The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 142 How should I call you, my Qi Ling ([-] words for subscription)

In the guest room, with the candles as the center, surrounded by a circle of heads, the young star officials stared blankly at the words on the paper, looked at each other, and then turned their heads at the same time to look at Ji Pingan:
"Is this the clue given by the townspeople?"

At dinner, everyone heard that Ji Ping'an had successfully entered the blacksmith's shop during the day and had gained something from beggars and prostitutes, so they rushed over full of anticipation.

I thought that he had obtained the "fate of immortality".

But now it seems that it is still just a clue. The key point is that this clue is really clueless.

Ji Pingan nodded and said:

"Three numbers were given to me by three people. The specific excavation method is also very simple. I believe you can also see that many townspeople are actually based on the founding heroes of the Great Zhou Dynasty... well, except for prostitutes.

"These people either have their names in the history books, or they can be known in the mouths of the townspeople. By talking with them, finding out their temper, and trying to help them solve their 'difficulties', you can gain something."

He first explained his strategy method, and then said:
"But what exactly it means, I don't know."

Everyone immediately fell into deep thought and started brainstorming mode...except for Luo Huaizhu.

Her eyes staring at the numbers had begun to faint.

After a brief silence, Wang Xian spoke first:
"Will it represent the location? For example, counting from the entrance of the town, there are No. 12 courtyards, which are called the location of Xianyuan."

The eyes of the star officials lit up, Lin Qin took out the sketch he had drawn, sketched it roughly, and said:
"If you calculate according to the left and right, corresponding to twelve and thirteen houses respectively, you can indeed delineate an area, but what about six or three? This is beyond the arrangement of houses in the town."

Wang Xian couldn't answer.

Jian Zhuang thought for a while and said:
"Would it be related to people? After all, we don't know what kind of form Xianyuan exists in. Maybe it's in those people."

This is a new idea.

Shi Hao pondered and said:
"But how do you calculate this number? It won't be the number of people we meet after entering the town, and people are walking back and forth, so it can't be counted like buildings."

Jian Zhuang fell into thought.

"I know!" Suddenly, Zhao Xinghuo slapped the table, and facing everyone's gaze, he said loudly, "Maybe it's the age!"

"Age?" Lin Qin raised his eyebrows.

Zhao Xinghuo looked like an old man who had discovered the truth:
"Look up who is 12 years old, who is 13 years old, and who is 63 years old in the town. Maybe the fairy fate is with these three people."

This... The star officials were stunned, their eyes flickered, and they fell into thinking.

Although this brain circuit is a bit out of the way, the possibility cannot be ruled out. There are indeed old people in the town, but it is hard to say whether there are 63 years old or not.

In feudal dynasties, people generally aged prematurely. Except for practitioners, the life span of ordinary mortals was not very high.

"As a possibility, let's inquire with the townspeople tomorrow and ask about their age," Lin Qin said.

Zhao Xinghuo was complacent, but Ji Pingan shook his head in his heart. He felt that a group of people had fallen into a misunderstanding, thinking that the three numbers represented a ray of immortality.

This is a very reasonable guess.

But only Ji Pingan knew that Pei Sanniang said the names of the three in one breath.

Moreover, Ji Pingan failed to obtain numbers from other townspeople, and logically inferred that these three numbers are likely to be a group.

Next, a group of people violently brainstormed many possibilities and prepared to try them one by one tomorrow.

Ji Pingan said he was sleepy and ended the meeting.

……

The next day, the star officials excitedly went to try, thinking that they had taken the lead, but to their disappointment, no matter how they tried, they still couldn't find a breakthrough.

On the other hand, Ji Pingan vaguely sensed that something was wrong after attacking several townspeople but found nothing.

Unlike the lost officials of the Qintian Supervisor, at noon, a news spread that Mr. Zhong Tong of Mo Lin accidentally picked up a piece of broken porcelain from the corner of an idiot's house.

And tried to cross into Lingsu, only to be surprised to find that it was actually a magic weapon.

This news immediately caused a sensation, and the cultivators who witnessed it by accident finally realized that the so-called "celestial fate" was hidden in this way.

Next, a group of people started a mighty raid on the town.

As big as a house, as small as a stone on the ground, I can't wait to dig it carefully.

It's just that those broken magic tools don't seem to be able to show abnormalities as long as they are stimulated by spiritual essence. They are very demanding on the "Fate Law", and they often search for them deliberately, but find nothing, and when they have no hope, they accidentally dig.

Therefore, the star officials also gave up on the three clueless figures and began to look for strange things in the town.

In the next few days.

The disciples of the major sects have gained a lot one after another.

Someone picked up a string of broken beads among a pile of bricks and tiles.

Someone pulled a broken bowl with a chipped corner out of the kennel.

Someone stole a red string from a bundle of bacon under the eaves of a certain townsman.

Someone picked up a fork-like sword embryo from an abandoned corner of the blacksmith shop.

