Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

He suspected that his Originium skill was not ice.

"Zuo Xuanliao, help me!"

"Stop picking on me! What are you doing?"

Zuo Xuanliao was sitting aside drinking water and taking a rest when he was suddenly pulled over by Yuan Congqian.

Yuan Congqian asked seriously: "Look at this rangefinder, what do you see on it?"

Zuo Xuanliao was completely confused. He looked at it for a moment but couldn't see anything unusual. He thought Yuan Congqian was showing off his Source Stone skills in another way. He congratulated him coldly, and then warned Yuan Congqian that he was not that familiar with him and shouldn't talk to him casually.

Yuan Congqian naturally would not listen to the second half of the sentence.

Yuan Congqian was certain that his Originium skill should be the collapse paradigm!

Why are his magic missiles fast, arc-shaped and difficult to observe? Because after using the collapse paradigm·nonlinear movement, the shortest distance between two points is no longer a straight line. Yuan Congqian is also affected by his own Originium skills, and his perception of the rangefinder is completely different from that of others.

This makes sense if explained using the collapse paradigm.

The Yuan family's race is not an ordinary family.

In addition to the same tail as the little tiger Shi Huaiya, Yuan Congqian's hair ends are feathered, and there are also feathers around the round ears of cats, which is a characteristic of Liberi. In summary, when Yuan Congqian has an E2 portrait one day, his spirit behind him will be a flying tiger.

In previous lives, these winged animals were called winged beasts and were painted with Kui god patterns. The ancients preferred to add wings to the three auspicious animals: rat, dragon, and tiger.

For example, in the Investiture of the Gods, King Wen of Zhou dreamed of a white-browed tiger with wings growing from its ribs entering his tent, and his ministers said it was a sign of good fortune; the Classic of Mountains and Seas records that Qiongqi is like a tiger with wings, and is one of the four evil beasts in ancient mythology along with Taowu, Hun Dun, and Taotie. As for whether it is an evil beast or an auspicious beast?

Yuan Congqian's Originium technique is the Collapse Paradigm, so he obviously wouldn't have anything to do with auspicious beasts.

On the other hand, the discussion about the combination of short and fat and tall and thin also came to an end.

The civil official of the Ministry of Industry took Yuan Congqian's hand and said to him:

"I came back from studying abroad at the Royal School of Magicians of Londinium. Young Master, there is no professional magician school in Dayan now. The Ministry of Industry thinks it should be managed by the Ministry of Industry, and the Heavenly Masters' Mansion thinks it should be managed by the Heavenly Masters' Mansions in various places. But even now, they still use the old master-disciple tradition to teach! They also teach you loyalty to the emperor and philosophy...

I have a quota for the Ministry of Works to fill the Imperial College. I can send you to the Royal School of Magicians to study. After you return to Da Yan after your studies, you can directly work in the Ministry of Works. The situation of the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of War, and the Heavenly Master's Mansion is unclear, and it is far less stable than the Ministry of Works..."

"No, I have my own ideas... Thank you for your kindness, Min Cao."

Of course, Yuan Congqian politely refused in the face of Min Cao's regretful gaze.

Putting aside the unstable political situation in Victoria, he could go to Longmen and confront Kosice directly after returning from studying abroad. Isn't this Ministry of Industry the civil engineering industry that Yuan Congqian was most familiar with in his previous life? A surveyor came to him to make a big promise, and it would be impolite for him to accept it.

I don’t know whether Min Cao’s regret is the loss of a talented person or the loss of the holy body.

The civil official of the Ministry of Works continued to work hard with the two poor students, while the instructor went up to the stage of the martial arts arena again at 9:45 to start the next class. As usual, those who wanted to listen took their swords to the stage, and those who were lazy went to sleep in the wooden house.

This time, I only lectured for an hour, and the rest of the time I practiced on my own with the wooden stake.

Zuo Xuanliao's face was ruddy. He had been exposed to the mountain sun for a whole morning, but he didn't sweat much. On the contrary, Chen Zhijun was sweating profusely and looked miserable. Zuo Xuanliao saw Yuan Congqian coming over, his face changed, he sat up and wanted to leave, but was blocked by Yuan Congqian two or three times in a row.

"Yuan Congqian! It's never going to end, right?"

"Alright, alright, Brother Zuo, we are all classmates..."

