The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 127 Ji Pingan Warming the Wine and Cutting the Musician 【Subscription】

In the early morning, when the sun shreds the clouds, it illuminates the continuous ancient buildings of Qin Tianjian.

A famous star official and supervisor walked out of the residence, gathered in the dining hall to fill their stomachs in a hurry, and prepared to go to the Grand View Terrace later.

It's just that when eating, the atmosphere is obviously a little depressed.

Although Ji Ping'an made a splash yesterday, he was only "raising Qi" after all.

Most of the attention, or winners and losers, of the Shendu Grand Prize is still on the practitioners who have broken through the Nine Realms.

As for Qin Tianjian, the seventh place in this year's competition broke through to the ninth place, and three were eliminated yesterday. Although there is still a chance of resurrection, if you lose, you lose.

"Today's second round, the top [-] will be determined. I don't know how many of us can make it into the top [-]." A female supervisor sighed, put down her chopsticks, and had no appetite.

The classmate next to me said:
"Senior Sister Luo can do it, provided the luck is not too bad. Senior Brother Wang is also very confident."

"But there are only two of them." The former rested his chin in frustration, and said a little sullenly:
"It would be great if Senior Brother Ji also advances to Breaking Nine."

A group of people around looked at this "Ji Ping fan girl", quite speechless.

I thought that although Senior Brother Ji is powerful, it is hard to say how many rounds he can survive in the Qi Cultivation Realm.

What about broken nine...

No way, everyone is still rational after all.

It's one thing to be emotionally supportive of one's side, but quite another to be intellectually judgmental.

In the dull atmosphere, a group of people arrived near Xilinbi after breakfast.

Under the organization of the Sili, they gathered and prepared to set off. The five supervisors stood in front, but no "players" were seen.

"Hey, what about Senior Sister Luo and the others? Why haven't they come here yet?"

"I heard that they all spent the night in the Liangyi Hall last night, and the lights there stayed on all night."

"Ah... are you still training, but there is only one night, why don't you take a good rest."

Amidst the discussion, a queue in the distance finally arrived, and it was the members of the Tianbang squad headed by Ji Pingan.

It's just that compared to the dignified and depressed after yesterday's war, most people are full of energy and fighting spirit.

Although I stayed up all night, but under the nourishment of the refreshing soup, I didn't feel sleepy.

This scene surprised many people, wondering what happened last night.

The five prison marquises knew it well, but they couldn't explain it, so they immediately said, "Let's go."

A group of people rushed to the Grand View Terrace.

……

……

On the second day of the Grand Prize, the crowd around the Daguantai did not decrease but increased.

Although it is impossible to enter, knowing the latest battle report from inside in advance is enough to attract people to stay.

As for the Daguantai, the audience also changed some new faces.

Many people have family businesses to take care of, and it is impossible to see the end from the beginning, but the number of people on the stage has not decreased at all.

In particular, without the presence of Emperor Yuanqing and other court officials, the atmosphere of the entire awards ceremony was much more lively and relaxed. Before the arrival of the major factions, people were already talking about it.

The center of the topic is nothing more than the "star disciples" of the major factions who will win and who will lose.

"This morning, let's fight first at the Yang Qi Realm."

"I just want to know if that Ji Sichen of Qin Tianjian can still win. I heard that he hasn't. His winning rate in the gambling house has skyrocketed yesterday."

"Who knows, the lottery is too lucky. But I read the comments in the newspaper, saying that the reason why he won was because of his good tactics. But today, no one will underestimate the enemy anymore. I'm afraid it will be difficult."

"I think at least it's not difficult to enter the top sixteen. Qin Tianjian must be sure of hiding him so deeply."

"You guys, you just think too much. If you break through the Nine Realms, it's worth it to hide for a while, but why bother raising your spirit? I bet he's going to die today."

For a while, the stands were divided into two groups of people who held opposite views, and no one could convince the other.

……

"Have you heard that, they are all betting on your victory or defeat today."

Under the awning of the Qin Tianjian, a group of star officials took their seats, wearing dark green official robes with black hair curled up, the handsome female prisoner raised her mouth and said in a low voice.

Ji Pingan said helplessly: "Shouldn't you worry about me?"

Xu Xiurong let out a "huh" and hummed: "It's better if you lose, so you know that there are other people besides the servants."

In her heart, she was sure that Ji Ping'an would win, um... From her point of view, at least before reaching the semi-finals, there should be no serious problems, unless she was unlucky.

Ji Pingan had a toothache, and rubbed the ruler in his pocket, thinking that he should hit it a few more times back then.

The snack guy next to him was holding a cloth bag tightly with his fat and tender hands, silently calculating how to arrange the food he brought over today.

This meeting turned to look at the two suspiciously: "Master, what are you two talking about?"

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion from the stands. Several people looked over curiously and found a group of monks coming together at the entrance of the Grand View Terrace.

The leader was Monk Xue Ting.

"Hey, it's Master Xueting from the White Pagoda Temple? Did he come to watch it?"

"No wonder, I saw that there were vacant seats in the imperial court."

