The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 2 What They Say is Wrong

Ji Pingan is dreaming again. How many years has it been since he had a dream?
It seems... the last time I had a dream was hundreds of years ago.

Only in the deepest dreams, the memories of the past will be played back like a movie, vividly:
"laugh--"

There was a sharp rubbing sound of the brake pads, and the dazzling golden headlights illuminated his stunned face through the flying snow, and then... his vision went dark.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in swaddling clothes, my body was crying uncontrollably, and there was a strange world in front of me.

Time travel...is that the term?It's been too long, and I feel strange.

The memory of my childhood was intermittent, and I was asleep most of the time. When the memory was coherent, I was already four or five years old.

I have a good birth luck, and I came from a famous family. At that time, I was young, my clothes were thin, I was riding a horse leaning on a leaning bridge, and I was full of red sleeves... It's a time that I can't go back.

Such a young man, suddenly faced with a catastrophe, the woman named "Mother" sent herself to the sect to avoid disaster, and when she went down the mountain, she turned her head every step of the way, almost crying and fainting, this is a rare and clear picture in memory.

Until that moment, I seemed to have truly integrated into this world, but it was too late.

Many years later, he returned to his hometown after being successful in practice, only to learn that his family and relatives had already been executed.

Since then, the practice has had an additional goal of "revenge", which may be some kind of compensation. With his extraordinary talent in practice, coupled with the experience of being a human being in two lifetimes, he has risen like a comet along the way.

Whoever stands in his way falls like straw.

Several years later, I, who was slashing the enemy with my hand, stopped to insert the knife, and looked around, but I couldn't see the enemy.

Remember... At that time, friends called themselves "Li Yang", and enemies called themselves "Demon Lord".

Looking back now, my biggest regret is that I wasted too much life on cultivation, so that I ignored the scenery of the mortal world.

The last scene of this period of life is the real Liyang, who is near the end of his life, standing on the top of the mountain, and slashing towards the sky with the most peak sword in his life.

Trying to use this method to announce his departure to the whole world.

However... the picture in my memory dimmed and brightened again, and the expected death did not come. I climbed up from the sick bed, and the first thing I saw was the dark old man who lifted the curtain and held the medicinal soup in his hand.

Ok.

It wasn't until then that he suddenly realized that the "magnificence" that threw himself into this world, who didn't know whether it existed or not, gave him not an outstanding talent, but life after life.

Are you happy?Not many.

depressed?not at all.

Although he lost all his cultivation, he was far away from the cultivation world, and in that small mountain village, he gained inner peace.

It took him a year to adapt to the transformation from a powerful monk to a shepherd boy.

It took another year to accept a new identity and learn how to transplant rice seedlings, cut rice, butcher chickens and sheep from scratch.

"Is this Huafan?" The shepherd boy stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the night sky, but he didn't get an answer.

He suddenly felt fortunate that he had the opportunity to re-appreciate the scenery of the world. It was also that night that he decided to change his life.

He spent ten years designing an unprecedented practice system called "Star Official" for this mediocre body.

It took another ten years to provide for my grandfather who raised me alone.

In the third decade, the world was full of wars. He put down his sickle and walked out of the village. He met a smiling young man who was determined to bring peace to the world.

Memories flickered like slides, and finally, decades later, Lengtouqing became the first emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he was also awarded the title of "National Teacher" and served as the head of the Qintian Supervisor.

"Look, this is our empire." On the night of the enthronement ceremony, the God Emperor stood on the top of the city with a wine jar full of ambition. You have to watch over me."

Because of this sentence, I have guarded Dazhou for him for 400 years.

Probably this is evil fate...

Ji Pingan sighed in the dream, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. In retrospect, looking at the entire life of "Liyang Daoist" and "National Teacher", he and the Emperor established the Great Zhou court from scratch. Decades are the happiest time for me.

The film continued to be shown, perhaps because of too many injuries in the early years, or the rule that those who won the throne should not live forever. The first god emperor died, and then those familiar friends and even enemies, like leaves falling in the wind, withered one after another.

I began to become "loneled", and spent most of my time studying astrology in the "star observatory" in the Qin Tianjian.

Trying to dilute the boring and boring life with boring knowledge and exploration of the "road".

Unexpectedly, it was an unintentional act to relieve boredom, but unexpectedly caught a glimpse of the strange laws of the movement of stars in this world.

I thought that the two lifetimes of practice have reached the pinnacle of practice and power respectively, and there are no more secrets in the world, but suddenly I found that the familiar world suddenly became strange.

And with the research of sleeping and eating, more and more doubts and discoveries came to my mind, but at this moment, the deadline is approaching...

"I need more time." So, the national teacher who had been in seclusion for a hundred years walked out of the pavilion and drifted away.

In the last three years, he traveled Kyushu to verify some things on the spot, while paving the way and preparing for his next "rebirth".

The good news is that when he opened his eyes for the third time, he found that he had unexpectedly become a small town boy again.

