In the process of gradually increasing the rain, Ji Yuan's green shirt and sword dance, and the wide-sleeved robe not only failed to affect the agility of the sword, but made it elegant, not too feminine nor too rigid.

As if there were no moves, no rigid body style, the falling raindrops were like being pulled by countless invisible silk threads, swaying with the sword momentum between flipping, the body and mind were in harmony, and the sword turned at will.

Every drop of rain is a sword, and every sword turns into rain.

Maybe it's just a few breaths in the past, maybe it's enough to have a cup of tea, Ji Yuan finished dancing the sword, flicked his sleeves and turned around and stood with his hands in his hands. At this moment, the rain beside him drew a circle with the momentum of Ji Yuan's turn, forming a one-zhang-wide circular water wave under his feet, and then slowly dissolving into the rain on the ground.

Although the sword stopped, the rain that fell would take the initiative to avoid Ji Yuan and fall to his feet along his side.

Ji Yuan looked at the Zuo family in the foyer.

"This is the dragon divine will, no tricks and no style, you can integrate the world's martial arts into it, whether you can comprehend it, how much you can comprehend depends on yourself. ”

After that, Ji Yuan came from the rain, and when he re-entered the hall, there was not the slightest watermark under his feet, and his clothes were also not wet.

Since you want to be this immortal master this time, you naturally have to make enough of your posture.

The Zuo family and Old Man Yan didn't seem to have recovered from the very mysterious immortal sword dance just now, and they were still looking out of the hall in a daze, as if the illusory figure was still dancing in the rain.

After a long time, Zuo Boran was the first to come back to his senses, and then Zuo Youtian, Zuo Youxin and others also came back to their senses in turn, and the two children kept looking at the rain a little blankly, and none of the Zuo family spoke, until the two children also came back to their senses and snuggled up to their mother's side, and the Zuo family and the old man Yan dared to breathe.

Ji Yuan just sat at the table and drank tea, and lifted the teapot to refill his cup, and only when the Zuo family finally came back to their senses did he smile at them.

Seeing that the old man Yan was embarrassed, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Old man Yan doesn't need to mind, you haven't stolen anything from the Zuo family, I don't mind you watching from the sidelines, who can have an opinion? Sit down and drink tea!"

"Mr. Xie, let me watch you dance the sword. ”

Old Man Yan arched his hand with a shy face before sitting down on his chair, and hurriedly picked up the teacup and drank a sip to suppress the shock, in fact, he knew the weight of the immortal sword dance better than the Zuo family.

Although the Yan family shop has already sealed the special sword-casting furnace, it can be said that the old man has been casting swords for most of his life, and he naturally has his own opinions on swordsmanship.

I can only sigh in my heart: 'Immortal sword intent, mortal dust is hard to find!'

Although the Zuo family is now coming back to their senses, they are still savoring the scene in the rain just now, and they can't remember Ji Yuan's actions at all, but it doesn't prevent them from feeling that kind of meaning.

After leaning a little, the Zuo family stood in the hall, and under the leadership of Zuo Boran, they bowed to the body at 90 degrees, and even the two children were also under the help of their parents.

"The grace of Mr., the Zuo family is toothless and unforgettable, I am the Zuo family of Tianfu, and I wish to worship Mr. Immortal Throne forever!"

Zuo Boran's voice was still full of energy, both solemn and serious.

He was also happy to hear this, but he had no intention of letting people worship at the ancestral hall.

"Okay, for you, this matter is over, but it's not over for me, and I don't know if this Tianfu City God is good or not!"

Ji Yuan shook his head and smiled, since he had said it, he naturally wanted to fulfill his promise.

In fact, it shouldn't be a big deal, after all, the Zuo family has his edict left, and the soul is clear and clear for a long time, and it is even more difficult to produce any traitors.

Ji Yuan went to visit politely, and he didn't even need to see the city god, he only needed to see one of the judges, and mention the love with the Zuo family, and there was still a high probability that the Yin Division of the Tianfu City God would sell a favor to Ji Yuan.

It's not a matter of principle for them to choose traitors, they are also good ghosts, and they have a plan to endorse this immortal cultivator, why don't they sell a favor, when they don't violate the principle issue, Yin Si can also talk about relationships.

This is not Ji Yuan's blind speculation, but it is clearly written in the "Outer Dao Biography", and it is also the experience of Ji Yuan who has been in contact with the City God system several times, of course, there must be a bad-tempered Yin Division chief or City God, if you bump into the calculation of the fate of the unlucky.

But Ji Yuan didn't think about this matter first, but squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the handwriting on the table and said to the Zuo family:

"Alright, let's take the decree. ”

As the head of the family, Zuo Boran solemnly stepped forward, stretched out his hands to the table to pick up the decree, but before that, Ji Yuan reached out and pressed it on it.

"Ji Mou has a word first, if the Zuo family just wants to live a stable life, it is okay, although the law is good, it is not omnipotent, there is no way but people call themselves, if you really want to set foot in the rivers and lakes in the future, it is best to uphold the chivalrous righteousness, otherwise the law will run by itself!"

