The end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

At the time of the third watch, the moon and stars are scarce, and in a secluded corner of a rural village, there is a low hut.

The skeleton is mostly made of wood, and it is covered with dried plants that resemble thatch. Thanks to the fact that it hasn't rained in the last few days, it's dry and there are no signs of mold.

A few knots hang from the eaves, and a few grass carp of different sizes are dried. It was caught by the owner of this place a few days ago.

In a yard ten steps to the end, the firewood is still neatly stacked, and the others are clean, but a pile of pig and dog bones is stained with blood and is placed in the corner of the small yard.

The water in a large wooden barrel of boiling water was already cold, and the cold water that had been soaked over the livestock had a faint red and bloody smell.

The large cutting board was a little disorganized with old and new knife marks on it.

All this proves that the owner of this family is a butcher by profession.

In today's world, the butcher is certainly not on the stage, but after all, he is a stable livelihood, and the owner of this family is quite popular in this village.

Li Jiazi, Li Xi, is only eleven years old this year, but he is experienced in slaughtering dogs and pigs, and he is precise and precise in his knife, and he can kill an adult pig in just a few clicks, not so much mud and water. In the eyes of the villagers, he is the best butcher in the village in ten years.

The prey that the Orion threw at him to pack up no matter how big and small, must have been cleaned up neatly when he came the next day, and he never had the filth of secretly leaving half a piece of meat on his own. Recently, this kid has even started to go into the mountains with Orion, and can bring back a rabbit and pheasant and other small things to satisfy his hunger.

Since his adoptive father died of tuberculosis two years ago, the Li family, who was worried that he would not survive, actually started this job decently.

The drunkard in the village also swore that he had seen the Li family kid use a knife to solve the matter of a rabbit in three or five strokes.

Li Ci, who is only 11 years old this year, is handsome and kind to the people in the village.

A few of the sisters-in-law were thinking about hiring him as a son-in-law in a few years.

When passing by this small hut on weekdays, I always have to secretly glance at the most handsome offspring in this small village, and then have different thoughts.

In their opinion, although Li Ci is not as good as the scholars in the township that the old lady in the village said, he is also a top talent.

And in the middle of the night today, Li Ci, who was missed by a lot of girls, pushed open the door lightly as usual, and walked out of a young man in shoddy cloth clothes, immature eyebrows and eyes, but delicate and aura.

Compared with ordinary eleven or twelve-year-old children of the same age, he has developed better, so his skeleton is stretched and straight, and his height is also taller.

The only difference is that when I see the innocent and childish smiling faces of the people in the village during the day, it has become a little quiet and vicissitudes at the moment.

Stepping on straw sandals and walking slowly in the yard, rubbing a snowy knife in his hand, sighing faintly, two years, it has been two years since he arrived in this world, and all kinds of things in his previous life are like a dream of Nanke.

Qingjun, Tuxian, Yanghe Township, an era that is plausible with memory.

Compared with the end of the Han Dynasty, there is no big difference between the big states in the world, the distribution pattern, and even the Yellow Turban Rebellion in the memory, but if it is said that this is the Three Kingdoms, it is quite different from what Li Ci read in the history books or romances.

For example, this is Youzhou.

But for no reason, a Qingjun, Tu County, Yanghe Township, and Bai Village appeared

Han Gaozu still killed the White Snake and rebelled, but the storyteller's mouth was to win four out of seven battles with Xiang Yu, and the country was decided. ，

The rule of Wenjing and Guangwu Zhongxing are still the same. The Han Dynasty has been passed down to the country for hundreds of years

Before the outbreak of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, the imperial court tried to prohibit its development, so some officials in the imperial capital of Qianshi conspired against it in the name of doing the right thing for the great sages and good teachers.

As a result, the riots broke out out of control, taking the lead but still not succeeding, and now they are still being suppressed by the imperial court quite miserably.

There is a wandering ranger named Liu Bei in the township market, who calls himself King Jing of Zhongshan, but he doesn't sell straw shoes anymore.

or listening to the clouds in the market, telling the storyteller, or even seeing it with his own eyes, all kinds of plausibility made Li Ci a little irritable at first.

