The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 86 The Reunion After 13 Years (Leader Gagen)

Under the night, the Lancang River is rushing.

The night in early summer was not hot and dry, Ji Pingan slowly raised his head and looked at the "fairy" standing in the air ahead.

The feather robe flutters in the wind, her figure is impeccable, her temperament is cold and dusty, her head is covered with blue silk, and she holds a dust whisk in her hand.

Thousands of silk threads are like the condensed stars.

With clear eyes like stars, there is a trace of curiosity in the majesty, looking down at the young man below.

"You... are Ji Pingan?"

The sound is not loud, but it is like thunder exploding in the ears. This is a method bestowed by the Taoist Yang God, which can shock the mind.

But Ji Ping'an only felt a little noisy and unexpected.

From the moment he traveled thousands of miles from Leizhou to the city of God, he knew that sooner or later, there would be a day when he would meet the head teacher of the Taoist sect.

It's just that today's way, I really didn't think about it.

After all, he is the peak powerhouse of the Divine Hidden Realm, shouldn't he stay away from the world and look down on the world...

Well, Mo Lin performing martial arts is indeed something worth seeing in the world, and the Shendu Chess Academy is not far from Qingyun Palace, so it is not surprising that he came to pay attention, but it is a bit unexpected to show up in person.

Hmm... Ji Pingan automatically ignored these thoughts when he thought about them:

As a former cultivator in the Divine Hidden Realm, bullying children is also not in line with his status, but it is not reborn, it is another matter.

Xin Yaoguang didn't know what was going on in his mind, and he couldn't help being a little surprised to see that Ji Pingan was still able to remain calm under the shock of the Yang God.

Immediately thinking of this "little guy"'s record of winning three games in a row, it seemed reasonable.

Very people do very things.

In his mind, what Yu Yu mentioned in the past, about this "recommended by the national teacher", came to mind.

It's just that in the past, although I had an impression of Ji Ping'an, with her status and vision, it was only "impressed", far from being profound, let alone the idea of ​​meeting her.

What really caught her attention was not a game of Go close at hand, but the familiar song "Time" by the Baidi Lake.

Then, he secretly poked and watched with the Yang God.

Watch him play the flute on the Baidi, draw dragons in the Green Apricot Garden, and play chess in the Chess Court.

Although she was already a first-class powerhouse at that time, this young man still refreshed her views time and time again.

Finally, I couldn't hold back and showed up to see him.Still can't practice at home.

……

"Secretary of the Qin Tianjian, Chen Jiping, has met Zhangjiao Xin." While thinking about it, the boy on the bridge saluted politely.

The tone is calm, the eyes are clear, and the voice is intermittent in the sound of the rushing river.

Xin Yaoguang stared at her with long and narrow eyes, with an interesting taste: "Do you recognize me?"

Ji Pingan said:
"Fortunately, I have looked through the classics of the Taoism Gate. In the capital of God, there is only one person who can walk the Kun Dao with the body of the Yang God."

Xin Yaoguang nodded, her voice maintained a proper indifference:

"Sure enough, as Yu Yu said, he has extensive knowledge."

That spoiled little girl will say good things about me? ... Ji Pingan didn't believe it, and said politely:
"The saintess is overrated. I don't know if the head teacher will show up, what advice can I give?"

This young man... sure enough, as Yu Yu said, a little arrogant... Xin Yaoguang narrowed his eyes slightly.

With her current status, it's almost the same if she doesn't say that she is flattering, but Ji Ping'an is neither humble nor overbearing, which is a bit interesting.

"I listened to the piece you played, and it looks like a national teacher." Xin Yaoguang's vermilion lips parted slightly, "I don't know how to learn it?"

In fact, the piece played by Ji Pingan is not quite the same as the national teacher's in memory. This is not only a problem with Xin Yaoguang's memory filter, but also related to his identity change.

Mental age is closely related to physical age.

In old age, no matter how childlike innocence is, it can't hide the old and decayed spirit like the setting sun.

Correspondingly, when returning to youth, no matter how mature the soul will be, the mood will change, and the tunes played will naturally be different.

Of course, there are differences.But after all, it is played by one person, and there are some things that are in the same line, which cannot be lost.

Ji Pingan replied: "It was taught by the national teacher in the past."

Xin Yaoguang looked down at him: "Painting, chess, astronomy knowledge, and even your mask, teleportation talismans..."

Ji Pingan pushed it cleanly: "It's all a gift from the national teacher."

Xin Yaoguang was silent for a while, and said, "Your identity?"

"A disciple passed on by the national teacher."

"No wonder...why hide it."

"Stay out of trouble."

"It's smart."

On the big stone bridge under the night, the two asked and answered, concise and clear.

This kind of conversation had happened many years ago, but at that time, the person who asked the question was the master Zhou who set the question, and the person who answered was Xin Yaoguang, a genius disciple of Taoism.

Time is like an arrow, the mountains and rivers are old...

It's just that if someone sees this scene, I don't know how surprised they will be.

Xin Zhangjiao has been in retreat for many years, and His Majesty the God Emperor can hardly ask to see him, but on this night, he talked with a young man.

