The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 117 Losing the Vest (Two in One)

Young Master He... Young Master He...

The banquet hall is resplendent and resplendent.When Gao Mingjing jumped out brazenly and asked this question suddenly, everyone present was stunned.

The words "Master He" echoed in his ears, and he looked at each other in blank dismay.

Obviously, he is no stranger to this name who swept the three arenas of Mo Lin in half a day, turned the tide and continued the dignity of the court.

But on this occasion, it is still surprising that Gao Mingjing, the "bitter master", spit it out.

And listening to the meaning of this great painter, it seems that he is sure that Mr. He's true identity is this Si Chen of Qin Tianjian?
This joke is somewhat not funny anymore.

But the question is, with Gao Mingjing's identity and status, would he make such an accusation without evidence?
Suddenly, many eyes turned to the direction of Qin Tianjian, as if they wanted to find the answer.

However, they found that the guards headed by Li Guofeng were equally astonished, appearing confused and astonished.

"Master Gao..." Qu Chuchen, who was dressed modestly and gentlemanly, lost his voice and looked at his teacher in confusion.

He was pretty sure there was a difference in appearance, figure, and voice between the two.

Beside him, the little fat man Ke Qiao pursed his lips, staring at the center of the hall, standing on the luxurious carpet, the figure in the focus of everyone's attention.

His breathing was a little short, and the two figures in front of him tried to overlap.

What a joke... Saint Yu Yu froze for a moment, looked at Gao Mingjing strangely, and even suspected that she had heard it wrong.

Although Ji Ping'an did have some tricks, but it has nothing to do with the mysterious man who is famous in the capital of God. The only similarity is probably his age...

But if it had nothing to do with it, why did Gao Mingjing say that?
With infinite doubts, the girl couldn't help but look at the man and woman in the center of the field.

She looked at Ji Pingan first, and was surprised to find that the young man's face was still calm in the face of Gao Mingjing's scorching gaze.

Wait, why are you so calm?
Shouldn't it be dumbfounded, bewildered or something?
The girl's heart skipped a beat, suspicion and a trace of uneasiness appeared on her porcelain-like face, and she looked at Master again as if asking for help.

But see:

Wearing a large cloak of feathers, a jade crown of lotus flowers on her head, and holding a dust whisk in her hand, the stunning female head teacher with an extraordinary temperament showed no surprise on her face.

Instead, he looked at Ji Pingan with interest, as if expecting his response.

Yu Yu instantly had a bad premonition, how could she not taste it based on her understanding of Master?

And Ji Pingan, who was the focus of attention, was also a little helpless, but Gao Mingjing chose to question him face to face.

In fact, he was somewhat prepared for such a thing as dropping his vest.

After all, with the start of the Divine Capital Awards, he was destined to come to the front of the stage.

And as long as he attracts enough attention, it's not surprising that he arouses suspicion.The difference is only in the time of day.

As for worry and tension, there is really no such thing.

It's not that the vest of his reincarnation fell off, it's just the skin of Mr. He, it's not a big deal.

The reason why he pretended at the beginning was to a large extent because there was still some time before the God's Capital Award.

He needs to practice quietly without being disturbed.

But now... if it falls, it will fall.

It's not impossible to explain, anyway, there is Xin Yaoguang, who is very suitable to wipe his ass, by his side, so just push her for anything.

Thinking of this, he sighed lightly and said:
"It's good that Mr. Gao knows it well, why bother to reveal it."

His voice was very light, but when it fell to everyone's ears, it was like a big rock falling into the lake and setting off huge waves.

Gao Mingjing leaned forward, with complicated eyes, as if he had knocked over a five-flavored bottle in his heart:
"It's really you..."

Although it has been determined, it feels different after all when it is truly recognized.

And as the two talked, the originally quiet banquet hall almost boiled with a bang, and almost everyone showed shocked expressions.

What did they hear?
Ji Pingan admitted that he was indeed the "Mr. He", and Xin Yaoguang beside him did not deny it.

When this news came out, the impact on the minds of the hundreds of monks present was no less than the assassination just now, or even greater.

"It's him……"

Wearing an official robe, Li Guofeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was slightly absent-minded.

Rao has had too many similar experiences, and has repeatedly raised his expectations for this "little junior" who has no status.

But at this moment, the chief supervisor was still shocked by the news.

"Junior Sister, you didn't say this last time." Honestly, Huang Chen, who was not good at words, turned his head to look at the female prisoner next to him, with a faint tone.