The rich and powerful children and family members talked a lot, and they were no strangers to this eminent monk, and there was respect in their tone.

It is enough to see that although Xue Ting has been trapped in the capital of the gods for these years, although it is difficult to promote Buddhism, at least among the rich and powerful, he is still quite popular.

Even many star officials of Qin Tianjian were surprised, and sects such as Daomen and Huaiyuan also stood up to greet them.

"He is Xueting?" Mu Yaoyao was distracted, staring at the group of bald heads curiously, "It seems to be very famous."

Next to him, although he was Si Chen, Huang He, whose temperament was closer to that of a boy, was a little excited and said:

"Of course he is famous. That is Master Xue Ting. It is said that when he was young, he was also a figure of arrogance among Buddhists. He came to the gods to promote Buddhism and rejected several invitations from the Southern Tang Emperor. He is a true legend.

"Although he only has the ability to break through the Nine Realms, that's because the Baita Temple has no cultivation resources, so it's not impossible to break through. In terms of his understanding of cultivation, he is by no means inferior to the prison lords. He is also the honored guest of the dignitaries in the capital of God. "

He has the excitement of meeting his idol.

Ji Ping was a little surprised, he didn't expect the little monk back then to have such a reputation now.

At this time, Master Xue Ting led the monks from Baita Temple into the shed prepared by the court.

When he was seated, the familiar guard in golden armor stepped out, and his loud voice overwhelmed the audience:

"quiet!"

The noisy discussion gradually died down, followed by the familiar lottery matching session, and the results were announced after a while.

Ji Ping'an's opponent is a musician from Mo Lin, who ranks in the middle of the list, neither high nor low.

For a moment, countless eyes cast their gazes, looking forward to the contest between the two.

The main thing is to guess whether Ji Ping'an can still win.

"Young Master, here you are." Huang He lowered his head and took out a bamboo sword from the sword box beside him.

This is the sword Ji Pingan cut when he was bored when he was in prison. He once used it to dance swords in the courtyard to help Huang He open up his mind and nourish his energy.

Afterwards, it was thrown aside, and the visitors thought it was just a boring gadget, but they didn't think it was what Huang He, the "sword-holding boy", possessed.

"You use this?"

Mu Yaoyao widened her eyes and muttered a famous saying of the national teacher:

"Hold on tight."

Xu Xiurong smiled and said:

"For wood star officials, iron swords may not be as good as wooden swords."

Ji Pingan stood up with a smile, looked at the melons, fruits, tea and wine on the table in front of her, and suddenly said:

"Warm up a glass of wine, and I'll go back as soon as I go."

Warm wine?

The female prisoner didn't know the allusion, she blinked her beautiful eyes, and the tea cup floated up by itself with a wave of her hand, filling one cup with wine.

However, Ji Pingan was already holding a wooden sword and entered the arena.

In the separated arena, the musician standing opposite was a woman with a slightly round face, holding a Yaoqin, and said with complicated eyes:

"Ji Sichen, long time no see."

Ji Pingan was startled, looked at her carefully, and then barely remembered that the other party was the one who registered for him when Baidi performed martial arts that day.

"It's you." He smiled like a spring breeze.

The female musician looked solemn, and said: "Today, I will not repeat Luo Ning's mistakes, and will do my best."

Ji Pingan praised: "It should be so."

The loud voice of the golden-armored guard came:

"The contest begins!"

In an instant, in the oval-shaped arena, a cultivator known as the peak of Qi Cultivation was fighting together.

Without any hesitation, the female musician suddenly put the Yaoqin horizontally, and plucked the strings with ten fingers.

Amidst the sharp and ear-piercing notes, half-moon-like blades of light whizzed out, vowing to swallow Ji Pingan.

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in the stands.

Master Xue Ting looked kindly, and heard Lu Guogong next to him say:
"Master thinks, what are the odds of winning today's season?"

Monk Xueting smiled and shook his head:
"This old man's cultivation level is not as good as that of everyone in the arena, how can he dare to say victory or defeat."

Standing next to him, the Minister of Officials in indigo official robes smiled and said:
"Master, don't be humble, who knows that Abbot Xueting has extraordinary eyesight? In the past gambling fights, the master is a general who always wins."

Xue Ting waved his hand, cast his slightly cloudy eyes towards the field, and at the same time considered:

"According to what I see, Ji Sichen must be..."

The voice did not fall.

On the arena covered by countless light blades, a female figure groaned in pain and flew out backwards.

Unable to hold a simple Yaoqin in his hand, he let it go, and the strings snapped in mid-air.

As the flames dissipated, Ji Pingan slowly retracted his sword, raised his hand to support him in the air, and the ivy emerged from the soil to catch the female musician.

"Assignment."

Having said that, he turned and left.

The golden-armored guards were stunned for a moment before waking up and announcing loudly:
"Qin Tianjian, Ji Pingan wins!"

At this time, Ji Pingan, who was the first to walk out of the arena, had already stepped onto the steps, returned to the awning, and under Xu Xiurong's complicated eyes, picked up the wine cup and drank it down in one gulp.