Chen Zhijun didn't know about the Xuanwu Gate incident yet, and didn't know that Zuo Xuanliao was framed as a traitor by Yuan's people. He tried to persuade them while wiping his sweat. Zuo Xuanliao knew that the incident of Xuanwu Gate couldn't be told to outsiders, and he couldn't explain why he wanted to stay away from Yuan Congqian. He could only stare at Yuan Congqian.

Yuan Congqian had no choice.

He was unfamiliar with the place, and if he didn't seize the opportunity of Zuo Xuanliao, a familiar face with a bright future, what would he do if he was bullied in the Imperial College?

He is just an underage Filin who can only use the Originium technique of the collapse paradigm!

Chapter 10: A gentleman never waits for revenge

The capital, Zhuque Street, Anlefang.

The Imperial College only has half-day classes, and the lecturers and doctors go out for drinks in the afternoon.

Yuan Congqian paid out of his own pocket to invite Zuo Xuanliao and Chen Zhijun to have lunch at a winery with fairly good conditions.

This place is called Fuchun Tower. The Yuan family received half of the profit dividends. It is a three-story duplex wooden structure with a small, carefully maintained lotus pond and pine tree backdrop in the middle.

When Yuan Congqian traveled through time, there were still lotuses growing in the wind. A month later, the lotus pond had become dilapidated, with only the beautiful trees and round branches remaining in the shade of the afternoon.

Speaking of these two well-crafted sentences by Zhou Bangyan.

Yuan Congqian originally wanted to try his luck again and steal a few elegant and graceful long poems from Du Fu and Zhou Meicheng, in order to buy fame and try his luck in becoming a top idol in Beijing culture through a poem.

Who would have thought that as soon as he sat down in Fuchunlou that day, a woman in a white robe with blue eyes and blue hair came in to buy wine.

She could not say that she could see clearly at a glance the metaphors, lamentations and experiences contained in Zhou Bangyan's poems, but at least she could see through Yuan Congqian at a glance.

After that, Yuan Congqian was busy collecting intelligence and gave up copying and composing lyrics.

"Xiao Zuo, Lao Chen, what would you like to eat?"

"Are there any Longmen dishes?" Chen Zhijun asked.

Yuan Congqian smiled and said, "Of course, I'll make the decision. How about pork belly in clear soup and clay pot rice? But since you're here, you should try the dishes that the chef of Fuchunlou is best at. I'll give you an extra portion of roasted feathered beast meat and milk custard."

"..." Zuo Xuanliao didn't really want to pay attention to Yuan Congqian.

He was pulled here by Chen Zhijun, but he is not the kind of person who would say he can't read the atmosphere after being treated to a meal.

After weighing the pros and cons, Zuo Xuanliao selected a few dishes that were at the bottom of the price list, which were acceptable considering his subsidy in the Taiwei Mansion and his work-study program.

"To be honest, sir, I am a little... short of money."

Chen Zhijun touched the polished jade plate, and his hand shrank at the cold and smooth touch. He paused and said, "Longmen is different from the cities in Da Yan. The main currency used is Cherwen from the northwestern Ursus country. In the capital, few shops accept it."

"At the border of a country, there are so many merchants, how can the Longmen prefect allow foreign money to dominate the market?"

Zuo Xuanliao frowned, quite dissatisfied with Longmen's superiors.

Yuan Congqian shook his head and smiled. The current ruler of Longmen is the Black Snake Kosice of Ursus. It only belongs to Yan State in name. It was not until Old Wei went to Longmen and drove Kosice away with Edward that Longmen became the commercial center of Terra because of Wei Yanwu's royal status.

The current Zuo Xuanliao is a passionate and gullible male college student, which is very different from the old man he saw in the game. In 1053, the fathers of those familiar characters in the game were considered to be born early.

Chen Zhijun snorted: "There are no reasons, only the word incompetence."

Yuan Congqian chuckled. He was unable to resist Koschei's Originium skills. Being possessed, that didn't mean he was incompetent.

"It would take a capable prefect to govern and spend ten years changing the customs and habits to accomplish this," said Zuo Xuanliao.

"Longmen is like this every year. The prefects have changed two, but the rats in the gutter are getting fatter. The word 'skillful' has been given to three prefects. I wonder which lucky prefect will commit a crime and be exiled to Longmen?"

