The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 111 The person who fills in the poems, Ji Ping'an also (ask for a monthly ticket at the beginning of the month)

[Don't pay attention to that idiot! 】

Looking at the words slowly emerging on the page, Ji Ping'an was also surprised.

Using his finger as a pen, he asked rhetorically: [Is he the holy son of the state religion? 】

In the Qin Tianjian, he also has a little understanding of the current situation of the Taoist sect, such as the "Holy Son" who is rumored to be known as the Holy Maiden but rarely shows his face to others.

[Yu: Don't pay attention to that idiot!Anyway, his brain is not quite right. 】

With such a big resentment, I am even more curious... Ji Pingan thought, and wrote:
[He seems to be paying attention to me? 】

This time, there was no immediate feedback from the other side.

Ji Pingan raised his head, and through the curtain, he saw that the holy son suddenly turned sideways, a little closer to the holy woman who was "sitting upright on the surface, but in fact she was frantically busy coding with both hands under the table", as if she had said something.

A trace of impatience appeared in Yu Yu's eyebrows, and then, a new message came from the talisman:
【Yu: This guy has something to tell you】

After a pause for a few seconds, the next sentence came in the voice of the Holy Son:
[Holy Son: I have heard of your reputation before, but when I saw it today, I realized that the rumors are exaggerated. The so-called picking leaves and flying flowers, and the ivy whip method, this Holy Son has learned all of them, so it is not surprising.Looking forward to your growth, the road is long, my son is one step ahead, there will be fate in the future, or we can meet]

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Ji Ping'an was taken aback, he couldn't fix it with his experience.Looking up to the opposite side, I saw that the Holy Son no longer "looked" at him, as if he had lost interest.

As a matter of fact, Shengzi changed his target from the moment he played Molin martial arts. During this time, he was thinking about playing the flute, drawing and playing chess all day long.

The opponent in my heart is no longer Ji Pingan, but the mysterious "Mr. He".

It's a pity that he didn't know that the mysterious person he regarded as "the enemy of life" was Ji Ping'an.

Yu Yu was also a little embarrassed, and didn't want Ji Pingan to know that he used him as a material for his black history. Fortunately, when Ji Pingan was about to ask, the waiter outside the hall said loudly:

"Mr. Molingao is here!"

brush--

Immediately, no matter the princes and nobles in the main position, or the Daomen and Qin Tianjian, they all stopped talking and looked outside the door at the same time.

In a short time, Gao Mingjing, dressed in a loose robe and with long silver-white hair draped over his shoulders, drifted towards him.

Behind him, one on the left and one on the right, are Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun, who made a big splash during the martial arts performance.

The former has a jade pen hanging from his waist, and looks like a gentleman.

The latter wore a simple and elegant long skirt with coiled black hair, giving off a bookish air.

A group of dignitaries stood up to greet him, while Ji Pingan and other "junior generations" watched curiously.

Gao Mingjing glanced at him when he was seated, and then looked away. As for Qu Chuchen, Zhong Tongjun and the others, they didn't recognize him and didn't even look at him.

As soon as Mo Lin Fang took his seat, the singing outside started again.

"Elder Luan of the Beast Sect has arrived!"

Under the light of fiery red lanterns, uniformly dressed disciples of the Beast Sect entered the arena.

Luan Yu, whose facial features are bright and majestic, with high breasts and a mature woman's charm, is the leader, but the indifference on his face dilutes the softness of the female monk, making it difficult to despise.

Behind him, on the left and right, are sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys who look like little lions, and a little girl carved in powder and jade.

Zhao Yuanji stepped into the hall, his eyes fixed on Luo Huaizhu in the crowd, the corners of the mouth of the rebellious teenager were pursed, his eyes were cold and arrogant, full of eagerness to try.

Obviously the last martial arts performance failed to convince him.

Zhao Yuanyang's face was expressionless, and his appearance looked quite cute, but when Gao Mingjing caught a glimpse of the girl, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

The psychological shadow belongs to yes.

When she was seated, Luan Yu also paused her gaze on Ji Ping'an for a while, remembering the scene in the courtyard that day.

It's a pity that after returning that day, Qi Hongmian didn't explain anything, and didn't say a word to the boy.

Although Luan Yu instinctively felt that something was wrong, she had no evidence.

But after all, he is just a "quasi-genius" who has only practiced for three months, which does not affect this award and is not worthy of more attention.

In the blink of an eye, the banquet hall, which was originally a bit deserted, became crowded. There were at least dozens of people from each sect. At this time, hundreds of people gathered together, and the big shots greeted each other.

The rest of the disciples discussed in low voices and looked curiously at the other sects.

"That's Luo Huaizhu. I heard that she is nicknamed 'Dao Chi'. She is slovenly. I don't think she is a beauty embryo. Some heroines have taken shape."

"I care more about the Zhao brothers and sisters, especially that Zhao Yuanyang, isn't he too young? Are you ten years old? Are you really in Pojiu?"