But he found that Xu Xiurong was biting his plump lips on his plain face, and he was also staring at the figure in the field in a daze, with a silly and sweet demeanor.

Well... it looks like it's also a trick...

"No wonder, no wonder."

In the crowd, Huang He suddenly realized:

"I just said that the son was not found that day, and the bamboo in the yard still showed signs of being felled. I wondered what was carved."

Snack Mu Yaoyao froze in place, her small mouth was oily, and she couldn't hold the crystal elbow in her hand, feeling excited like a big star was by my side.

She even began to think about whether she should go back and ask Ji Pingan to write more signatures and sell them...

You know, before in the Qin Tianjian, there were female supervisors who asked for their signatures.

This time, it is famous in the capital of God, so there must be a market.

The "Daoist" Luo Huaizhu, who was thin and had messy hair, was awakened from his daze by the exclamations beside him.

She didn't listen to the assassination at all just now, but was immersed in her own world, thinking about cultivation issues.

Jiji tilted his head in a daze, and looked at the Tianbang team next to him:

"what happened?"

The team members were speechless, thinking that this level of distraction was really "Luohuai bamboo".

After Jian Zhuang explained, Luo Huaizhu was also stunned.

"It's really him..."

Fatty Ke Qiao let out a deep breath, as if he had solved the doubts in his heart, and felt a sense of relief.

He turned his head to look at the "golden boy and jade girl" beside him, and he was relieved to see the same shocked emotion on the faces of Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun.

Obviously, compared to the rest of the people, as the real "defeated opponents", the two were the most astonished.

Therefore, being able to play "Time" so well is also related to the teaching of the national teacher...Mr. Zhong Tong suddenly understood.

Finally found you... Qu Chuchen was astonished, his eyes lit up, and he once again had the urge to have a long talk with him and learn about painting skills.

"Master, is this true?"

The scholars of Huaiyuan were slightly less shocked, and even a little happy.

How can I describe that feeling... Just now when Ji Ping'an mentioned Wenhui, they felt like they were being tortured.

He turned his head abruptly, hey, guess what, the one who was tortured the most was Mo Lin.

"We just lost to the poems of the national teacher, which is really normal, but Mo Lin really lost to Qin Tianjian."

Qin Leyou and Han Qingsong had this thought in their hearts at the same time, and the faces of the senior brothers coincidentally showed gloating smiles.

"Is that person also him?"

Zhao Yuanji, who was like a little lion, was stunned. He was not very interested in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but was just surprised.

He turned his head to look at Luan Yu beside him, and the girl who was hugged tenderly by the nun because of being frightened.

I hope she can say a few words.

In the end, it was disappointing to find that Zhao Yuanyang, who had a withdrawn personality and was aggressive with everyone he met, leaned his little head on Luan Yu's swollen chest, looking at the young man in the field with bright eyes.

"..."

Zhao Yuanji suddenly felt a little sour.

"It's really this guy..." Wearing a red-and-white hybrid robe, black hair shawl, skin like white porcelain, and a quiet and majestic appearance, the saint who was completely opposite inside was stunned.

The first thought was to frantically think about whether he had mentioned Mr. He in the chat, in case he died again.

After confirming that there was no one, he breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest with his little hand, and then suddenly remembered something, turned his sly eyes and looked at the "senior brother" next to him.

I saw that the proud and conceited Holy Son, wearing a Tai Chi gossip gown, was struck by lightning.

The entire back of his head stared at Ji Pingan, and the skin above his neck was visibly reddened.

Hanging on both sides, his hands were tightly clutching the lower corner of the Taoist robe, his head was lowered and his eyes closed, and a "ho ho" sound came out of his throat.

It was as if he thought of the bold words he had uttered before the banquet started.

The corners of Yu Yu's mouth turned up slightly, thinking that you, a chum bum, would be embarrassed too.

What did you say about expecting the other party's growth, but the achievements and reputation gained in a few months are more than what you have accumulated in the past ten years.

She mocked in a low voice:
"See, this is the high-end manifestation of the sage, not like you can only imitate Mr. Yang and imitate Mr. Lao Shizi and turn his back on all sentient beings."

"Snapped!"

The Holy Son clenched his fists violently, his joints made a crisp sound, and said in a low voice:

"Woman, you are playing with fire!"

Damn it, the self-control he was so proud of collapsed in front of this foul-mouthed junior sister!

What kind of fire is playing... Yu Yu was stunned for a while, and said doubtfully:

"What's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, as if drained of all his strength, the Holy Son rested his right hand on his forehead, looked tired, sighed deeply, threw out a coin from his left sleeve, and said in a low and lonely voice:

"Don't you just want my money? Take this 5000 million, shut up, and don't appear in front of my son again."