"It will happen sooner or later. Why should we wait day and night to put order in chaos? When the general and the left general have sorted out the administration and cleared the Dragon Gate, it will be as easy as pie."

Zuo Xuanliao refuted Chen Zhijun's words very seriously.

"Alas, you haven't even tasted a bite of Longmen food, and you're talking about governing Longmen."

Old Chen looked at Yuan Congqian and said, "Brother Zuo and I are only military candidates. I am afraid we will not see the day when Longmen will be transformed. If Mr. Yuan is ever sent to Longmen as a prefect, please rebuild my hometown. I know Longmen is not a good place, but..."

"Okay, Mr. Chen, let's eat our food." Yuan Congqian stopped Lao Chen's request.

Lao Chen is very smart, so smart that he is a little not so smart.

He always called Zuo Xuanliao "Brother Zuo", but always called Yuan Congqian "Mr. Langjun".

It is hard to say whether he can continue to be a relative by marriage.

If Wei Yanwu's younger brother succeeded to the throne, and nominally recognized Queen Yuan as his mother and claimed that he was Wei Yanwu's younger brother, wouldn't he, a member of the Yuan family, be an eyesore?

Zuo Xuanliao turned his eyes away and drank water sullenly.

He had a gully in his heart, and he also knew that there had been no war in the Great Yan Dynasty for a hundred years, and it was difficult for a military candidate to become an official. He was inevitably unhappy when he heard Chen Zhijun's words. He still believed that his words were correct. Old Chen did not believe him, but believed Yuan Congqian who was full of lies, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

As soon as the dishes were placed on the table, several figures surrounded the three people. The blond young man in the lead pointed at Chen Zhijun and laughed, "I thought it was the son of the Ning family who was going to confer titles on all officials again, but it turned out to be just a military candidate? And there's also a stinky outsider from Longmen who came to the capital to beg for food from the locals?"

Yuan Congqian looked at the young man who was looking at people with his nose and was a little silent:

"What era is this? There are still people like this?"

Even in Da Yan, in this modernized feudal dynasty in Tomorrow's Ark, do time travelers have to face such low-brow conflict situations? He began to wonder if it was a bit hasty for him to choose this restaurant to bond with Zuo and Chen.

Fuchunlou is not a place that can be equated with the barbecue stalls and Haidilao of later generations. Just looking at the decoration, you can tell that it is not simple. It used to be a restaurant for high-level consumption, known as a place for nobles to play. Now it has changed to receive ordinary people equally, and hooligans from the corners of the market cannot come in.

Zuo Xuanliao closed his eyes and rested, while Chen Zhijun blushed.

The man who came was dressed in red with a black belt, and all in black, with a jade pendant and a sword.

More importantly, there are unicorn horns on the head!

Yuan Congqian had sharp eyes. He knew from what he had learned from the Yuan family that this outfit was very expensive. He also didn't know what this young man was doing. Looking again, his face was also ruddy, and he smelled of alcohol. It was obvious that he had been drinking too much and his true nature was exposed.

"What era? Hiccup, it was the era when the locals of the capital were the superiors!" He sneered and hiccuped, the air was filled with the smell of alcohol, "You, a brown-looking raccoon, look familiar. You drink, don't you mind that there's a beggar from Longmen sitting next to you?"

"Throw the thunder*Longmen swear*! Say it again!"

Chen Zhijun was talking to Zuo Xuanliao and Yuan Congqian with a smile on his face. He immediately activated his long-hidden water gun mode for the drunkard. He was very much like the Chen Sir from the Longmen Guard Bureau. He directly picked up the sword next to the chair and said, "You are pretending to be so cool in front of me because of your family background. Your father really *Longmen curse* your mother *Longmen curse*!"

Both sides are young people under 20 years old, and they are easily ignited by passion.

Although Qilin Jiumengzi didn't know what Chen Zhijun meant by the elegant Longmen dialect, he knew that he mentioned his father and mother, which was not a good thing. He stepped on the table and pointed at Chen Zhijun and cursed:

"You bastard from Longmen, I am here to scold you today! Did I pretend to scare you with a knife? You have evaded so much tax from the Ministry of Rites by attracting foreign merchants in the past few years, but no one cares about you staying in your turtle shell in Longmen your whole life. Come to Longmen today, I will definitely discipline you!"

