The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 99 Promotion to New Teacher (Two in One)

There was a strange silence in the hall, and everyone had different emotions in their hearts.

However, if Ji Pingan was here, he would probably feel helpless again: Why are these people obsessed with brain supplements.

After a long time, Li Guofeng let out a deep breath and said:

"So, the real reason for his appearance at Senior Brother Gou's residence today is the same as his joining the Muyuan, and it is also the arrangement of the national teacher?"

Xu Xiurong shook his head and said:

"I don't know, but since Senior Brother Gou said that the matter is over and don't pursue it further, it doesn't make much sense to get to the bottom of it."

That's right... It doesn't matter if it's an arrangement, or as Gou Hanyi said, it doesn't matter if it coincides with the meeting.

The prisoners who finally consciously found a reasonable explanation did not intend to break the casserole.

Of course, I am more inclined to the former guess, so as to explain Qi Hongmian's behavior of allowing him to sit with him.

"That being the case, let's stop this matter." Li Guofeng said, no one questioned.

After a pause, he continued:
"As for Ji Ping'an... since he has no name and he doesn't want to publicize it, he still treats it like Si Chen, which is also good for him, but after this incident, Qi Hongmian probably knows his identity, so it may be difficult to keep it a secret .”

Fang Liuhuo let out a "hey" and said:
"It doesn't matter. We are also the masters of the state. There is not one more kid."

Huang Chen said:

"Based on his talent and ability, it doesn't make much difference whether he has this title or not. In contrast, what I think is whether he can give advice to Luo Huaizhu as well as others."

Bai Chuan raised his eyebrows: "You mean..."

Huang Chen considered his words and said:
"Among the many skills of the National Teacher, we each inherited some, but we are not good at teaching. Ji Ping'an can learn the skills of teaching others, so it shouldn't be wasted.

"My idea is that the Divine City Grand Prize is imminent. Although he is not cultivated enough to participate, he has already entered the special training class, and he may be able to guide Shi Hao and the others. With his demonstrated ability, it is a waste to just be a student gone."

Li Guofeng was also a little moved.

Just like many people with good grades, but not good at teaching, several of them belong to this category.

Ji Ping'an's cultivation base is too low, but if he can use his foresight and brains, it can also be used as a help.

After deliberating, he said:

"You can try it. How about this, Junior Sister Xu, talk to him after you go back and ask him if he is willing to take up the position of 'teacher' in the Liangyi Hall. He helped Luo Huaizhu this time, and he also contributed to the victory of Yanwu. It should also be rewarded."

The status and treatment of teaching is higher than that of ordinary "Si Chen".

Although there is no official position of "Si Li", it can be approximately equivalent to Si Li.

Xu Xiurong nodded, but his eyes were a little weird, and what he was thinking in his heart was:

But his goal is to participate in the Gods Awards, you still underestimated his speed of practice.

But she didn't say this after all.

Several people discussed the follow-up matters of the martial arts performance, and when they were about to leave, Si Li suddenly rushed over and presented a message from the court:
"Yunhuai Academy has entered the city."

……

……

Qinglian Xiaozhu.

"Tsk, it's pretty straightforward to run."

Ji Pingan watched the words on the paper fade away, smiled, and folded the talisman paper.Tucked into the bosom.

Recalling the words of the conversation between the two, I feel a little emotional:

Or this form evokes the long-term memory of the life on earth. When he was writing, he couldn't help but fiddle with it in the process of "sending messages".

It's not like a big man.

"Why are you sneaking around?" Ji Ping'an was slightly distracted, then suddenly noticed something, and looked up at the gate of the courtyard that was concealed.

Dressed in a fluttering lotus leaf-colored skirt, Mu Yaoyao walked in with a mysterious expression, her big eyes blinked, and she didn't make a sound.

Ji Pingan said unhappily: "Speak up if you have something to say."

Mu Yaoyao regained her energy, leaned over, raised her head, and stared at him eagerly:
"What the hell is going on with you and that Master?"

Possessed by the gossip essence, the bun on the top of the head stands up like a small antenna.

At that time, because she arrived first with Xu Xiurong's thigh in her arms, although she couldn't get a closer look, she still caught a glimpse of the three sitting together in the courtyard.

Later Xu Xiurong told her not to talk nonsense.

Mu Yaoyao felt extremely uncomfortable, her curiosity exploded, and she was too born to share with others.

