The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 12 Yes, Young Master
In the impression of later generations, the real Liyang is a ruthless and murderous character who has killed countless enemies all the way for revenge. Of course, this kind of person is not good at expressing emotions.

This is true.

Therefore, the sentences Ji Pingan said are probably the most suitable love words for Li Yang.

Yu Yu got the answer she wanted, thanked him very rarely, and when he turned to leave the small courtyard, he bumped into several Dr. Leuke.

Of course, she didn't communicate with him, and left in a melancholy mood.

Only a few doctors were left standing there in a daze, and when the Taoist robe disappeared, they came back to their senses and showed a look of astonishment.

"I seem to be dazzled. Someone walked by me just now, like a Taoist saint."

"I also saw..."

"It's not dazzled, it's a real person. Yu Yu, the saint of the state religion, the Taoist robe on her body can't be fake."

Several doctors discussed excitedly. There was a feeling that ordinary people met celebrities by chance. The real situation may be more exaggerated. Compared with their humble identities, Yu Yu is a figure who is qualified to be ranked alongside the five great supervisors.

But...how could such a big man appear in the new district?And without warning?
"Brother Huang, if I'm not mistaken, the holy maiden seems to have come out of Ji Sichen's yard just now." Dr. Zhao murmured.

Huang He said quietly: "Yes. And she even closed the courtyard door on her own initiative."

Everyone was silent, and some couldn't believe it. They had already been shocked by the visit of the academicians of the Imperial Academy before, and they finally calmed down, but it turned out that the person who came this time was the Holy Maiden of the Orthodox Church?

What did she do with Ji Pingan?
And... closing the door voluntarily, is this something that arrogant saint can do?

Unless, the person who visited made her respect three points.

"Probably because of the face of the master of the state, let's take care of it." After a long time, Dr. Zhao consciously found out a reasonable reason, "The entire Great Zhou people know that the state teacher took special care of the Taoist sect when he was alive."

This is true. It is said that when the Great Zhou was founded, the Emperor wanted to establish a separate state religion, and it was the national teacher who came forward to help the Taoist sect secure the number one sect in Kyushu.

To express his gratitude, the head teacher of the previous generation ordered Xin Yaoguang to study beside the national teacher, that is to say, the head teacher Xin has to be called the national teacher and half teacher.

"Biography of the National Teacher" was also compiled for the Taoist sect. Considering Ji Ping'an's important help, he sent a saint to express his gratitude... It seems that it also makes sense?
Shaking their heads, everyone was busy with the list with complicated emotions.

……

Qinglian Xiaozhu.

The courtyard door that had just been closed was knocked again, which made Ji Pingan a little upset, wondering what happened today?Why are these people visiting one after another?

After seeing Huang He walk in, he couldn't help wondering, "Why is Dr. Huang looking for me?"

Huang He held up the roster for registration, and talked about the selection of the boy, and as expected, he heard Ji Pingan wave his hand and refuse:

"No need, I can't afford the expenses of a boy, and I'm not used to being served by a stranger."

However, Huang He didn't leave, but stood there hesitating to speak, as if he was in some kind of struggle.

"Anything else?" Ji Pingan was curious.

The next moment, an unexpected scene happened, Huang He suddenly bowed to the bottom, and said sincerely: "If Si Chen doesn't dislike it, Huang He is willing to be a boy by your side."

Quiet.

The peach trees swaying in the wind seemed to be stunned, and Ji Pingan couldn't help laughing: "Dr. Huang, don't be joking, you are a doctor."

Although Dr. Lou Ke's status is not noble, he is already an official, one level above ordinary supervisors. If it is appropriate to be a boy under the supervision of the Marquis, it is too unbelievable to be able to follow a Si Chen.

Huang He seemed to have made up his mind, and said in a muffled voice, "It's not a joke. If Si Chen agrees, I will resign as a doctor later."

Ji Ping'an's smile disappeared: "I'm poor, but I don't have any wages for you."

Huang He insisted: "I don't need Si Chen to send money, I can support myself, I just hope that Si Chen will give me a chance to practice if the sky rises in the future."

He frankly stated his intentions. This idea had been born since that full moon night. Huang He was unwilling to be a petty official for the rest of his life. He wanted to cultivate.

But he doesn't have enough talent. If he wants to "enlighten himself", he must either swallow the treasures of heaven and earth, or have a monk at the "sitting well" level to help him resonate with the stars.

But both of these are too far away for him, so fighting for a hope with the right master is his only choice.

As for the reason for choosing Ji Ping'an, it's even simpler. Compared to the rumors that other people in the prison knew little about Ji Ping'an, Huang He, who had the most contact with Ji Ping'an, deeply felt:
This unpopular rural youth is not an easy character.

The courtyard fell into silence, Huang He kept his saluting posture and refused to get up, so he couldn't see Ji Pingan's strange and complicated eyes on the rattan chair.

After an unknown amount of time, Huang He only heard a lazy and indifferent voice: "It's up to you."

Is this a promise?Huang He raised his head uncertainly, and saw that the master he swore to follow had fallen asleep.

...

That night, a piece of news spread like wildfire, spreading throughout the outer court of Qin Tianjian.

A doctor named Huang He resigned his post, packed up his bedding and luggage, and moved into the side room of Qinglian Xiaozhu, becoming a newborn boy.

"The doctor is crazy? Such a big bet?"

"I heard that the Si Chen recommended by the national teacher was selected, and I think it is to prepare for the future."