But then I was relieved that it was unknown how much truth was submerged in the vast history, and it was fortunate that I could learn that a deviation was not a big result as a descendant.

He let out a long breath, sat cross-legged in the courtyard, and breathed out the method of the bright moon above his head, and a trace of the moon and the qi machine invisible to ordinary people were breathed out by Li Ci, and were pulled from heaven and earth, although it was just a drop of water in the endless sea, but it was enough for Li Ci.

The little remnants of the moonlight, which were almost shallow to nothingness between heaven and earth, nourished the body in a circle with the flow of breathing and blood vessels, and finally most of them still merged into the eyes to nourish Li Xi's eyes, although the effect was small as moistening the dead wood with a small drop of water.

But after two years of continuous cultivation, it can be regarded as a small introduction to the water drop stone.

In his previous life, the last relic of the old immortal who harmed him a lot, the ancient book still fell into the hands of Li Ci, and it had already been destroyed behind the cooking, leaving no trace.

Although it is only sixty percent of the fragments, the complete description of several methods in it still benefits Li Ci a lot.

This method of looking at qi is one of them, and it is a method of collecting the essence of the sun and the moon to nourish the eyes and observe the increase and decrease of qi luck.

With the current Li Qige's position, he can't check the luck of the upper echelons above the white qi, but he can basically say that the increase or decrease of the luck of his small village can basically be said to be clear.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Li Ci finally finished his cultivation, and slowly opened his eyes, only to see that the gray and white qi in his house and courtyard was imperceptibly thicker than a few days ago, because this house was where Li Ci was sheltered, and he couldn't help but be related to his life, and there was a manifestation of luck.

Those scattered qi machines were scattered like spider silk, and there was no order of scale, and Li Xi felt that a tiny tenth of the amount was still absorbed by himself......

As soon as the mind moved, I looked into the root of myself, where the ancient book called the "Destiny Pool" was.

It is written in ancient books that those who live have flesh and blood, and those who live in the pool are unique to people, who accept the qi of a lifetime, and the prosperity and decline of a lifetime of contemplation. As for those people with the destiny of heaven, or by virtue of their own gathering of atmospheric luck, they can even raise a kind of destiny in the fate pool, and then they will either be rich and noble, or crowned kings and marquises, or even reign in Shenzhou, and dominate the world alone.

However, according to Li Xi's own estimates, looking at the Three Kingdoms to the Jin Dynasty, there are more than a billion people in the world, and there can be a kind of life, no matter how high or low it will not exceed 100,000 people, most of them are reading seeds, and they are cultivated through the career of An Minke's military exploits, if they are born with a life, there will be no more than 1,500 people.

As for Li Ci at this moment, not to mention the divine object of life, even his life pool is only a square inch, the size of a palm, barely filled with one-third of the gray qi.

There was a pleasant smile on his green face. If you wait until this life pool is full, your life will probably be able to go further, and the old village chief of this village will probably not live until next spring, so you can't miss the opportunity, and you can plan to replace it.

Compared with farming in the fields, Li Xi kills pigs and dogs, so from time to time there are hunters who come to the door, which can add a little more popularity, because there is no entanglement and deep involvement, these luck from the hunters and villagers in the village are still like dew in the grass, rootless and sourceless, and most of them do not last long.

But after all, compared with others, they have a little bit of a shallow friendship with themselves to beg for water or give each other a few taels of meat, if it is a harmless thing, it is likely to have a little bit of a tendency to be like nothing, which makes Li Ci more fortunate than those ordinary farmers.

If there are seven or eight brothers in the Wang family in the village, all of whom are closely related to each other, under the collusion of luck, it is estimated that his father has begun to transform from gray to white, after all, the number of his family accounts for one-tenth of the village, and even the village chief has to give a few smiles.

If he can become the head of this village, Li Xi estimates the number of seventy or eighty people in the village, and this kind of relationship in name, he will probably be able to transform the gray and white luck into pure white. It can make the people of the village do something not too much for themselves.