Yu Yu looked at him worriedly, feeling that his brother's condition was getting worse.

She put away the money, but finally she couldn't bear it anymore, and comforted softly:
"It's okay, a stick of incense is also very powerful."

Well, she didn't understand what it meant, but she just saw it from the pile of literature and romance novels on the floor in the Shengzi's room by chance.

I saw two sentences in total, and the other sentence was even more obscure, called "Small is cute"... I don't know why.

She felt that it might be easier for the senior brother to accept this kind of special "term" comfort.

"..." Sheng Zi paused for a moment, then lowered his head even lower.

……

In the banquet hall, as the disciples of the major sects present made noises, the serious atmosphere caused by the assassination incident just now eased a lot.

Lu Guogong looked at the ministers beside him, and then looked at the female sword fairy with confirmation:

"Headmaster Xin, this matter...you knew about it long ago?"

brush--

When people looked over, they saw Xin Yaoguang's expression was indifferent, and he said calmly:

"Yes."

She didn't explain it in detail, because it was unnecessary, and everyone did not ask any more questions, but started to make up the whole plot:
In view of the relationship between Taoism and Qin Tianjian, perhaps Xin Yaoguang paid attention to Ji Pingan very early and knew his ability.

It was later that I helped him finish his martial arts performance in Molin. As for the purpose, it was probably for protection.

After all, he had been assassinated many times in the first place, so it was right to keep a low profile.

Well, maybe the reason why Xin Yaoguang paid attention to this person was the assassination involving the saint in Baidi.

Everyone filled in all the logical loopholes in their minds.

"Wonderful."

On the main seat, Qi Hongmian, who hadn't spoken for a long time, seemed to be smiling, but coupled with that indifferent and majestic temperament, people always felt that this smile was somewhat ironic:

"This matter has been arranged by Master Xin, and no actual harm has been caused. This master is not unreasonable. Let's let go of what happened tonight."

Xin Yaoguang's ethereal and soft voice said, "It's so good."

Qi Hongmian looked at Duke Lu again:
"However, I still need an explanation from the court for the origin of this monster killer."

Lu Guogong heaved a long sigh of relief when he saw that the two big men had reached an agreement and would no longer pursue it. He would not refuse at all, and immediately expressed his position:
"My country's official will immediately report to His Majesty and order an investigation."

While speaking, the old man also became a little angry.

It is not uncommon for the Yaozu to make troubles in the Great Zhou, but this time they actually extended their hands to the Luming Banquet. A sweep against the capital of the gods is unavoidable.

But Ji Pingan is not optimistic about this.

Yaozu's preparations are so comprehensive today, obviously they have planned for a long time, and the clues that should be cut off must have been dealt with already.

This is also one of the reasons why he didn't think about catching alive.

To be sent to do this kind of thing, he must be a dead man, and there is a high probability that Sea of ​​Consciousness will also be arranged as a back move, so as to avoid being questioned.

At this point, there was no need to continue the banquet, Qi Hongmian snorted coldly, and told Luan Yu to take the people back, and then the whole person collapsed into sparks and disappeared.

Xin Yaoguang, who was charming and beautiful, also faded away and returned to her original body.

Just before leaving, Ruo gave him a meaningful look.

Ji Pingan was startled at first, not understanding the meaning of Xin Yaoguang's eyes, and then suddenly realized that there was something extra in his arms.

He took a quick glance and found that it was a folded, wide talisman paper.

Hongxin talisman paper.

Stacked with Yu Yu's one, it still has a hint of warmth and fragrance.

"So, Xin Yaoguang left me the contact information alone? If you want to contact her in the future, you don't need to use Yu Yu to transfer, but chat privately alone?"

Ji Ping'an had strange eyes.

Without thinking about it, he immediately returned to Qin Tianjian's seat, and returned to his seat under the complicated gazes of the three supervisors.

After Lu Guogong said a few words on the occasion, the major sects left the banquet one after another, walked out of the White Deer Park, and returned to their respective camps in a carriage.

Just before the feet and behind the feet, the eunuch who came from the palace was late, bringing His Majesty the God Emperor's request for inquiry.

Seeing this, a group of ministers simply took a car together and went to the palace.

And as the major sects left, what happened tonight also began to spread to the city of God.

……

……

The night wind blows gently, blowing away the dullness and heat.