If not, at this moment, she would have already run out to brag in front of the rest of Si Chen and supervisors...

Let's talk about the process of performing martial arts, instead of running here.

Looking at the girl's eager gossip eyes, Ji Pingan couldn't help smiling, and said with a smile:

"It's as if I can have something to do with that kind of big man, it's just a coincidence. When I went to visit Master Gou, I happened to meet him."

Mu Yaoyao said, "Then what are you talking about?"

Ji Pingan raised his hand to shave her scalp, and said with a smile:

"It's just the two of them reminiscing about the old days. It can't be spread out."

Mu Yaoyao suddenly pursed her mouth, wrapped her arms around one of his arms, shook for a while, and whispered:
"Brother...tell me, brother...I promise not to let the second person know..."

Ji Pingan wobbled for her and said in his heart:

If I tell you, there is no need for tomorrow, and everyone in the capital will know it tonight.

Just as I was having a headache, a ray of bright starlight exploded in the courtyard with a sound of "Peng" from far to near.

Xu Xiurong walked out with a flick of his sleeves. Seeing this scene, his face darkened:
"You go out first, Benhou has something to talk to your elder brother."

Mu Yaoyao's face collapsed, she instinctively wanted to act like a baby, but seeing Xu Xiurong's serious look, she gave up:
"Oh."

Then he walked out of the courtyard sullenly.

After closing the door, the dejected expression of the whole person disappeared, pouted his buttocks, and put his ears on the courtyard door to eavesdrop.

At this time, Huang He came over from a distance, and felt dazed when he saw this scene:
"Senior Sister Yaoyao, you are..."

"Hush!" Mu Yaoyao put up an index finger, put it in front of her lips, glared at him, and mouthed silently:

"Master is inside."

……

In the courtyard.

Xu Xiurong chased away the annoying spirit, exhaled lightly, moved lightly with lotus steps, sat down on the empty chair, glanced at the latter, and said:

"You personally passed on the identity of your disciples, they already know."

There was no surprise on Ji Ping'an's face, and he nodded slightly:

"Sooner or later, you can always guess."

"Aren't you surprised?" Xu Xiurong's beautiful eyes were slightly surprised. On the way she came, she was still thinking about how to tell Ji Pingan.

After all, it was considered a secret exposure, and she couldn't help it to keep it, so she was somewhat guilty.

Obviously, he had promised him before to help him keep the secret.

Ji Pingan smiled and picked up the teapot and white porcelain cup on the table, and poured Xu Xiurong a glass of water:

"Because Luo Huaizhu is not a liar, and the ability she shows is very different from the previous style, you will definitely ask and investigate, and there are not many people who have contact with her, so I suspect it the most."

Xu Xiurong asked curiously:

"So you knew this earlier, but you still chose to take action?"

Ji Pingan said "En", knowing what she wanted to ask, and said:

"I learned the details of the Taoist martial arts performance through the saintess, so I combined my knowledge and tried to make a coping strategy. It seems that the effect is remarkable."

Xu Xiurong sighed:
"Indeed...Luo Huaizhu's performance surprised us. I'm really curious, how did the national teacher train you back then, and how old were you when he taught you this knowledge?"

Ji Pingan smiled and said:

"Probably because I'm a really quick learner."

Seeing that he couldn't find anything out, Xu Xiurong reluctantly relayed the results of the five prison marquis' discussions to him, and finally said:
"Of course, this is just a proposal. You can refuse it. Although the teaching salary is good, you probably don't like it."

And...you are so lazy...she added in her heart.

Ji Pingan smiled gently:
"Why did you refuse? The God's Capital Award is not a one-man fight. Although I want to participate, I can't support it alone."

When Xu Xiurong heard this sentence, he was taken aback for a while, and then he felt something different. She suddenly stared at him suspiciously:
"You wouldn't have guessed it a long time ago, we will teach you this position?"

Ji Pingan smiled and said nothing, his young face was still a little immature and green.

Sometimes, not answering means acquiescing.

The female prisoner took a tight breath, her beautiful eyes widened, as if she suddenly understood something, and said in confirmation:

"With your intelligence, when you were instructing Luo Huaizhu, you must have expected that we would trace back to you through her, learn about your talent, and then guess your personal identity... That's why you just learned about your identity It’s not a surprise to be seen through.”