At this time, the people on the stage realized it later and let out loud exclamations.

Before that, they argued many times, but Rao was Ji Ping'an's supporter, and the best version he imagined was also the means by which he could reproduce the last round with Luo Ning.

Namely: win with tactics.

But what did they see?It was Ji Pingan who turned into a swordsman, broke through the light blade with weird steps, and caught the female musician off guard, and fought hand to hand.

As we all know, when a "warlock" is approached by a "martial artist", the end may not be good.

"What happened? Why did you win? Shouldn't Ji Sichen summon that puppet? Why did he rush up by himself... Isn't he a star official?"

"Then what happened to Musician Molin, he was so frightened and lost like this? He's so weak, how did he get promoted yesterday?"

"No... It's not that she's weak, it's that she used the method of fighting a normal star official, but unexpectedly, Ji Sichen used the skills of a martial artist to fight. If it's just that, it's fine, but his agility just now , clearly in the Wufu path, it is also extremely extraordinary."

Covered with a veil, the tall and slender Master Xue said in a daze.

The owner of Broken Knife Sect next to him also narrowed his eyes slightly. As an orthodox warrior, he felt deeply:
"And that sword, if I'm not mistaken, it's the Wangchuan Stream Sword on the rivers and lakes."

A star official, why did he take the path of a martial artist?

A group of rivers and lakes can hardly accept it.

"Master Xue Ting... this..."

Duke Lu, Minister of the Ministry of Officials and others looked at each other in blank dismay, and then looked at the old monk in blue robe.

Seeing Monk Xue Ting startled slightly, he suddenly laughed and said:

"Using spells to fight swordsmen and martial arts to kill musicians, isn't that the most royal way?"

In the area where the rest of the sects are located, a group of people also fell silent.

No one expected that Ji Pingan had accumulated in martial arts, only Luo Huaizhu was not surprised, she had seen Ji Pingan's background in martial arts again and again during countless days and nights in Zhenlong Pagoda.

"It's still not close," Ji Ping'an was not satisfied, "This body is still too weak."

Martial arts masters still need a strong enough physique after all.

Although he used drugs to forge his current body to be much tougher than it appeared on the surface.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to fight against the servant in Tsing Yi.

But it was still too weak. In order to eliminate the opponent in one fell swoop, he secretly used a bit of Taibai Xing's power, but under the concealment effect of "Taiyin", the musician didn't notice it.

Only a group of cultivators who were struggling to fight in the arena smiled helplessly, and found that the limelight was once again taken away by Ji Pingan.

It wasn't until the morning's competition ended that the five major sects unexpectedly discovered that the star officials of Qin Tianjian had an exceptionally high winning rate, and their performance seemed to be stronger than yesterday.

However, given that the Qi Yangjing Qin Tianjian's performance was not bad, people didn't think too much about it, and only thought it was an advantage in the home game.

"It doesn't matter, just wait for the Nine Realm Breakthrough competition in the afternoon to eliminate all those people from Qin Tianjian."

The great painter Gao Mingjing comforted the crying female musician.

The latter was extremely wronged:
At that time, Ji Pingan didn't talk about martial arts, and attacked her, a female musician who had been practicing for two and a half years.

……

noon.

Relevant news continued to spread to the entire God City.

Knowing that Ji Ping'an had broken the Yaoqin with a single sword, the gate of the gambling house let out a wailing cry.

Only a few people, such as the unlucky man yesterday, laughed and became a few winners.

However, in comparison, more people paid more attention to the round of [-] promotion match that broke through the nine realms in the afternoon.

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in the afternoon.

Before the contest was about to start, the area where the imperial court was located expanded the seats and invited the "elders" of the five major sects to sit together.

Li Guofeng and other supervisors, Taoist priests headed by Chen Daoling, Luan Yu, Gao Mingjing, Zhang Fuzi and others sat together, and Xue Tingseng also got up and walked over.

"Hey, what did the prison lords do in the past?" Mu Yaoyao asked suspiciously.

Huang He explained: "It should be the part of gambling."

"Gamble?"

"Well, it's probably that every big award, these big shots will gather together to bet on the result of the martial arts competition. It's a traditional game, but it's not simply betting on your own disciples to win, but before the fight starts, The process of guessing, not the result, is the comparison of everyone's eyesight."

Huang He's eyes made no secret of envy and longing:

"Anyone who can sit at that table is a real big shot."

Mu Yaoyao glanced greedily at the royal tributes on the table, the delicacies were delicious:

"Can we get there?"

The middle-aged Si Li next to him said speechlessly:

"What are you thinking, let alone you, even us Sili, our status is too low, even a genius like Luo Huaizhu is not qualified to sit on the table."

The broad-minded female Si Li sighed and said:
"Yeah, if I have a chance to have a seat under that shed in this life, it's worth dying for."

Just as they were talking, they suddenly noticed that Master Xue Ting glanced this way, and then said something to the people around him.

Then, a guard in armor and sword rushed over, cupped his hands at Ji Pingan and said:

"Ji Sichen, Master Xue Ting invites you to sit down."

(End of this chapter)