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

"It is said that it can be mastered. Some people call it sword energy, but I think it is a source stone skill."

"How long does it take to develop sword energy?"

"My father said that it takes ten years for a mediocre person to practice, but it took me five years to practice. I have practiced for three years, but now I am still in the first year. I really don't feel anything. I think that is the Originium skill! Even if it is not released by the person himself, it is attached to the weapon."

Chen Zhijun pulled out the knife from his body and showed Yuan Congqian the strangeness of it.

It looks like an ordinary sword with a heavy handle, but its handle can be opened by pressing a button, revealing the metallic cables and a thin crystal chip inside, telling us that times have changed.

"It's the same principle as the explosion-proof baton that Ursus replaced last year. It has Originium skills engraved on it that can release paralyzing currents. It's not a rare item." Chen Zhijun sighed, "After buying this, I don't want to practice swordsmanship much, but I don't have Originium skills myself..."

The Originium technique represents an opportunity to change the fate of one’s original family.

Without Originium skills and shortcuts, you can only practice martial arts.

It seems that those three-star reserve operators can only cast spells, just like the rabbit-headed Blood Wolf Pojun, but in fact, they have a wide range of employment opportunities in various countries. A mobile city that carries a million people only has one magician academy, which shows that the ratio of ordinary people to magicians with Originium skills is very different.

Yuan Congqian thought about it and realized that Chen Zhijun did not change his fate, but he did something very unbelievable:

"You can also consider other shortcuts in life, such as Princess Shang."

Not everyone has the courage to marry a widow with a baby, but Chen Huijie's father is such a courageous man. The result later was also obvious. Longmen Chen family really couldn't afford to lose this person. Chen Huijie spent his childhood in the cold violence of the family. In the end, he was taken in by Wei Yanwu to play with the baby raised by the widow.

"No, no, no, it's impossible. It's impossible in this lifetime!"

Chen Zhijun shook his head quickly, "Have you ever seen a consort of a prince consort who holds an official rank of 6th rank or above in the officialdom? The court seems to have lifted the ban on consorts of prince consorts being officials, but there is an unspoken rule that consorts of prince consorts cannot be sent out to serve as officials in mobile cities... If you can't be sent out, you can only gain experience in the capital and let your family do business!"

"What if you just fall in love with her?"

"...Unless, unless I can't help it."

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Anlefang, Yuanfu Study, 7:00 p.m.

The pace of life in the capital was very slow, there was no curfew, and many night market wine shops were not even open at 12:00 p.m. Yuan's mansion was located at the junction of Anlefang and Zhuque Street, not far from the Imperial College. The aroma of food wafting into the room was different every night, and the windows had to be closed.

Yuan Congqian is working on his Originium skills.

First, here is the information he already knows:

His Originium skill is the Collapse Paradigm·Non-Linear Movement. There are no test conditions for emotional entities, substantial exploration, and triggered damage. Currently, he can only add the collapse state to his right hand. After the right hand collapses, the related visual residue will turn into invisible black.

The afterimage of the right hand when it swayed under the light source and the semicircle drawn by the blade in the air were all creepy black.

At the same time, after using the Originium technique with the right hand, it will "learn".

Chen Zhijun, who claimed that he had been practicing swordplay since he was five years old, was completely unable to predict Yuan Congqian's right hand swing of the sword. Facing Chen Zhijun's right hand swing of the sword, the coach had not even finished attacking Yuan Congqian's lower body to test his basic skills, which showed how familiar he was with the sword and how fast his movements were.

Yuan Congqian lit the open stone lamp and turned over the palms of his hands.

Visible to the naked eye, his right hand is more like a pair of healthy hands. According to his own estimation, the force and physical strength are about 10% higher than that of his left hand. The pain when releasing Originium skills is not so much a side effect as it is strengthening the limbs and muscles of his right hand.

If the collapse state will affect the whole body in the future, Yuan Congqian will have to prepare a mask to prevent his face from turning completely black with only a cross-shaped radiating white light when releasing the Originium skill, like in a horror movie.

"...I need to find a chance to ask the Grandmaster about this Originium technique."

Yuan Congqian was thinking in his mind and didn't intend to tell the truth about the Source Stone technique.

The northern part of Da Yan has been fighting against evil spirits. He has a collapse paradigm, and a series of investigations will cause him great trouble. The systematic development of Originium skills should wait until Master Zhongyue returns or Wei Yanwu takes over.

If Ling is here, she has fought against evil spirits before, and maybe she can provide some information that will help me...

"I seem to hear someone calling me?"

A voice came from behind Yuan Congqian.

Yuan Congqian stood up from his chair instinctively, but before he could look back, the study window was already pushed open.

At seven o'clock in the autumn, the night falls. Under the hazy moonlight, the figure of a young woman is looming. She is wearing a white robe and a white skirt dancing lightly. There is a wine pot tied around her waist. Her long blue hair flutters in the wind, flowing with a faint fragrance. The whole figure exudes an air of immortality that is not worldly, but mixed with the smell of alcohol.