"*Longmen swears*! Don't you Qilins feed on the people's blood and sweat? How dare you slander me?"

Chen Zhijun's face turned blue and white. He looked around and started cursing.

The diners attracted by the noise didn't even look at Qilin Jiumengzi. Instead, they looked at him more, as if they wanted to see how big the difference is between people from Longmen and those from the capital.

"Longmen, I heard that it seems that the place is not under the jurisdiction of Dayan, and Ursus people can be seen everywhere on the streets there..."

"Ursus is also a son of a bitch. They have caused wars all around us. We will have to kill them sooner or later."

"So why didn't the young man refute it? Did he really come from Longmen?..."

The Qilin tribe received the response from the diners and burst into laughter again, showing their ugly appearance. They drew their swords and pointed at Chen Zhijun: "Look carefully, who is helping you here? Everyone knows that you who came from Longmen were raised by Ursus? I will help you register, and you just act like a coward and change your name to Ursus tribe?"

Yuan Congqian was right next to Qilin when he suddenly felt a chill in his right hand.

Unconsciously, his right hand had grabbed Zuo Xuanliao's eight-sided sword that was leaning against the wall.

"Zuo Xuanliao."

Yuan Congqian looked at the young man with indigo hair and asked, "Are you just going to watch?"

The young hunk is still that innocent and stupid college student.

He lowered his head and kept eating while Chen Zhijun and the Qilin tribe were arguing with each other.

Zuo Xuanliao didn't put down his chopsticks until Yuan Congqian called his name.

He shook his head at Yuan Congqian and whispered, "It will do us no good to have a conflict here, and it will only cause trouble. Take note of his appearance first, and I will go find the Imperial Academy's chief academic officer, or someone from the Imperial Commandant's Mansion. If you want to help, find a way to take Brother Chen away directly, back to the Imperial Academy, Yuan's Mansion, or the Imperial Commandant's Mansion..."

"Zuo Xuanliao. You are wrong."

Black spread across Yuan Congqian's wrist, and he drew his sword silently.

"I think that revenge is not delayed overnight, at least it is beneficial to the body and mind."

Yuan Congqian stood up suddenly and attacked.

Under Zuo Xuanliao's astonished gaze, Yuan Congqian turned his wrist, as if he had practiced martial arts for many years. He pulled away the knife of the Qilin man with his left hand, and the long sword in his right hand drew a dark semicircular afterimage in the air. He raised his wrist high, pointed the blade at the Qilin man's eyes, and stabbed straight down!

There was still inexplicable anger and arrogance in Jiumengzi's eyes, and he didn't react at all.

This series of actions all happened within an instant, and Yuan Congqian's hands moved as smoothly as flowing water, completing the action in one go.

On the blade, the red candlelight continued to grow bigger in Qilin's eyes.

The sword in Yuan Congqian's hand pierced through his mouth, entered his throat, and pressed against his soft and delicate throat wall.

"Ah! Ah..."

Waves of nausea and fear came over him, and the Qilin man felt like vomiting.

However, facing Yuan Congqian who really dared to attack him with a sword, he did not dare to show any gesture that might anger the other party. He could only let his throat roll up and down, letting the fishy and undigested wine flow out from the corners of his mouth, making ah, ah sounds.

If Yuan Congqian didn't stop, he only needed to use a little more strength, and the tip of the sword would go straight in, piercing the softest part of the human body with metal, stone and iron, and piercing his neck in an instant. In other words, he killed people in the street under the feet of the emperor who had the strictest rule of law.

Yuan Congqian looked directly into Qilin's golden eyes:

"Didn't your parents teach you how to use your throat?"

"Naigong will teach you!"

Chapter 11: The consequences of calling a raccoon slave are serious

The sword was pressed against the Qilin's throat, and he could only make a series of low "ah ah" sounds. Chen Zhijun, Zuo Xuanliao and the diners who were watching the fun were all shocked. The Qilin tribe dared to draw the sword in front of him, which was extremely arrogant. Whose general was this brown film?

The nails on Yuan Congqian's right hand, which was holding the hilt of the sword, were all dyed black, so there was no sense at all.

With a slight force of his left hand, the ceremonial sword he was holding was broken directly, and as the owner's hand dropped, the two parts fell to the ground together.