The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 112 Ji Ping'an's Boxing Technique (Leader Adds Changes)
"If you do this, you will steal the limelight from the protagonists."

In the banquet hall, when Master Zhang returned to his seat, Xu Xiurong glanced at Ji Pingan, and used the formula of "transmitting sound into secrets" to condense the words into a bundle and stuff them into his ears.

Ji Ping'an looked innocent. He could do anything, but he was mentally prepared for the exposure of his identity, sooner or later.

"Also, when did you meet Mrs. Zhang? The day before yesterday when you left halfway, it really wasn't just about eating wontons."

The female prisoner Hou grabbed this stubble again, her beautiful eyes feigned anger, and she looked displeased.

But there was no anger in his tone, on the contrary, he looked a little coquettish because of the rolling of his eyes.

"It's inconvenient to talk right now. When the banquet is over, you can go back to the courtyard and tell me the truth." She added.

Ji Pingan was very helpless, thinking that you are deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, do you know that?

Thanks to this is a serious fairy tale world, if it is in a version of fairy tales like "Qiong Ming"... I can't even think about it.

After a brief interlude, the banquet entered a normal rhythm.

The five major sects were seated separately, and then presided over by the imperial court headed by Lu Guogong. Most of them were ceremonial procedures, which were lacklustre.

There were even singing and dancing in the middle, although in his opinion, doing this at a gathering of practitioners is somewhat nondescript, and it's even more "Xianxia" than asking disciples to compete.

But the officials of the Ministry of Rites were simply worried, so they let them go.

And as the banquet entered the theme, people's attention was completely removed from him, and they refocused on the geniuses of other factions.

Bored, Ji Pingan sent a message under the table, but Yu Yu sat upright and ignored the humming and vibration of the talisman paper.

It seems that this method is used to fight against "community death", which is quite interesting.

Finally, as the banquet was more than halfway through, the key link entered as scheduled.

The Taoist elders headed by Chen Daoling stood up first, followed by the rest of the sects.

A group of dignitaries left the banquet hall and went to another palace together with Lu Guogong and others to discuss the specific matters of the Divine Capital Award.

The rest of the disciples don't have to be so serious when they enter the "free activities" link.

You can communicate with each other, learn from each other, stroll around the garden, etc.

Ji Ping'an originally thought that someone would come to find him, but that was not the case.

Most of the disciples of the various sects still play by themselves, and a small number of them gather together.

As for him... Now that it is publicly admitted that the poems are inherited from the national teacher... not "original", the scholars in Huaiyuan have no intention of making friends.

Seeing this, Ji Pingan decided not to wait any longer.

Although star officials can foresee the future, based on certain rules of heaven, it is often extremely difficult to succeed in hiding to avoid disasters.

The correct approach is to analyze and prepare in advance based on the results of divination.

Instead of waiting impatiently, it is better to take the initiative to lure the other party out.

Thinking of this, he stood up and said to the girl at the low table next to her, who was immersed in the gourmet world with her cheeks off:

"I'm going out for a walk."

"Oh." Mu Yaoyao didn't lift her head, her cheeks puffed up, and she took the dishes in front of Ji Ping'an as her own.

Walking out of the main hall, Ji Pingansu found a random direction and strolled slowly, but after a short walk, a servant rushed over, glanced at him, and said:

"But Ji Sichen?"

Ji Pingan said "En", curiously said:
"what happened?"

The young servant breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:
"It can be considered that I have found you. It is the Duke of the country who is looking for you."

Ji Pingan said in surprise:

"This official has no contact with the Duke."

servant said:

"I don't know about that. Perhaps it is related to some poems. We are servants and dare not ask in detail."

Ji Pingan took a few glances at him, thinking that this routine was a bit familiar, and said with a smile:

"Okay, please lead the way."

……

the other side.

As Luan Yu got up and left the banquet, the disciples of the Beastmaster Sect also got up casually, eating, drinking and chatting with each other. The topics around them were nothing more than the strength of the other sects and the rules of this year's grand prize.

The young Zhao Yuanji got up and ran directly towards Qin Tianjian.

"Why are you going? Aunt Luan said that you can't mess around at the banquet." Seeing this, Zhao Yuanyang said calmly like a little adult.

Zhao Yuanji looked cold and arrogant:
"I don't even understand these things? Don't worry, I just explained to them that I was careless last time, and I will try again after two days for the big reward."

Young people have the best face, and being defeated by Luo Huaizhu made him unbearable.

Things must be made clear in this public setting.

"Childish." Zhao Yuanyang muttered with a straight face.

It was clear that among the practitioners present, she was the youngest, but she spoke in an old-fashioned manner.

After the eldest brother left, disciples from the other sects began to come over to "strike up a conversation".

A Taoist female disciple came over, stretched out her hand and smiled, "Little sister is so cute, how old are you..."

"Three years old, three years old." Zhao Yuanyang remained expressionless, "Are you satisfied?"

