The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 126 Humanoid Combat Simulator 【Subscription】

As night fell, the Qin Tianjian was quite lively tonight.

The meal in the dining hall was over, and the supervisors did not leave. They just gathered in groups of threes and twos, discussing what happened at the grand prize and the competition that would continue tomorrow.

After Luo Huaizhu returned to the prison, he took a shower first to wash away the fatigue from fighting during the day.

After washing up and putting on my robes again, I felt hungry.

He walked to the small courtyard not far away, which belonged to Gou Hanyi.

Pushing open the door, I saw the old man weaving baskets under the eaves.

"The meal is on the table." The old man raised his head and said with a smile in his gray-blue eyes.

"Oh." The thin girl with a clean face walked over familiarly, sat on a small stool, lifted the porcelain bowl covering the plate with both hands, picked up the chopsticks and started to chop the rice.

He didn't stop until he was eight percent full, and said, "I won today."

Gou Hanyi smiled, not surprised: "Okay."

Luo Huaizhu thought for a while and said, "Ji Ping'an also won."

Gou Hanyi didn't go to see the grand prize, and he didn't leave the courtyard all day. The older he gets, the less curious he is.

For many people, the big award is a new thing, but for him, it has long been boring.

But when he heard the name "Ji Pingan", the old man still couldn't help but startled, curiously said:
"What's going on? Tell me carefully."

Luo Huaizhu gave an "en" and began to explain the process clumsily.

After hearing this, Gou Hanyi couldn't help admiring: "Amazing. In other words, we have an extra chance of winning in the Qi Cultivation Realm competition."

Luo Huaizhu said in frustration:

"But three of the Nine Realm Breakers lost."

Gou Hanyi looked at it very openly, and said:
"Victory or defeat is a common matter for military strategists. The wind should be long-term and things should be measured. Practitioners don't fight for the day and night, but for the long-term."

But the girl was still not very happy, and suddenly asked curiously: "Are we doing the same for the previous awards?"

She had only participated this time, and she hadn't asked much about this kind of thing before.

Gou Hanyi sat on the steps at night in summer, with mosquitoes flying around the lantern above his head, and the chirping of unknown bugs in his ears.

There was some emotion in his eyes, and he said:
"In the early days, Qin Tianjian was just a yamen for observing astrology, so he didn't know how to participate. Later, he participated a few times, his background was weak, and his grades were naturally not very good, but at that time, the Master of the National Teacher was there.

"Although the old man can't make a move, he can help the disciples as advisers. For example, when those prison lords participated in the grand prize, they were also beaten up with bruises and swollen faces. Xiao Rong'er almost cried."

The girl asked curiously, "What happened next?"

Gou Hanyi smiled, recalled, and said:
"At that time, it was also a summer night, about the same as tonight. The national teacher called them over, trained them one by one, and then analyzed their opponents and formulated tactics for each of them. A group of people took pills to maintain energy. Sleep, and carry it until the next day to go into battle, and the performance is much better.

"The elders of the other family were very surprised. They thought how they became stronger after not seeing each other overnight, but they didn't know that it was the national teacher who was hiding behind him as a staff officer. The national teacher could even help the first emperor to become an emperor through the ages , let alone teach them?"

Luo Huaizhu looked at his delicate nose, tilted his head and thought for a while, and said:

"Use the big to bully the small."

He felt that the old national teacher was not a big man, and he would help the juniors when they fight.

Gou Hanyi laughed out loud:
"It is true that the big bully the small. After the head of the previous Taoist sect found out, he was so angry that he didn't eat for three days, but this is the temper of our national teacher. Later, he retreated, and this tradition will be inherited by your supervisor come down."

The old man said with emotion:
"Although I have been with the national teacher for the longest time, the one who really inherited the mantle of the old master is actually the supervisor."

Qin Tianjian is... Luo Huaizhu's black and white eyes blinked, and he recalled the kind-hearted old man in his mind:

"But the supervisor didn't come back this year."

"Yes," Gou Hanyi sighed softly, looked up at the sky full of stars in the small courtyard, and said:

"There is a lot of pressure on your supervisor's shoulders, just don't say it, the national teacher is gone, he needs to carry Qin Tianjian, but no matter how close a practitioner is to the imperial court, the status depends on the level of cultivation in the final analysis.

"He wants to blaze a trail in this age of spiritual decline. How easy is it? Right now, I don't know where in Kyushu."

