Lanke Chess Edge

As the rain gradually increased, Ji Yuan danced with a sword in a blue shirt, and the wide-sleeved robe not only failed to affect the agility of the sword, but made it appear elegant, neither too feminine nor too rigid.

It seems that there are no moves, no rigid movements, and the falling raindrops seem to be drawn by countless invisible silk threads. They sway with the sword while turning, body and mind are in harmony, and the sword turns at will.

Every drop of rain is a sword, and every sword is turned into rain.

Maybe it was just a few breaths, maybe it was enough time for a cup of tea, Ji Yuan finished his sword dance, turned around and stood with his hands behind his back. At this moment, the rainwater beside him drew a circle with Ji Yuan's turning around, forming a ten-foot-wide ring-shaped water wave under his feet, and then slowly melted into the rainwater on the ground.

Although the sword stopped, the falling rainwater would actively avoid Ji Yuan and fall to the feet along the side of the body.

Ji Yuan looked at the members of the Zuo family in the hall.

"This is the divine will of Youlong. It has no tricks or styles. It can be integrated into the world's martial arts. Whether you can understand it or not, and how much you can understand it depends on you."

After saying that, Ji Yuan came out of the rain, and when he re-entered the hall, there was no watermark on his feet, and the clothes on his body were also not wet.

Since he wanted to be this immortal master this time, he naturally had to put on a good posture.

The Zuo family and Mr. Yan seemed to have not recovered from the very mysterious fairy sword dance just now, and they were still staring out of the hall in a daze, as if illusory figures were still dancing swords in the rain.

After a long time, Zuo Boran was the first to come back to his senses, and then Zuo Youtian, Zuo Youxin and others also came back to his senses one by one. The two children kept staring at the rain in a daze, and none of the Zuo family members said a word until the two children also came to their senses. Only when he regained consciousness and snuggled up beside his mother did the Zuo family and Mr. Yan dare to breathe.

Ji Yuan just sat at the table drinking tea, and even lifted the teapot to refill his cup. When the Zuo family members finally came back to their senses, he smiled at them.

Seeing that the old man was embarrassed, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Mr. Yan, you don't need to worry about it. You never stole anything from the Zuo family. I don't mind you watching. Who can have any objections? Sit down and drink tea!"

"Mr. Xie allowed me to watch your sword dance."

With a shy face, old man Yan cupped his hands before sitting down on his chair, and hurriedly picked up the cup of tea and took a sip to suppress his shock. In fact, he knew more about the weight of a fairy dancing sword than the Zuo family.

Although Yan's shop had already sealed off the special sword-forging furnace, it can be said that the old man had spent the first half of his life forging swords, and he naturally had his own opinions on swordsmanship.

I can only sigh in my heart: 'The immoral sword intent is hard to find in the mortal world! '

Although the Zuo family members are back to their senses now, they are still savoring the scenes in the rain just now, and they can't remember Ji Yuan's movements at all, but it doesn't hinder the feeling of that meaning.

After a little leaning, the Zuo family stood in the hall, and under the leadership of Zuo Boran, they bowed at ninety degrees together, and even the two children also bowed with the help of their parents.

"Mr. Zuo's kindness will never be forgotten. I belong to the Zuo family of Tianfu. I wish to enshrine Mr. as a fairy forever!"

Zuo Boran's voice was still solemn and serious.

Hearing these words, Ji Yuan was amused, but he had no intention of making people worship at the Lisheng Temple.

"Okay, for you guys it's over, but for me it's not over yet, I don't know if this city god of Juntianfu can talk well!"

Ji Yuan shook his head and smiled, since he said it, he will naturally fulfill the promise.

In fact, it shouldn't be a big deal, after all, the Zuo family has his royal decree preserved, and the soul of Jiu is clear and bright, so it is even more difficult for any villain to appear. Candidate for the underworld.

Ji Yuan went to pay a polite visit, he didn't even need to meet the city god, he only needed to meet one of the judges, and mentioned his relationship with the Zuo family.

It's not a matter of principle to let them choose evil people, they are also good ghosts, if there is a fate, this cultivator will endorse, why not sell a favor, when the problem of principle is not violated, the underworld can also talk about relationships of.

This is not Ji Yuan's wild speculation, but it is clearly written in "Wai Dao Zhuan", and it is also the experience of Ji Yuan's contact with the City God system several times. Of course, there must be bad-tempered chief officials or city gods If you run into calculations, you will be unlucky.

But Ji Yuan didn't think about it for now, but narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the writing on the table and said to the Zuo family:

"Okay, let's take the decree."

As the head of the family, Zuo Boran stepped forward solemnly, reaching out his hands to the table to pick up the decree, but before that, Ji Yuan reached out and pressed it.

"Ji has something to say beforehand, if the Zuo family only wants to live a stable life, then it's okay. Although the law is good, it is not omnipotent. There is no way for good or bad, but people call themselves. If you really want to set foot in the rivers and lakes in the future, you'd better uphold the chivalrous spirit. Otherwise, the law will run away by itself!"

