The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 129 Reporting to the teacher, fortunately not disgraceful (seeking subscription)

Under the pergola, Ji Pingan looked up and tapped lightly with his fingers on the armrest of the chair, thinking that it was almost done.

On the arena, Yu Yuyi pointed out that the ground that was originally churning like mud suddenly turned into pouring steel.

"Peng!"

The naive girl Luo Huaizhu bumped her head against the steel floor, her whole body was stunned, and her spirit essence trembled violently.

However, she quickly realized that she stopped fighting the soil and rushed forward with a Fang Tian painting halberd.

"Chichichi..."

The tip of the eucalyptus rubbed against the ground, pulling out a string of dazzling sparks, which reached under Yu Yu in the blink of an eye.

Luohuai's bamboo energy sank to his dantian, he bent his knees and flicked, and he rose from the ground, stabbing the halberd towards the saint.

"clang!"

Yu Yu's face was solemn, and his right wrist was raised.

The red sword rope tied to the wrist was thrown away, each section was as soft as a steel whip, and as thin as a cicada's wing, after being infused with spiritual essence, the sword rope was as hard as steel.

The two weapons collided, and the white air wave centered on it, spreading in all directions in a ring shape.

However, compared to Luo Huaizhu, who was proficient in martial arts, Yu Yu was obviously a crispy mage, and he broke through the storm with a whimper.

At the same time, the ground under their feet also returned to its original appearance, and the effect of the spell ended.

Luo Huaizhu regained his home court advantage, and the soil under his feet swelled, holding her up and chasing after him.

"Hmph!" Yu Yu wrinkled her nose, suddenly reached into her pocket with her little hand, grabbed a handful of copper beans and dropped them.

Huang Chengcheng's copper beans fell like a torrential rain, turning into a soldier with a sharp knife, and rushed towards Luohuaizhu amidst the sound of killing.

"Scattering beans into soldiers?" In the stands, many dignitaries and wealthy households exclaimed.

I am quite familiar with this technique that is often seen in storybook novels.

"Fancy show." The Jianghu warriors said sourly, a little envious: Among the many cultivation systems, martial arts are the most simple.

Even the Huaiyuan swordsmen have awe-inspiring righteousness to use.

As for fancy, the Taoist school does its part.

Luo Huaizhu pursed his lips, held up the halberd in his hand, and slashed down brazenly.

In an instant, the soil under her feet was like real sea water, setting off huge earth-yellow waves for her, more similar to a layer of "land" being lifted up by the girl, and shaking violently!
The soldiers standing on the ground immediately turned on their backs and were in a mess.

"Don't run!"

Luo Huaizhu became angry, feeling that the other party was playing a scoundrel and never confronted him head-on.

A khaki-yellow spot of light suddenly appeared around the girl, slowly falling like a star.

A curved stone pillar suddenly rose from the ground under her feet, lifting her to the sky, just like Chang'e flying to the moon, and a eucalyptus fell.

Yu Yu screamed, her black hair fluttering, and she swung her right hand fiercely, the sword rope snapped and turned into light-colored sword pieces.

With a sharp roar, it turned into a metal storm, sweeping towards Daoist madness.

"Ding ding ding dong..."

Luo Huaizhu had no choice but to swing his halberd into a shield to resist waves of flying sword attacks, but as the strongest method of Taoism, Yu Yu's flying sword was astonishing.

Luo Huaizhu staggered and fell from the stone pillar.

With his left hand propped on the ground, his knees half-kneeled, he raised his face and looked at the metal storm falling from the sky.

With her as the center, green vines rose from the ground within a diameter of one foot around her, intertwined and closed on top of her head.

Then pieces of earth and stone aggregated on their own, forming a bowl-shaped "shield".

Resist the indiscriminate bombing of Feijian.

Yu Yu took the opportunity to perform Taoism again, solidifying the earth into silver-white steel to prevent him from escaping.

For a while, the civil shield was "thinned" layer by layer, and the Luohuai bamboo seemed to have become a turtle in a urn.

in the stands.

Chen Daoling, with a clear face, widened his smile and looked at the expressionless Li Guofeng:
"It seems that the victory and defeat have been decided."

Everyone present had different expressions, but most of them felt that the dust was about to settle.

Luohuai bamboo is very strong, but Yu Yu has been separated from the surface since the beginning, and has always controlled the initiative, using high to fight low, somewhat taking advantage of it.

Only Monk Xue Ting was still looking down intently, then suddenly turned his head, glanced at Ji Pingan next to him, and said with a smile:

"Si Chen doesn't seem worried."

Ji Pingan said with a smile:

"It's not the last time, why bother to make a judgment in advance?"

confidence?Still hold on?Everyone looked at him curiously.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred in the audience, and the steel floor behind Yu Yu was silently cracked with spider web cracks.

Then, amidst the sound of breaking ground, a thin figure suddenly emerged, looked up at the opponent above him, and threw the halberd fiercely in his hand!