The national teacher is not here, and neither is the supervisor.

Therefore, no one can continue this tradition. The five supervisors who are not good at this way have more than enough heart, but not enough strength.

But in Luo Huaizhu's mind, a person popped up.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the courtyard suddenly, Huang He panted and knocked on the courtyard door, heaved a sigh of relief when he saw her, first saluted Gou Hanyi, and called "Master Uncle".

Immediately said: "My son is in the Liangyi Hall, look for Senior Sister Luo."

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Inside the Liangyi Hall, the lights are bright.

When Luo Huaizhu walked into the familiar school dormitory, he saw a star official who participated in the grand prize gathered together.

It's just that he didn't see Ji Ping'an.

"Senior Sister Luo," a Si Chen, who was at the peak of Qi cultivation, said in surprise when he saw her coming, "You were also found by the teacher?"

The silly girl raised her eyebrows slightly: "Yes. What about others?"

The second child of ten thousand years, Wang Xian with a serious temperament shook his head and explained:
"I don't know. We were all summoned by someone for him, and we didn't say anything, and we didn't see his shadow."

The female Si Chen Linqin looked softly and said:

"Maybe it's related to the grand prize."

The taciturn Shi Hao said doubtfully:

"Tomorrow will be the second round, and he will also face the enemy. If he does not rest at this time, what else can he do? He will never say that he still needs to train today."

"That's right." Suddenly, a voice came.

Ji Pingan came in from outside the courtyard, holding a thick roll of paper in his hand, tied it with a rope, met everyone's gaze, and said:

"As a trainer, the grand prize is not over yet, so of course you have to train as usual."

This... a group of people looked at each other in blank dismay.

They all feel baffled, and this is not how they sharpen their guns before the battle. Instead of wasting energy and repeating past lessons, it is really more useful to sleep.

"We eliminated people, there is no need to be here." Zhao Xinghuo suddenly said with self-deprecation.

This tall, thin and reckless young man lost his previous arrogance, and his whole temperament was depressed.

Jian Zhuang next to him is a little better, but his face is also weakened, and he barely squeezes out a smile:
"I don't think it's necessary."

Ji Pingan put on a serious face, walked to the wooden podium in front of the school, and said:

"It's just that I lost a game, and it's not that there is no chance at all. I have to give up on myself after the resurrection round? Are you ready to raise your hands and surrender? If the star officials trained by Qin Tianjian are like this, then you can leave. Don't call yourself a star official in the future, the national teacher can't afford to lose this person."

Those Si Chen who lost today were speechless, their faces turned red and white for a while.

Zhao Xinghuo was a little angry, but he didn't know who to vent his anger on, so he punched the wall with his fist and remained silent.

Jian Zhuang said: "We didn't give up, we just felt..."

He was embarrassed to say the second half of the sentence.

Ji Pingan seemed to see through his thoughts, and said lightly:
"Do you think it's pointless to train at this time? It's a waste of time? One night's effort can't improve a bit, why don't you go back to sleep?"

Most of the people present showed embarrassment, they thought so, but being exposed in public is not the same.

In the corner, Song Yuan suddenly looked over, laughed at himself, and said:

"Otherwise? Or, what advice does Jiaoxi Ji have?"

His tone was complicated, he was convinced by Ji Pingan, but also had an instinctive resistance. As a loser, he thought he would be treated differently by Ji Pingan, but he didn't.

But this made him even more uncomfortable, always feeling like a clown in front of the other party.

Especially today, Ji Ping'an was shining brightly, but he was completely defeated. At this time, an evil fire suddenly burst out and said:
"You are strong, and you are confident in defeating your opponent in the Qi Cultivation Realm, but we don't want to waste time with you."

After finishing speaking, he was stunned for a while, and immediately regretted it, but the self-esteem of the young man was irretrievable.

The rest of the people frowned, thinking that his words were too harsh.

A director of the fire academy was about to spray, but was stopped by Ji Pingan.

I saw his expression was calm, without any anger, he shook his head and said:

"At least after reading the content of my class, I will judge whether it is a waste of time, whether to go or stay."

Wang Xian pondered for a while, curiously said:

"What exactly does the teacher want to say?"

Ji Pingan said:
"Do you still remember Yanwu? I also helped Huaizhu defeat Zhao Yuanji in just over a day."

After a pause, he glanced at the young faces and added:
"You can too."

After the words fell, the hall fell silent.

