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"What's wrong, brother?" Seeing that his brother kept staring at him, Xiao Xiao was a little embarrassed.

"The eighteenth year of the female college has changed, my sister is getting more and more beautiful, wait a few days, my brother will definitely find a good husband for you. Chang Jin smiled dumbly. If you can look at qi, you must also be cultivating the supernatural power of the "Meditation Sutra".

Wait, Wangqi?Chang Jin keenly felt that he had caught something. Unfortunately, this thought flashed through my mind and disappeared from my mind.

After nearly twenty busy days, he finally finished copying a few volumes of the collection.

After breakfast, Chang Jin wrapped the bookbook and walked out of the house on his back.

In the farmland outside the village, many farmers are busy plowing the fields. Seeing the busy crowd, Chang Jin stood on the dirt road on the edge of the ground in surprise. I saw that these people were the same as my sister, and there was a trace of gray breath on the top of their heads, and the breath was thick and thin, strong and weak.

What is going on? He walked towards Qingshan Town, and as he continued to observe carefully, he saw that there was a faint hint of red on the top of one of his head. This is the third time I've seen red, and although it's weak, it's noticeably different from the others.

When it comes to the thick and strong red airflow, the muddy palace is as thick as a finger, and it rises more than three feet high, and the wind blows but does not slanted. The second is the weasel, which is about the thickness of three sticks of incense.

The most inferior is the farmer in front of him, only a trace.

This breath should be available to everyone, the horror in Chang Jin's heart gradually subsided, and the word that came to mind before the meal popped up again.

This kind of supernatural power should be called the art of looking at qi on the earth, and those people who come out of their heads belong to popularity, and the red arrogance on their heads represents a person's luck, and can even determine the level of future achievements.

I am just a scholar, and I have red luck, I don't know what kind of luck those who are officials and cultivators? Chang Jin had a lot of thoughts in his mind for a while, and recalled that he had read many similar records in books in his previous life.

For example, Emperor Wei Wen Cao Pi was born, "When the emperor was born, there were clouds of blue and round like a car cover on it, all day long, those who looked at qi thought it was the most noble."

Evidence, not the spirit of human ministers. ”

Sima Ruizhi's birth is even more straightforward - "There is a difference in divine light, and a room is clear."

This is indeed popularity, popularity is strong and weak, it should represent a person's talent and luck, etc., which also determines the level of the other party's future achievements.

The top of his head was a red aura, which was originally brought by the magic pen, and then gradually increased with his cultivation.

"Heaven and earth are all working together, and heroes are not free" Chang Jin remembered a famous saying in history again, it turned out that this sentence was about luck.

Obviously, luck is not static, and as the realm ascends and changes naturally, ordinary people should be the same. If it is a coincidence, it is natural to break through its own luck and destiny.

For example, Jiang Yan, who dreamed of writing flowers, was because the magic pen suddenly disappeared in his mind, and since then, his luck has been greatly reduced, and his thoughts are no longer there.

Or someone suddenly buys a lottery ticket and wins millions, these are all cases of luck.

I don't know what kind of magical power it will be when I enter the third turn of human immortals.

Chang Jin kept guessing in his heart, and walked forward.

Walking into the city, Chang Jin is also observing the luck of the pedestrians on the street, most of them are white, and some are even very weak, most of these people are suffering from diseases and may die at any time.

Well...... What is that?

Walking more than half a mile along the street towards the city, Chang Jin hurriedly stopped and looked up into the distance.

I saw a house in the distance, and the red mist was constantly churning, like a big seal covering it. At the same time, there are also traces of air currents around it, adding a bit of majesty to this large seal.

Dozens of zhang away, Chang Jin could also feel the coercion carried by the airflow, which made him feel like he wanted to bow.

Confused, he stopped a young man passing by: "This little brother, what kind of house is that place?"

The other party glanced at him suspiciously, and replied: "You can see clearly, it is the county government of Tongqu County!"

"Oh, oh, it's the county government, I know" Chang Jin let go of his hand in a sneer. He naturally knew that this place was where the county government was located, but he was confused for a while with things in his mind.

The red seal above the county government should be the luck of Tongqu County, it is connected with the luck of the people under its rule, and the slightest gray breath is owned by the people of the entire Tongqu County, which is the foundation of this land. The luck under the rule of a county is naturally strong and abnormal, no wonder he feels unwell.

In this way, the county order should also get this kind of luck. Why ordinary people feel very small when they see officials, and they can't even speak, it should be the reason for the influence of officials' luck. Chang Jin looked at it, sighed in his heart, withdrew his sense, and turned away from the direction of the county office.

When he approached Mingyang Academy, his perception also changed, and he could clearly see the red air flow above the academy rising into the sky, although it was not as thick as the county government, but the color was pure, condensed but not dispersed, which made people suddenly feel a sense of brilliance in their hearts.

I remember that in the temple, Bai Susu also said that he had cultivated Haoran Qi and had a spirit in his writing. It seems that Confucian scholars are full of poetry and books, self-cultivation, and when they read to the state of enlightenment, they can naturally cultivate atmospheric luck. I remember that Bai Susu also said that if this luck is strong enough to a certain situation, ghosts and gods will not be able to get close to ordinary demons at all.