The Taoist female disciple's expression froze, and she walked away in embarrassment.

After a while, a Molin artist came and said enthusiastically:
"I have heard of the reputation of the Zhao brothers and sisters, can you let me..."

Zhao Yuanyang: "No, the next one."

The young man who planned to paint for her left in embarrassment.

After "declining" several people in a row, the little girl was so annoyed that she stood up and walked out of the hall.

After walking far away, turning his head and looking back at the dimly lit lights, Zhao Yuanyang sighed like a grown-up:
"It's pretty quiet."

But where to go next?
She looked around in a daze, didn't know the way, raised her head to see the brilliant starry sky, lowered her head, the night was as cold as water.

She didn't like today's banquet, not at all.

If possible, she would prefer to stay in the small house of the Zongmen, petting her own bear, or Zhao Yuanji's big cat.

She doesn't like toasting, the hypocrisy and politeness of adults, she wants to find Luan Yu, but the place is too big, and she doesn't know where Aunt Luan is.

Thinking about it, she squatted on the ground with her knees in her arms, a small one, inconspicuous.

At this moment, footsteps approached.

She raised her head vigilantly, and saw a garden servant in a hurry:

"But Miss Zhao Yuanyang?"

Zhao Yuanyang habitually wanted to hate, but held back: "Is there something wrong?"

The servant said: "Elder Luan Yu came to you and said that he had something to explain."

Aunt Luan looking for me?

Zhao Yuanyang's eyes lit up, he stood up and ordered, "Take me there quickly."

……

……

The White Deer Park is huge, bigger than expected.

In such a large garden, there will be many courtyards and criss-crossing paths. It is very easy for ordinary people to get lost and it is difficult to distinguish the location.

Ji Pingan followed the servant in Tsing Yi, walking along the corridor all the way, twisting and turning.

Not long after, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras in the banquet hall was barely audible.

The surrounding lights are becoming less and less.

In the end, the other party simply led him into a remote garden, surrounded by rockery pavilions, lush pines and cypresses.

"How far is it?" Ji Pingan asked suddenly while walking.

The servant in Tsing Yi held a lantern in his hand and led the way ahead. Hearing this, he said with a smile:
"Come on, come on."

Ji Pingan said: "This direction seems to be wrong."

"That's right, this garden is huge. If you haven't been here, you don't know. This is a shortcut." The young man said.

Ji Pingan said "Oh" noncommittally, and while feeling the starlight above his head, he said casually:
"You are familiar with this place?"

"That's natural."

"But I heard that this garden is usually not in use, and most of the servants tonight are transferred here."

"If you can't keep it, someone will clean it."

"That's right, how much money can I get every month?"

"Not much, barely making ends meet."

"It's not worth risking your life if you're just making a living, isn't it, and martial arts training is expensive too?" Ji Pingan said casually.

After the words fell, the shaking lantern in the hand of the servant walking ahead stopped.

His footsteps also stopped, and a distorted shadow slanted on the ground, black.

He turned around slowly, with a smile on his face.

Ji Pingan also looked at him with a smile.

The smile on the face of the servant in Tsing Yi disappeared little by little, and he narrowed his eyes:
"I don't quite understand Si Chen's words."

Ji Ping'an's smile also disappeared, and he sighed:

"I thought there was something new... Do you think you can succeed on this occasion?"

The servant in Tsing Yi's heart sank, and suddenly realized that the situation had changed, when did the other party notice his strangeness?
Was it just now, or earlier?

The auricles moved slightly, relying on Wu Fu's keen six senses, he didn't notice any abnormalities around him, and felt much more at ease, saying:
"Although I don't know if you are putting on airs, trying to delay, or you are really confident. But the martial arts fight will not take long. Before the rest of the people notice the movement, it is enough..."

He was still talking, but in the next second, the martial artist disguised as a servant in Tsing Yi punched him like a thunderbolt.

"Wow!"

This punch was extremely abrupt, or it could be said to have been planned for a long time. During the previous journey, the energy in his body continued to collapse, compressing his strength to a single point.

For this moment.

At this time, while the right fist was being extended, a burst of extremely compressed fisting intent flowed through the whole body.

The entire spine is like a self-correcting dragon, making a series of "crackling" soybean cracking sounds.

Ji Ping'an's ears seemed to explode with the roar of dragons and tigers. It was the illusion that the crushing punches collided with the soul.

Time seemed to slow down.

Between the two of them, the fiery red lantern was distorted and deformed, with the movement of the fist as the center, and it sank little by little.

The lamp oil inside was splashed, and the crimson flame exploded into a cloud of sparks before igniting the lamp wall, which was extremely eye-catching in the dark.

"Wow!"

The fist whipped up the strong wind, and the surrounding vegetation fell down. Ji Pingan only felt the strong wind blowing against his face, but his figure was suddenly swept up like a fallen leaf, and swung backwards.

