The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 39 Because He Called Me Master (for further reading)
Misunderstanding... Huang Chen was startled, and then laughed at the inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart.

He was clearly a stranger, but when meeting him for the first time, he was naturally close to him. This kind of emotion was really inexplicable, and it was extremely rare for him.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the other party, this abrupt sentence of mine is more like..."strike up a conversation"?Well, the words invented by Master are very strange.

and many more……

The spiritual sense of a practitioner is far superior to that of ordinary people, especially the "star official" approach. Because of the perennial astrology divination, the sixth sense is strong... Isn't my sudden affection for this young man a fulfillment of what the Taoist school often talks about? "Fate"?
Thinking of this, Huang Chen's eyes changed.

These outsiders may feel that they have overcompensated, but the more advanced the monk, the more sensitive he is to his own abnormality.

But he didn't know that the reason why he felt familiar was only because Ji Pingan revealed a trace of the temperament of a national teacher in an instant.

"Are you also here to worship General Xuanwu?" At this moment, the young man asked.

Huang Chen came back to his senses and smiled: "Yes. I come every year."

The smile on the young man's face warmed up, and he said with emotion: "There are not many people who respect meritorious deeds like you, well, it's fate to meet, let's go to a teahouse?"

There is a tea house opposite the temple, and people in Dazhou are good at making friends.

As usual, with Huang Chen's low-key personality and identity, he would probably shake his head and refuse.

But maybe it's the coincidence of the festival, maybe it's the inexplicable sense of closeness, or maybe it's the phrase "meeting is fate"... Huang Chen hesitated, and said, "Okay."

……

They went upstairs together, found a vacant seat on the second floor, and waited for the waiter to offer tea and pastries, Huang Chen became more and more weird.

Just imagine that he is a majestic Qintianjianhou, who is also a high-ranking court official, but sitting and drinking tea with this young man is a new experience for him.

What surprised him even more was that as the two chatted endlessly, this seemingly ordinary boy became more and more extraordinary.

Regardless of the temperament of the conversation, the philosophical thinking and insights revealed in the words alone made him admire.

Huang Chen couldn't help getting interested, and occasionally asked some sharp questions, but the other party didn't hesitate, instead he often had sharp words, which more and more appealed to him.

Huang Chen left people with the impression of being an "honest person" and "reticent", but in fact, if this kind of person meets someone who suits his appetite, he will also talk endlessly.

Gradually, Huang Chen, who looked like a middle-aged martial artist, developed an urge to take the young man into the Tuyuan.

It doesn't matter if the talent is poor, I can help him to get enlightened, the key is that talents are rare, and disciples who are eye-catching are even rarer.

A thought arose, Huang Chen picked up the teacup and sipped, tentatively looked out the window at the Xuanwu Temple, the meritorious stone sculpture: "I heard that General Xuanwu is also a strong practitioner, are you interested in practicing one?"

Ji Pingan smiled and said, "I know a thing or two."

Huang Chen smiled, thinking that it was a young man who dared to say "slightly understand" in front of him, and he was somewhat exaggerated: "Oh? Then tell me, why do you understand slightly?"

The tone is slightly teasing, and there is a little smile in the eyes. There is a kind of boss in a certain field, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, watching Xiaobai confidently revealing his superficial knowledge, and then revealing his identity, Xiaobai feels ashamed. The onlookers exclaimed...

Subconsciously filling out the plot of the novel in his mind, Huang Chen became more and more looking forward to it... So, honest people are not really honest, they are more likely to be boring.

However, what he didn't know was that the young man in front of him was the boss, and he was the prisoner that Pu Xin was showing off...

Ji Pingan took everything into his eyes, shook his head secretly, thinking that "Xiaochen" was still the same as before, with a kind of clear stupidity and simplicity.

At this time, a sound of Xingmu sounded in the teahouse, which attracted the attention of the guests.

I saw a storyteller wearing a long gown standing in front of the screen, and said with a smile: "Guest officers, today is the birthday of General Xuanwu, how about the little old man tell a story about General Chen's battle on the battlefield?"

Today's teahouse is full of customers, most of them are thirsty guests who come to worship Chen Xuanwu and rest their feet.

An acquaintance at the bottom said: "The fighters are tired of hearing it. How many times have you said it? For another, I heard that General Xuanwu once followed the national teacher to practice. Is it true or not?"

The spirits of the rest of the guests were shaken. In the common world, the stories of practitioners are always a hot topic, let alone involving national teachers.

The storyteller was helpless, thought for a while, and said with a smile:
"Of course it's true, it's just that he doesn't have the title of master and apprentice. It's easy to prove it. Do you know that Huang Jianhou, one of the five great supervisors in Qintianjian today? He is the grandson of General Chen. If you want to say that Huang Jianhou He is also a legendary figure, who was foolish and foolish at a young age. He had no choice but to rely on General Xuanwu's relationship to join the national teacher's sect, but he was enlightened just like that...

"It's not easy to say that it was not easy to ask for a teacher in the past. There is another difficulty. The national teacher did not accept it. Later, such a small child knelt in the snow for three days before the national teacher nodded."

The tea guests were fascinated by what they heard, and Huang Chen who was sitting in the corner had a strange expression, unexpectedly talking about himself.

