The small courtyard where Li Ci is located, looking at it with the art of looking at qi, it can be seen that after the wisps of fine qi luck silk threads continue to converge, part of it is caged into the pure white small seal in Li Ci's life pool, and part of it remains in this courtyard, and the clouds are steaming. Such as circling clouds

If Li Ci can control the fortune of ten thousand people, then the number of qi gathered in his mansion will be red, which is commonly known as Zhumen.

Those who have won the Zhumen are already romantic.

As for Dong Zhuo's kind of feudal official, he has the Ming and Huang Qi Luck Liang to support the mansion, and if he can divide the territory, there will be a cyan fortune mansion.

Even if the master dies and loses his luck, he stands in the house, and there are some remnants of qi, which will shadow the future master.

Therefore, it is often not easy to get thousands of gold in the old houses of generations, because there are remnants of the yin and moral qi of the ancestors of the past dynasties.

This is also the reason why people who get rich overnight often buy old houses, from the perspective of financial management, it is to consolidate floating wealth with real estate, but at the same time, it is also thickened and condensed at the level of luck.

Many clans may have ups and downs, but if they are not forced to die, the ancestral house will never change hands.

From a practical point of view, the loss of the ancestral house means that the foundation of the family has been ruined, and it has reached the final desperate situation

Therefore, future generations no longer have the heart to make a comeback, as if they have lost the ancestral heritage, and also lost the glorious history of their ancestors.

From the perspective of luck, this ancestral house is like the roots of a tree buried in the slush in the depths of winter, and there is no reason to dig the roots to satisfy hunger

And as long as it is not dug out, there will be as few as one or two generations, and as many as four or five generations, as long as this foundation is there, it will be possible to reissue the lintel of the revival of branches and leaves.

Even in ordinary people's homes, the children who inherited their father's property are regarded as the pillars of the family, which is the inheritance and acceptance of the family's luck. It is also the alternation of the position of the head of the household, and the head of the household will have some blessings.

According to common sense, if someone becomes the new owner of Li Ci's hut, with the meager accumulation of this house, it may not be possible for the new owner to have a significant change in luck, but it is still possible to increase the fortune of a commoner by a small amount.

But under the roar after Zhang Fei woke up, Li Xi obviously felt that the clouds gathered in the courtyard trembled.

The power of a roar is so great, it is no wonder that in the future, he can repulse 100,000 Cao troops with tens of thousands of troops in one.

It's really because of that black tiger's unique life.

When Li Qi rushed over, Zhang Fei was being tied to a girder with more than two dozen iron chains the thickness of jet-black arms in complex knots.

The naked upper body is not the kind of extremely perverted developed muscles, but just stronger, the body is slender, and each muscle is the most suitable golden ratio for exertion, and it is not exaggeratedly developed, and in some places it even looks thin.

From an aesthetic point of view, it may be slightly inferior.

However, in terms of biomechanics and physics, this is close to the body form that is theoretically best suited for human force.

There is no doubt that this body can burst out with terrifying power.

But at a glance, the most shocking thing is his scar, the entire front chest and then spread to most of the back, there is no intact place, all of which completely replace the scar color of the skin. It's like tearing off the entire human skin on the back and sticking a scar.

Li Ci's mind is firm, and at this moment, he can't help but sigh at the horror of Xiao Liang's ruthlessness, roughly estimating, this person has at least no less than 500 moderate injuries on his body, but he still can't survive, it is completely intentional by the little girl.

Of course, this is also due to Zhang Fei's strong willpower, and if he was replaced by someone else, he was injured by one-tenth of him, and he was already hurt to death.

This person may have a brain that is a world away from Xu Shu and others, but this kind of control of his willpower and the exertion of his own physical strength are also the ultimate in the human body on another level.

If someone admires a demon like Zhuge Kongming, he can count thousands of people to death in the blink of an eye purely with his brain, so he despises martial artists like Zhang Fei, and thinks that there is always a limit to personal force...... It may make sense, but I have to admit that at some times, some guys who are so fierce that they exceed common sense can make the most brilliant head fall to the ground with a white blade in their hands.

