The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 120 Finalizing the "Trump Card" (Leader plus updates)

"Oh." Luo Huaizhu said "Yes", obedient as always, but still a little unconvinced.

After many days of teaching, although she didn't know Ji Ping'an's specific cultivation, in her simple thinking, Ji Ping'an was always very powerful.

"Aren't you angry? They ranked you so low?" she asked curiously.

Ji Pingan smiled and said:
"On the contrary, I think the ranking is too high. At least based on the strength I have shown, this ranking is worthwhile."

In his view, although this list does refer to strength, it is also likely to be affected by public opinion.

In other words, it expresses the expectations of gamblers for these people:
As the representative of the state religion, the Holy Son is also fighting in the local area, and enjoys a huge blessing from public opinion.

Qin Leyou can be ranked second, not so much by strength, but by fame... He is more famous, and will get more people's bets than the rest of the people who are not famous enough.

At the same time, considering that most of the gamblers, or those who follow this list, are still male, there will still be some prejudice.

As for Ji Ping'an...

As the comments said, his cultivation was too low, and almost no one thought he could participate.

If Lu Mingyan hadn't dropped his vest, there was a high probability that he wouldn't appear on the list.

Being able to squeeze into the top [-] shows that the fame has been added.

You know, there are a total of 100 people on the list.

Of course, the officially submitted entry list should not have 100 people, probably between seventy and eighty.

"Senior Sister Luo is the fourth?" A star officer of the Fire Institute was indignant, "The garbage list!"

Jian Zhuang coughed and said something fair:

"Senior Sister Luo's reputation is not obvious, it's normal to be underestimated."

What Ji Pingan thought was that if he hadn't defeated Zhao Yuanji, it would have been even lower.

But you don't need to care about this kind of list, it's just... Well, do you want to make a few bets on yourself and try to make an upset?

After everyone discussed for a while, Pei Sili spoke again and said:

"The grand prize is coming soon. The final roster of our Qin Tianjian has not been decided yet. You all have to prepare well. Don't think that it has nothing to do with you. Even if you can't participate in the first half, you still have the opportunity to enter the second half as a substitute."

"Can you still substitute?"

Mu Yaoyao was fishing, she had already decided to lie flat, and suddenly felt that Pei Sili was talking about herself, and she couldn't help shivering.

Pei Sili glanced at her, expressionless:

"If the injury was too serious in the first half, a substitute will naturally be needed."

The implication is that martial arts competitions are not just a game of play. Every time there are those who are too seriously injured to continue participating in the competition, this is the meaning of the substitute.

Everyone's heart trembled, but they were not afraid, instead they had a desire to win.

They are all geniuses. Seeing that they are not ranked well on this broken list, who wouldn't want to go to a higher place to have a look at the scenery?
Pei Sili saw that except for a very small number of fishers, most of the people were high-spirited, and couldn't help being very satisfied. He took out two more pages and said:
"This is the proposed competition prize."

DNA moves again...

Ji Pingan also glanced curiously. Although he didn't lack these things, the space in his kit was limited, and many things were scattered and hidden in various parts of Kyushu, beyond his reach.

Secondly, the rewarded items can be used publicly, instead of hiding them, or using Xin Yaoguang as a shield, it is always good.

He first looked at the list of prizes in the "Nursing Qi Realm Contest", among them, according to the gradient, there are different prizes every time.

At the top of the list, that is, in the column of rewards for the first place, the words "National Teacher's Belt" are impressively written.

Seeing Ji Pingan's strange expression, Pei Sili explained:
"This is a belt-shaped defensive magic weapon that Master Guoshi asked the master craftsman to help build in the past. Throwing it out can imprison the enemy as well as oneself, and has a protective effect.

"It can be used to nourish Qi and break nine, but sitting in a well is not very useful. It was later given to a certain prince of the royal family, and later entered the royal treasury. This year it was given out as a prize."

Ji Pingan thought about the ruler in his hand, and then looked at the belt on the paper.

I wonder if this is a suit...

He glanced at the list of prizes in the "Breaking the Nine Realms Competition", and at the top was the "Nine Transformation Golden Pill".

"Nine-turn golden elixir? Refined by the elders of the alchemy cauldron of the Taoist sect, it only opened once every sixty years. It is the best elixir that breaks through the nine realms? It is said that it has a unique taste." Wang Xian was surprised.

Luo Huaizhu also turned his head to look over, his eyes were bright, and he looked longingly.

"Want?" Ji Pingan asked in a low voice.

Luo Huaizhu said "En", then shook his head, and said with a little confidence: "But it is very difficult."

Although she is confident, she is not sure of winning against the strong opponents on the list.

