The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 85 Xin Yaoguang: Are you Ji Ping'an? (two in one)

Lost...he lost...when the conversation between the two spread far away through the formation engraved in the arena.

The square, which was originally extremely depressed, boiled with a bang.

The nearest "referee" held a pen in one hand and was already ready to copy the game record. When he heard this sentence, he raised his head in astonishment and looked at the "Chess King" in disbelief.

It was only after seeing his appearance as if he had been drained of strength that he was finally sure.

"Won……"

Under the stage, a group of chess players from the chess academy are still studying and deducing the repercussions of the two sides, trying to judge the direction from the tragic situation.

Hearing this all of a sudden, they all stopped their movements and looked up at the ring. A chess piece in the thin Dean's hand fell with a clatter, without realizing it.

Victory... Lian Congyun Fangfu, the big player in the country, deduced the result, raised his head, and heard this sentence, blood suddenly flushed on his pale face due to illness, and a dazzling brilliance bloomed in his eyes.

I felt a wave of ecstasy rising from the bottom of my heart, and my whole body was full of strength, and Duke Lu's hearty laughter came from my ears.

"Slaying three times in one day, who dares to say that I have no one in the Great Zhou God?!" The old man swept away his downfall, his back straightened, and his voice was majestic.

Then he turned his head to look in the direction where Brother Merlin was.

Lost... The great painter with long silver-white hair and a rather fairy air was silent. He forced himself to control himself so that he didn't show too much expression on his face.

Corresponding to it is the monstrous waves in the heart.

Thinking back three days ago, he was full of energy, thinking that Mo Lin's martial arts performance this year would shake the capital of God.As a result, in the blink of an eye, in just one day... no, in just half a day, he was swept away by the same person.

Complete the reversal.

The change came too suddenly, like a tornado, Gao Mingjing was not prepared for it!

"Keqiao, he..." Behind him, Mo Lin's disciples headed by Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun could hardly contain the astonishment and frustration on their faces.

And confusion.

"Where did such a person come from in the capital of the gods?" A painter was puzzled, "Isn't it inhuman to penetrate the three realms?"

It's just... outrageous!
And compared to the ups and downs of the Molin monks, the more people in the city of God who watched the battle were pure joy.

"It turns out...Mr. Xiaohe didn't leave after losing, but was determined to win." The scholar holding a folding fan praised.

"Three fights in a row, three fights in a row by one person... Throughout the hundreds of years of martial arts performances, this is unheard of! No one has been seen before, and there will be no one who will come after!" The old master who came from the Qingxing Garden stroked his beard and laughed.

"Won!"

"We won!"

"Let this little fat man show off his prestige, how about now?"

"Mr. He, you are truly a hero!"

The people couldn't think of long-winded comments, and expressed their pride and joy as Shendu people in the simplest words.

He didn't hesitate to send out loud cheers, if not for the yamen servants stubbornly stopping him, there would have been fanatical fans rushing to the ring.

"It's over..." In the crowd, the star officials of the Muyuan, who had finally squeezed into the middle of the crowd, were stunned.

Huang He was awkward in place, not knowing whether to move forward or to retreat.

Mu Yaoyao stomped her feet angrily, feeling as if she was looking forward to the concert, but just as she arrived at the entrance of the venue, the singer called her curtain call...

One word: Gan!

She tried her best to stand on tiptoe, trying to get a glimpse of what "Mr. He" looked like, but in the dark night, she saw a figure from the back walking down the ring step by step and disappearing.

Ji Pingan didn't seem to feel the restlessness and joy around him, nor did he intend to stay behind.

After stepping off the stage, he ignored the chess players and walked straight to the direction of the chess academy, a street that was not crowded with people.

People watched him leave, still immersed in great shock, when they came back to their senses, they found that the other party was almost gone.

"Why did you just leave? Someone, go and ask Mr. He to come over!" The old man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly ordered his servants to chase after him.

"Sir, please stay!" All the chess players in the Chess Academy also got up in a hurry, trying to persuade them to stay.

It would be a great pity if such a character who had cut three battles in a row was let go like this.

However, someone is faster than them.

In the crowd, the great painter in a loose robe flicked his sleeves, floated through the crowd, and chased after the figure who almost turned into the alley.

"Wait!" Gao Mingjing raised his hand and called out, seeing that it didn't stop, he gritted his teeth, and simply cast a spell, jumped into the air, and then lightly blocked the opponent's path.

There is no lamp here, it is dark, and it is not clear in the night.Wearing a bamboo hat, Ji Ping'an almost melted into the dark night.

Seeing Gao Mingjing Yufeng falling three feet away in front of him, he stopped and frowned: "Is there something wrong?"

His voice has been adjusted, just like his height and appearance.