Xin Yaoguang sighed softly, and said: "So, you are returning at the last wish of the national teacher? Inheriting Qin Tianjian?"

Ji Pingan said: "I didn't think so long-term."

Xin Yaoguang seemed to smile on her cold face:
"Master Guoshi conspired against Wushuang in the world, and I am also amazed. Knowing that the end is approaching, how could he not make any arrangements for the aftermath. Qin Tianjian has the least background among the major sects, so it is reasonable to send a genius disciple back It should be. From this point of view, this year's gods are rewarding something."

Well thought out... Ji Pingan nodded in his heart, smiled and said nothing, assuming the right to acquiesce.

Xin Yaoguang changed the topic:
"However. You are still Meng Lang after all in what you do today. Neither Mo Lin nor the emperor will ignore a person whose origin is unknown but who carries a teleportation talisman."

Ji Ping'an's expression became serious:
"Headmaster means..."

Xin Yaoguang seemed to smile, and said:

"This seat also accepted the kindness of the national teacher in the past, and will take care of the follow-up troubles for you. It's not early, go back quickly."

Ji Pingan raised his eyebrows and said, "Thank you, Master."

The first dialogue between the two parties in this life is about to end.

Just when Xin Yao's Guangyang spirit was about to fade away, Ji Ping'an suddenly remembered something and asked:

"There is one more thing. Regarding the monster assassin who assassinated me a few days ago, I don't know if the head teacher knows the origin?"

Xin Yaoguang glanced at him in surprise, shook his head and said:
"Shenzang is not omniscient. Besides, the gods are the emperor's territory after all."

Implication:
First, I don't pay attention to such trivial matters, and the Divine Hidden Realm will not know things in the ordinary world out of thin air.

Second, although the Daoist sect is powerful, it still needs to give face to the emperor. It is impossible to release the divine sense unscrupulously, and it is not good to intervene in the affairs of the court.

Ji Pingan was not surprised, he just asked casually.

After the last assassination, he used astrology many times to try to deduce the truth behind the "Peng Yuan case" and the "official murder case".

But firstly, his cultivation base is too low, and secondly, this matter was obviously interfered by a high-ranking and strong person, so he got nothing.

Well, it's just a small matter after all...

In the next second, Xin Yaoguang's figure gradually faded away, as if he had never appeared before. Since its arrival, it has enveloped the surroundings for hundreds of feet, and the enchantment that covered the existence of the two disappeared.

"Hey, grandpa, look, the person who suddenly disappeared on the bridge reappeared."

bridgehead.Among the grandpa and grandson who set up a stall selling snacks, the little girl pointed to the dark distance in surprise and said.

The old man hurriedly pressed her arm, and said: "Don't look around, don't get dirty!"

The last time the grandfather and grandson witnessed the murder of a practitioner, they were terrified and had lingering fears.

……

……

Outside the chess academy, the gathered crowd had dispersed.

Disciple Mo Lin also returned to the station, and Gao Mingjing drove towards the palace alone in a carriage.

The great painter closed his eyes and fell asleep. In his mind, the scene that the young man who called himself "He" "erased" out of thin air played back repeatedly.

Possessing the ability to teleport through space, no matter whether it is one's own cultivation or the use of magic weapons, is by no means a simple person.

Mo Lin can lose, but at least he must lose clearly.

Suddenly, the horse neighed, Gao Mingjing suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that the carriage was still moving, but the originally thick carriage faded away a little bit.

His sight, through the translucent compartment, saw that the outside was no longer the bustling city of God, but a gray mist.

The great painter was shocked, and raised his hand to clasp the painting scroll beside him, intending to smash it to pieces, releasing the painting body to meet the enemy.

But I heard a cold and indifferent female voice: "This matter is over."

Gao Mingjing paused for a moment, then suddenly became solemn, cupped his hands and said, "But Master Xin of the Daoist sect?"

"Go back." The female voice was ethereal.

The gray fog disappeared, and the carriage returned to its original appearance. Outside the curtain, the coachman cursed and the horses' hoofs stepped on the stone pavement under the moonlight.

"Respectfully send off the head teacher." Gao Mingjing exhaled slowly, with lingering fears in his heart, not daring to make any mistakes, looked solemnly in the direction of Qingyun Palace, and ordered in a deep voice:

"Don't go to the palace anymore, go back to the post house."

Xin Yaoguang's sound transmission is an attitude.

That is: I don't want Gao Mingjing to continue to pursue the identity of a young man.

"So... that Young Master 'He' is a Taoist disciple? But I have never heard of such a person in the Daoist generation. Could it be the holy son who does not show his true face in the rumors?"

Gao Mingjing thought in his heart.

……

Royal Palace.

"So, this person disappeared in the Chess Academy out of thin air? Is he a monk?" Emperor Yuan Qing asked in a deep voice after hearing the details.

Duke Lu hesitated and said, "It's more likely that some kind of magic weapon was used."

Emperor Yuanqing frowned:
"If I remember correctly, magical artifacts that involve shape-shifting are not common."

