Chapter 21 Repression
"I remember that you are also a direct line of blood of the fourth house, why did you drop your status and go to the eight gates of the outer city as an official?"
Ji Yuenian stopped and looked sideways at Ji Bugui, who was panting beside him, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Ji Bugui did not ignite his heart. Although he was highly skilled in martial arts, he was still a mortal body. After he had taught Zhao Yue a lesson from the west side of the city gate, he hurriedly chased after him along the official road.
"My eldest son," Ji Bugui gave a wry smile, "Although I am a direct descendant of the fourth family, I am not able to collect the spirit herbs and medicines from Ji's house like other people. The side of the big city gate became a patrol commander and received some spiritual salaries every month."
Ji Yuenian looked at the common people who came and went on the broad official road and said softly: "Why? I remember that the elders of the Ji Family Elders Association treated each room almost without bias, except for the fact that the patriarch's lineage accounted for 50% of the resources, The rest of the rooms should be very average."
Ji Bugui's face became more and more bitter, and said: "The eldest son doesn't know anything, this matter has nothing to do with the fourth room. I was convicted of falsely talking about the elder a few years ago. Not only was I banned for half a year, but also forever. There is no way to get the least bit of resource allocation in Ji's house."
While the two were talking, two luxurious carriages galloped side by side in the middle of the official road, raising bursts of sand and dust. Many pedestrians on both sides of the road all showed resentment, but no one dared to complain. The carriage was made of gold and jade, and it looked like a big man in the inner city was passing by, and no one wanted to ask for trouble.
Ji Yuenian frowned slightly, the sleeves of the Taoist robe flicked, and all the dust that flew over was annihilated into nothingness. Ji Bugui observed the words and thought, secretly thinking that the opportunity came, and immediately jumped forward, and stopped the carriage after a few ups and downs.
"Who is so daring to stop my Zhao family's carriage?"
A coachman scolded and jumped out of the carriage. He was about to speak out, but he suddenly recognized the black armor of the commander Ji Bugui was wearing, and his face became a little dignified.
"So what about the carriage of Zhao's house? How can Zhao's carriage be so presumptuous?" Ji Bugui pulled out a long sword from behind and placed it in front of him, ignoring the driver at all.
The driver's eyes moved slightly, but he was extremely astute and did not respond. Instead, he turned around and opened the curtain of the carriage and reported in a low voice.
After a few breaths, a gentle female voice like Huang Ying came out from the carriage: "Which outer city patrol commander is here?"
Ji Bugui snorted and said, "The big city gate on the west side, Ji Bugui."
The female voice was silent for a moment, then said softly: "It turned out to be Commander Ji, but my Zhao family's carriage has always been so presumptuous, what do you want?"
Although his voice was very gentle and pleasant, in essence, he didn't take Ji Bugui in his eyes at all.
Most of the patrol leaders in the outer city were promoted from the commoners. For the cultivation families in the inner city, they were no different from ants.
Although it is very likely that the surname of Ji Bugui is from the Ji family, but he can be sent to the west side of the city gate as the commander. Even if this person really comes from the Ji family, he must have no status in the Ji family. Word.
"Then you get off the carriage and let this commander check carefully to see if there are monsters and spirits possessed by you!"
Ji Bugui did not give in an inch, the long sword in his hand glowed with a cold light.
"Presumptuous! Miss Zhao Yanran can also be checked by a fool like you?" A scolding sound came to his ears, and a young man in green robe walked down from another carriage and looked at Ji Bugui coldly.
Entering the Profound Beginning Realm! This is a Zhao Jiatianjiao whose heart is ignited!
The commander token on the waist has faintly sensed the cultivation of the young master in green robe, Ji Bugui's heart trembled, but then he thought that the eldest son was watching from behind, but he didn't dare to show weakness.
"I don't care who you are," Ji Bugui gritted his teeth and said word by word, "the inspection can be waived, but just now Miss Zhao's carriage raised the dust and splashed on my son, and she must give it to my family in person. The son will make up for it, no."
Young Master Qingpao laughed angrily, shook his head and said, "When did the eight gates of the outer city have such idiots? They don't even know the carriage of my Zhao family? I really don't know what it means."
After the words were finished, he pinched a seal very casually, and a mysterious light appeared out of thin air, directly smashing Ji Bugui's long sword. The shards of the blade shattered and scattered, causing his entire body to be overturned several meters away by the blasting air wave. One of the sharp residual blades cut off a large piece of flesh and blood directly from his left face.
Gurgling blood gushed out from the wound, Ji Bugui didn't say a word, endured the pain and reluctantly got up, tore a piece of cloth from the cuff to cover the wound on his left face, and said ruthlessly: "I said, let you kneel down and apologize to my son, do you hear me?"
At this time, dozens of people had stopped here, pointing at the two carriages, Ji Bugui and others. Although the official road was wide, there were gradually more and more pedestrians passing by.
She stretched out a slender, snow-white jade hand and opened the curtain of the carriage. Zhao Yanran walked down slowly, her face a little unhappy, and said, "Zhao Sixing, why don't you hurry up and run over this idiot and his son-in-law? My Zhao family. Being pointed at you here, do you have a light on your face?"
Qingpao Young Master Zhao Sixing hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss Yanran, after all, this person is the commander of the big city gate on the west side. If you kill him directly, I'm afraid some..."
"As a member of the Zhao family, when did you become so timid?" Zhao Yanran glanced at Zhao Sixing coldly.