In the city of God, carriages lined up in rows, attracting passers-by on the street to stop curiously.

There is no curfew in the Great Zhou Kingdom, and although the night is late, but after all, it is in the bustling area of ​​the inner city, so there are many pedestrians on the street.

Some streets lined with shops are also brightly lit.

"Rumors have it that in the past dynasties, the nights were not so lively during non-holidays. It was the Grand Master of the Great Zhou who ordered the planning of the layout of shops and the opening of the curfew, which gave the inner city such a scene.

"Well, the national teacher also created a weird word called 'nightlife', claiming that it was the capital of the dynasty. After dark, you can't even find a place to eat when you go out. Why do you call it the capital? But all dynasties have clearly come here like this ah."

Xu Xiurong said softly.

The lanterns on both sides of the street were reflected in his eyes, and he turned his head to look at Ji Pingan, who was walking side by side.

The two were going back to Qin Tianjian by car, passing by the "Night Market" in the inner city, Xu Xiurong suddenly pulled him out of the car alone, and strolled here to eat.

He said that he didn't eat much at the banquet and was a little hungry.

Ordering the rest to return first, Ji Pingan felt that this was an excuse, the truth was that she had something to say to herself alone.

Now, on the streets of the bustling inner city night market, the two walked side by side.

The bright moon in the sky is reflected on the blue bricks under your feet, and the lights on the ground are full of stars.

The shops are brightly lit, and occasionally well-dressed wealthy households from the inner city come in and out.

A vendor pushing a small cart sits on a small stool, waving a fan to drive away the bugs flying around the lantern.

Cars and horses drive through the streets and alleys, and I don't know whether to go home or sleep in flowers and sleep in willows, and go to the place of love and moon.

If the White Deer Garden is a grand state banquet, here is the fireworks in the world.

"That's it." Ji Pingan said "Oh", thought for a while, and said:

"Actually, this method of forced planning may not be suitable for this era. Just like this night market, it can only be opened in such an inner city with a lot of wealthy residents. Even if it is opened in other urban areas, it is not very lively, let alone other states. Except for the prosperous Jiangnan, it is probably difficult to implement it. The national teacher probably did this to satisfy himself."

Xu Xiurong glanced at him unexpectedly, and said:

"Is this your own idea, or did the national teacher tell you?"

Ji Pingan turned his head and looked at the female prisoner Hou.

Under the night, the official robe on her body became less eye-catching, more like a long skirt and cape with a unique shape.

On a plain white face, the nose has a beautiful line, the lips are plump and crystal clear, a pair of black eyes are shining with candlelight, the eyelashes are as thick as a brush, and the eyes are soft and warm.

"My own," he said.

Well, it was also said by the national teacher... I added a sentence in my heart.

Xu Xiurong smiled sweetly and said: "It's unworthy to slander the Master National Teacher like this."

Ji Pingan smiled: "He won't care."

Xu Xiurong sighed softly and said:

"Sometimes I wonder, you have only been with the national teacher for a short period of two or three years, how come you seem to know him better than me."

Ji Pingan smiled and said:
"Probably because you never really knew him."

Xu Xiurong's eyelashes blinked, but he couldn't tell the difference. It seemed to be the case in his memory, but how many people in this world dare to say that they really understand the national teacher?
She shook her head jokingly:

"Your tone, as if you know others very well."

Others dare not say it, but you know better... Ji Pingan thought.

He suddenly stopped, pointed to a small shop on the left, and said:
"Aren't you full from time to time? There are preserved eggs here, do you want to eat?"

How do you know that I love preserved eggs... Xu Xiurong muttered in his heart, and there was a grunting sound from his lower abdomen at the right time.

He regretted that he should not have moved his chopsticks at the banquet for the sake of etiquette. Thinking about it this way, the choice of the stupid foodie apprentice was the right one.

At this time, after a moment of hesitation, his feet followed him to the door of the small shop in disbelief.

The owner of the store is a mediocre middle-aged man wearing a coarse cloth apron, porridge is gurgling in the pot in front of him.

Next to it is a warm preserved egg, and the rising water vapor forms a cloud under the warm yellow light of the lantern.

Seeing the two people approaching, the man hurriedly got up and greeted with warm smiles:
"What do you want to eat, son? Let's buy some preserved eggs for the lady. Beautify the face, nourish blood and prevent pregnancy."

Ji Pingan: "..."

Xu Xiurong: "..."

In the night, the latter's face was red and hot, he glared at Ji Pingan angrily, and gritted his teeth: "Don't eat!"

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(End of this chapter)