Even though the fist was as fast as lightning, it couldn't touch his body.

And on the eve when the servant in Tsing Yi handed out the old fist, he stretched out his right arm on the back of his waist, spread out his five fingers, and then squeezed it violently!
In the strong wind, pieces of green leaves gathered together, "jingling" pieced together a grass sword, and a light green star glow flowed from the sword body.

In an instant, Ji Pingan stabbed out with a sword, and in the process of retreating violently, he pressed the sword edge against his fist without any fumes.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp crashing sound, sparks flickered, and the long-stored punch wrapped in Lingsu seemed to hit a long spear. A white spot appeared on the surface of the skin, but it failed to break through the defense after all.

It's so dangerous... The servant in Tsing Yi was amazed at the speed of the other party's reaction, so Fang heaved a sigh of relief.

After confirming that the information was correct and that the other party was indeed not high in cultivation, he saw that the grass sword stretched out on its own, wrapping around his entire arm.

Twist your fingers softly!
Wufu let out a "heh", lifted his shoulders, let go, and a wave of energy spread along the meridians.

In a series of "cracking" sounds, his entire sleeve was blown apart, and even the entwined sharp blades of grass were broken and fell inch by inch, leaving only a bronze arm with flowing luster.

"Twelve Bronze Fists."

Ji Ping'an's eyes showed a hint of clarity, and he recognized the quite impressive boxing technique of this martial artist.

The servant in Tsing Yi missed a single blow, without hesitation, his figure shot towards him like a sharp arrow, and his fully charged left fist was thrown out again.

Ji Pingan did the same, his figure was still as weightless as a fallen leaf, even though the opponent's punches were like raging waves, they seemed to be punched in the air, unable to hit the ground.

What kind of technique is this?
The servant in Tsing Yi frowned, his fists fell through the air, he took a deep breath suddenly, a mouthful of spiritual essence sank into the sea of ​​Qi, condensed into two streams of Qi, and sent them along his arms into his palms.

But he didn't punch again, but bent and flicked ten fingers.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Every time he flexes his fingers, a phantom like a "bullet" pops up, like a torrential rain.

Ji Pingan was still calm, his figure sometimes stepped sideways, and sometimes twisted around, clearly not making any major movements.

What's more, several times of movement are within a square inch, like walking in a garden, but avoiding every phantom.

Behind him, the walls, the ground, and the rockery were pierced with round holes as thick as fingers in the sound of "Duk" and "Duk".

The whole process sounds slow, but it is actually extremely fast.

And between the two sides' offense and defense, they also moved in the garden, the pupils of the servant in green shrank, and his heart shook.

He originally thought that what the opponent is good at is nothing more than the control of vegetation, but so far, the opponent has only used the spell once, and the rest of the time he used martial arts to dodge.

This made him unable to bear the desire to yell, is this a star official or a martial artist?

In particular, what made him even more frightened was that the opponent seemed to know his punches very well, so he could dodge with the least effort.

"Hiding? You, a star official who hasn't tempered your body, have limits after all!"

His eyes sharpened, and the soles of his feet rose from the ground like cannonballs. His fists, elbows, knees, legs... clearly did not wear a sword, but under the blessing of energy, every part of his body seemed to be comparable to a sword.

This is also Wufu's most unreasonable and troublesome style of play.

Sure enough, Ji Pingan seemed to be struggling a little in the face of the storm's attack. He reached into his robe with his right hand and pulled out a dark green ruler with a dark black handle.

Begin to use this as a weapon to resist the opponent's offensive.

It's just that the essence of the ruler is to restrain the soul, but the other party is born a martial artist. In this case, the ruler is just a solid stick.

"Clang clang clang..."

In the sound of the impact, one side attacked like a madman, while the other side carried one hand behind its back, holding the ruler with only one hand to block the attacks again and again.

If there are outsiders present at this moment, they will definitely notice:

Compared to the full-strength servant in Tsing Yi, Ji Ping'an's expression was calm from the beginning to the end, but the other hand that was carried behind his back and never used was more like guarding against something.

"Hide! Hide! Hide! Do you only know how to hide?!" The blue-clothed servant's eyes were red, and he gradually became angry, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Suddenly, with a low shout, he delivered a heavy punch.

Although Ji Pingan dodged lightly as usual, he punched a rockery.

But the sound of the explosion did not come as planned, the layered inner strength penetrated into the rock, and only a few cracks burst open where the fist landed.

But when the punches were withdrawn, the rockery collapsed when the night wind blew, and the rocks inside were shattered into powder.

"At this time, you still know how to hold back your fist strength and suppress your voice, so as not to alarm other people. It seems that you are not as crazy as you look." Ji Pingan said with a smile.

Immediately, he seemed to sigh in distress, and said:

"However, this is not always the solution."

Then, he smiled, and suddenly stood still: "Again, I won't hide this time."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his left fist.

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ps: It's early morning, and I can't finish writing this chapter of battle. .

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