If you can make a village feel grateful and win the hearts of everyone, you can probably fill the life pool with pure white qi, and the position above the village chief can also be expected at that time.

Although this kind of thing is almost an impossible goal for these rural people in the village who have never had the opportunity to gather their luck in their lives, it is not out of reach for Li Ci.

Immersed in the heart to the pool of life, with the rotation of the mind, the one-third of the luck fluctuations, slowly emerged a red tip, little by little to grow the whole picture, is a red lotus bud, but the size of a big fingernail.

But it is extremely auspicious, the fairy spirit, and the red light and aura linger.

According to ancient records,

Gaozu beheaded the white snake in Mangdang Mountain, and a strange person said: "This white emperor, after a few generations, will usurp the country to repay today's cause......

Gao Zu is worried, there are strangers who offer red seeds, and the first emperor is looking for immortals......

It can be planted in the corpse of the snake, and the red lotus is transported in the town, and its flesh and blood essence is collected into a killing talisman, which locks its soul, and suffers from eternal refinement, and cannot be superborn in all eternity...... Gao Zuxi, according to this method, bury the snake"

Li Ci accidentally found that the pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep killed by himself did have a wisp of blood and evil qi absorbed by this bud, but it was too slow, and it was only after killing eighty rabbits that a light red killing character urn could be condensed, although the power of a knife still did not increase or decrease, and the traces on the cutting board did not weigh a point or two.

If it weren't for the chance to see the roe deer's soul turn into ashes under that knife, Li Xi was afraid that he would die of depression.

But Li Ci has to admit that this is indeed the practice of destroying heavenly things, according to the ancient books, this killing character urn is specially used to seize luck, that is, to kill, according to the luck of the killed, the probability of Li Ci's success in killing will also increase or decrease, but once successful, there will always be some luck flowing into Li Ci's life pool.

Instead of slaughtering pigs and dogs like now, absorbing the lowest bloody breath in the essence of living beings. It's like killing a chicken with a knife.

Even its most anti-heaven effect is that it can take other people's lives for yourself, otherwise it would never be offered as one of the elixirs that the first emperor searched the world for.

However, after Ying Zheng got it, he took the power of the Son of Heaven to kill the world, burned books and pit Confucianism, and finally used his qi to pile up millions of lives to the point of immortal energy, and even cooperated with the life of the black dragon of Shuide, which can be regarded as immortal.

But after all, the number of days is broken, and under the damnation of God, I have to die.

After that, the lotus seed was re-transformed, and finally passed into Liu Bang's hands.

The luck of unifying China, coupled with the qi of the Supreme Heavenly Son, was offset by the karma of killing millions of innocent people indiscriminately, and finally the luck dissipated, and it was inevitable to die.

Under the magnificence of the Heavenly Dao, Li Ci, a guy with thin luck, really didn't dare to act rashly.

Moreover, a modern person who has received an education in the orthodox legal system really cannot pass this hurdle for a while.

What's more, Li Xi really didn't think that those fierce men with high force and perversion could be killed by themselves, unless they were already half beaten to death, and they had to be tied up and unable to move. Only then can he calmly mend the knife.

Under the trade-off, he has only been a butcher for more than two years, although he has not made much progress, but he has also accumulated more than the number of hands, although there is only the lowest level of light red, which is also rare.

Although according to ancient records, there are rare century-old beasts in the mountains in this era, with strong luck, as long as enough manpower is mobilized to abuse them to half death, and then Li Xi mends the knife, and even more benefits, and because people are born with a position to press such livestock, in addition to the liquidation of the underworld after death, they cannot be retribution. There is no innocent thing, and the curse is even more nonsense.

But such a vast event, it has to be the prince to have the strength to do it, and Li Ci has not been naïve enough to think of daydreaming.

"The Yellow Turbans are in turmoil, the Yellow Turbans are in decline, and the world is about to be a chaotic world according to memory, and it is no longer feasible to be an official and govern the country

And it's too disappointing to this spirit seed Zhenyun Lotus that was born by adhering to the killing.

Only by gathering troops in the countryside and fighting the world in a bloody battle can it be regarded as making the best use of things.