Then there were some heavy breathing sounds of Si Chen, and Lin Qin's eyes were soft:

"Teacher, isn't your training these days..."

Ji Pingan shook his head and said:
"The training is divided into two parts. These days are mainly about 'optimizing' each of your tactics, but it does not involve the part of guiding the enemy's tactics, because before that, I don't know who your opponents are, and What they are good at, their style and geometry, but after today, I know."

Don't wait for the others to respond.

Ji Pingan put the bundle of papers in his hand on the podium, and untied the bundled rope.

Then he spread out a thick stack of paper full of words, and said to Wang Xian:

"You come first."

"Me?" Wang Xian walked over blankly.

Ji Pingan lowered his head, flipped through the paper, took out a few pages, handed it to him and said:
"After today, the number of people who have advanced has been greatly reduced. Although it is impossible to determine your opponent tomorrow, you can delineate the scope. For example, you have almost no shortcomings that are difficult to solve with tactics. .

"The rest of the people with similar rankings to you can be dealt with. Among the few people I have circled, it is difficult to defeat them with your strength, but unfortunately, they have more or less exposed some problems today. .

"Heh... I designed a tailor-made tactic for you. If you meet me, I won't say that you will win, but there is no problem in increasing your chances by a few percent..."

Wang Xian was stunned, subconsciously took the few pieces of paper, looked down and his eyes lit up.

The flaws and habits of those opponents whom he focused on guarding against today were impressively written on the paper.

For example, one of them habitually leans to the right when attacking, and Ji Pingan asked him to use a certain gold-type spell, which can be arranged according to the opponent's habits.

With Wang Xian's ability, he started to simulate in his mind almost instantly, but he just stood there in a daze.

It wasn't until Ji Pingan told him to leave that he squatted in the corner like a sleepwalker, reading eagerly.

"Next, Shi Hao. This is a tactic suitable for you. I have observed that as the number of people in the competition decreases, the size of each arena is also gradually increasing, and the larger area brings a wider tactical space , your style of play can be changed, and the way you deal with it is different for different people.”

Shi Hao took a few sheets of paper in a daze.

He lowered his head and glanced, and then, as if enlightened, he also stayed in place like Wang Xian, and squatted in the corner after being driven away.

"Wow." Ji Pingan took out two more cards:
"Lin Qin... don't look at me like this, concentrate on it, I found that your performance in the arena is different from the previous training, more aggressive, this is not a bad thing, but correspondingly, in terms of tactical selection..."

"Zhao Xinghuo, don't look, it's you. The resurrection round is your last chance. Your style of play today is too restrained, and you can't let it go. Don't sleep tonight, just practice according to the few skills I wrote. The resurrection round is a bunch of heartless waste, the greater the pressure, the more they will choose conservative tactics, this is exactly our opportunity..."

"...What do you look at? Of course there is also Qi Yang Jing. These are some of you. I really thought you were asked to come here in a daze? In terms of Yang Qi peak, the gap between you and other sects is not that big, and the effect of tactics will be more obvious, unlike Those idiots still have to pray for good luck and don't meet Qin Leyou and others, oh, what if you meet me? I suggest you try. "

In the dormitory.

Ji Pingan, who entered the teaching position, was no longer polite.

Some words are even quite ugly, but no one cares.

The people present were called over one by one, and then they stuffed a few pieces of paper full of words, and explained to Ji Pingan how to deal with different opponents.

After listening to it, everyone was uncontrollably excited and stunned, and then immersed in it, subconsciously walked to the wall and knelt down to study.

I don't know why I squatted... Maybe it's a habit of following the trend.

In the blink of an eye, a row was squatting by the wall.

When Song Yuan arrived, the wood star official was holding the papers in a daze, feeling his face was burning with pain, but the light and fluffy paper was as heavy as a thousand weights.

Walking to the wall in a daze, there was only one thought in my mind:
"Is this his true strength?"

……

"Is this his true strength?"

Outside the school, Li Guofeng, Xu Xiurong and other five supervisors appeared here at some unknown time.

Looking at the brightly lit school dormitory through the window, and the picture of Ji Pingan constantly pulling out a few pictures and handing them over for comments, he was speechless in a daze.

As the stack of papers gradually thinned, Ji Pingan took out his ruler and started walking by the wall one by one, answering questions from different people.

Those who are too stupid will hit it with a ruler.

Those unruly Tianbang star officials, however, lost their temper, and even laughed apologetically when they were beaten, as if they were afraid that the teacher would ignore them.

