seeing that his plan was exposed, the man in Tsing Yi did not panic and said calmly: "Didn't I say it? Everyone has their own way.
Means?!" "Humph, your means are too despicable~!" The big man in yellow had a face full of indignation.
Long Yu looked at the people in the audience, curled his lips slightly, and felt disdain in his heart. They were all here to grab things, so why should they talk about being despicable? "We are just each other, why are we arguing with each other here?!" Qing Yi
People return.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, I like to hear what young people say, but Er Er, why bother pretending to be sanctimonious? Just say it, Ertai~!" The man in black robe smiled strangely and pointed the finger at the high priest in white.
The old man in white smiled kindly and returned gently: "Brother Ji, long time no see. How are you doing?" The man in black robe sneered, "You are doing well. Thank you for your concern."
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just take your things and leave~!" The middle-aged woman holding the sickle couldn't help it anymore and shouted. The man in black robe returned: "What's the rush? It's rare to meet an acquaintance. Let's chat for a while.
"Hmph, what are you talking about with him? You're a hypocritical old liar. Killing him is the right thing to do~!" The middle-aged woman raised the large sickle in her hand and said murderously.
The old man in white frowned and felt a little worried. If Wu Chang really took action, plus the people from the Dark Council, he wouldn't be able to support it on his own. It seemed that he had to find a way to drag someone into the water. Black
After listening to the middle-aged woman's words, the man in white looked at the old man in white with a smile, and the expression on his face was very intriguing.
"What did Mrs. Impermanence say? We are old acquaintances. When we meet old friends, it would be too abrupt to shout and kill." The high priest in white said with a smile. "Old acquaintances! Old friends~! Ertai, you are still the best.
So shameless and shameless~!" The middle-aged woman ignored the gentleness of the old man in white and continued to speak harshly.
"Haha, I just didn't expect that you red scythes would also come to this muddy water. Isn't your instructor the most shameless of such behavior?" The old man in white returned. "Instructor, haha, the instructor doesn't
I don’t know how to take care of this kind of thing, but I, Ji, heard about it and became interested, so I came out to take a look. I want this thing~!" The man in black robe came back loudly, extremely domineering, and the rest of the people in the hall
Everyone was silent, no one dared to refute.
"Ji Wuchang??~" Long Yu muttered this name and looked at the strangely dressed man in black. What does this name mean? Why are there so many strong men in the hall who don't look cool when facing him?
Dare to come out. It's him~! Ji Wuchang." Chu Xue heard Long Yu chanting, and then she came back to her senses and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Ah, do you know him again?" Ye Wenhao asked with his eyes widened. Chu Xue, who finally recovered, her face still flushed, gave Ye Wenhao a hard look. Chu Xue replied: "How can I know him? He doesn't know him."
He is almost seventy or eighty years old, but I have heard of him, and it is said by everyone in the world."
"What is the legend?" Upon hearing the legend, Long Yu immediately became interested. This legend must represent another legend. "Legend, it is said that Ji Wuchang is already the God of Fighting?" Chu Xue said with a trembling voice.
"God of Fighting??" Long Yu's head made a "bang" sound and he murmured a few words. God of Fighting, what kind of existence is that? With his innate advantages in Taoism, he can barely reach the eighth level of fighting.
Master, and this fighting god, with the word "god", represents that he is the person who stands at the top of this continent.
"Is it true?" Ya'er asked with some disbelief. Chuxue looked at the man in black robe below and replied: "I don't know either, but I know some of his Zeng Jin's deeds and his name.
The origin~!”
"The origin of the name?" Long Yu asked curiously, "Then Ji Wuchang is not his real name, Lao?" Chuxue replied: "This Ji Wuchang is the honorific title given to him by the world. His original name was Uncle Ji, who lived in the sixth year of Zhenguan.
The top scholar?!" "The top scholar~!" Long Yu looked down at him, wrapped in black robes and carrying a sickle. The ferocious Ji Wuchang couldn't connect him with the top scholar in Chu Xue's mouth.
Chuxue looked at Ji Wuchang below and said, "It's hard to believe, right? That's how things are. No matter how hard you don't want to believe it, it's the fact." Chuxue sighed with emotion and continued: "Uncle Ji won the top prize.
After that, the world was shocked because he was a commoner, because he was the first commoner to win the top prize in high school since the founding of Xianglong~!"
"Commoner?!" With these two words, Long Yu could fully imagine how outstanding Uncle Ji must have been at that time. Due to the aristocratic system of Tianlu Continent, the class divisions are very clear. Generally speaking, those with superior conditions are
It is enjoyed by the nobles. The state-run schools can only enroll the children of officials and nobles. If commoners want to enter the school, they must have a wealthy family and spend a lot of money to hire a teacher.
In the Xianglong Empire alone, Xianglong established the country with force and governed the country with culture. However, over the past thousands of years, the martial custom has not weakened, but has become worse. Therefore, the emphasis on civilized governance has been weakened. However, fortunately, Xianglong
There are many outstanding people in Long Di, and all kinds of talents emerge in endlessly. However, most of these talents come from aristocratic families.