If Dong Zhuo hadn't been brute force against the sky, and Zhao Yun had been mistaken in a hurry, then there would be no such heroes in the world, but there was another dead fat man, such as that meeting with Zhang Bao, if Li Xi hadn't cut off all his magic cultivation with a knife, even if Xiao Liang had other plans, but the little girl who didn't believe in ghosts and gods at that time might not be able to be unscathed, and even Ding Yuan was the master of a state, and in terms of official character, she was on par with Dong Zhuo, but life and death were between the thoughts of Sister Lu, a subordinate......

The unification and separation of the six countries is only a dagger away from Jing Ke.

Even one of the most humble Roman soldiers cut off Aristotle's head in an instant.

Li Ci, a 21st century elite who believes that science and technology are the primary productive forces, national quality and national education, and respects brain power as king, has to admit that at least in the era of cold weapons, during this long golden years, chivalry and martial arts are really the ultimate romance that countless men look forward to.

If you draw your sword angrily, the princes will be afraid, and if you go to the clothes, the world will be safe.

However, for Zhang Fei at this moment, he can't see such chic at all.

His hair was soaked with sweat, his skin was scorching, so that a faint white vapor came out, his muscles were exposed, his eyes were bloodshot, his expression was hideous, and he was clenching his teeth.

Daogui bait occurs twice a month, and when the poison occurs, the bait recipient's blood is boiling, and the body feels like fire.

The 362 acupoints up and down the body, the twelve major meridians and their floating veins, all seem to have boiling water rushing through, not taking the antidote and not stopping, and the heart, kidney, liver and three coke fire that have been stimulated have been injured.

The brain, waist spinal cord, and internal organs are all like mosquitoes gnawing at them, burrowing the heart and lungs and eating meat, and the brain is like hundreds of hot needles piercing deeply, and if you don't take the antidote, you will die.

Because of the limited raw materials in the world, Pang Tong only became a pair of Daogui, so he gave it to Xiao Liang, and the rest of the materials were at most two pairs.

Needless to say, it is extremely cherished, plus Pang Tongjue hurts the heavens and harmony, so he will not test the medicine with others, but according to his calculations, the total pain of each attack, after the specific quantification, can kill 750 middle-aged men alive.

Zhang Fei's exposed skin at the moment, pouring some water on it, will immediately evaporate into water vapor, and his whole body at the moment seems to have been repeatedly run over by a scorching iron, even if the skin and flesh are not injured, the pain is only a lot more.

Li Ci, who understood this, was shocked in his heart, you must know that Zhang Fei did not let out a little painful moan, and he completely maintained a clear consciousness.

Those cold and fierce eyes, although they were bloodshot and tortured uncontrollably by severe pain, occasionally in a trance, they were still calm and resolute. Even that ferocity and unruliness did not diminish in the slightest.

Standing outside the threshold of the hut, he looked at Zhang Fei three or four steps away from him who was firmly bound.

He bent down slightly and said:

"Li Xixian thanked Zhang Zhuangshi for sparing his life last time......"

After that, he pinched off a third of the antidote in his sleeve, stepped forward to pinch open Zhang Fei's mouth and fed it to him, the pill melted in his mouth, and a cool flow spread into Zhang Fei's body.

However, after a moment's effort, it was obvious that Zhang Fei's tense iron-like muscles were a little relaxed, obviously the pain of the attack had been reduced a lot.

Zhang Fei was hung on a pillar, and Li Xianian was small and short, so he had a feeling of being looked down upon by him.

Zhang Fei, who was still in the drug attack, almost lost all his strength, and even if the pain was greatly relieved, it was still unbearable pain for ordinary people.

But at this time, he didn't look like he was being tortured by captives at all, on the pillar, the iron chain wrapped around the upper body of the ****, like a set of rough black iron armor.

The eyes are wild and fierce, and even though the body is broken, the back is always supporting the pillar, not bent or soft.

It is like a lonely majestic peak that is covered by snow and sand, but still stands tall.

At a glance, you can tell that it is the kind of heroic character whose waist can be broken, but it is impossible to be bent.

Li Xi secretly regretted that perhaps it was as infeasible to let this kind of character bow down to the enemy as it was to let a fierce and loyal minister like Wen Tianxiang defect to the enemy.

was thinking about how to deal with the person in front of him, but he didn't want Zhang Fei to speak one step ahead of him.

The voices all had a cruel aura, like the strongest wine spilled on a cold blade.

Just six words

"Kill me, or get the wine."

[There will be more tonight]