"Boom!!"

This attack was extremely sudden and had been planned for a long time.

When the halberd came out, it swept through the wind and waves, Yu Yu put most of his attention on the front, and by the time he checked the crisis, it was already too late.

Her face changed, and she wanted to recall Feijian, but how could there be time?
He could only hastily cross his arms and cast a Taoist bodyguard.

It's just that the shield only took a breath, and then it shattered, and the person was driven out of the ring by the power of the halberd, and smashed on the edge of the stand.

The whole place was silent.

The guard in golden armor froze for a few seconds, then shouted loudly:
"Qin Tianjian Luohuai Zhu wins!"

……

Under the pergola, the smiles on the faces of Chen Daoling and other Taoists froze.

Li Guofeng laughed loudly and said:
"Acceptance!"

Cheers also erupted in the direction of Qin Tianjian.

More spectators were amazed at the blow just now.

The hale and hearty Chen Daoling looked at Li Guofeng with a blank expression on his face:

"Isn't she nicknamed 'Tao Chi'? She doesn't know how to use her brain?"

The old Taoist felt cheated:
This is called not using your brain?

At this time, how can everyone not see that Luo Huaizhu clearly has the ability to break through the Taoism of "pointing the ground into steel".

But when Yu Yu used it for the first time, she deliberately pretended that the earth escape failed, sending a false signal.

Coupled with his own title of "Dao Chi", there was a certain stereotype, which led to Yu Yu still choosing the same technique when blocking the ring.

Only then did he take advantage of his unpreparedness and kill with one blow.

Thinking about it carefully, isn't the act of being shot down by the flying sword and covering himself with a mud shield also a part of the calculation?
Luan Yu curled her lips, this glamorous mature woman remembered the scene when she performed martial arts, and firmly believed that Luo Huaizhu's pure appearance was extremely deceptive.

Monk Xue Ting laughed loudly, and with a few pleasantries brought the atmosphere back, he said:

"It's so unexpected, it seems that no one will guess this round of gambling."

The rest of the people didn't say a word, it was acquiescence.

Gambling and guessing is not about the outcome, but the process. Obviously, everyone's predictions are not very accurate.

Ji Pingan smiled and said, "Master, it's too early to say that."

"Oh?"

Immediately, a group of big monks looked at him, and saw Ji Pingan summon the staff next to him, and took out the prediction he had written by himself from the latter's hand.

Pass it to Master Xue Ting.

This action already explained many things.

The old monk was taken aback, took a deep look at him, raised his hand to take it, unfolded it carefully, and read it carefully.

He read very slowly, without much expression on his face throughout the process.

After finishing watching, the old monk took another serious look at Ji Pingan, and a trace of surprise appeared in his slightly cloudy eyes.

"Grandmaster?"

Luan Yu, with a cold temperament, called out, showing curiosity.

"Everyone should take a look too." Xue Ting smiled and handed the paper to Luan Yu.

The female monk lowered her head and read it carefully, then silently handed it to the unconvinced Chen Daoling beside her.

Then they passed it on one by one, and after everyone finished reading it, they all looked at the young man opposite with complicated eyes.

The words on the paper are very simple, with only a few strokes, but they clearly describe the entire process of the martial arts competition. Except for some differences in details, they are basically the same.

"How...how did you do it?"

Chen Daoling's Adam's apple rolled down, and the old Taoist's face was full of disbelief.

Under the eyes of everyone, it is impossible to cheat, that is the real prediction, although the opponent knows Luo Huaizhu, but the competition changes rapidly.

Ji Pingan thought for a while and said:
"Guess."

Everyone was speechless, and they didn't know what kind of thoughts were surging in their hearts.

Of course they didn't know that not only was Luo Huaizhu's tactics designed by Ji Pingan, but he had already found out the details of his own saint.

Of course, Yu Yu wouldn't be that stupid.

In the past conversations with Ji Ping'an, only a little strength was revealed.

But Ji Ping'an's knowledge of Taoism's inheritance can't be stopped, combined with her personality, she can always guess that it's almost the same.

"So, everything on this table is mine?"

Ji Pingan blinked, pretending to be naive.

Seeing that no one said anything, he waved to Qin Tianjian. After a while, Huang He and Mu Yaoyao trotted over, looking expectant.

Ji Pingan pointed to the instruments and treasures on the table, and said:

"Take these back and share them among you."

"This..." The two were taken aback for a moment, and looked at the guards without knowing why.

When Xu Xiurong nodded, he was shaken, and took the things away regardless of the expressions of a group of big monks.

Not long after, pleasant cheers came from the disciples of the Muyuan.

As if, the biggest winner of this year's gambling fight has become Ji Ping'an.

Although Ji Pingan didn't care much about these bets, there was no reason to refuse the offer.

It's just that a group of big monks learned a lot from a pit, so they kept silent about continuing to gamble and fight.