"Molin's painters and musicians are also very generous. It's a pity that we came late and didn't get to see them performing martial arts."

"Tch, you want to see them being swept away by 'Mr. He'. Speaking of which, it is rumored that Mr. 'He' may be related to the Taoist sect. Could it be that the one sitting upside down..."

"That's the holy son of the state religion. I heard that this person acts freely and carelessly, like an ancient monk..."

For a while, the hall was filled with young people's discussions and conversations.

At this time, it shows the level of "popularity".

Everyone's topics and attention were focused on the "Tianjiao" of each sect.

As for the others who are slightly worse, such as Wang Xian and Keqiao, although they have also received attention, they are rarely mentioned.

Compared to other sects that have at least two geniuses, Qin Tianjian Luo Huaizhu is inevitably a little weaker.

Fortunately, I won the martial arts with Zhao Yuanji, otherwise it would be even worse.

As for Ji Ping'an... His fame is only limited to Qin Tianjian, and the rest of the schools either don't know it at all, or have heard of this name, but they don't care.

The biggest label on his body is still "recommended by the national teacher".

Naturally, there was a lack of topicality, and no one mentioned it, which made the disciples of Muyuan quite dissatisfied. After all, among the five courtyards, only Muyuan lacked representatives.

Ji Pingan was happy and quiet, and was even more satisfied with the situation.

……

As the night darkened, only Huaiyuan remained.

Duke Lu and other "representatives" of the imperial court had no choice but to chat with the elders of various sects at the first level, and it was inevitable that they would bring up yesterday's literary meeting.

Luan Yu blinked her eyes and said lightly:

"I heard there was a commotion at the Japanese Language Club the other day?"

Li Guofeng also raised his head to look at Chen Daoling and the others. He only learned the news later, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.

Gao Mingjing likes elegance and has a deep memory of Wenhui. He said with emotion:
"It's really a surprise. I still remember that it was sent back by a scholar of Huaiyuan at the earliest. As a result, a few completed poems made the contestants on both sides lose their minds, let alone pay attention to it. It is really unprecedented in the history of the literary society."

Chen Daoling stroked his beard and said curiously:

"At that time, most of Chang'an Avenue was blocked, but no one was found to make up the poem."

Lu Guogong, who was dressed in brocade clothes, smiled and said nothing. Xu Xiurong, who was not involved in the discussion like a jade beauty, had a slightly strange expression on his face, resisting the urge to look at someone.

At this moment, a voice came from outside again:

"Master Zhang from Huaiyuan is here!"

The discussion in the hall receded like a tide, and all eyes turned to the entrance of the main hall.

Under the attention of everyone, the scholars from Huaiyuan came together.

The leader is an old man with a refined temperament and a goatee, with a smile on the corner of his mouth and fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. He is Master Zhang.

Behind him are Qin Leyou and Han Qingsong, with swords at their waists and wearing moon-white Confucian shirts "one attack and one receive".

Afterwards, there are the rest of the scholars, all with long swords hanging from their waists, their chests raised and their heads raised. If you say the overall style is the best.

"The master is here, please take a seat."

A noble minister in a crimson official robe got up and smiled.

The elders of the other sects also smiled and nodded in this direction. Mrs. Zhang smiled warmly and said apologetically:

"There is a slight delay on the road, everyone has been waiting for a long time."

While speaking, he stepped into the hall and prepared to take his seat.

At the same time, his eyes swept towards the hall habitually, and there was no surprise at first, but when he saw the holy son who was sitting in a slightly different posture in the Taoist seat, he was only slightly startled, and then skipped it.

Mr. Zhang has been studying for decades, and he has been studying hard for decades, and Huaiyuan has never lacked "crazy students". What kind of young people have you never seen?
He looked in the direction of Qin Tianjian again, his gaze paused for a while on Luo Huaizhu, and was about to move towards the Beast Sect, when suddenly...out of the corner of his eye, he caught a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

and many more!

Master Zhang's heart skipped a beat, and he suspected that he had read it wrong, and looked again at a certain seat in the crowd of Qin Tianjian, to be precise, it landed on a certain young face.

Then he was stunned, unable to contain the storm in his heart:
It's him?How could he be here? !

In the eyes of everyone, it was the Master Huaiyuan who suddenly stopped, staring straight at the direction of Qin Tianjian, the smile on his face and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes froze.

"Master?"

Following behind, Qin Leyou, who was about to take the seat, was puzzled and called out in a low voice.

Immediately, Han Qingsong grabbed his sleeves violently beside him, and the handsome scholar with male and female faces was also staring at something in a daze, with his mouth slightly opened.

Obviously a surprise.

At this time, the minister in the crimson official robe and the monks of various sects also noticed something strange, and their eyes converged.

But amidst everyone's doubts, they saw Master Zhang going straight to a certain case in the Qin Tianjian, glanced at it as if confirming it, and said tentatively:
"Little friend is a bit kind, but did you have a relationship not long ago?"