The bad news is that this new body is not good, and it is far from the minimum requirements for cultivation.

He spent ten years cultivating this body, and ended the cause and effect. On the second day after he tied his hair and crown, he put on a bamboo hat and left Leizhou all the way north.

Back to Qin Tianjian, which he created.

According to his calculations, on a certain night in the late summer and early autumn of the ninth year of Yuanqing, the starry sky will undergo an extremely important change, and that will most likely change the pattern of the entire continent.

That was also the only time when he had the chance to see the truth of the world.

And there are only two ways to observe the changes in the depths of the starry sky across hundreds of millions of miles:
First, to become a cultivator in the Divine Treasure Realm... But even if he is reincarnated in the third life, he will not be able to rise from an ordinary person to the ranks of the strongest in the world within a few years.

The second is to use the power of the entire Qin Tianjian to launch a large-scale astronomical observation with the help of the observatory.

But it's not easy, it will consume a lot of resources, of course he can use the status of "National Teacher" to leave last words and issue orders, but Ji Pingan, who is used to people's hearts, is very worried. When the "National Teacher" dies, this Will things still be carried out without compromise?

As for directly declaring his identity, this kind of plan that would inevitably attract countless enemies is not under consideration at all.

Or, even if it is implemented, why is it an unknown young man who is qualified to lead all of this?
Unless he can win the top spot in the "Shendu Grand Award" in the summer, and represent Qin Tianjian as a student to win the top spot, according to the rules he set back then, the top spot winner will have the right to apply to host a large-scale sky-watching ceremony The opportunity must not be deprived of.

In his calculations, this was the easiest shortcut.

Although in anyone's eyes, this is a fantasy.

……

"Five more months."

Ji Pingan opened his eyes, escaped from the dream, and what came into view was a slightly desolate, yet elegant courtyard:

Weeping willows are green inside the wall, a clump of black bamboos stands tall and straight like a sword on the left, a pond on the right is rippling with water, and a peach tree next to it has black branches dotted with light pink flower buds.

In the middle of the antique house is the main hall with the door open. Perhaps it has been unoccupied for a long time, and the desk is covered with light dust. This is an independent dormitory for every Si Chen.

He sat on a wicker chair he found out, and looked at Huang He who walked into the courtyard.

"Ji Sichen," the ordinary-looking Huang He, who was wearing a brown doctor's suit, stopped and cupped his hands, his eyes were curious and complicated: "You entered the prison suddenly, and you will not have time to prepare the cell in the future. I have already ordered the white guard to clean it later and bring daily sundries. .”

Ji Pingan smiled and said, "Thank you."

"It should be." Huang He was flattered, until now, he had not completely recovered from the shock.Although it is not uncommon for national teachers to recommend students in history, but ten years after his death, he came late, which is special enough from any angle.

"Is there anything else?" Ji Ping'an looked at the pen, ink and paper in his hand.

Huang He explained: "There is indeed an unfeeling request, which is related to the "Yuanqing Grand Ceremony" that is being edited..."

The history of the matter is not complicated. Feudal dynasties have always had the tradition of "editing history in changing dynasties, and editing books in prosperous times". Today, His Majesty the Emperor wants to pursue the merits of his ancestors. Biographies, as for astronomy, topography, yin and yang, medicine and divination, and skills, they will be compiled into one book" called "Yuanqing Grand Ceremony".

Among them, the part involving practitioners is particularly important.

The Daoist sect takes the lead, the Hanlin Academy is the chief writer, and compiles the biographies of ancient and modern monks. The Great Zhou Guoshi is a figure that cannot be avoided.

"Now the biographies of the national teacher are roughly completed, but there is a lack of records of the years before the immortal's death. Pei Sili specially ordered me to come here, and please recall and tell the experience of the national teacher you witnessed." Huang He spread the white paper, grinded and picked up the pen.

However, he waited for a few breaths, but did not hear the other party's answer.

Huang He raised his head, startled, and saw the young man in the wicker chair who was younger than himself was lost in thought.

"Sorry, I remembered something." Feeling his gaze, Ji Pingan smiled apologetically, hesitated for a while, and asked with interest: "Can I know how they recorded the life of the national teacher?"

"Of course," Huang He didn't feel any difference. He thought it was normal to be curious about that legendary figure. Recorded some."

While speaking, he took out a blue book from his pocket and handed it over.

Some are looking forward to the other party's reaction... It should be noted that for most mortals, the stories recorded on paper are secrets.

I still remember that when I read the manuscript for the first time, my heart was full of excitement, I couldn't sleep all night, and I had infinite regrets:

How wonderful it would be if we could live in the same era as Master Guoshi, follow him, and lead the horse.

However, the expected excitement and exclamation did not come.

Ji Pingan took it, opened it and looked at it for a while, then suddenly said: "That's not right."

"What?" Huang He didn't hear clearly.

The young man who took off his bamboo hat calmly dropped the brochure: "What they said is all wrong."

　My idea is to start two updates tomorrow. .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)