After a pause, she continued:

"And as long as you show this part of your talents, and the Gods are imminently rewarding, Qin Tianjian is already weak. We hope you can guide the rest and serve as a teacher, which is a logical inference."

Ji Pingan was really surprised and boasted:

"The Marquis of Jian is very discerning, you have seen through all my petty thoughts."

When Xu Xiurong heard this, the bright eyes like autumn water on his beautiful face blinked, as if looking at a monster.

It wasn't until now that she realized that the discussions and decisions she and others had made in the council hall... were all in the young man's calculations.

As early as the moment the other party decided to point out Luo Huaizhu, he had already calculated everything for today.

But Ji Ping'an's idea was much simpler. As he said, God's Capital Award is not a game for one person.

If not, why did he waste so much time on Luo Huaizhu during this time?
Now, Luo Huaizhu's strength has temporarily reached a bottleneck, so he is ready to wipe the guns of Wang Xian and others.

This requires an identity and an opportunity.

And through this martial arts performance, it is relatively simple for the guards to take the initiative to hand over the position of "teacher" to him.

The atmosphere fell silent for a while, and after a long time, Xu Xiurong let out a breath slowly, and said in a sour tone:
"I really don't know, where did you put so much thought into it. However, there is one thing that you must have missed?"

Ji Pingan showed a curious look cooperatively: "What's the matter?"

Xu Xiurong raised his jaw slightly, and said with a smile:

"Yunhuai Academy entered the city early in the morning, Master Zhang went to the palace to face the saint, and now the academy's martial arts regulations have also been set."

Those scholars... A little nostalgia appeared in Ji Pingan's eyes.

Yunhuai Academy, referred to as "Huaiyuan" for short, is one of the major sects of the Great Friday. Its disciples practice awe-inspiring spirit internally and swordsmanship externally.

The sword here is different from the Taoist flying sword, it is a hand-held weapon that can fly with the sword.

As the saying goes, "a little arrogance, a thousand miles of blissful wind".

Compared with Mo Lin, who has a "hermit style", and the Emperor Beast Sect, whose ethos resembles imperial power, the scholars of Huaiyuan have a closer relationship with the Great Zhou court.

The disciples in the sect had many contacts with the literati and scholars from all over the court, and quite a few of them had friendship with officials in the current court officialdom.

Gein, many people in Huaiyuan are aspiring scholars who failed the imperial examination or resigned from office.

For example, a dean of a certain generation, who had repeatedly failed the imperial examinations in the past, was a down-and-out scholar who turned to Huaiyuan to practice.

After decades of reading and accumulating, once the blowout blows out, in just one night, he will step into the realm of sitting in a well from a mortal.

It is still talked about by people in the rivers and lakes.

In Huaiyuan's practice system, the mind is the most important.Age does not really care about it.

Many great monks are practicing halfway, and reading books in the first half of their lives is the nourishment for their practice in the second half of their lives.

Because of this, while the faction of this side is closer to the imperial court, the cynical and angry literati atmosphere is also very strong.

Ji Pingan asked back cooperatively: "Academic martial arts?"

Xu Xiurong nodded and introduced:
"The swordsmanship of the disciples of the Academy is superb, but they think that they are literati, and they are reluctant to use martial arts easily. So all the time when performing martial arts, they are compared with poetry and articles in the literary world of the gods. However, there are many literati in my great Zhou Dynasty. Over the past many years, we have won more and lost less.”

Of course, what she didn't say was that Da Zhou had a favorable location and people in this area.

Compared with Mo Lin Yanwuli, the presence of "referee" is thin. In Huaiyuan martial arts, the outcome is largely affected by the referee.

After all, "Wen Wu is the first", two poems and articles are placed here, as long as the gap is not too large, there is room for wrangling.

In addition, Huaiyuan scholars are practitioners after all, more like swordsmen than literati.

They put aside their best swordsmanship and insisted on comparing their literary talent with the imperial court...

Some are more or less short-term.

Xu Xiurong smiled and said:
"Your Majesty has decreed that in the next two days, God City will hold a large-scale literary meeting. Scholars from God City will discuss poetry and articles with scholars from Huaiyuan. The city will be very lively at that time, so you can go for a stroll."

Her tone was light.

After all, in this last martial arts performance, Qin Tianjian and Daomen don't need to take action, there is no pressure, just watch the show.

"After the essay meeting, there will be a Luming Banquet, which you should pay attention to." Xu Xiurong added.