Gao Mingjing looked at the strange face in the darkness, he was a little surprised, and said:

"Young master is a great talent, Mr. Gao wants to invite..."

"No." Ji Pingan interrupted mercilessly.

"..." Gao Mingjing was choked up, stupefied, only to see the young man on the opposite side showing an impatient expression, and muttered something.

Immediately, with his right hand in his sleeve, Ji Pinganlong gently tore apart a prepared talisman, and his figure was erased bit by bit by a blackboard eraser like lines drawn with chalk.

Disappeared in the slightly cold night of Shendu.

Gao Mingjing's pupils shrank suddenly, and his spiritual consciousness swept out, but it had disappeared without a trace.

……

……

The last match of Mo Lin's martial arts performance is over, but the aftertaste of this wonderful match is still spreading.

On Chang'an Avenue, the bustling shops are brightly lit after nightfall.

Although the three competitions are huge, in fact, only a few people know about them.

In this era when communication is not well developed and most of the time the news is delivered by "roar", the vast majority of people in the capital city of God with a population of one million are still unaware of everything that happened.

In a restaurant.

A group of guests arrived by appointment and ordered drinks, but the atmosphere was quite dull.

Everyone knows that today is the last day of martial arts.

Mo Lin's three arenas are like three mountains, which are unshakable and irritating.

"I don't know how many people challenged today." A drinker dressed as a businessman said, "The ring should be withdrawn now."

The friend at the same table let out a "huh", raised his glass, took a sip of mulled wine, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid there is no one to fight."

"It's not... there should be some." The young drinker next to him said.

"So what? Are you taking the stage to humiliate yourself? The master of the country, the imperial painters and musicians in the court have all failed. Who can do it? Count on you, or count on me?" The former retorted.

The latter was left speechless.

The onlookers were silent, some sighed softly, and some raised their glasses and poured a sip of cold wine into their mouths.

Finally, the shopkeeper by the counter sighed and said:

"The national teacher once said that victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. I am just worried that even the national player will be seriously ill. I don't know if he can survive."

Just at this moment, amidst the sound of "dumping", a middle-aged man in a shabby gown stepped upstairs, panting, with a blush on his face.

A familiar drinker sneered:

"Poor scholar. Why do you have spare money today to buy wine? Why didn't you see you carrying a jug?"

The price of taking a seat in a restaurant is quite different from drinking wine with a wine jug.

The poor scholar is a poor scholar, a good drinker, and he can't let go of the dignity of a scholar, so he is not willing to work. He only occasionally comes over with a few copper coins, pats them on the counter, asks the waiter to make a dime of wine, and looks at the other table The dishes on the table go with the wine.

"I didn't bring any money today."

When the poor scholar heard the words, his expression was calm, but his chest was raised high. Under the suspicious eyes of everyone, the corner of his mouth raised:
"However, I have some news that I can exchange wine for drinking."

The familiar drinker made a laugh: "It's really ingenious, what news can I exchange for wine?"

The shopkeeper leaning against the counter also smiled, and said with great interest:
"tell me the story."

The poor scholar was not annoyed when he saw everyone teasing and joking, and said leisurely:

"Do you know the change of Mo Lin's martial arts today? The 'Mr. He' who cut three battles in a row and made history?"

Martial arts?One person cut three times in a row?
The drinkers were stunned, and couldn't help but said: "Don't make up some nonsense to deceive, who can kill three times in a row?"

The poor scholar let out a "huh" and said, "Without wine and food, this story is not easy to tell."

Everyone scratched his itchy spots, scratching their hearts and livers, but this scholar looked calm and composed, his words were eloquent, and he didn't look like a fake.

Immediately, the original businessman and drinker said arrogantly:

"Boss, give Xiucai a jug of wine and a stack of side dishes, and charge them to my account."

The shopkeeper smiled, and ordered Xiaoer to go get some wine.

Not long after it was placed on the counter, the poor scholar took a sip of his wine, picked up some side dishes with chopsticks, and then said slowly:
"This is more, starting from Baidi's song "Time"..."

Then, he narrated the process of half-hearing and half-witnessing, and the drinkers present were fascinated, surprised and delighted.

A wave of ecstasy welled up in my heart, but I felt it was too unbelievable to believe it.

More and more doubts are stories made up by poor scholars.Just as they were about to be interrogated, suddenly, the sound of "Deng Deng Deng" hurried footsteps approached, a regular customer came upstairs, and gave Poor Xiucai an annoyed look:
"I actually told you first."

A drinker's heart was pounding, and he asked anxiously: "You also want to talk about martial arts? Is there someone who killed three people in a row?"

"It's true, many people have come back from the chess academy, and you will find out later."

In the restaurant, the guests looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

……

Qingyun Palace.