Thinking about this, Chang Jin thought of Wang Shouren on the earth. He is the master of the 6 kings' minds, proficient in Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, and can lead the army to fight, is a rare all-round Confucianism in history.

It is said that he once went out to study and stayed overnight in a ruined temple, and a ghost appeared in the middle of the night to intimidate Wang Shouren. Shouren raised his sword and rose up, and shouted a long howl of hymns, and before he finished reading a poem, he directly scattered the ghost thing's real soul.

Looking back now, Chang Jin was envious, not knowing when he would be able to cultivate Haoran Qi to such a state.

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a dizziness in his head, and Venus appeared in front of him.

Chang Jin hurriedly walked to the tea stall on the side of the road and asked for a bowl of tea to taste carefully. After a stick of incense, the spirit gradually recovered.

After probing his own situation, he knew it in his heart. This method of looking at qi is extremely depleting of divine sense, and it cannot be used continuously, otherwise it will hurt oneself.

After entering the academy and handing over the book copy written by the previous time, the master immediately distributed hundreds of silver coins to Chang Jin after inspecting it. With so much money,

He plans to buy some white noodles, and the rest of the money will buy an ornament for his sister. The little girl has grown so big, and she hasn't worn any ornaments yet.

More than ten days passed in a flash, and the little chick had already gotten up and was busy, and then called his brother to eat.

However, the little girl was obviously not in high spirits, and Chang Jin was pulled by her when she left the house after eating: "Brother, no matter how I think about it, I feel unsteady." If you don't go and ask Master Liu for a favor again, we can make more silver, get rid of this errand service, and don't send those few acres of land out, if it really doesn't work, I'll give Liu Zhisheng a ......."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Chang Jin glared at and reprimanded.

Xiaoxiao was startled by his voice and hurriedly stopped.

"Don't worry, my brother will definitely return safely," Chang Jin replied lightly, holding the sword in his hand. Now that he has entered the second turn of human immortals, it may be difficult to kill the white-headed tiger demon, and it is absolutely no problem to protect himself.

He didn't let the little girl give her off, but walked out of the village alone. There were villagers greeting each other from time to time on the road, but most of them looked at Chang Jin with unbearable expressions, obviously not optimistic about going into the mountains to hunt tigers this time.

Chang Jin didn't care what others thought, and walked straight to Qingshan Town with the rising sun.

When he walked into the entrance of Qingshan Town, he inadvertently turned his head to look at the River Temple in the distance, and his face showed a look of surprise.

I saw that the red qi above the river temple was like a pillar, and from the appearance alone, it was even a little stronger than the top of Mingyang Academy. However, if you look closely, you can see that the red qi is mixed with a trace of black mist, like an evil ghost, which is obviously not a serious thing.

Qingshan Town is not big, there are only two vertical and two horizontal four tic-tac-toe streets, and Liu's house is located in the center of the town. The area is remote, and no one else is there except for the merchants who buy furs from other places, so the town is not very prosperous.

Chang Jin had no intention of admiring the landscape on both sides of the street, so he went directly to Liu's house to report and met Liu Zhisheng for the first time. This man has a pair of triangular eyes and a treacherous face, and at a glance he knows that he is not a good bird.

"Are you Chang Jin?" While Chang Jin was looking at the other party, Liu Zhisheng also looked up and down with hanging eyes. He suddenly realized that he didn't know much about this young man, and when he heard Wang Mazi's words before, the other party should be a poor scholar.

But seeing this person standing in the court, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp, calm as Yue, and the elegant bearing that came with him could not be concealed at all, where he looked like a poor and sour person who read and read stupidly.

"Master Liu, I am Chang Jin" He replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Okay, if you dare to join the Tiger team, you must be quite brave. I won't say much now, just wait for your triumphant return before celebrating......" Liu Zhisheng didn't plan to talk too much, and let the other party leave without smiling and explaining a few words.

Out of Liu's house, Chang Jin saw that the time was not early, so he simply walked into a tavern on the side of the road. Order a plate of cooked beef, and drink it slowly with a bowl of turbid wine.

originally thought that Liu Zhisheng would give himself a dismissal when he met just now, but he didn't know that the other party didn't say much at all. The more this is the case, the more certain he is in his heart that the other party will calculate himself in the mountains.

The winemaking technology in this world is not well developed, and it is not specially filtered, so the wine looks a little cloudy. As the bowl shakes, a lot of sake lees rise and fall. Bai Juyi's poem "Green Ant New Brew Wine, Red Clay Small Stove." "That's what I'm talking about.

In his previous life, he was used to drinking spirits, and Chang Jin felt that this rice wine was as light as water, and it was difficult to drink the taste. He wondered if he would find an opportunity to get a recipe for distilling soju and sell it to a restaurant for a few taels of silver. However, this is something to be considered later, so let's read the difficulties first.

After a few sips, Chang Jin put down the big bowl with some disappointment and took a slice of cooked beef with chopsticks.

This tasted good, and while tasting it, Chang Jin's heart moved, and he turned his head to watch a few splashy gigglers enter the store, and walked straight towards the table where he was.

He frowned slightly, knowing that disaster was coming.