The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 125 I only need to make a small move to reach the limit of this realm 【Subscription】

"So that's it, I understand! There are so many twists and turns in this fight."

In the restaurant, a reckless man with a thick black beard slapped his thigh vigorously, and suddenly realized:

"People in the city have so many thoughts."

Why did you slap my thigh... a drinker next to me had a bad face.

But seeing the other party's burly body, he silently recited "Don't get angry", and didn't care about this rough embryo, and said with a strange air of yin and yang:
"This is a tactic. Do you really think that combat is only as strong as an arm?"

"What I'm talking about is that, regardless of the realm of cultivation and the means of magic, they are all from the great faction, so it's not bad. The difference between the victory and defeat depends on the on-the-spot response. From this point of view, Qin Tianjian, the quarterly Si Chen is sincere and quick-witted, and Luo Ning's defeat is not wronged."

Another lamented:
"It is said that a wise man counts every ten steps. I see that this Ji Sichen has already counted ten steps before he has even stepped forward."

"The list from the casino is such a piece of shit, it's nonsense!" Someone yelled at the case, furious.

Obviously, he believed the information on the potential list and placed his bet on Luo Ning

——There are all kinds of plates in the gambling house. Although you don't know your opponent in the first round, you can single-handedly bet on someone's victory or defeat.

Just finished cursing.

The person got up to pay the bill and hurried towards the casino.

A young man holding a folding fan next to him taunted:

"Gamblers really have no brains. It's too late to bet on Ji Sichen at this time. The dealer will take advantage of you?"

A group of people laughed, but some people were thinking about whether they should continue to bet on Ji Pingan.

In this first game, although Ji Pingan showed extraordinary strength, Luo Ning was actually not bad.

Many people even think that the former has an advantage in intelligence, causing the opponent to make a wrong judgment, and thus set up a strategy... But in the next game, there will be no chance to use the strategy.

When the time comes, will Ji Pingan, who has found out his strength, continue to win so beautifully?

"My lord, these people are still not very optimistic about you, otherwise with the current odds, there will always be something to gain." Huang He was indignant.

Ji Pingan smiled and said, "It's human nature."

In this scene, he only showed the methods of the planetary officer of the Jupiter system, and did not reveal the other four systems of magic.

In addition, he deliberately chose to use "tactics" to fight against the enemy, which can be said to be a well-hidden hole card.

Outsiders don't know how deep he is.When money is involved, be cautious.

"Senior Sister Yaoyao, what do you think?" Huang He looked at the girl who was much younger than him.

The snack foodie in a lotus leaf skirt is burying his head in his hands and eating a roast duck, immersed in his own little world.

Hearing this, he raised his head, his small mouth was smeared with oil, which made people have the urge to take a sip to taste the saltiness, and his eyes were blank:
"What?"

Emmm...

Ji Pingan tapped the girl's forehead with his chopsticks, and cursed with a smile, "Eat yours."

……

……

Throughout noon, the streets and alleys were discussing.

Among them, Ji Ping'an's newspapers for this event were sold out of stock, which created a wave of popularity.

In the afternoon, Ji Ping'an and his group returned to the Grand View Terrace, and as spectators, enjoyed the "Breaking the Nine Realms" contest.

It was still the golden-armored guard who drew lots and announced the matching list.

Compared to the morning, most of the audience's attention was absorbed by him as a celebrity.

The contest in the afternoon was the highlight.

The "star players" of the five factions came on stage one by one, and their popularity, importance, and the splendor of their spells had all risen by more than one level.

Qin Tianjian's luck was not good, and he didn't take advantage of the match.

Among them, Zhao Xinghuo and Jianzhuang were particularly unlucky, bumping into Zhong Tongjun and Qin Leyou respectively.

When the list was announced, the faces of the two star officials sank and they looked at each other with wry smiles.

Ji Pingan also frowned slightly, feeling that it was a bit difficult. Although the two of them had also undergone his special training and their strength had grown to a certain extent, on the one hand, the special training time was not too long.

In addition, because there are too many people in the first round of matching, and he has limited knowledge of the disciples of the major sects, it is difficult to "bet" in advance.

Just like the last martial arts exercise, Luo Huaizhu was trained for a specific target.

Therefore, in this first game, the guidance he can provide is extremely limited, and more depends on the performance of the two.

"Just do your best. If you really lose, you can reserve your strength and enter the resurrection round." Li Guofeng told the two alone.

In order to avoid bad luck, leading to a round trip of talented disciples, when the national teacher formulated the rules of the grand prize in the past, he referred to the mechanism of the "resurrection match".

Of course, it is equally difficult to get out of the resurrection wheel.