Maybe you can win a cyan orthodox luck, and after death, you can also be an earth immortal and a ghost fairy or something, and you don't have to suffer from reincarnation. ”

Li Xi muttered that after thinking about it, he did feel that this was a feasible method, but in this era, without fame and background, it is really difficult to raise the flag, it is too difficult to use the people as capital, and it is not easy to gather people.

Although Li Ci knows that this is not the same as in history, judging from what he knows so far, he can still basically determine the time point of the major event, so it has not been too long since Dong Zhuo entered Beijing to take charge. As the prelude to the chaos of the Han Dynasty, there was not much time left for Li Ci to accumulate.

After taking a deep breath, he got rid of distracting thoughts and took advantage of the moonlight to take one of the daily compulsory classes to watch the luck of more than a dozen households in the village.

Faintly there is a black, white and gray gossamer, which cannot be formed into a piece, and it seems to be extinguished with a snap of a finger, but it is actually so.

Such a small rural village without wealth, people, power, and combat effectiveness is like a pig and a dog for a guy who is a little more on the table, even if it is a bandit leader in a small cottage.

The house in the northwest is relatively pure and white, with seven or eight white filaments thicker than spider silk floating and hovering near the door of the house.

It's like low-level microorganisms eating under a microscope, which is quite interesting, but Li Ci is a little worried between his eyebrows.

The old village chief is sixty years old this year, which is considered a long life in the troubled times when the average life expectancy is only forty or fifty years old, but after all, he can't survive his life, his health is getting worse and worse, and his mental head is also very bad.

I thought I could survive until this winter, but I didn't expect that there would be death and illness gathering outside the house now, and it was obvious that the limit was not far away.

It can be known from the fact that the luck of each family is no longer close to the door of the village chief's house as usual, but what makes Li Ci frown is that the luck thread of more than 70 people in the village is actually gathering to the Wang family at this moment.

This is tantamount to adding trouble to Li Ci, who is now lacking in luck but wants to compete for the position of the head of a village.

In fact, originally this village was small, and the fortune of less than 100 people was not worth it, and it was not a decisive fate for the big people.

But for a white-bodied grass man like Li Ci, it is indeed the safest first step. No risk, no publicity.

And since he accidentally glanced at the west side of the village half a year ago, there was a faint little red gas, and it loomed for a moment every month

He carefully checked it a few times in the past and asked the old people in the village, and after that, Li Ci became more thoughtful about the position of the village head.

There was a small temple that had been destroyed in this village more than ten years ago, and there was no incense for more than ten years, but there were still miraculous appearances under the hope, it must be a character who had taken almost half the country luck before his death, if it could be repaired intact, Li Xi would have a period of luck increase, and naturally sold a small god here an incense feeling.

Although the heroes who can compete for the world are all prosperous, even the righteous gods who have been honored or the princes who have been posthumously sealed are not allowed to disturb them closely, but there is more protection in the underworld, which is beneficial to themselves or their descendants.

If you repair the temple as a villager, you will get some benefits, but after all, it is not as bright as the village chief, and you will benefit a lot. There is also the current Li Ci who has no money. Only when you become the head of the village can you raise funds in an upright manner. Or ask the township officials to allocate funds.

Of course, the most important thing is to have a village of people looking forward to the landlord's position, so that there is no need to avoid being harmed by it. The ancient books recorded all kinds of Yin gods, although Li Ci still has his own judgment and reservations, he is not willing to believe it all, after all, the person who makes the book will inevitably have some speculation due to the limitations of the times, but it still makes Li Ci afraid of the Yin God.

"The old man of the Wang family, 57 years old, has seven sons, all of them are brave, and the people in the village are in awe......"

Li Ci stroked the knife in his hand and said with a smile: "I hope you don't become an old man of the Wang family, at the age of 57, and all the people and animals are ......."

Stretch his arms, just as he has practiced countless times for more than a year, with a beautiful arc and precise force, he nailed the knife smelted by modern technology to the opposite side.

Then he rubbed his nose shyly and said softly: "Tsk, sleepy, sleepy, go to sleep......"