Although she has never ignited her heart, she has a very special position in the Zhao family. Even Zhao Sixing, the concubine of the patriarch who has ignited her heart, dare not pretend to be big in front of her.
"I see," Zhao Sixing replied, turning to look at Ji Bugui, "Where is your son? Call him out quickly, and I will kill you both together."
Just now Ji Yuenian stood far away, and as the number of onlookers gradually increased, he was already submerged in the crowd at this time.
Ji Bugui sneered and said nothing, but his heart was vaguely shaken.
The eldest son had cultivated in the half-step to the realm of truth long before he disappeared. Everyone knows this, and this is also the capital that he dared to indulge in front of Zhao Sixing, the first realm of the Nascent Profound Realm, but... if the eldest son really does not act, then Then his fate would probably be extremely tragic.
Either don't gamble, or gamble to the end, what is hesitating?
Thinking of this, Ji Bugui forcibly settled his mind, raised his head and laughed: "If you want to see my son, you are worthy? Do you know who my son is?"
Zhao Sixing's eyes were slightly cold, and he pinched a trick again, and a mysterious light shot straight at Ji Bugui's neck: "It's ridiculous to be mad at the end of death! I'll take off your dog's head first, and then check your details. For the details, I went to bring your son's kennel!"
Ji Bugui spat fiercely, and then closed his eyes directly.
Eldest son, you must take action, I don't want to die yet.
After a few breaths, Ji Bugui felt that he had never died, so he slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was Zhao Sixing's extremely shocked face.
"You just said that my Ji family is a kennel?"
Ji Yuenian was dressed in a azure robe, her long black hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin, and her beautiful and delicate eyebrows were full of icy coldness.
Only then did Zhao Sixing come back to his senses, his face was a little flustered, and he said, "This... It turned out to be a member of Ji's family, I..."
If it was an ordinary member of the Ji family, Zhao Sixing would not be so panicked at all, but the person in front of him annihilated his profound light spell with just one look, what a terrible cultivation level! ?
"I don't know which son of the Ji family is in the face?"
Zhao Yanran had just gotten on the carriage, but at this time, she walked down again. Although she was surprised by Ji Yuenian's appearance at first, she had no memory of this person at all.
As for the younger generation of Ji's family, only Ji Baiyu, the second room of Ji's family, and Ji Quexue, who shook the ancient city of Taichu some time ago.
Ji Yuenian shook his head slightly, but looked at Zhao Sixing quietly, and said, "Zhao Sixing, the son of the Zhao family, has made a rude remark, so I will temporarily take the place of the Zhao family's patriarch and impose some punishment."
After this sentence was finished, his pale and slender fingers pinched an incomparably complicated seal, and several golden profound energy flowed out, turning into several extremely sharp golden light blades, sweeping towards Zhao Sixing!
Zhao Sixing couldn't help but his face changed greatly. He was a person in the initial stage of the Profound Profound Realm who ignited his heart, but at this time, he was very clearly aware of the completely irresistible tyrannical force within these golden light blades!
In a hurry, Zhao Sixing finally condensed a mysterious shield in front of him, but after a while, the sharp golden blade was already in front of him!
boom!
The mysterious light shield was torn apart in an instant like a piece of paper, and the golden blade was like cutting tofu, strangling over Zhao Sixing's cheek.
Zhao Sixing's face was pale, and he sat cross-legged on the ground. He did not hesitate to spend part of the source of his soul. He used the power of his heart to seal the terrifying wound on his face, and then closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.
If an ordinary person is so traumatized, he will die directly, but Zhao Sixing is a cultivator who ignites his heart, and Ji Yuenian deliberately reserved a little bit of strength, which is worthy of his life.
Many mortals who were watching had already dodged dozens of feet when Zhao Sixing made his move, but at this time, they all withdrew more than ten feet again, watching from a distance.
"I just passed by here, what kind of fairy is fighting?"
"As far as I know, it should be the dispute between the Zhao family and the Ji family."
"Yes, that young master Qingpao who was severely injured is the arrogant figure of the Zhao family in the inner city. It is said that he is a supreme heavenly man with a fire in his heart."
"The fire was ignited, and it was crushed to look like this?"
"Stay far away, these big men in the inner city will never tell any truth about us killing our lives."
"My dear, this is very true. I can just wait and watch the fun from a distance. It's better to go first when the gods fight and bring disaster to Chiyu!"
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At this time, the wound on Ji Bugui's face had already congealed with blood scabs. He looked down at Zhao Sixing, who was a hundred times worse than himself, and secretly cried out in joy.
"You...you are bold! Who the hell are you! As far as I know, apart from Ji Baiyu and Ji Quexue, among the younger generations of the Ji family, there is no other young lady who has ignited their hearts!"
Zhao Yanran never ignited her heart, she just saw Zhao Sixing's disastrous exit in a split second, she couldn't help her complexion change drastically, and she asked in a tender voice.
Ji Bugui stepped out behind Ji Yuenian, snorted coldly, and said, "Miss Zhao Yanran, I'm afraid you forgot, the Ji family also has a son who oppressed his peers, and it was ignited as early as eleven years ago. Heart fire."
Zhao Yanran was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Ji Yuenian again.
It is indeed Qingmei Wuyu, but he is indeed not any Ji family son that he knows.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across my mind.
Zhao Yanran opened her mouth slightly and exclaimed in shock, "Could it be... Could you be... the eldest son of Ji Yuenian who is rumored to have died!"
As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar all around!
A little star appeared in Ji Yuenian's eyes, he brushed his sleeve robe, and spoke softly.
"I am Ji Yuenian."