"En." The two nodded their heads preoccupied, but held back their energy secretly, wanting to test each other's quality.

They are all proud young people. Although Luo Huaizhu is oppressing them, they don't feel that they have no chance of winning in their hearts.

"Aren't you going to have a word with them?"

In the stands, after Xu Xiurong also instructed several Po Jiu disciples, he returned to his seat, and the beauty looked at Ji Pingan:

"Anyway, you are also a teacher."

Ji Pingan glanced at the star officials standing together, shook his head and said:

"No need."

Without enough information, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and it is not yet the time for his teaching to really play a role.

Compared to defeating Luo Ning, or advancing in the "Qi Yang Realm Contest", Ji Ping'an's more important purpose was to observe the entire afternoon round of the contest that broke through the Nine Realms.

By watching the battle, record everyone's fighting style, realm strength, flaws and advantages, and even personality, so that you can know it well.

Only when enough "data" is obtained, can deduction and simulation be carried out, and the game style can be designed in a targeted manner.

For ordinary people, even with this accumulation of knowledge, it is difficult to do this in a short period of time.

But thanks to his huge soul and the blessing of the "Taiyin" pathway, Ji Ping'an can watch multiple contests at the same time and memorize them.

Play it back in your head.

"The competition will start later, don't let people disturb me." Ji Pingan told Huang He.

The latter was stunned for a while, without asking why, nodded and said:
"it is good!"

……

At this time, the arena formation was activated, and it was divided into several separate small arenas.

A Disciple named Po Ninth entered the arena and greeted each other.

Among them, the appearance of Daoist Shengzi was the most amazing. He slowly got up from the stage, turned his back to the ring, and retreated step by step.

Every step you take, there are blue clouds under your feet, lifting yourself up, just like stepping on a ladder to descend to the world.

Prosperity.

"What does that mean?"

Emperor Yuan Qing caught a glimpse of this scene, and the Ninth Five-Year Lord was stunned for a while, he had never seen such a strange appearance.

Lu Guogong on the side looked complicated, and explained:
"The Holy Son has quite a personality, and he often does things that are unexpected. And he doesn't want to show his true face."

Emperor Yuanqing was sitting on the side, so he could see the Son wearing a mask, and said doubtfully:

"Could it be that you are born ugly? It's an insult to the state? But since you've already worn a mask, why do you have to do this?"

Duke Lu was speechless.

In the arena, the one who confronted the Holy Son was a Taoist disciple—yes, there is also a chance of fratricide in the lottery.

Taoist luck is not too good.

At this time, seeing the Son of God landed on the ground with one step, smoke and dust filled his feet, and he had an extraordinary bearing.

This disciple of the Military Forging Department couldn't help admiring him, saying:

"I've heard about senior brother's name for a long time, but due to being under different elders' sects, I have little contact with him. It's a great honor to have the honor to compete with senior brother today."

The Holy Son stood with his hands behind his back, and his voice was proud:
"Junior brother only needs to make a move with all his strength, don't hold back."

He specially reminded him that the script in his mind was: only when the opponent fights with all his strength, will he have enough opportunities to pretend to be aggressive.

It's best to be like Ji Pingan in the morning, with reversals and many scheming in the battle.

After winning in this way, ordinary people in the major restaurants in the capital of the gods will definitely interpret him in all directions and pay homage to him.

For this reason, the Holy Son has prepared a bunch of dazzling tactics and is ready to use them one by one.

Considering that the younger brother on the other side might not be able to withstand it, he silently decided to only use [-]% of his strength.

Don't hold back?

... The disciple of the Military Forging Department was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to ponder, only to feel that the words of the Holy Son were quite profound.

He raised his head subconsciously and looked in the direction of the stands.

Then he saw his master, the head of military forging, looking down at him calmly, and shook his head imperceptibly.

In my ear, I recalled the elder’s exhortation last night:
"If you are unlucky and run into a strong enemy from another faction and cannot defeat it, then try your best to force the opponent to reveal more cards, and the sect will reward you with other resources."

As the number one sect of the Great Zhou, Taoist sect has the largest number of Pojiu disciples, so it is different from Qin Tianjian's way of preserving strength.

"Master, what if we bump into the same door?" He asked.

The Elder Forging Bing said indifferently: "If you are an ordinary fellow, you should go all out. But if you bump into the Holy Son, the Holy Maiden...just fool around and lose the battle."

Implication:
Anyway, you can't beat it. Instead of fighting against each other and exposing the cards of the saint son and saint daughter, it is better to simply paddle.

It's also good to have the strength to go to the resurrection round to fight.