A family of officials, a wealthy family, or ordinary people? It’s too late to work for a living, so where does one have time to learn knowledge? As for fighting spirit magic, it’s even further away. And under such current circumstances, Uncle Ji, who was born as a commoner, can actually go to high school.
Being the number one scholar was definitely a sensational thing for the world at that time.
"Brother Ji, I'm afraid you don't know what this artifact represents, right? I'm afraid your red sickle will set you on fire~!" the white-robed priest reminded. "Haha, Ertai, are you testing me? It's just an artifact.
, can be worth it
Are you risking your life? I dare not tell others, but you, Er Tai, cherish your life like gold. In Fengyu Town, you were so fast, hahahaha?!" The man in black robe laughed wildly.
He stood and abused the old man in white wantonly.
It seemed that the word "Feng Yu Zhen" in Ji Wuchang's mouth angered the old man in white. The old man named Ertai's face changed, as cold as frost, and the white jade staff in his hand actually emitted a faint white light. The power came out.
, the old man in white looked at Ji Wuchang with murderous eyes, and said: "Ji Wuchang, things have changed, are you still the same Ji Wuchang you were back then?"
"Huh?" The man in black robe snorted coldly, picked up the sickle, and asked murderously: "Do you want to try it?" For a moment, swords were tense, and the atmosphere was extremely tense. Except for the two sides fighting, the rest of the people were secretly preparing for it.
Momentum, ready to wait for the opportunity to move. As for what to move, it is unknown.
"Chu Xue, continue talking?" Long Yu looked at Chu Xue who had stopped talking outside and asked. Chu Xue took a breath and returned: "Uncle Ji's family is living in poverty, and he works long-term for rich people. During his break, he can borrow a book to read.
Rich man's book collection
The knowledge he learned, in the sixth year of Zhenguan, when he was the top scholar in high school, the sixty-year-old old man died of exhaustion on the road of trackers by the river. Because this dynasty implemented the ritual system, Uncle Ji had to observe filial piety for three years. Therefore, his official career
I was delayed because of this."
Hearing this, Long Yu let out a long sigh, looked at the man in black robe outside, and couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy. "Three years later, the period of filial piety expired, but Uncle Ji has not been transferred.
After waiting for half a year, I ran out of money and had no choice but to make a living by measuring calligraphy on the streets of Beijing." Chuxue continued.
"Fortunately, another six months later, Uncle Ji finally received the transfer order. At that time, he was the governor of Bohai. Bohai is located on the southeast coast and has three counties under its jurisdiction. It is both a strong military town and a prosperous place. Such an important position can give people from civilian backgrounds
Uncle Ji, all because of the Chinese people at that time
With Lin Guanghai's strong recommendation, Uncle Ji gratefully rushed to the Bohai Sea to take up his post with full ambition. Who would have known that during this trip, there would be an extra bloodthirsty maniac and a less able minister in governing the world." The twist in Chu Xue's words,
This shocked Long Yu and others who were listening attentively.
"What's going on?" Long Yu asked. Chu Xue sighed and returned: "We can't know exactly what happened now, but a year after Uncle Ji took office, there was suddenly news that he massacred all the Bohai Prince's Palace in one night.
He left a message on the wall of the courtyard and escaped, and since then, the world has been in an uproar~!"
"What did he leave behind?" Long Yu pinched his eyebrows and asked. Chu Xue replied: "Ten big characters written in blood, God is unkind to me, don't blame me for being unjust~!" Long Yu muttered, these ten characters
The incomparable hatred and strong desire for revenge were clearly visible in it. Long Yu couldn't help but wonder what happened back then to create the impermanence of today.
"After Uncle Ji escaped, there was no news for a while. Ten years later, he appeared again in Fengyu Town, a hundred miles away from the capital. This time, he once again shocked the world. Ten years later, Uncle Ji actually managed to survive alone.
Killed ten descendants of the Light Council and forced them to
Ertai, who was a high priest in white and a ninth-level magician, fled, but he appeared in the world wearing the same clothes as he does now, with the appearance of Wu Chang in myth. Therefore, people began to call him Ji Wuchang.
His real name has also been gradually forgotten." Chuxue continued.
"It was during that battle that the news came out that he was a fighting god, right?" Long Yu asked. "Well," Chu Xue nodded, "Only one person can kill ten divine descendants at the peak of fighting saints."
, forcing Ertai to escape. With such strength, what would it be if it wasn’t the God of War?"
"I see, then he is also a pitiful person." Ya'er sighed, her sympathy instantly overflowing. Chuxue curled her lips and returned: "Uncle Ji, who appeared as Wu Chang, had a drastic change in temperament, moodiness, and addiction.
Murderous, he arrived
There were corpses everywhere and rivers of blood. Tens of thousands of residents in Fengyu Town also died that night after he killed the people from the Council of Light. Afterwards, survivors came out to prove that ten thousand people were slaughtered in the night.
It’s Uncle Ji~!”
Ya'er couldn't help but shudder and looked at the men in black robes outside. The trace of sympathy that had just poured out disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by deep fear. Tens of thousands of people could actually be massacred in one night.
, is he still human~!
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