Ji Yuan's voice was smiling, but no one in the room dared to take this sentence that made them feel a sense of pressure as a joke.

"Zuo should obey himself, and dare not forget Mr.'s teachings!" "Never forget Mr.'s teachings!"

The Zuo family in the back also hurriedly expressed their determination after Zuo Boran spoke.

Ji moved his hand away, and let Zuo Boran, who was slightly sweating on his forehead, take the decree with both hands, and a chess piece phantom flashed in the sleeve hanging down his right arm, making Ji Yuan can't help but secretly say in his heart: 'Sure enough!'

Seeing Zuo Boran carefully retreating into the hall with the notebook, appreciated by the Zuo family, Ji Yuan also suddenly thought of one thing, and looked at the old man Yan who was stroking his beard on the side.

"Yan Gong, where is my scabbard?"

"Huh?"

Old Man Yan looked at Ji Yuan inexplicably, and then looked at the Qingteng sword standing on the table, and his head immediately saw sweat, isn't it a joke to do the scabbard?

"Hahahaha... Don't worry, let's sell it again in a few days, a simple scabbard, how much time will it take to Yan's shop?"

"How much you can't spend, how much you can't spend!

Old Man Yan hurriedly promised, and then lowered his head to think about which styles and what kind of wood to prepare, anyway, he decided to mobilize the Yan family to make his sword scabbard of more than ten or twenty styles, and let the immortals choose by themselves!

When Old Man Yan looked up and wanted to explain this to Ji Yuan, he found that Mr. Ji who was sitting on the other side had disappeared, leaving only a tea cup that had drunk the tea, and the Zuo family was still curiously admiring the calligraphy, and they were still unaware at the moment.

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Ji Yuan walked away in the rain, this was the first time to walk forward in the rain with the technique of avoiding water, but he still borrowed an umbrella from the room outside the Yanjia shop.

It's not that Ji Yuan is really in such a hurry to see the Shinto of Juntianfu Castle God, but that he doesn't want to miss the beautiful scenery of Juntianfu City.

When he got to the place near the city, Ji Yuan opened the umbrella and entered the city as an ordinary person, walking around, listening to the picture scroll in Jun Tianfu's heart.

After wandering for a long time, Ji Yuan finally came to the temple square of Juntianfu, most of the city will name the square where the city god temple is located as the temple square, which is an important city square for holding temple fairs and sacrificial activities, and Juntianfu is no exception.

When I promised the Zuo family before, I was quite confident, and when I thought about it, I felt that it was okay, but when it really came to the nose of Renchenghuang, Ji Yuan was still a little apprehensive.

The city god of a prefecture is usually much more powerful than the county god, and even the subordinate city god division will be a lot more, such as the capital city of the size of Juntianfu, it is estimated that there will be twenty-four divisions.

Ji Yuan didn't come empty-handed, so he picked a few shops in the temple and bought a box of pastries and preserves, and made two pots of decent wine before rushing to the Chenghuang Temple.

Because it was a rainy day, there were not many people in the Chenghuang Temple, and a few vendors selling incense and candles pushed the stall cart into the temple corridor, and when they saw Ji Yuan coming in through the temple gate, some people immediately enthusiastically peddled it.

"Hey, this big gentleman, you have to have a few pillars of incense when you come to worship the city god, I have good sandalwood here, two pennies and three pillars!"

Don't dare to buy it, don't dare to buy it!

Ji Yuan shook his refusal, and walked along the temple corridor to the front of several temples.

When he first arrived at the main hall, he did not offer incense and pray for blessings like other sporadic pilgrims, but took out a few plates of dim sum tribute on the upper floor of the food box, explained it to the temple and then straightened it on the offering table, and put the pot of wine.

Then Ji Yuan just arched his hand to the statue of the City God, and then withdrew from the main hall and went to one of the side halls of the City God Temple.

There is a clay statue sitting in this side hall, and there is also a mark in front of the statue which department is in charge, but Ji Yuan doesn't need to read the words, just feel that a statue looks for it, and finally stops in front of the clay statue of the judge.

If you say which chief official of the Chenghuang Yin Division is the most amiable and the best to speak, in most cases it is a literary judgment.

There are a lot fewer pilgrims here in the side hall, and there is no one on this rainy day, and it sounds like there are not many people nearby.

Ji Yuan hurriedly sent out the remaining food tributes in the food box and placed them on the small offering table in front of the statue, then put down two small wine glasses, took out the wine jug and poured two glasses.

After doing all this, Ji Yuan bowed his hand to the statue of Wen Ju, supplemented by the afterglow of the words with the mana of micro-luck, and lowered his voice to speak.

"I respectfully invite the Judge of the Heavenly Mansion City God's Meritorious Service to appear!"

In the Yin Division, the clerk who was reviewing the copy suddenly heard a burst of Dao sounds, which were extremely clear to the ears, but the military judge and other little ghost servants on the side were unaware of it, and immediately knew that there was an invitation from a master.