The National Education General Forum is not far from the Chess Academy, only two streets away.

In the evening, Yu Yu, who finished his daily practice, could vaguely hear the noise in the distance.

With her character, she can't wait to spread her wings and fly to watch.However, the partial students are limited by the order of the master, and are not allowed to go out at will.

I had no choice but to send a Taoist disciple to inquire about information, and I am like an old general in the army, sitting alone in the "army tent" and listening to people's reports.

At this moment, Yu Yu was scratching his head and pacing in the hall, when he suddenly heard the reverse noise of the chess academy going straight into the night sky, which could be clearly heard from such a long distance.

"What happened? Could it be the result?"

Yu Yu was shocked, she already knew about "Bai Causeway" and "Green Apricot Garden", and also knew that the third competition was going on at the Chess Academy.

How can I not be anxious at this time? If I were to use a metaphor, it would be like watching a football game, and the power went out...

It's annoying.

Finally, after patiently tormenting for a while, a Taoist disciple who was sent out to inquire about the news rushed back, his expression excited, and his Taoist robe fluttering:

"Senior Sister Yu! Senior Sister Yu! The result is out!"

In an instant, Yu Yu, who was as anxious as an ant in a hot pot, flashed back to the seat, sitting in a dignified posture, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen, and his eyes closed, highlighting the persona of a cold saint.

When the disciple crossed the threshold, Yu Yufang raised his eyelids with a cold expression:
"Yelling, how decent is it? Speak slowly if you have something to say."

The Taoist disciple suddenly felt ashamed, bowed his head and said: "Senior sister reprimanded you. Then I will speak slowly..."

The corner of Yu Yu's mouth twitched: "You don't have to be too slow..."

After listening to him tell the result of "winning", he described in detail the whole process of Mr. "He" stepping down and leaving, all eyes on him, and Mr. Gao following him, but returning in a daze.

Hearing that, Yu Yu was very satisfied, and couldn't help but change his sitting posture, and moved forward a little:

"And then?"

"There is no more." The disciple scratched his head, "The person disappeared for some reason, so I rushed back to report."

Phew... Yu Yu said "En", complimented him, and ordered him to leave.Immediately, the girl was full of energy, jumped to the ground, and walked towards the garden with light steps.

Ready to share the gossip I just heard with Master.

And just when he arrived at the corner outside Ji Yuan, Yu Yu paused.

Some vigilantly poked out his head, looked around, and after confirming that there was no such thing as an ambush, he was relieved, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he took a step forward.

As a result, just after taking a few steps, I heard a long sigh from above my head.

Yu Yu's body stiffened, and he raised his head inch by inch, only to see a figure in a Tai Chi robe standing with his hands up and down on the branch of the peach tree at the door.

Under its feet, green vines pulled from nowhere are coiled, forming a platform to support the body, and the rest of the vines are like spiders weaving webs, connecting tree trunks, green bricks on walls, nearby eaves and other places.

"Junior Sister, I have been waiting for you here for a long time. Look at my newly developed 'green vine Taoism', how is it compared to that Ji Pingan?" Shengzi's voice was high, and it was hard to hide his satisfaction.

Because of the upturned posture, he looked down at her with the back of his head.

"..." Yu Yu had too many complaints in his mind for a while, and had nowhere to vomit. He habitually wanted to ridicule a few words, but found that Ji Pingan hadn't done anything unexpected recently.

She changed her mind and said with a sneer:
"It's hard to say how it is compared to Ji Ping'an. But I do know that another powerful person was born in God's City today, who is about the same age as you, but with the power of one person, and half a day's effort, he defeated three rings of Molin in a row. Mo Lin's three specialties of "painting", "sound" and "chess" defeated him in public.

"Qu Chuchen, Mr. Zhong Tong, and Keqiao all bowed their heads and paid their respects, sighing that they are not as good as... More so, just now, under the watchful eyes of countless people in the capital of God, they got up and left the scene before Keqiao was born, and only said one sentence: "Will you waste time?" ', making Keqiao admit defeat in public..."

As the words fell, the body of the Holy Son on the treetop shook violently, as if struck by lightning, and the green vines under his feet seemed to wither.

The voice trembled: "You... Seriously?!"

Yu Yu sneered: "If you don't believe me, ask yourself."

After speaking, she left in a good mood.

Only Shengzi was left standing there blankly, replaying the scene Yu Yu narrated in his mind.

For some reason, just thinking about it made him tremble all over, and his blood pulsed:
"Except for that Ji Ping'an in God's capital...there are still such characters hidden...I don't know the Holy Son, damn...damn..."

On the other side, Yu Yu walked lightly and arrived at the house where Master studied Taoism scriptures.

Pushing open the door and entering, you can see Xin Yaoguang sitting in front of the window, with her long and narrow eyes closed, her temperament is graceful and ethereal, like a fairy.