Ji Ping'an's eyes were peaceful and quiet:
"Ji Ping, Chen Ji of the Wood Academy, has met Master."

This sentence is equivalent to acquiescing...Master Zhang said in a complicated tone:
"So those poems in Wenhui..."

"I made it up." Ji Pingan thought for a while, and added, "It's my honor to hear from the national teacher."

Mrs. Zhang looked stunned, and exclaimed, "No wonder!"

The conversation between the two was not loud, but it was enough for people to hear clearly, and after a short period of stupefaction, everyone suddenly came back to their senses, showing either surprise or bewildered expressions.

Qin Leyou froze for a moment, then looked at the junior brother beside him for confirmation.

Han Qingsong let out a deep breath, met the eyes of the brothers and sisters asking him, nodded and said:

"The person who completed the poem is this person. It turns out that he is that Ji Ping'an."

wow——

There was an uproar in the crowd.

Except for a very small number of insiders, most people did not expect this episode to happen at the beginning of the banquet.

The "culprit" who caused a blockage of Chang'an Avenue in the Japanese Language Club a few days ago is actually here.

It is a star official of Qin Tianjian.

Besides, this person actually met Master Zhang earlier?at what time?
"Is...is this true?"

The minister in the crimson official robe was astonished, and then he heard Lu Guogong, who was beside him in purple clothes, smiled and said: "I have no falsehood."

He had been looking forward to this scene for a long time, and the Luming Banquet was a preview of the grand prize. From the perspective of the imperial court, he was happy to see the glory of Qin Tianjian.

"It's him again..."

Li Guofeng, who was wearing a white official robe trimmed with gold thread, was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Xu Xiurong, who was looking at his eyes and nose, and his nose was watching his heart.

He didn't pay attention to this matter, otherwise he could probably guess it.

After a change in his mind, he understood what had happened. As for Ji Ping'an's ability to complete the poem, it was only reasonable.

After all, the national teacher has told this closed disciple everything...

"It's this kid..." Luan Yu's chest rose and fell slightly, and the meaning in his eyes was unclear.

The scene of seeing this person sitting at the same table with the master and stroking the fire phoenix appeared again in his mind.

The little girl beside her raised her eyelids, paying attention to the young man in the distance for the first time, and felt that this scene was much more interesting than the banquet.

"Master Gao, is he the Ji Ping'an you mentioned?"

Qu Chuchen was surprised, and Zhong Tongjun also cast a curious gaze.

Gao Mingjing smiled wryly and nodded:
"It's him. I've guessed it before, and it's not what I expected."

As the expatriate monk who knew Ji Pingan best and paid the most attention, he had indeed guessed after the literary meeting, but there was no evidence.

As for the elders of the Taoist sect, they should be much calmer.

After all, a group of old Taoist priests didn't care much about things like Wenhui.

Only Yu Yu froze in place, his little face flushed red because he could hardly maintain the "saint" character on his face.

I couldn't help but think of the night before yesterday, when I had a private chat with Ji Ping'an, and boasted that I was lucky enough to see the excitement, showing off in various poses.

Suddenly a strong sense of shame welled up in my heart, the toes in the boots were awkwardly tapped to the ground, and I even started to imagine how the other party ridiculed and laughed at myself.

The majestic saint of the national religion, the talented girl who hunted and killed Anzi of the demon clan without mercy, suffered an indescribable mental blow.

She couldn't help turning her head away, and then saw in a daze that the body of the Holy Son sitting next to him was stiff.

Breathing a little rough, whispering in the mouth:

"It's him...it's him...it turns out that this guy was the one who manifested his holiness the day before yesterday and suppressed the literary society in the city...He actually copied the original poem of the national teacher to show his holiness, bah! Shame on the literati!...Hateful, why is this saint I can't copy it, why I haven't met the national teacher, why the head teacher can't compose poems..."

He suddenly hammered the ground with a straight fist, making a slight "bang".

Gritting her teeth, she almost shed tears of envy:
"The law of heaven is not fair, to make this son act fiercely, I hate..."

Yu Yu suddenly felt sympathetic, and said:
"Just now you said that there are no surprises, at least they copied some, but you didn't."

Son:"……"

Amidst the chaotic discussions, those who were not clear about the situation gradually understood.

Ji Ping'an's identity was also quickly discovered.

After learning that he studied with the national teacher for several years, he had a perfect explanation on how to complete the poems.

In contrast, what attracted the disciples of the major sects even more was the talent he displayed, which seemed to have the momentum to become the next Luo Huaizhu.

"But after all, it is too late to practice, and the time is too short. It is difficult to participate in this grand award."

Someone sighed:

"Wait until the next award, at his age, he may not meet the conditions for participation."

This statement was quickly accepted by everyone.

But even so, because of this episode, Ji Pingan became the first name remembered by everyone in the audience.

But Ji Pingan didn't pay attention to these at the moment, but his heart throbbed violently, his eyes turned to the darkness outside the hall that was not covered by the lights, and he noticed that the danger warning was stronger.

(End of this chapter)