The originally tense and dull Liangyi Hall was suddenly filled with the sound of chanting words, the voices of "I understand" one after another, and the noise of pushing tables and moving stools to start the live rehearsal.

The eunuchs were in a trance for a moment.

It seemed that the scene in front of him had changed, it was still a summer night, and it was still the night of the first day of the grand prize.

Wearing a robe, the old national teacher with black and white hair reprimanded them with his hands behind his back, waving a ruler and beating his hands, scolding and arranging tactics for everyone.

"If you don't memorize everything, you are not allowed to sleep!" The old voice of the national teacher is still in my ears.

A few people came back to their senses suddenly, only to realize that it was not the national teacher who was shouting, but the young man in the official robe of Si Chen.

It wasn't them who were grinding their guns before the battle, but a group of younger and more energetic teenagers.

"Brother Gou?"

Suddenly, Fang Liuhuo was startled, and found that Gou Hanyi had also walked into the yard at some point and appeared behind them.

The thin old man, who seemed to fall down when the wind blows, with his hands behind his back, his gray-blue eyes softly watching the scene in the school dormitory, feeling a little nostalgic.

He smiled and said in a low voice:

"Don't stick around here to delay others. At this time, it's time to prepare refreshing soup, or wait for them to go to the ring tomorrow with dark circles under their eyes?"

The five laughed dumbfoundedly, nodded, and left quietly.

Not noticing, Ji Pingan turned his head and glanced at them outside the window.

The national teacher is gone, and Qin Tianjian has not returned, but he is here, and the "tradition" of Qin Tianjian is still there.

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On the same night, Baita Temple.

The hot wind in summer blows through the bamboo forest in the courtyard, and the lights in the meditation room are like beans.

Master Xue Ting did not knock on the wooden fish to chant sutras, but sat on the ground, quietly lost in thought, with the Buddha sticker on the table beside him.

It has been torn apart, there is no secret in it, it is just a warrant for the contemporary Buddha Lord to recall Buddhist disciples.

In Xueting's mind, the voice of Junior Brother Huiming Bairi echoed. He stood up, put on his clothes and walked out of the meditation room. The wind blowing in front of him suddenly coughed.

"Abbot." A monk carrying a lamp walked along the corridor and said:

"It's windy at night, why did you come out?"

Xue Ting waved his hand to show that he was fine, then glanced at the other party, and said curiously:

"Didn't rest so late?"

The monk carrying the lantern said embarrassedly:

"Just now in the front hall, I was chatting with my brothers about today's grand prize."

That's right... This group of monks is different from his old bones, they still yearn for new things... Xue Ting thought for a while and said:
"If you're interested, let's go and have a look tomorrow."

"Really?" The monk with the lantern showed joy.

Xue Ting smiled and said, "Of course."

With his status, some people sent invitations a few days ago, inviting him to watch and observe the grand prize, but the old monk was not very interested.

But since the young monks wanted to see it, and Huiming's master and apprentice came all the way, why let a group of free people accompany his old bones to guard the green light.

The monk carrying the lamp cheered and went back to announce the good news.

……

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Daomen, Yu Yu was so sleepy that he got into bed after taking a bath, ready to sleep.

She still had to gather enough energy to deal with tomorrow's opponent, but she was terribly noisy by the sound of banging against the wall in the night, her head came out of the bed, and shouted:

"Don't sleep at night, are you sick?!"

The banging stopped.

In the night, in front of a wall, Shengzi was holding on to the wall, his fists were bloodstained, venting his depression in the way of middle school.

Beside him is a newspaper on the ground, and the headlines on the front page are a few huge words:

[The gambler angrily denounced the shady scene of the big reward, saying that the son of the state religion played a fake game, and the old mother of Riru refunded the money! 】

"Damn! Why is it also a newspaper, Ji Ping'an is worshiped by everyone, and this son is a match-fixing refund..."

He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth:

"Tomorrow, my son will return as the king!"

He didn't believe it, it would be like this next time.

……

On the same night, too many people in the capital could not sleep.

The lights in the residences of the five major sects were kept on all night, some people laughed and some people cried in the Shendu Gambling Shop, and the hidden sword restaurant was full of people from all walks of life in the middle of the night.

And in the midst of everyone's attention, the time came to the next day.

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ps: The typo is corrected first and then corrected, and today’s [-] word update is provided
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