Ji Pingan smiled: "Just try your best, the competition is not the key, as long as you win the second half, even if you can't get this pill, I will personally supply it to you."

Luo Huaizhu looked disbelieving, and thought that even if you knew Zhangjiao Xin, you wouldn't be able to get this kind of elixir.

Pei Sili left, while a group of star officials held the documents and read them.

Ji Pingan was a little distracted, and suddenly felt a beautiful figure sitting beside him.

Lin Qin thought that he was disappointed because he could not participate in the competition, so he comforted him:
"With your head, maybe there is a chance to play in the second half."

Although Ji Pingan killed the enemy at the Luming Banquet, everyone thought he relied on the talisman given by Xin Yaoguang.

"Well, that makes sense."

Ji Pingan came back to his senses, smiled, and said nothing.

……

noon.

When Ji Pingan walked into the dining hall, as expected, he saw the disciples in the prison in small groups, discussing the strength evaluation list.

Generally speaking, in addition to dissatisfaction with Luohuaizhu being ranked outside the top three, there is more concern.

"Have you read that list? It's true or not, our Qin Tianjian is a bit low."

"That's right, except for Senior Sister Luo Huaizhu who squeezed into the top five, and Senior Brother Wang Xian who barely occupied the thirteenth place, the rest are very low."

"Although I don't want to admit it, this list still makes sense. After all, it was produced by a gambling house. There are many dignitaries behind it. The information I got is definitely not bad, and it's all real money. The odds are also in line with this list."

"Doesn't that mean that we are the most dangerous among the five sects?"

"Actually...it's normal, you don't look at how many years the other sects have been established...and with Senior Sister Luo here, even if we can't get the top spot, at least we won't be too bad in the competition of breaking through the nine realms, the premise is It's just that the luck of the lottery should not be too bad."

"That's right, what about the Qi Cultivation Realm competition? The peak Qi Cultivation on our list is very low." The female supervisor who asked for an autograph said dejectedly.

No one answered.

Suddenly someone said:
"It would be great if Senior Brother Ji practiced earlier. With his talent, he only needs to give it a year... or even half a year, and he can fight."

The female superintendent's eyes lit up, and then dimmed again.

There was a burst of echoing voices around, and everyone felt that the time was too short. If it could be two or three months longer, maybe it would be different.

Ji Pingan listened to these discussions and walked out of the dining hall.

……

……

Golden courtyard, tea room.

The carved brown windows are open, bringing in the summer breeze from the outside. In the simple tea room, tea is gurgling in a purple sand pot.

Li Guofeng stood in front of the window, with his hands behind his back, looking at the lake and mountains in the distance outside the window, feeling restless.

The body is pure white, and the official robe embroidered with gold thread star map hangs listlessly.

On the coffee table behind him, there are stacks of documents.

That was information about the disciples of the various sects, including the list.

The Shendu Grand Prize is about to start, but Qin Tianjian has still not decided on the final list. To be precise, the number of games for breaking the nine has already been drawn up.

After all, there were not many Po Ninth Disciples, and there were not many choices.

Therefore, the main entanglement is the number of sessions for nourishing qi.

They are also at the peak of Qi cultivation, plus they are all disciples of the big faction, and the basic tactics are not bad, so the victory or defeat largely depends on the "lineup configuration".

In particular, star officials are divided into five paths, and each path has different characteristics and styles of play, so how to choose is a headache.

"It would be great if there was a 'Luohuai Bamboo' in the Qi Cultivation Realm." Li Guofeng couldn't help sighing.

There is a feeling of pinching a bad hand and trying to configure it well, but there is always a lack of a strong enough "trump card".

At this moment, footsteps sounded from outside the building, and a disciple knocked on the door: "Jianhou, the chief disciple of Muyuan is asking to see you."

"I don't see..." Li Guofeng was restless in his heart, subconsciously refused, and then he reacted, saying:
"Wait, who do you think wants to see me? Ji Pingan?"

"Yes."

Li Guofeng was startled, rather surprised, and said:
"Bring him in."

Not long after, Ji Pingan went up to the second floor under the guidance of a disciple of the Golden Academy, pushed open the door of the tea room, and saw Li Guofeng sitting by the coffee table, looking up.

"Why are you looking for this Marquis?" Li Guofeng asked, with a search in his eyes.

At the same time, my heart is quite complicated.

After knowing the identity of Ji Ping'an's "closed disciple", although he didn't want to admit it, the attitude of the five prison lords when facing him was different from the past after all.

Ji Pingan obviously did not call himself a "disciple", so he walked over and sat down opposite him.

This move made Li Guofeng raise his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything after all.

