Chapter 1 Fuji Kitajin, Kikuro Ya

Jing Dynasty, the sixty-fourth year of Datong.

In the dead of night, the lights in Tianjing City were all dim.

A rolling roar sounded, and thunder came from far away and rolled across the sky.

The blazing white lightning suddenly tore through the night sky, illuminating a dilapidated house in Nanmen Hutong.

On the cold and hard bed in the main room, Ji Yuan opened his eyes at the same time.

As if he was in a nightmare, he sat up suddenly.

Empty eyes, without any spirit.

After a while, Ji Yuan seemed to wake up from a dream, and thought silently in his heart:

"Jing Dynasty... Tianjing... Liaodong refugees... Ji Jiulang... Heilongtai!?"

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his chest. There was no bullet hole.

Dead, but not completely dead?

"I never thought that my years of undercover career would end in this way..."

Ji Yuan had mixed feelings, and his past flashed by like smoke, graduating from the police academy, going undercover, going abroad, being a lackey, making deals, closing the net, being killed...

"Well, it's good, the days of dancing on the edge of a knife are too tiring..."

He lowered his head and smiled.

Accepted it quickly.

Anyway, he was alone and had no parents to support him.

The only regret was that he didn't live to receive the medal.

"Hiss!"

While his mind was floating, Ji Yuan suddenly covered his head and took a breath.

It was like a red-hot iron rod pierced through the top of his head.

Hot!

Burning!

Pain!

Countless scattered pictures were stuffed in.

Chaotic!

"So 'I' am also called Ji Yuan? Same name, it seems this is also a tradition of time travel."

Ji Yuan twitched his lips, as if he found it funny.

He shook his body, resisting the swelling and throbbing pain in his temples, and immersed in the fleeting fragments of memory.

This Ji Jiulang was originally from Liaodong, born in the Nine Frontiers Military Town.

His father was a small flag officer in the Black Dragon Taipei Pacification Division of the Jing Dynasty.

Later, he was sent to Liaodong by his superiors, and entered the Delong Commercial Bank as a secret agent to investigate the salt and iron smuggling case in Xishan Prefecture.

He lurked for several years and collected a lot of hard evidence, but he was exposed when he reported the news.

Almost all the family members were killed, and only Ji Yuan was lucky enough to be rescued and survived.

He was brought to Tianjing by his second uncle Ji Chengzong of the Southern Pacification Division and raised.

Now I am in my twilight years, and I have just received the job of the Imperial Cavalry…

A series of messy fragments interweave into the past, flashing in front of Ji Yuan's eyes as if they were running at eight times the speed.

In Liaodong, there was a severe drought for eight years, and then another eight years of heavy snow.

Every year there were natural disasters, and the people's lives were hard, to the point of selling their children.

Especially the villages around the military town fortress, which were even more dangerous.

There were military leaders killing civilians to take credit, and barbarians outside to plunder grass and grain.

Not to mention the landlords, the powerful, the gentry and the clans.

That huge network of relationships made it impossible for people to escape.

Honest and decent people who didn't want to be bandits had a hard time finding a way to make a living.

They either sold themselves as servants, or gathered in the mountains.

"People don't look like people, ghosts don't look like ghosts... Jing Dynasty has been ruling the world for sixty years, and it was a prosperous era with flourishing flowers and brocade! How could it become like this?!"

These memories are too real, just like what he has seen and heard, and experienced personally. Ji Yuan's expression became heavy, with a bit of grief and confusion in his eyes.

Before he could continue thinking, there was a sharp pain in his chest.

It was like a fire, but it also gave rise to a bit of coldness.

The two intertwined, making people feel like they were in heaven and dying.

"This... When did 'I' get hurt?"

Ji Yuan untied his inner clothes and looked down. A black palm print suddenly appeared on his chest.

It was dark, as if he was poisoned.

"He just came here, and he will die soon?"

Ji Yuan's heart moved, and he searched for clues in the boundless sea of ​​​​consciousness.