Chapter 16 I Have Seen This Sister

The visitor had a delicate face, eyebrows like distant mountains, and slightly upturned lips.

It was a woman with eyes as beautiful as lightning and dragon horns and tail.

Her fingers were as slender as jade, gently stroking the wine jug at her waist, and in the blink of an eye she had jumped into the study and stood still. Her white robe and skirt sparkled in the moonlight, as if she had already been in the room, and she looked even more elegant and otherworldly, as if she was not a human being.

"Well, that's good. It seems I arrived just in time."

As soon as she opened her mouth, she spoke in Shaanxi Central Plains dialect, which completely destroyed her otherworldly temperament.

Yuan Congqian stared blankly at the woman who, like Chongyue, did not like to follow the beaten path. He was not even aware that the ground ink was accidentally spilled on the newspaper.

"Why are you staring at me? Didn't you tell big brother that you recognized me?"

She tilted her head, walked around Yuan Congqian from behind, looked at him and smiled.

The long green hair fell directly in front of his eyes.

Yuan Congqian put his head back to prevent his blue hair from falling on his nose

"Looking at you, you shouldn't be my old friend?" She said with a smile, "Then how did you know me?"

"I've seen it in a dream."

"Oh, I saw you in a dream."

The green-haired woman continued to talk along with Yuan Congqian's words, as if she was teasing a child, "According to what you said, you are indeed the one I saw in my dream. Your name is Yuan Congqian, right? So are you awake now, or are you dreaming?"

I am awake now.

Still dreaming?

Yuan Congqian was startled, various answers flashed in his mind, and then he discarded them one by one, but he thought of Dream of the Red Chamber. Just when he was about to say something about Jia Baoyu teasing Sister Lin, he glanced out the window and saw the lonely lights in the deep night, and the words were swallowed involuntarily.

The blue-haired woman picked up the clock on Yuan Congqian's desk, shook it with her hand, and the hour hand moved suddenly. In a blink of an eye, it was eleven o'clock in the evening.

Outside the study door, the lights were off and it was pitch black.

drop. drop. drop.

Drops of water continued to drip onto the soft wooden floor, soaking it and spreading into the bright study.

"The Imperial College Priest has an agreement with the Ministry of Revenue that he cannot leave the Imperial College."

The sound came from far away, as if through a layer of water, and came in from outside the study, like thunder, echoing repeatedly.

A talisman that was stuck under the desk broke out and spontaneously combusted.

"The talisman to dispel the plague brought in by the servants this morning!"

Yuan Congqian was startled and subconsciously stood up, taking a few steps towards the green-haired woman, who held his shoulders.

"Don't be afraid, isn't this right here?"

It's still seven o'clock in the evening?

Unconsciously, under the influence of the talisman, he was completely unaware of the passage of time!

Candlelight quietly bloomed outside the dark door.

The two figures were slowly illuminated by the light.

"I hope you are well, Imperial Academy Priest."

The two were covered in bamboo raincoats, the hems of which were as bright as blood, and their faces were covered with silver masks, with only a few gaps. The person standing behind had his right hand in the shape of a raptor's claw, holding a human head with hair wrapped around it. The human head's face was completely peeled off, revealing muscles and teeth.

The broken part of the human head and neck seemed to be pulled out by the roots, and blood was gushing out. The dripping sound just now came from there.

The wooden floor outside the study has been stained dark red.

The woman in bamboo raincoat walked into the house calmly, passed by Yuan Congqian, and looked at the woman in white skirt beside her:

"As the chief priest of the Imperial College, why did you go against your agreement with the Simaitai and show up in an ordinary family?"

"I'm sorry, but the autumn colors all over the city are perfect for drinking. I got drunk when the night wind blew. I walked around in this prosperous capital city, heading north along Suzaku Street, and suddenly I came to this family's house."

She opened her hands, and a long-handled lantern appeared in her hands. "What a coincidence! I have a great affinity with the young man of this family, and I wanted to give him a big dream tonight. I didn't expect that I would see you doing such a dirty thing in an ordinary family not long after I started talking to him."

The man in the straw raincoat carried a strong smell of blood, and the instinctive warning of extreme danger made Yuan Congqian's hair stand on end.

The blood on their bamboo raincoats had already dried up.

The man in bamboo raincoat behind him threw a human face to the ground, and said in a sharp voice, like a complaint and a smile: "Mr. Yuan, there is always a loophole. I like your cleverness, but it's a pity that you don't use it in the right way...wouldn't it be better if you just mourned for your father?"

Judging from the scar on his face, that man was none other than the gatekeeper of the Yuan residence whom Yuan Congqian had his servants send to the Queen.

Yuan Congqian looked at the bamboo raincoat:

"How many people in Yuan Mansion did you kill?"

He looked at Yuan Congqian, and the cold eyes that appeared through the gap were like those of a monster, as if he was looking at a dead person: "How many did you kill? I wanted to kill them all, but I only killed one. The inhuman creature beside you sent them to who knows where, and it happened to be the right place to kill you."

