The path of the villain is not easy

Chapter 27 No.20 There is a gully in the sixth chest
If you are a counselor who belongs to the kind of aide or who is reduced to the people, there is no hierarchy. Maybe you saw him yesterday as an ordinary person, maybe you saw him the day after tomorrow and he has already reached the first rank.After all, they rely on external forces.

Let’s talk about poets. After entering the realm of poets, the power of the poems written depends on two aspects. One is the level of artistic conception of the poems, and the other is popularity, that is, how many people know the poem.

So after stepping into the realm of poets, it is time to look after them.The level of fame determines the level of the poet's power.The two are causally related, so whether it is the level of the poet's realm or the artistic conception of the poems, they are the same. From low to high, they are divided into a township, a city, a county, a state, and a country.Further up is the saint.

Warriors don't really need external force, everything depends on themselves.Both the exercises and the secret books are divided into three levels, the good ones are the first-rate ones, and the poor ones are the third-rate ones.Of course, there are distinctions among first-class exercises, but no one divides them so finely.

The level of a warrior's cultivation mainly depends on internal strength, 20 years is a festival, 50 years is a festival, 70 years is a festival, 90 years is a festival, and then a hundred years.Further up is the saint. "

"Hee hee, then I will become a counselor when I have a gap in my chest. Then I will make suggestions for the young master." Zi Zhu said with a full face.

"You don't need to wait later, you have dimples in your chest right now." Feeling a touch of softness in his hand, Changsun Ji pinched it hard and said with a smile.

"Aiyo." Zizhu felt the pain, knowing that the young master laughed at her.Unrelentingly, he started fighting with Changsun Ji.

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After the two got up from the couch and cleaned up, the sky had already darkened.

After staying for a while, it was time for dinner. Changsun Ji got up and went to the front yard to have dinner with Changsun Lianyi before returning to Pengyuan.Taking advantage of the moonlight, he practiced "Tiger's Minion Sword", a Yanling sword was given great power by Changsun Jiwu's fierce tiger, and the blade shone with silver light under the moonlight.

He has achieved a lot in this month, and "Crossing in Eight Directions" has already allowed him to achieve a small success.What surprised Changsun Ji was "Yin Suo Acupuncture", which started slowly and made him master it.It made him wonder if he was really that talented in acupuncture.

But when he thought of when he would face the enemy in the future, he would hold the orchid finger and hold a silver needle.Talk sissy.Suddenly, there was a feeling of chills all over the body.

After practicing for two hours, Changsun Ji finally finished his work.After washing away the sweat stains on his body with water, he casually wrapped himself in a layer of white clothes.Changsun Ji sat back behind the table.

His mud palace has not improved since the last time he was injured, and he went to several famous doctors in the capital, and they all said: "There is no possibility of recovery."

This made him very worried.I don't know if I can still stand up to his poetry.If not, he felt that he could cry to death here.

Instructing Zizhu to rub the ink aside, Changsun Ji moistened the brush and wrote on the paper.

A few plum blossoms in the corner, Ling Han...

Before he could write any more, Changsun Ji felt his head was going to explode, screamed, fell off the chair he made earlier, and rolled over with his head in his arms.After the pain in his head subsided, he threw the brush on the ground.Take a deep breath to calm your inner fluctuations.

"My lord, are you okay!" Zi Zhu who was rubbing ink on the side hurriedly helped Changsun Ji, with a worried face.

"It's okay, Zizhu, help me up." Changsun Ji panted heavily.

After sitting back at the table again, he took two deep breaths of air.Changsun Ji raised his hand again and wrote:
Goose, goose, goose, song to the sky.

At this moment, Changsun Ji's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and his whole face was covered with big drops of sweat, Zizhu looked at it with distress.

He raised his hand and gently wiped Changsun Ji's sweat, then held Changsun Ji's hand holding the pen, and said softly, "My lord, let's take our time, we can't do it today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, there are so many herbal medicines in the world. There are all kinds of effects, and there will be healing mud pills. As long as we look for it, we will recover one day. Don't force yourself, okay?"

Changsun Ji closed his eyes, but finally let go of the pen.He was afraid that if he really insisted on writing, the mud palace would burst immediately, and he would not be so impatient.

The last assassination made him grow a lot.He has already clearly felt his arrogance, he feels that he is the son of destiny, the protagonist of the world, he doesn't take anything seriously, and he does things rough.

Breaking through the dantian qi aperture for the first time, without the help of Changsun Lianyi, would have failed.At that time, he thought that he had a long memory, but he felt that he had succeeded, but he really didn't take it seriously in his heart.

Therefore, I dare to rush to implement the plan without being fully prepared.Now that I really feel the pain, I have a long memory and it is engraved in my bones.

Looking back now, none of the things I have done during this period of time can be regarded as perfect, and I always ask Changsun Lianyi to wipe his ass.It was the only assassination that didn't involve Changsun Lianyi, and he made himself like this, he was a bit decadent.

"Can't I even do nursery rhymes now?"

Changsun Ji sighed, in reality, this buddy hit him really hard.

Changsun Ji touched his face in a daze, feeling the pain.He has no good way now, he can only see if he can have some adventures in the future and restore it.

Sensing the gloomy mood of the little man in front of him, Zi Zhu hugged his head to his chest, giving him some warmth and support as much as he could.

The next day, [-] hours.

Changsun Ji practiced "Eight Directions Crossing", he is not a pessimist.Now that the fact has already happened, it is useless to regret or be pessimistic.Rather than doing this, it is better to change yourself in other directions.

After practicing for another hour, the sun has risen.Changsun Ji left the Hou Mansion after breakfast. He was going to visit an old friend today.

He took Ma Xiao with him, got into the carriage in the mansion, and took a few guards with him.Changsun Ji and his party left the capital, the carriage was driving on the road, Changsun Ji lifted the curtains on the carriage, looked at the trees speeding past one by one outside, and listened to the singing of unknown birds.Changsun Ji felt a little relaxed.There is a feeling of living in a cage for a long time and suddenly being free and returning to the joy of nature.

The road was not very smooth, and even though he was covered with soft silk, Changsun Ji still felt a little sore in his back.But there is no way, now only this condition, Changsun Ji can only bear it.

The carriage gallops.Finally, Changsun Ji's ass was tortured for more than an hour.Everyone finally arrived at the destination, which is a dense forest.

Changsun Ji got off the carriage, and all the guards also got off their horses.Everyone walked forward with Changsun Ji, and then walked about one kilometer into the dense forest.Changsun Ji waved his hand to signal the guards to stop.

Changsun Ji took Ma Xiao forward and walked dozens of steps forward.He stopped in front of a grave bag.This tomb bag is new, which can be seen from the soil on it.

Taking a rice basket from Ma Xiao, Changsun Ji knelt down and took out some food from the rice basket.He took the fire pack and lit some money.

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