"That's right, but I heard that Ji Ping'an, although he has a strong background, is not talented, otherwise how would the prisons let him go? It's not as good as Xue Hongjian, at least he has excellent talent, and he was born in the Duke's Mansion .”

There was a lot of discussion, and most people were not optimistic after expressing their surprise.

I feel that Huang He is in a daze. After all, there are very few practitioners who have accumulated a lot of money, and most of the successful ones showed their talents very early.

When Ji Pingan entered the hospital, he was checked by a secretary, and it was confirmed that his talent was not good, his resonance with Qiyao was quite low, and his age was not dominant, so he was really not a good investment candidate.

"Brother Huang, don't get lost, hurry up and find Si Li to withdraw his resignation with me, there is still room for change." Dr. Zhao hurriedly found him and said anxiously.

Huang He refused with a smile: "I'm not dizzy, I've thought clearly."

Dr. Zhao showed seriousness:
"You are not a reckless young man anymore, and you don't look at your age? Well... even if you are right, that Ji Ping'an will achieve something in the future, but how many years will it take? Ten years? Twenty years? Wait until he has Ability to support you, how old are you? Half of your body is buried in the ground, what are you talking about practicing?"

His words were harsh, but very real.

Huang He was silent for a moment, then said, "I know...but I'm not reconciled."

Not reconciled... Dr. Zhao smiled wryly. He understood the feelings of his friends. We were all in the same class of supervisors. When we were young, we all had fantasies about high clouds, but after realizing the reality, most of them gave up their ideals.

"Sigh. Take care of yourself." Dr. Zhao shook his head and left with a sigh, looking as if he hated iron.

In the next few days, Huang He faithfully performed his duties as a boy.

Get up before dawn every day to clean the courtyard, go to the dining hall to cook for Ji Pingan in the morning mist, cook tea for Ji Pingan when he reads in the morning, and sweep away sawdust for Ji Pingan when he is carving in the afternoon .

In the evening, he would carry firewood on his back to heat up the stove, put in the bath water, and then make a bed and quilt for him.

It was a bit unfamiliar at first, but gradually became proficient. In just a few days, a decent teacher with a doctor's degree has changed into a servant, which is embarrassing.

But Ji Pingan was noncommittal about this, pretending that he didn't exist, and just enjoying his service with peace of mind.

Another evening, when Huang He returned from the dining hall with a food box, he suddenly heard a low voice of discussion at a corner:

"How did Dr. Huang become like this, like a servant in my family."

"Oh, I think this is self-inflicted. If you don't do a good doctorate, you go to make beds for others. It's an insult to the gentleman."

"Hey, don't say that quickly, what if someone really succeeds in enlightening and practicing in a few decades?"

"Haha, decades later..."

Huang He, who was wearing gray boy's clothes and carrying a food box, listened silently.

At this moment, those young supervisors came out of the alley, and the two sides bumped into each other. The teenagers were stunned for a moment, and then embarrassed, realizing that their criticisms had been heard.

"Dr. Huang." The teenagers saluted uncomfortably. They were also students of Professor Huang He back then.

Huang He forced a smile: "I'm not a doctor anymore."

The teenagers looked at each other in dismay, not knowing how to answer the words, after all, it is necessary to save face, it is one thing to talk behind the scenes, but another to taunt in front of them.

Seeing this, Huang He took the initiative to leave, carrying a food box and leaving against the setting sun, his back gradually became shorter on the bluestone road bathed in golden sunlight, looking a little bleak.

"Actually..." A teenager couldn't help but said, "He's pretty pitiful too."

……

When Huang He returned to Qinglian Xiaozhu courtyard, he had already adjusted his mood. He pushed open the courtyard door and said:
"Si Chen, there is braised pork in the canteen today..."

His words did not continue, but stopped abruptly, because tonight Ji Pingan did not sleep on a rattan chair, but danced a sword in the courtyard.

He held a bamboo sword that had been cut with a knife in his hand, and his figure moved around, the shadow of the sword fluttering like catkins.

His movements were not fast, even a little slow, but his whole body was bathed in the rays of light, showing an indescribable ethereal beauty.

The bamboo sword sliced ​​through the air, as if a flame was blowing out, leaving mysterious and unspeakable trails behind.

Unknowingly, Huang He's whole mind was involved, as if he had entered a mysterious realm. He forgot the time and where he was, and there was nothingness in the world in his eyes, except for the swaying figure of the sword dancer.

The setting sun was setting and the twilight was falling. When the night covered the city of Shendu, Huang He finally woke up. Seeing that the sword dancer was no longer in the courtyard, Ji Pingan returned to his wicker chair at some point, leaning against a man beside him. Bamboo sword with handle.

And Huang He could clearly sense the throbbing and echoing from the distant stars in the sky.

That is Qi Yao's sense of rhythm, which proves that he has become enlightened and has become a practitioner from a mortal.

"Understood?" Ji Pingan said in a flat voice.

Huang He was shocked, with indescribable joy and shock welling up in his heart, trembling all over, he said, "Ming... I understand."

"Not too stupid." Ji Pingan nodded.

Huang He fell to his knees and respectfully kowtowed to Ji Pingan three times: "Si Chen's kindness to rebuild, Huang He will never forget it."

Ji Pingan sighed wearily, and said, "From now on, I will change my name to Young Master."

Huang He was taken aback for a moment, and when he raised his head, he was already weeping with joy: "Yes, young master!"

　Thanks: I changed my name for the first time and rewarded 1500 coins!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)