The disciples of the Forging Department suddenly realized:
"That's right, the Holy Son emphasized 'Don't keep your hands', which means that I was worried that I would forget Master's instructions because of my nervousness, so I deliberately 'raised'..."

After figuring this out, he smiled confidently, cupped his hands and said:
"Brother, don't worry, I will do my best."

"Very good." The Holy Son was very satisfied, thinking that this son is quite upright, and maybe he can be accepted as a younger brother in the future to enrich his protagonist group.

"Boom!"

At this time, the guard in golden armor rang the bell with a hammer and announced loudly:
"The contest begins!"

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly became dignified, and a broken nine cultivators brazenly fought together.

The Holy Son smiled slightly, turned his back to his opponent, flicked his sleeves lightly, and the strong wind swept back, making him even more attractive.

In his mouth, he said lightly:
"I only need to make a small move, and it is already the limit of this realm. Back then, I inserted my hands..."

"what!"

Halfway through the sentence, the soldier from the Forging Department screamed, his footing was unstable, he was blown away by the strong wind, he hit hard on the edge of the ring, and fell unconscious on the ground, losing his ability to fight.

The golden-armored guard glanced at this side calmly, and announced:
"The Holy Son of Daomen wins!"

There was booing in the stands, and many people showed disdain.

I feel that even if it's a confrontation between the same sects, the acting skills are too exaggerated.

"When I saw that Holy Son appearing on the stage, I thought there was a fight between dragons and tigers." A Jiang Hu person was extremely disappointed.

"Yeah, I looked at the list, the son of the national religion ranked first, and I still had expectations, but... that's it? It's not as good as Ji Sichen in the morning." Behind Tingxue, a woman Xia was very disgusted.

"It's boring, boring, the majestic son, in order to preserve his strength, he made such a bad move in public, heh, his strength is hidden, but he doesn't want to lose his face, bah." A loose man from Jianghu sneered.

Caused a burst of echo.

Beastmaster area.

The corner of Qi Hongmian's mouth curled up into a sarcastic smile, and she turned her eyes to Xin Yaoguang, who looked like a fairy and was wearing a feather coat.

Xin Yaoguang's chest rose and fell slightly, her beautiful face was expressionless, as if she didn't care, she closed her eyes, and she couldn't see it.

In the stands, Ji Pingan looked at the audience with some pity. It was like petrification, frozen in place, maintaining a gesture of waving his sleeves, and fell into doubt in the life of the Holy Son.

Shaking his head, he turned his gaze to the others.

Settling down, he began to keep every fight in his heart and make calculations.

The Taoist martial arts competition was just a small episode, and it didn't attract much attention except for providing material to mock the state religion.

After a whole afternoon of fighting, the final result was announced.

On Qin Tianjian's side, Luo Huaizhu, Wang Xian, Lin Qin, and Shi Hao advanced to the next level.

Unexpectedly, Jian Zhuang and Fang Liuhuo lost to two "star players". When they walked out of the ring, they were devastated. They looked at each other, and they could see the bitterness in each other's eyes:
The gap is huge.

Qin Leyou's sword was flying horizontally and vertically, while Zhong Tongjun only played the piano from a distance, and won with the whirlwind formed by the sound of the piano, relaxed and freehand.

The other one who lost was Song Yuan, the first disciple of the Yuan Muyuan, who later went to the Water Academy.

He also stepped into the Nine Breaking Realms, and he was also in the Liangyi Hall during this period.

With Ji Ping'an's heart, he naturally wouldn't argue with him, and he didn't hide his secrets when teaching.

It's just that Song Yuan's own spirit is low and his subjective initiative is insufficient, which gradually distances him from the rest of the people.

Ji Pingan sighed softly, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Insufficient strength, he can find a way to make up for it with tactics.

But if the heart of being brave and diligent is gone, Song Yuan is doomed to have limited achievements in the end.

"Aren't you going to comfort me? Anyway, he was also your former big disciple."

Ji Pingan whispered to the female prisoner beside him jokingly.

Feeling the slightly moist breeze around her ears, the female eunuch Hou's small and exquisite ears trembled and turned red.

The small brush-like eyelashes drooped, and the voice was cold:

"Benhou's eldest disciple is called Ji Ping'an."

Tsk, taking advantage of me again... Ji Pingan smiled, got up and said:

"Let's go, I'm busy tonight."

As the sun set, a fleet of chariots and horses left the Grand View Terrace, leaving behind a large group of imperial guards who lit torches and garrisoned here.

The dignitaries, wealthy households, and people from all walks of life left contentedly, and began to look forward to the next round of competition tomorrow.