After a long time, he finally remembered the cause and effect, and his eyes showed coldness.

Everything originated from the official position left vacant by the old father who was loyal to the country.

According to the laws of the Jing Dynasty, there are three kinds of grace for court officials.

One is hereditary reward. Civil officials of the seventh rank or above can let their sons enjoy the salary of the court.

If they have made contributions, they can directly enter the Imperial College and become a student.

The second is hereditary. The son inherits the father's position. Most of the military families in the nine border military towns come from this.

The third is to protect the son. If the father is a first-rank official, there is no need to wait. You can directly write a letter to ask for a fifth-rank official position for your son.

And so on, even if it is a small official of the seventh rank.

You can also get a low-ranking Dianshi or Yicheng.

Ji Yuan's father was a small flag officer of the Northern Zhenfu Division, which was exactly the seventh rank.

Later, he helped to crack the salt and iron smuggling case in Xishan Prefecture. Although he died, he was still conferred by the Black Dragon Palace.

Promoted to the sixth rank of Baihu, he was awarded the Feiyu uniform and the embroidered spring sword as a reward.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will be done according to normal procedures.

Ji Yuan should directly fill his father's vacancy and become the youngest Baihu of the Northern Pacification Division.

But things are different now. This is no longer the beginning of the Jing Dynasty.

Laws are one thing, and implementation is another.

The Black Dragon Palace has great powers, supervising all officials and inspecting the world.

A Baihu has a monthly salary of 34 taels of silver, wears a Feiyu uniform, carries an embroidered spring sword, and holds a Wuchang book.

He is in charge of 120 Tiqis. Wherever he goes, who would not be polite?

There are many people who want to spend money to fill such a lucrative position.

How could Ji Yuan, a poor peasant with no money and no power, get the chance?

"Captain Lin of the Northern Pacification Division previously shirked responsibility, saying that I was too young and my martial arts skills were too low to convince the public, so he only gave me a Tiqi..."

Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

The official ranks of the Northern Pacification Division are from high to low, namely, Commander, Qianhu, Deputy Qianhu, Baihu, Trial Baihu, General Banner, and Small Banner.

The so-called "Tiqi" has no rank and can only be regarded as a guard, a minor official, and has no official position.

"That Baihu Lin is clearly bullying 'me' because I have no father or mother, and no strong backing, so I can only be manipulated by him!"

Ji Yuan's heart was calm, and he temporarily suppressed the fire in his chest.

In his previous life, he had seen many disgusting things like this.

What should have been his was taken away by others for no reason.

Not only that, sometimes he had to step on it, leaving no dignity.

Ji Yuan knew that if he endured for a while.

Then you will become a soft persimmon that everyone can bully, and you will suffer in the future.

The word "reason" is not universal.

From what the original body saw, the fat pig Lin Baihu is a real villain who does not get up early without profit.

No matter what errands or cases, as long as they pass through his hands, he will at least scrape off a layer of oil and water.

"'I' had an unsuccessful dispute with Lin Baihu, and finally not only was I demoted to a Tiqi, patrolling the streets every day, with little chance to make meritorious service, but also rejected by my colleagues...

Two days ago, 'I' went to check the goods at the dock, which attracted the Cao Gang, caused a conflict, and ended up being beaten..."

Ji Yuan's thoughts were floating, and he sorted out the matter from beginning to end.

There are many strange things in it.

Ji Yuan's work is free every day, just to report to the government office, and then patrol the streets.

The main area is the three squares of the north gate.

The Yongding River Wharf, located in the Ping'an Square of the west gate, is not under his jurisdiction at all.

How did he go to check the goods and provoke the Cao Gang?

"That fat pig wants to frame 'me'? What's the purpose? To make me hand over the vacant position of a hundred households left by my father? So that he can do business?"

Ji Yuan's mind was as clear as a mirror, and he guessed it almost right away.

In his previous life, he lived in the border areas and had seen all kinds of people.