If this scene is seen by outsiders, they will be extremely surprised:
When will Li Jianhou, who is strict in his studies, allow his subordinates to behave like this?

Ji Pingan cut to the chase:
"The list of God's Awards, add my name."

Li Guofeng's eyes flickered, as if he understood something, but he couldn't believe it, he leaned forward slightly:
"You know what you're talking about?"

Ji Pingan didn't answer, and picked up the cup in front of him, which was obviously the tea prepared by the other party, and took a sip.

At the same time, the robe on his body was windless and automatic, and a spirit of heaven and earth centered on him and spread to the entire tea room.

The aura of practitioners filled the air, and moss gradually grew on the wooden floor and spread outward.

The wooden tea table in front of it is covered with new green, and then shoots out, and a potted landscape tree in the corner grows twistedly, propping up the wall, and the new branches spread along the wall.

In the blink of an eye, this teahouse seemed to have been abandoned for countless years, and it seemed to have become a hut in the forest.

Li Guofeng didn't stop him from the beginning to the end, he was silent for a while, and said:
"The pinnacle of nourishing qi."

Ji Pingan said:
"It's a little stronger than the average peak, um, I've taken a lot of pills, so I have a solid foundation."

Li Guofeng opened his mouth, wanting to ask him when he arrived and where did he get so many pills, but he didn't ask after all, just said:

"Xu Xiurong didn't mention it to me."

"Well, she might want me to say it myself."

"So, the martial artist at the Luming Banquet is indeed your own strength, not relying on Xin to teach you."

"Yes."

Li Guofeng sighed and said, "This Marquis knows."

"Thank you." Ji Pingan put down the teacup, stood up, smiled, and left.

After the people left, the chief supervisor slowly picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip of the cold tea with the fragrance of plants and trees, and let out an admiration.

There was a golden light in the room, and the tea room returned to its original appearance.

Li Guofeng only felt the gloom in his chest was swept away, his mood improved, and he picked up a pen to write down the new name on the list.

Ace, found.

……

night.

Qinglian Xiaozhu, Ji Pingan was lying in the rattan chair to practice as usual, when his chest suddenly shook.

He took out the talisman paper in his pocket, and was a little disappointed to find that it was not a message from Xin Yaoguang.

He hasn't contacted the female headmaster since the deer call feast.

【Yu: Are you there】

... Ji Ping'an's forehead twitched, and his DNA moved again. He used his fingers to write:
【Ji: What's the matter】

[Yu: I can't find you if I have nothing to do?Well, this saint has been preparing for the grand prize these few days, and I am so tired that I have no time to talk to you.It’s the guy with a brain that wants me to tell you something]

There is a hole in the brain, oh... Holy Son... Ji Ping'an is curious:

[Didn't he say to take a step first?The road is long, goodbye by chance?Well, what did he say? 】

[Yu: ...he said that he had already read the list in the marketplace]

[Ji: Then? 】

[Yu: He sneered, saying that Qin Leyou had no plans, and Qu Chuchen had little wisdom... When it comes to heroes in the world today, only Ping An and Ben Shenger are the only ones.It's just a pity that we can't meet in the grand prize, I want you to see how he manifests tomorrow]

Ji Pingan took a light breath, held it for a long time, recalled the many characters he had seen in the past 1000 years, and had to admit that this generation of Holy Son is a wonderful person.

Putting away the talisman paper, shaking his head and preparing to practice, suddenly his chest trembled again, this time it turned out to be another talisman paper.

Ji Pingan slightly raised his eyebrows, unfolded the page, and saw a line of text slowly emerge:
[Xin Yaoguang: I am looking forward to your performance in the awards, please do not return]

Ji Pingan was startled, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, he shook his head, lay down leisurely, and practiced with his eyes closed.

……

……

Two days passed in a blink of an eye.

With much anticipation, finally came the day when the Shendu Grand Prize started.

At dawn in the Nancheng courtyard, a group of Beast Sect disciples got up one after another, dressed neatly, and rushed to the "Grand View Terrace" after dinner.

When Luan Yu with bright features and tall chest walked along the corridor to a certain room in the back house, she just raised her wrist to knock on the door.

The double wooden doors opened by themselves.

The room was lit with candles, and through the white beaded curtain, one could see that Qi Hongmian, who was plump and had a creamy skin, had gotten up and was sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her hair.

The bedding was messy on the bed.

On the dressing table, a little red bird walked in all directions, shaking its feathers.

"Master." Luan Yu said respectfully.

Qi Hongmian tied up her hair and put on the phoenix crown. When she got up, the lazy and charming attitude of the silky woman after getting up disappeared, and the phoenix eyes on her oval face were indifferent:

"How is Yuan Yang?"

(End of this chapter)