Just watched the rest of the contest in silence.

But as the winners and losers were determined, everyone's expressions changed again.

Especially Gao Mingjing, who was leisurely and leisurely at first, felt that he had the chance to win.

But what caught him off guard was that the two star officials of Qin Tianjian also played tactics somehow.

Although it was a bit of a thrill, they all defeated Mo Lin's disciples and got promotion places.

The other one also won.

In this way, among the top sixteen, Qin Tianjian occupied four seats.

Today, all four of the four broke through to advance.

This unexpected result caused an uproar again.

After all, according to many people's predictions, Qin Tianjian may only be able to advance to one rank today.

But in a blink of an eye, there were four of them, and they all used tactics to defeat the strong with the weak...Combined with the morning's Qi Yang Jing battle report.

The major sects were taken aback when they realized that the Qin Tianjian had become a very threatening force.

Where are you still not aware of the problem?
"What's going on? Why did the three star officials win?"

"Yeah, didn't you play very reluctantly yesterday, and this luck is too good."

"It's not luck, it's tactics! Didn't you realize that today they are very organized and restrained their opponents everywhere, which is completely different from yesterday." A monk with good eyesight began to explain.

For a while, even the jubilant Qintian Supervising Star Officers felt dreamy.

It was just overnight, why did Luohuaizhu and the others seem to have been completely reborn?
And Xue Ting and others under the arbor are more aware:

The playing styles of the four of them today all have a familiar taste.

Well... that's right, it's quite similar to Ji Ping'an's style of play.

"Marquis Li Jian has recruited me for a lesson."

The master painter with silver hair and shawl had a low tone:

"I don't think so, there is such a powerful expert hidden in the Qin Tianjian. If Gao's prediction is correct, these star officials must have been taught by others."

Li Guofeng was in a good mood, pretending not to see the unfriendly eyes of the others, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Gao thinks too much, it's just a normal teaching, why talk about the word 'Tibetan'?"

Luan Yu snorted, and the glamorous mature woman folded her arms and said:

"No wonder, the performance of Wu Luohuaizhu changed his style that day."

She was a little curious, there was no such person in the information of Yushouzong.

It has to be said that only Qin Tianjian can correct the big problem.

But Qi Hongmian once affirmed that Qin Tianjian was not in Shendu, and a monk from Shenzang could not be wrong.

But apart from the other party, who else in Qin Tianjian has this kind of ability?

Amid doubts, Wang Xian, Lin Qin, and Shi Hao, who had walked out of the ring, gathered together with smiles on their faces.

Although with their strength, they don't expect the top four.

But being able to occupy a place in the top sixteen is already a rare record in Qin Tianjian's past.

At this time, they returned to the stands in the face of the cheers of the rest of the star officials and supervisors.

The three of them searched for something with their eyes at the same time, and after asking, they looked in surprise at the direction of the court and the awning where the great monks gathered.

Several people exchanged glances, and suddenly gathered the group of people who had been promoted to nourish Qi, and walked towards the shed together in a mighty manner.

This strange scene immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Seeing this, Li Guofeng seemed to understand something, but he didn't stop him.

Even though a group of people approached, under the puzzled eyes of the old monk and others, they did not greet the prison lords, but looked at Ji Pingan in unison, as if they had made an appointment, bowed and said:
"Reporting to the teacher, fortunately, I did not disgrace my life!"

The sound is uniform.

This is indeed the result of everyone's discussion, and it does not mix with other purposes, it just follows the heart.

In order to avoid trouble, few people knew during this period that Ji Ping'an was the teacher of the Liangyi Hall.

But now, half of the competition for the grand prize has gone on, so there is no need to cover up.

A group of Tianbang Si Chen are all proud, they don't want to usurp the credit of others, take Ji Ping'an's guidance as their own, and make people mistakenly think it is their own ability.

At the same time, they also felt that Ji Ping'an's dedication should be announced, which is a due honor.

Although they didn't think about it... In fact, Ji Pingan didn't want it very much. After all, the Master of the National Teacher enjoyed too much fame and never lacked it.

After the words of the few people fell, a group of big figures under the arbor were startled for a moment before they realized what had happened.

Some North Korean officials sitting nearby couldn't help but look sideways.

teach?Ji Pingan?

Could it be that……

"Ton!"

I don't know who swallowed and spit, and it was quiet under the arbor.

Although the people in the stands in the distance couldn't hear the words clearly, they looked around curiously, not understanding what happened.

Wearing a loose robe, the great painter with long silver hair was expressionless, turned his neck around inch by inch, and looked at the innocent boy:

"They... called you Professor?!"

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ps: in poor condition.I barely wrote a chapter, I went out to get some air, trying to adjust my mood, and I was able to catch the second update at night. From the time it was put on the shelves, at least [-] words were updated every day, and I didn’t want to break it today
This chapter is rough, the typo should be corrected first
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