Yu Yu was a little distracted, looked at that beautiful face, and called softly: "Master?"

No movement.

She was stunned for a moment, and finally realized something was wrong, and approached carefully, but was suddenly blocked by an invisible mask hidden in the air.

The saint who was familiar with the master froze for a moment, realizing that although Xin Yaoguang's physical body was still there, the Yangshen had left her body, and she didn't know where she was going.

"It's so late, where is Master?"

……

Royal Palace.

After night fell, the entire imperial city was brightly lit, and the palace guards patrolled back and forth.

After discussing state affairs with several courtiers, Emperor Yuanqing spent another hour reviewing and playing the book in the imperial study. Then he felt tired and ordered the imperial dining room to deliver food.

Although the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty also had a practice inheritance, it was rather special.The emperor himself is no different from ordinary people, and his cultivation power is borrowed from foreign objects to mobilize the fortunes of the mountains, rivers and lands to meet the enemy.

Therefore, there is a lot of eating and drinking.In order to ensure that the imperial dining room is available on call, meals are prepared day and night, but most of them will be wasted.

inside the room.

The majestic, shiny black-haired Emperor Yuan Qing looked at the delicacies on the table, but he had a poor appetite. After only two spoonfuls of soup, he couldn't eat any more and waved his hands to order people to remove it.

Eunuch Deng held his fly whisk and said worriedly:

"Your Majesty, take care of your dragon body, and eat more. If the food is not to your appetite, and you want to eat something, the servant will tell the imperial dining room to prepare it."

Emperor Yuanqing waved his hand and sighed: "No need, I just can't eat it."

He glanced at the sky and said, "At this time, the three arenas must have been withdrawn. That's good, so as not to be an eyesore."

Eunuch Deng didn't know how to answer the words, he wanted to say a few words of comfort, when suddenly he heard a young eunuch rushing over in small steps:
"Report to Your Majesty, Duke Lu seeks an audience."

Emperor Yuanqing showed surprise on his face, and his bushy eyebrows frowned: "What is the Duke doing in the palace so late, let him come over."

In the afternoon, Duke Lu had just left the palace, and he came to visit again after only two or three hours, which made Emperor Yuanqing a little confused.

Not long after, the old man in Chinese clothes arrived, and as soon as he entered the door, he said with a smile on his face:

"The old minister sees His Majesty."

Seeing him smiling happily, Emperor Yuanqing became more and more suspicious:
"You don't need to be too polite, the Duke is in a hurry to visit, but what happened?"

Lu Guogong smiled and cupped his hands, and said loudly: "The old minister is to announce the good news to His Majesty..."

Then, he stated the news that Mo Lin's three rings were swept away by a young man wearing a bamboo hat.

At the end, he said: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, there are so many talents in the Great Zhou Dynasty. This is the contribution of His Majesty to govern the country and prosper..."

Emperor Yuan Qing didn't care about his flattery, he was stunned for a while, and then a joy rose in his heart, he got up and asked a few more questions, laughing loudly.

"Okay, okay! There is such an outstanding person in the capital of God. I don't know where this person is? If you pass it into the palace, I will reward you face to face!"

Duke Lu showed embarrassment when he heard the words, and said:
"This person doesn't seem to be interested in fame and wealth. After winning, he left without a trace. When the old minister sent his servants to look for him, he disappeared. Mr. Gao from Molin also went to stop him, but he came back..."

"The person disappeared? Gao Mingjing didn't stop him?" Emperor Yuan Qing was startled, and frowned slightly: "Speak carefully."

……

……

On the big stone bridge.

The space fluctuated suddenly, and then, a figure gradually appeared.

Ji Pingan breathed out, feeling the night sky was clean, the river under the bridge was majestic, and the noise in his ears disappeared, and he muttered: "It's finally clean."

He was prepared for the possible siege caused by the fight.Use a talisman stored in the kit to complete the transfer.

Space teleportation spells are rare, and talismans are even more precious, but of course there is no shortage of great Zhou masters.

"It's time to go back to eat." Ji Pingan identified the direction and was about to return to Qin Tianjian, but at this moment, he stopped and raised his head as if consciously, his pupils contracted slightly.

Under the starry sky, the air in front of him rippled through layers of eddies.

Wearing a yin and yang feather robe and a lotus flower jade crown on his head, a figure with a beautiful appearance and flawless facial features, like a fairy, walked out slowly, stood in mid-air, and looked down with long and narrow eyes.

Taoist head teacher, Xin Yaoguang!

The next moment, the fairy-like female crown standing among the strongest in the mainland opened her vermilion lips lightly, and her voice shook like thunder:

"You... are Ji Pingan?"

(End of this chapter)