The various sects also left one after another, preparing for tomorrow's battle in full swing.

But tomorrow, Emperor Yuanqing, the empress, and several concubines will not be present. After all, there are a lot of things to deal with, and it is impossible to sit here all the time.

Qi Hongmian and Xin Yaoguang did not plan to show up again, but chose to watch from a distance in their respective residences.

The former felt that this was more of an identity, while the latter felt ashamed...

……

night.

Qin Tianjian, in the meeting hall.

Five prison marquises gathered together to discuss today's martial arts competition by the light of candles.

"The state of nourishing Qi is much better than expected, not only Ji Ping'an's scene, but the performance of the rest of Si Chen is also better than expected."

Li Guofeng sat in the main seat, his eyes full of vicissitudes overflowed with emotion, and looked down at Pei Sili:
"It seems that the teaching of Liangyi Hall has been very effective these days."

Bai Chuan said lightly:
"In this way, not only before the grand prize, but also in normal times, the Liangyi Hall can be set up."

Huang Chen shook his head and said:

"The previous sessions didn't have such obvious results. I'm afraid it has something to do with Ji Ping'an's teaching."

Pei Sili gave an "en" and agreed:
"Ji Sichen's methods are indeed extraordinary. There are many joints. It's useless for me and those Sichens to talk about them. When he talks about them, he can explain the profound things in a simple way. He is really powerful."

It was really his credit... Several people were slightly surprised.

Xu Xiurong and You Rongyan said with a smile:
"In this way, the decision to appoint him as an instructor was the right one. It is a pity that the time is too short, otherwise he may have performed better."

Li Guofeng coughed, interrupted the woman's show off, his face became more serious, and said:
"However, the situation in the contest of breaking the nine realms is severe. Although Wang Xian and the others have improved, they are still struggling. Except for Huaizhu's victory in these few matches, which is quite easy, the rest are a bit reluctant. The next round of matches will be even more difficult. less, the chance of bumping into a powerful opponent is greater, and I'm afraid we won't be able to go too far."

Hearing this, the hearts of several prison marquises also became heavy.

Qin Tianjian was established for too short a time.

The national teacher left, and the supervisor didn't know where he drifted to, and he couldn't come back to participate in the grand prize.

The pressure was all on the five of them.

Strictly speaking, this session is also the first batch of disciples brought out by the five of them to participate in the grand prize.

Well, Luo Huaizhu didn't count completely, and he was still taught by the prison.

Don't count on the top eight, but at least a few will enter the top sixteen, otherwise only one Luohuaizhu in the top sixteen will belong to Qin Tianjian, which would be too ugly.

"The things exposed by those people during the day have been recorded, but we only have one night. What we can do is to give them a general impression, and to adjust their mentality." Fang Liuhuo sighed tone.

This grumpy Huoyuan star official is a bit dull today, after all, among the four people who have advanced, there is no Huoyuan.

Although Muyuan didn't break the ninth grade, Song Yuan, who was the only one who got a chance, was also eliminated.

But Ji Ping'an went to show off and saved some face.

"By the way, where is Ji Ping'an, come over to discuss with him," Huang Chen said suddenly:
"Last time, he was able to help Huaizhu out of tricks and beat Zhao Yuanji, and he was better at tactical arrangements than the few of us."

Xu Xiurong straightened his face and said lightly:
"He also has a martial arts competition tomorrow, how can he delay himself for others?"

The female prisoner turned on the short-term protection mode, not wanting Ji Pingan to waste time.

Bai Chuan glanced at her, and said quietly:
"Junior Sister is very partial, but Ji Ping'an was able to do it last time, firstly because he taught Luo Huaizhu. Secondly, the time is more abundant than now. Thirdly, performing martial arts is after all a trick. Fa Wan turned around and stopped that trick."

Implication:
Ji Ping'an is indeed powerful, but don't make a myth about him.

Xu Xiurong fell silent, and she actually didn't think that Ji Ping'an could transform a few Po Ninth disciples in one night.

Huang Chen was a little stubborn.

In other words, honest people are stubborn and always feel that if there is any way, they have to ask, so they raise their hands and order people to look for it.

Not long after, the star official who was sent out hurried back, panting, and said:

"Ji Sichen is not in Qinglian Xiaozhu, he said he went to Liangyi Hall. Just now, he summoned all the star officials who participated in the grand prize, as if he was going to attend a class."

Attend class?There is going to be a martial arts competition tomorrow, so what lessons are there now?

The guards were stunned, and then exchanged glances with each other, Li Guofeng stood up abruptly, and said:
"Let's go and see."

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ps: The typo is changed first and then changed

(End of this chapter)