As an emperor, Yuan Qing has a suspicious personality.A monk with unknown origin and good ability appeared under his nose... This made him instinctively vigilant.

Lu Guogong hesitated and said, "Maybe it's a side door?"

Emperor Yuan Qing shook his head with a majestic face. Although the rivers and lakes are big, they are still small fish and shrimps.

He thought about it, but he didn't feel relieved. He sent Duke Lu away first, and then called his attendant:

"Send someone to Qingyun Palace and ask the headmaster if he knows the origin of Mr. 'He'."

"Here."

The little eunuch took the order and rushed towards Qingyun Palace at full speed.

Emperor Yuanqing waited in the room for a long time, and the latter finally returned:
"Reporting to Your Majesty, Master Xin did not show up, and only sent someone to deliver a message."

It's strange that she is willing to show up... Even if I ask for an interview in person, it may not be successful... Emperor Yuan Qing muttered and asked:

"What did the headmaster say?"

The little eunuch said: "Headmaster Xin just said one thing, please don't pay attention to this matter, Your Majesty."

do not mind?So... the head teacher knows, but he doesn't want to tell me... Emperor Yuan Qing deciphered the meaning, and was annoyed in his heart, but he didn't want to ask further.

He waved his hands indifferently and said, "Got it."

……

post house.

When Gao Mingjing's carriage stopped at the door, Mo Lin's disciple stepped forward to greet him:
"Master Gao, you are back."

The great painter said "En", and seeing his disciple's dejected expression, he couldn't help but sighed softly.

Stepping into the courtyard, I saw a group of painters and musicians waiting in the courtyard. The atmosphere was dull, in stark contrast to three days ago.

"Master Gao... Can the identity of that person be found?"

Fengshen was handsome, and Qu Chuchen, who was dressed like a gentleman, got up to greet him with an eager tone.

He still remembers finding that person and having a long talk with him... discussing painting skills.

Wearing an elegant long dress, the bookish musician Zhong Tongjun also stood up, with anticipation hidden in his eyes.

"Chess King" fat man was silent, sitting in the corner, and looked up when he heard the sound.

Gao Mingjing met the eyes of a group of disciples, shook his head, and said:
"This person's identity is mysterious, and he may have something to do with the Daoist sect, so it's inconvenient to investigate further."

Is it related to Taoism?The disciples were surprised.

Gao Mingjing didn't explain too much, looked around the disciples, and said seriously:
"Today's defeat was due to lack of strength in battle. You don't need to blame yourself, and you don't need to worry about it. You must know that there are people beyond the sky, and there is a sky beyond people. Victory is not arrogant, and defeat is not discouraged. This is the foundation of our Molin disciples. Martial arts is a trivial matter. Your goal is to be rewarded by the gods, so don't let a little setback damage your spirit."

The disciples of Molin bowed to listen to the training, and after some speeches, their frustration was greatly relieved.

After all, they are all determined people, and they are not so easy to be hit.

Gao Mingjing waved his hands in satisfaction, and ordered all the disciples to go to practice.

Suddenly, the little fat man "Chess King" came over and said:
"Master Gao, I have been fighting with him for several hours today, and I always feel that person is somewhat familiar."

"familiar?"

"Yes," the little fat man showed confusion, as if organizing his words:

"I have never seen his face before, his voice is also very strange, his body is ordinary, and his clothes are even more common. I am referring to his temperament. It is somewhat unclear from the star official who took Lian Congyun away on stage three days ago. Inexplicably similar.

"It's just... I only had brief contact with that star official at that time, so it may be an illusion."

He held back these words for a long time, and finally said them.

Star official?

Gao Mingjing was taken aback, he had heard about what happened with Lian Congyun, but he hadn't witnessed it.

After careful questioning at the moment, the little fat man couldn't tell why. He only roughly described his appearance and temperament, and added:
"By the way, he used spells to restore Lian Congyun's energy. The corresponding person should be the 'Sui' star, perhaps the star official of Muyuan."

After speaking, he was surprised to see Gao Mingjing's strange expression.

Why... this description is similar to that Ji Ping'an?

But he is the chief inspector of Qin Tianjian, so it is impossible for him to have anything to do with Xin Yaoguang, and besides...if he is, there is no reason to disguise himself.

"Don't think too much, you probably got it wrong." The big painter patted the little fat man's shoulder and said.

……

Qin Tianjian, Qinglian Xiaozhu.

In the quiet room, a wall rippled, and Ji Pingan stepped in to make sure the surroundings were safe.Fang unloaded the human skin mask, clothes and other things, and put them into the "kit".

The knuckles creaked, and he returned to his original appearance. He pushed the door and returned to the courtyard, lying on the wicker chair a little tiredly.

At the same time as he was almost lying down, there were hurried footsteps outside the courtyard.

The gate of the courtyard was pushed open with a bang, Huang He led Mu Yaoyao, and several other star officials of Muyuan rushed in together.

"My lord, you are here." Huang He was surprised.

Ji Pingan yawned, with a lazy expression, and smiled:
"Otherwise, I'm still waiting for you to cook. Well, what happened?"

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ps: The typo is changed first and then changed

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