However, at almost the same time, Ji Pingan, who was at the same table with him, shook his head and said softly, "That's not right."

Huang Chen looked at him suspiciously, and said with some amusement, "What's wrong?"

Ji Pingan said calmly: "The national teacher has been used to wind and rain all his life, and his heart is not so soft. If he can be moved by only torturing himself to express his loyalty, then he has thousands of disciples."

Huang Chen's heart jumped suddenly, an indescribable feeling surged up for no reason, and he said with a smile:
"You are young, but you are old-fashioned. You speak so firmly, as if you know the truth."

"Of course I know." Ji Pingan closed his eyes, and pictures came one after another in his memory.

……

That winter.

The big week has been set, the world is peaceful, and there is a lot of snow in Qin Tianjian.

A woman wearing a satin cotton padded jacket, with eyebrows and eyes somewhat similar to the late Chen Xuanwu got out of the carriage, turned around and carried the silent, stone-like young Huang Chen out of the carriage, exhorting:

"I will take you to see Master Guoshi later, and beg him to accept you. You have to be obedient and courteous, you know? Call someone."

Xiao Huangchen lowered his head, wondering if he heard it.

The woman sighed helplessly, Quan Dang wrote it down, ordered the servants to wait outside, and took Xiao Huangchen by one hand, and walked along the snow-covered street to the central courtyard.

"Chen Xuanwu's daughter pays homage to Master Guoshi." The woman stood in the courtyard, saluted respectfully towards the closed door, then secretly pinched Xiao Huangchen with her hands, and urged in a low voice: "Call someone."

Huang Chen raised his head, stared at the front with wide eyes foolishly, his mouth was pursed into a line, and he remained silent, like a stone.

An old voice came from inside the house: "I have no intention of accepting disciples, let's go back."

The woman was shocked, and hurriedly knelt down and cried:

"My lord, please take pity on my father. Huang Man'er is naturally dull. If there is no one to rely on, how will he deal with the torrents in the court in the future? Even if he has no qualifications for cultivation, it is good to serve tea and hold fans under your seat." of."

As he spoke, he dragged Xiao Huangchen to kneel down and kowtow together.

"Go back." The old voice was extremely indifferent.

The woman pursed her lips, showing tenacity and ruthlessness on her face, and said: "My mother and son have no intention of disturbing the national teacher, sincerity can be learned from the world."

After saying that, they didn't say anything more, the mother and son knelt motionless in the snow, although they didn't say anything clearly, it meant that if they didn't agree, they would kneel down and get up.

A sneer came from the room: "If you don't think about Chen Xuanwu... just kneel if you want to."

Heavy snow flutters, and it will be dusk in a blink of an eye.

The servants of Huang's mansion waited anxiously outside the courtyard, not daring to go one step further.

It wasn't until the next morning that the woman couldn't stand it and fainted suddenly, which caused a lot of exclamations.

A kind-faced middle-aged star official drifted over, sighed, fed the woman soup to wake her up, and persuaded: "The national teacher has made up his mind, madam, go back, don't ruin your body in vain."

The woman shook her head and said nothing, but she couldn't stand it. More and more people from Huang's house came to persuade her. After holding on for a long time, she finally couldn't stand it anymore and was forcibly taken away. Before leaving, she issued a death order and asked Huang Chen to continue kneeling on the ground.

Strange to say, it was clear that women fainted several times, but the young Huang Chen carried it down, motionless, like a stone.

In the night, the wind and snow were getting stronger, and he was buried as a snowman, but he still didn't move, as if he was dead. The kind-faced star official came from time to time, tested it with magic, and couldn't help but sigh:

"This little doll is interesting. Although she looks a bit stupid, she is full of vigor and blood. Alas, why don't you go home and practice martial arts, and be a star official."

Huang Chen didn't say a word, ignored him, or he was already frozen stiff and couldn't answer.

"Idiot, idiot..." Mian Shanxing shook his head and left.

In this way, another day and night passed.

In the early morning of the third day, the door of the room that had been closed for several days was finally opened.

Wearing a loose robe, the long-haired, black-and-white national teacher yawned. After several days and nights of research at his desk, when he saw the snowman in the courtyard, he slightly raised his eyebrows and said indifferently:
"Don't get out yet?"

With a flick of his sleeve, the sun above his head suddenly became hot, and the ice and snow in the courtyard melted.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Huangchen, who was motionless on the spot, wet all over, with a bruised face and almost dead, was revealed. He still maintained the posture of three days ago, and the soil sank three inches under his knees.

The national teacher frowned, whipped up a gust of wind and took it into his palm, crossed into Lingsu to rescue him from the brink of death, and said:
"Go and drink some soup, and then get out, Chen Xuanwu of the province resents me for killing his grandson underground."

Xiao Huangchen blankly opened his frost-covered eyes, as if belatedly aware, remembering his mother's order to call someone, he said angrily:
"Master."

The national teacher was stunned.

……

Inside the tea house.

"What do you know? Why did the national teacher accept him?" Huang Chen, who looked like a middle-aged martial artist, asked with a smile.

Ji Pingan opened his eyes, thought for a while, and said, "Because he called Master."

The smile on Huang Chen's face froze suddenly, and his pupils shrank like needles!
"Who are you... exactly?!"

(End of this chapter)