"Pay attention to what?"

Ji Ping'an was curious, really curious.After all, with his former status, he really doesn't know much about these processes.

Xu Xiurong's tone was serious:
"The Luming Banquet is nominally a feast for His Majesty to celebrate the winners of the Literature Society, but in fact, at that time, Qin Tianjian, Daomen, Huaiyuan, Molin, and Yushouzong, the five major factions will all go there.

"Which disciples will participate in the Shendu Grand Prize has basically been decided at this time. You can understand it as a preview of the Grand Prize. Generally, there will be no strong conflicts. It is just to get acquainted with each other. It’s the grand prize.”

Hmm... so, it sounds like there is a need to go... Ji Pingan was thinking.

The two chatted a few more words casually, explaining the details of being a teacher.

Only then did Xu Xiurong get up, take his leave and leave.

It was just the moment when the courtyard door was opened, there was only a sound of "Ouch", and Mu Yaoyao, who was listening to the bottom of the wall with her butt pouted, accidentally fell into the mud.

Huang He and the other seven or eight Muyuan disciples dispersed with a whimper, and further away, the star officials who were watching from afar scattered away.

"..." Xu Xiurong remained expressionless, then gritted his teeth:
"Mu, Yao, Yao!"

……

……

Shendu Street, somewhere.

The handsome scholar named "Han Qingsong" left the hidden sword restaurant with a dark face, holding the hilt of his sword with one hand, ignoring that vulgar warrior.

After looking for someone to ask for directions, he followed the "beacon" sensor among the disciples of Huaiyuan, walked through Zhuque Street, made a circle around Baidi, and finally stopped outside a brothel.

According to the customs of the Great Zhou Dynasty, brothels are also in the same rank as officials, divided into three, six, and nine ranks.

The first and second class brothels are named after "Yuan", "Guan" and "Ge".

Third- and fourth-class brothels are mostly named after "shi", "ban", "lou", "shop" and "xiachu".

The one in front of me has the words "Xiaoxiang Pavilion" written on the signboard.

It is a first-class romantic place in the city of Shendu. From the outside, the whole building is not small in scale.

White walls and blue tiles, lanterns hanging at the door, colorful ribbons hanging, and melodious piano sounds coming from the building.

A row of carriages stopped at the door, and a group of servants waited. The air seemed to be full of powder.

Han Qingsong stared blankly at the plaque for a while, hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, handed over the ticket money under the ambiguous eyes of the gatekeeper, and walked into the hall.

The reception area is on the first floor, the door facing the courtyard is open, and a thin silk curtain hangs down.

As soon as he entered, the sound of the piano, women's singing, and laughter mixed together, rushing towards his face, almost knocking him over.

hall.

Quite a few people were already seated, and the layout was actually similar to a stage, with round tables on the first floor and private rooms on the second floor.

On the wooden platform in the middle, a woman with a graceful figure and light clothes danced.

In the sky, there were still people carrying flower baskets, throwing scarlet petals down... the effect of the show was full.

At this moment, a song and dance ended.

During the banquet, a maniac scholar in a white Confucian shirt, with a slightly open chest, a handsome appearance and a bright smile stood up from the pile of makeup and powder, raised his glass and drank freely, and didn't even care about spilling the wine on his clothes.

Throwing down the golden gourd, drawing the sword and flicking it lightly, reciting aloud:

"The waist is full and slender, and the age is about [-] years old... It looks like a thin figure, timid and shy in the rain... It's late at night, and if you don't want to, you will fall into the quilt...

After a pause, the suave and suave scholar raised his tone slightly, and slowly read out the last sentence:
"With Xie Luoshang, Yingying stands on her back with a silver sword, but tells you to sleep first."

The words fall.

The surrounding guests applauded in unison, and a beautiful lady with shy eyebrows made the former look like stars and moons.

The veins on Han Qingsong's forehead throbbed.

Just as he was about to speak, the former suddenly noticed him, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile:

"Junior Brother Han, you're here too? Come and sit next to Brother, I'll introduce you to Miss Huakui Xiangning..."

"Senior Brother Qin..." Han Qingsong took a deep breath, expressionless:
"Didn't you say that you came to inquire about the news? Ask the gods who are the spiritual geniuses?"

At the same time, the Oiran lady who had just left the stage above the stage suddenly glanced this way.

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ps: Procrastination is committed, the typo should be corrected first and then corrected

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