The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 27 Anyone who rebels must end with a sword (for further reading)

Walking on the street, Ji Pingan began to think about how to deal with it. Considering the need to hide his identity, he was not going to use star officials.

In the stage of nourishing qi, there are not many ways to deal with the enemy.

Let's keep it simple... During the ups and downs of my thoughts, I was suddenly interrupted by a crisp voice: "Guest, do you want a spring pancake?"

Looking up, there is a canopy propped up next to the stone pier at the head of the bridge, and there is a food stall under it, with thin spring pancakes and green balls stacked up. An old man is busy making it, and a little girl is standing next to it.

Ji Pingan smiled and walked straight past without saying anything, the little girl suddenly showed a disappointed expression.

Not long after, I saw a few men in short shirts coming, who were accustomed to hawking, but the old man pulled him behind him, and waited for them to leave before whispering: "That's a gangster, don't cause trouble."

The little girl blinked: "They seem to be following that little brother."

The old man shook his head and sighed, and said, "It's beyond our control, just ignore it."

From the old man's point of view, the young man might be in trouble, but they are powerless to interfere.

……

"He seems to have spotted us." A short-shirted warrior in front whispered.

The leader, Scar Warrior, grinned, raised his hand and held down the dagger hidden in his waist, signaling that he would no longer hide.

This place is far enough away from Jinshiju, and it is relatively remote. These people have been carefully cultivated by Lin Hu for many years, and their martial arts are good, especially the leader is a martial artist who cultivates Qi.

Under the premise of not provoking the big shots in the capital, she has absolute confidence and does not leave any lies.

Seeing the young man turning into an alley "in a panic", several people rushed in one file at a time, running fast, for fear of losing track, but they were stunned within a few steps.

I saw a plum tree planted in the corner of the alley, which was very beautiful.

The young man with the umbrella waited quietly beside the plum tree, his demeanor was calm and serene, where there was no panic or panic?
"Something is wrong." The leader whispered, from the martial artist's intuition, which made him aware of the danger in the air.

But the other party clearly has no trace of martial arts, could it be a monk?
But it's also in the realm of nourishing qi, and with the inspiration of a warrior, he should be aware of it earlier, unless his cultivation is a big realm higher than him.

"My friend, how about moving around?" Scar Warrior smiled, and the moment he opened his mouth, a wisp of energy, no thicker than a silk thread, like a fire dragon, rushed through the meridians in his chest.

When he stepped out, the green bricks on the soles of his shoes vibrated, and the strength penetrated deeply, creating a cloud of water mist, and the black trousers suddenly tightened.

The rest of the warriors in short shirts who got the hint also shot out brazenly, sealing off all the movement space of the opponent.

After sensing the danger, the experienced man did not choose to evacuate, but seized the opportunity.

Facing the siege of several masters, Ji Ping'an's eyes were calm, as if he didn't see these people at all, he just took half a step back after calculating silently.

At the same time, his hanging cuffs vibrated slightly.

A series of silver-gray sword shadows flew out.

It made a low, sharp whistle, cut through the air with a "chi chi", weaving into a net of death, covering all enemies.

Scar Warrior's pupils shrank suddenly, the warning in his heart suddenly became strong, and his body was driven by instinct to flee.

In the next second, he felt his world spinning, and his angle of view was elevated somehow, overlooking the narrow and old alley, headless corpses with blood gushing from their necks, knelt down towards the young man in front of him.

Then, the field of vision plunged into darkness.

The spring rain is misty, and the alley returns to tranquility, only the branch of that plum tree is stained with bright red.

Killing must be done with the sword, and the blood will not stain the body.

……

Chang'an Avenue.

A carriage rumbled along, and inside the carriage, the thin Han Bachi was thinking about what the sword-bearer had told him, thinking about how to arrange it later.

It's just that for some reason, the eyelids suddenly twitched, and the mind was restless.

At this moment, the carriage slowed down slowly, and hurried footsteps approached: "Master, there is a situation."

Han Bachi lifted the curtain of the car, looked at the servant standing in the rain, frowned and said, "Say."

The servant said: "Not long ago, the Red Stick gang left and led several warriors away...I have ordered people to follow and investigate."

Han Bachi was still puzzled at first, but when he heard the sudden change in his face behind him, his uneasiness grew stronger, and he said in a deep voice, "Changing the road, go and have a look."

Not long after, the carriage stopped at the back door of the gang, Han Bachi got off the carriage, but was stopped by the gang at the door:
"Idlers stop."

The servant next to him kicked out and kicked the gatekeepers away.

Han Bachi walked straight into the inner hall, and saw Han Hu pacing back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back, showing anxiety on his face.

"Father, why are you here?" Han Hu glanced at the person, his face changed, and he laughed.

Han Bachi squinted his eyes, didn't say a word, and approached step by step. After decades of accumulating prestige for a long time, Rao had a rebellious heart, but Han Hu was still in a state of confusion at this moment, with cold sweat on his forehead, dry mouth and tongue, and a beating heartbeat. Such as beating a drum.

He pulled a stiff smile: "Father?"

Seeing this, Han Bachi's heart sank, and a certain guess arose in his mind, but he couldn't believe it. After thinking for a while, he sat down in the position of the gang leader and said:

"I have nothing to do, come here to sit and sit. I have always heard that the gang is running well. I saw it today, and it is true. The guards at the gate dared to scold and stop the old man."

Han Hu was shocked, and said angrily: "This happened, come here, throw him to the torture hall, and break his legs."

Immediately, he apologized with a smile: "Father, calm down, it must be that the newcomers don't know you are old."

Han Bachi took a deep look at him, didn't say anything, just asked about the big and small affairs of his gang seemingly casually, Han Hu answered fluently, and gradually felt relieved.

After a while, suddenly a servant came from outside, whispered something in the ear of the official Shenduyin.

Han Bachi's cheeks twitched imperceptibly, then he closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time. When he opened his eyes again, he sighed suddenly:
"In the past two years, I have gradually delegated power to you, and it turns out that each of you has grown up.

"Speaking of which, you have been with me for many years. Among the brothers, you are the most like me when I was young... as decisive and bold... but there is one thing you haven't learned, and that is the heart of awe... "

Han Hu felt uneasy, and said with a stiff smile, "What does foster father say?"

Han Bachi got up slowly. The old man's body was no longer as strong as it used to be, and he looked thin and thin. Standing in front of his burly adopted son, he felt a little weak.

The two looked at each other, and gradually, Han Hu seemed to understand something, the humility on his face disappeared, and he became indifferent: "It seems that the foster father knows."

Han Bachi was slightly sad, and said:

"This afternoon, when I told you those words, I was thinking that although your personality is flawed, and although you usually have obedience and injustice, these years are generally considered to be rules. Although there are small mistakes, you don't make big ones. It is appropriate for the darknet to be a pawn... But, you are still in a hurry."

A warning sign rose in Han Hu's heart. He moved his luck subconsciously, but he was shocked to find that he seemed to be under the spell of immobilization, unable to move, and was imprisoned by a golden light cord at some time on his body.

No matter how much he struggled, it was useless.

Han Bachi dropped the burnt talisman paper from his cuff, sighed softly, and said, "You shouldn't have lost your head, and now there is no other way but to deal with it according to the rules."

Han Hu was terrified and tried to say something, but he couldn't speak. He could only watch helplessly as the old man raised a finger like an iron bar, and gently pierced his brow.

At the last moment of death, he heard the old man say softly: "You asked me earlier why the hermit officials of all generations were willing to be driven. The reason is actually very simple.

"Because...for 500 years, all hermit officials who thought this way have died without exception."

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