Ji Yuan's voice was full of laughter, but no one in the room dared to take this sentence that made them feel a sense of pressure as a joke.

"Mr. Zuo must obey, and dare not forget the teacher's teaching!" "Never forget the teacher's teaching!"

After Zuo Boran spoke, the Zuo family in the back hurriedly bowed to show their determination.

Only then did Ji move his hand away, and Zuo Boran, who was sweating slightly on his forehead, took the decree with both hands, and a phantom phantom of a chess piece flashed in the sleeve of his right arm, making Ji Yuan involuntarily say in his heart: 'Sure enough! '

Seeing Zuo Boran carefully return to the hall with the copybook, to be admired by the Zuo family members, Ji Yuan also suddenly thought of something, and looked at the old man who was stroking his beard.

"Yan Gong, where is my scabbard?"

"ah?"

Mr. Yan looked at Ji Yuan inexplicably, and then looked at the ivy sword standing by the table, his brow was sweating immediately, isn't the scabbard a joke?

"Hahahaha...Don't worry, Mr. Yan, Ji will buy it again in a few days, a simple scabbard, won't it take much time to go to Yan's shop?"

"It doesn't cost much, it doesn't cost much! It will be ready to satisfy the husband!"

Mr. Yan hurriedly promised, and then lowered his head to think about which styles and types of wood to prepare. Anyway, he decided to mobilize Yan's family to make him a dozen or twenty styles of scabbards, and let the immortals choose by themselves!

When Mr. Yan raised his head and wanted to explain this to Ji Yuan, he found that Mr. Ji who was sitting on the other side had disappeared, leaving only a teacup that drank up the tea, and the Zuo family was still admiring the copybook curiously. Nothing.

. . .

Ji Yuan walked away in the rain, this was the first time he walked in the rain with the skill of avoiding water, but he still borrowed an umbrella from the room outside Yan's shop.

The rush to leave wasn't because Ji Yuan was really in such a hurry to meet Juntianfu Town God's Shinto place, but because he didn't want to miss the beautiful scenery of Juntianfu City.

When he got close to the city, Ji Yuan opened his umbrella and entered the city like an ordinary citizen, wandering around, listening to the picture in Juntianfu's mind.

After wandering around for half a day, Ji Yuan finally came to the Temple Square in Juntianfu. Most town associations named the square where the Town God’s Temple is located as the Temple Square. It is an important city square for temple fairs and sacrificial activities, and Juntianfu is no exception.

When he agreed to Zuo's family before, he was full of confidence, and when he thought about it, he thought it was okay, but when he was really under the eyes of the city god, Ji Yuan was still a little nervous.

The city gods of a prefecture are usually much more powerful than the city gods of the county, and even the subordinate city gods will have many more divisions. For a prefecture of the size of Juntianfu, it is estimated that there are twenty-four divisions.

Ji Yuan didn't come empty-handed either, he picked a few shops in Miaosifang and bought a box of pastries and candied fruit, and made two jugs of decent wine before rushing to the Town God's Temple.

Because it was a rainy day, there were not many people in Chenghuang Temple. Several vendors who sold incense candles pushed their carts into the temple corridor. When they saw Ji Yuan coming in through the gate of the temple platform, some people immediately sold them enthusiastically.

"Hey gentleman, you have to offer a few sticks of incense when you come to pay homage to the City God. I have the best sandalwood here, which costs two pennies and three sticks!"

fragrant? Don't dare to buy, don't dare to buy!

Ji Yuan declined with a shake, and walked along the temple corridor to the front several temples.

First, when they arrived at the main hall, they did not offer incense and pray for blessings like other sporadic pilgrims. Instead, they took out a few dishes of dim sum offerings from the upper layer of the food box, explained briefly to the temple wishes, and placed them on the altar table, and put the jug of wine on it.

Then Ji Yuan just bowed his hands towards the statue of the City God, then exited the main hall and went to one of the side halls of the City God Temple.

There are statues of clay statues sitting in this side hall, and in front of the statues there is also a mark which chief official it is, but Ji Yuan doesn't need to read the words, he just looks for them by feeling, and finally stops in front of Judge Wen's clay statue.

If it is said which chief official of the City God's Yin Division is the most kind and the best to speak, most of the cases are written judgments.

The number of pilgrims in the side hall is much less, especially on this rainy day, and it sounds like there is no one around.

Ji Yuan quickly distributed the rest of the food tributes in the food box, placed them on the small altar in front of the statue, then put down two small wine glasses, took out the jug and poured two glasses.

After all this was done, Ji Yuan bowed his hands facing the statue of Wen Pan, and with a little magic power supplemented by the aftertaste of the Chinese characters, he spoke in a low voice.

"I respectfully invite Judge Wen, the City God of Juntian Mansion, to show up!"

In the underworld, the civil judge who was reviewing the documents suddenly heard bursts of voices, which were extremely clear to his ears, but Wu Pan and the other little ghost guards next to him didn't notice it, and immediately knew that there was an invitation from an expert.