Another person held out his hand, his nails sharp:

"Ling, I only want to save Mr. Yuan's face. You can take him away no matter what happens to him afterwards."

Just take the dough?

Ling smiled softly: "Is the dialect I speak so difficult to understand? You can't even hear what I say?"

Zhu Chenyi seemed to be extremely afraid of Ling, and shouted: "Don't forget! You and the man from the Simai Office were able to stay in the capital because the Grand Master was serving the country abroad, and you all swore in front of Lord Fu that no one would leave the Imperial College, and no one would leave the Shangshu Office!"

"Let's leave now. We promise not to harm your life!"

But their fear of the order still did not exceed their desire to complete it.

Ling Yaoye held the lantern, and the light flickered. The shadow turned into two green dragons and flew towards the bamboo raincoat.

The bamboo raincoat with sharp nails was startled, and it touched the ground with its toes. In an instant, it flew in front of Yuan Congqian, and stretched out its bloody right hand to grab Yuan Congqian's face. The stinky smell of rust went into Yuan Congqian's mouth through his nose. Yuan Congqian's pupils shrank, and a wave of nausea surged up from his stomach.

Ling's eyes flashed like lightning, and he stood in front of Yuan Congqian. With a flash of cold light, he created a sword out of thin air and beheaded him, with blood splattering everywhere. The smooth cross-section of the bamboo raincoat's neck cut by the sword, and the scene of the cut aorta wriggling in the muscles and skin, gushing blood, were fully displayed in front of Yuan Congqian.

The hot blood sprayed on Yuan Congqian's face.

When it touched the white dress on Ling's body, it was like rain falling into a lake, causing ripples and disappearing ahead of time.

The little green dragon bit off the big head that was falling in mid-air, and with a hook of its tail, it hooked off the silver mask, revealing his true face: a charred black after being burned by fire, and eyes that were staring directly at Yuan Congqian even though they had lost their life.

Yuan Congqian took a few steps back, leaned against the window and breathed deeply.

His limbs were cold, and he felt a fear so strong and real that he had never felt before, which stimulated his whole body.

Even so, Yuan Congqian forced himself to raise his head and look carefully at the disfigured face.

Since he traveled through time, he has been walking on thin ice, and he has memorized the faces of every person he meets over and over again in his heart.

In his right sleeve was a pistol he had just bought, ready to use at any time.

Whether it was the servants of Yuan's mansion, the diners he met in Fuchunlou, or every resident in Anlefang. In order to survive in the dangerous capital, Yuan Congqian memorized these faces, and if anyone approached within ten meters of him for the second time, he would be alert.

From the disfigured face, Yuan Congqian carefully observed his cut nose and eyebrows.

Then, he remembered the soldier who took him to the Taiwei Mansion that day.

Chapter 17: Within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate

The other man in bamboo straw raincoat was even more skilled in boxing and kicking.

Xiaolong shuttled through the air and bit, and every time the green light touched the bamboo raincoat, it would be dodged just in time. Xiaolong tried for a long time, but he was helpless with the bamboo raincoat, and he never bit it. Instead, he twisted it with his fingers several times, as if the transparency was lowered and it was about to disappear.

Even though he summoned a new Yazi with a sword in its mouth, Bamboo Straw Coat kept retreating while fighting with the two summoned creatures, without getting hurt by a single leaf.

The Great Yan Dynasty lasted for thousands of years, and the dynasty lasted for ten thousand generations. There were countless powerful families in the capital who kept assassins. If these two assassins in bamboo raincoats were not ordered to come, there would be no one alive in the Yuan Mansion tonight.

The bamboo raincoat lifted up his raincoat and slowly pulled out an ugly long sword that looked like a dead branch. A strange light extended from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and he shouted, "Order, stop here!"

The sword in Ling's hand danced with a sword flower, looking down at him with a stern look, not even giving him a straight look: "I have failed to live up to the golden cup and green wine. Will it be fulfilled tonight next year? How sad will you be when you wake up from the dream?"

The light flickered, and two more eyes flew out from the light, as if in a dream.

In a moment of carelessness, the bamboo raincoat's left hand was torn off, and he let out a muffled groan. Then, a flash of sword light passed by, and the two Jiaozifangs wanted to take the opportunity to cut off the bamboo raincoat's other hand, but they were avoided one by one.

"Zhang is a mad boy, not a human or a beast. He must have a different heart..."

He cursed in a low voice and quickly retreated behind him.

The first part scolds Yuan Congqian, and the second part scolds Ling.

Several pieces of yellow paper written with dried blood automatically flew out from under the bamboo raincoat, preventing Yazi and Xiaolong from moving forward. They were firmly bound in the air and could only make loud noises like loud bells.

Her white skirt fluttered, and she swung her sword again, cutting off the yellow paper that was flying towards Yuan Congqian. She glanced at Yuan Congqian, and faced his gaze. Perhaps she was afraid that if she chased him, Yuan Congqian would be ambushed, so she shook her head, as if to say that she was no longer able to chase him.

The little dragon and Yazi she summoned from her dream were not omnipotent.