He is not younger than his original self, and he only knows that the world is dangerous, but he does not understand the devil's heart.

"That Cao Gang, and the leader of the gang who hurt 'me', may be the same group of people... According to Jing's law, the whole family will be executed for murdering the imperial official!

It is much easier to pick up a Tiqi who is not in the rank. "

After understanding clearly, Ji Yuan took a deep breath.

There was not much worry in his eyes, but a playful smile.

He is such a rebellious character, not afraid of trouble, not causing trouble, and not avoiding trouble.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to get along with those vicious smugglers in his previous life.

He was undercover for several years, and his identity was not exposed until the final net was closed.

Tramp, tramp, tramp!

A burst of hurried footsteps sounded.

Someone came to the main room in the pouring rain.

Ji Yuan closed his underwear and closed his eyes.

He lay down as usual, and intermittent voices came to his ears.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, I have to trouble you in the middle of the night..."

A deep male voice came through the door.

"It's okay, saving people is important. "

This seems to be an old man.

Creaky!

The old wooden door made a harsh sound.

Two figures walked into the main room one after the other and lit the oil lamp.

The old man in the lead had white hair and beard and carried a medicine box.

The middle-aged man following behind was Ji Yuan's second uncle, Ji Chengzong.

He was wearing a bullfighting suit and a waist knife, and his face was full of anxiety:

"Mr. Zhou, my nephew was beaten and injured. He has been in a coma for two days and has not woken up... I have invited several doctors to Qianjintang, but they only said that his internal organs were damaged and ordinary medicines could not cure him. That's why I thought of inviting you to come."

The old man put down the medicine box and walked quickly to the bed.

He first glanced at the "unconscious" Ji Yuan, then stretched out two fingers to lift the inner clothes.

Seeing the black palm print, he frowned and asked coldly:

"Is it someone from the Cao Gang? 'Iron Sand Palm' Luo Lie? "

Ji Chengzong nodded, with hatred in his words:

"It is this evil villain! He relies on his relationship with the Wucheng Bingma Division to act lawlessly, and even dares to stroke the tiger's beard of the Beizhenfu Division!"

The old man Zhou pressed Ji Yuan's chest lightly, then took his pulse on his wrist, his eyes suddenly changed, and he said in surprise:

"Hey! Ji Zongqi, Jiulang is saved! He was originally hit by Luo Lie's Iron Sand Palm. The martial arts was vicious, and the palm force contained cold and hot energy, which was the most depleting of essence and destroying flesh and blood.

It stands to reason that Jiulang should have been exhausted after two days.

However, when I took his pulse just now, I found that although Jiulang's injury has not improved, and his pulse is weak, there is a revival of vitality in his body.

Good, good, he has survived the most difficult level!

Later, I will prescribe some medicines to strengthen blood and replenish qi. He should be fine after a few months of rest. But it is possible that the root of the disease will be left. In autumn and winter, it is easy to catch a cold!"

Mr. Zhou carefully looked at the young man lying on the bed and felt strange.

Such an injury would be difficult to cure even for a martial artist who has achieved the great success of the first realm of submission.

But Ji Jiulang managed to hold on to his breath and keep the vitality in his body.

"It's good to save his life!"

Ji Chengzong sighed.

As for the root of the disease.

We will find a way later.

"Your Jiulang is blessed by heaven. "

Mr. Zhou sighed and turned to write a prescription.

Ji Chengzong thanked him quickly and went out with him later.

It's not curfew yet, so we have to get all the herbs.

The door was closed and the room was quiet.

"Fortunately, I'm not dead."

Ji Yuan opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to relax,

Suddenly,

A severe dizziness rushed to his head,

It came quickly and suddenly!

It was very sudden!

The sea of ​​consciousness was churning and rolling, and a large amount of information flow emerged.

Those mysterious patterns that seemed to contain strange powers were constantly intertwined and evolved.

Finally, a simple and ancient painting as bright as the sun was formed!