……

The townspeople were very angry at the behavior of these outsiders, but the practitioners didn't care. If fighting was not banned in the town, they would have already robbed each other.

Also, to prevent them from being stolen after falling asleep, they all hid a bunch of tattered magical artifacts one by one like treasures.

During this process, the disadvantage of the small number of star officials in the Qintian Supervisor gradually emerged. Not only was the "fate" poor, but the things they found were few and weak.

Sometimes, it is clear that something has been discovered, but due to the small number of people, it cannot be snatched from other sects—after all, it is impossible to fight, but it is not against the rules to block it with the body.

In a blink of an eye, Qin Tianjian, who was vaguely dominant at first, was beaten back to his original shape, and Ji Pingan seemed to give up on himself. At first, he went to the town for a transit, but later, he stayed in the inn for most of the time.

The disciples of the other sects were wary at first, but they were no longer surprised:

"Ji Ping'an is good at dealing with the townspeople, but now it seems that those townspeople really don't know what Xianyuan is, otherwise they would throw it away? There are also people who throw magical artifacts into the kennel... Then what else does he have? Advantage?"

The cold and proud young man Zhao Yuanji said so.

indeed.

When he realized that Xianyuan was actually scattered all over the town, and all he needed was keen insight and "Fate Method", Ji Pingan lost the advantage of his mind.

The situation became unfavorable again.

……

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outside world.

A few days passed in the Dao Realm, and three to five days passed by the Hun River. Perhaps in order to show more details, the flow of time between the Dao Realm and the outside world began to slow down.

The images projected on the sky are constantly switching around in the town.

The people on the banks of the Hun River came and went, the largest number on the first day, then gradually decreased, and then stabilized.

Every time they saw the three sects from other places obtain immortal fate, the people in the capital were disappointed for a while, and cheered when the Taoist sect and Qin Tianjian gained something.

At first, many people were looking forward to Ji Ping'an's performance, but as the follow-up, looking for fairy fate became "physical work", Ji Ping'an appeared less and less frequently.

In people's calculations, Qin Tianjian's disadvantages are also increasing.

On the third floor by the lake, the lakeside breeze blows into the viewing platform, and a group of big shots are silent.

In the past few days, the people have rotated several times, but this group of people seldom leaves. As a practitioner, it is not a problem to persist for a few days, and only leave for a short time if there is something to deal with.

It has been several days since that day, when Ji Pingan broke through five levels in a row, and everyone is now paying more attention to the harvest of the disciples of each faction.

Although, the number of magic weapons harvested and the strength cannot determine the final competition for the ownership of the "Mountain Scepter", but at least it can increase the probability.

Therefore, after realizing that Qin Tianjian was gradually ranking last, the atmosphere of the star officials headed by the five supervisors undoubtedly fell to the bottom.

Finally... there is still no way to trick.

Li Guofeng sighed, he raised his hand subconsciously to fetch the cup on the coffee table, and put it to his lips, only to realize that there was no tea.

Bloodshot eyes appeared in the eyes of the chief supervisor, which was a manifestation of anxiety.

The rest of the people also looked sluggish. Although they had expected this result, it was in the beginning that Ji Pingan led far more people into the town than expected.

On the second day, it seemed that he had taken the lead, raising the expectations of the prison lords.

As a result, when expectations fail, the sense of loss is particularly strong.

"It's almost the tenth day, and I haven't seen Ji Pingan for a long time." Li Guofeng said with slightly chapped lips.

Beside him, Fang Liuhuo wilted and sighed:
"That kid has tried his best. He is really a bastard with this rule. He made it so mysterious. In the end, it turned out that Xianyuan relied on picking it up. With his brain, he can handle the first five levels, but in the end he still has to compete with his cultivation base to cultivate the peak of Qi. In front of this group of Po Jiu, it is meaningless."

The honest man Huang Chen also nodded and said:

"He did his best."

At this time, no one would doubt Ji Ping'an's ability, but he felt a little regretful.

Even by the river outside, those who had a huge prejudice against Ji Pingan could hardly discredit his achievements after breaking the five barriers that day.

It is unbelievable that a person in the Qi Cultivation Realm can bring so many star officials into the town.

As for competing with a group of Po Jiu for the Mountain Scepter, no one with a brain thinks that his existence can reverse anything, so of course, he doesn't have any expectations for Ji Pingan.

At this time, Bai Chuan turned into starlight, flew from outside the building, walked over in the calm sight of everyone, and said:

"It's time to switch back."

No one has ever forgotten that there may be monster races or other enemies hidden in the capital of God.

If everyone is here, the Qin Tianjian will inevitably be empty, so these five people take turns to go back to rest and sit in the township for the past few days.

Li Guofeng glanced at the female prisoner, and said:
"Go back and rest first, if there is any change, I will notify you."

Xu Xiurong's plain and delicate face also couldn't hide his exhaustion. It wasn't that he was physically tired, but that he had been concentrating for a long time, staring at the Dao realm, and had violent emotional ups and downs... This was extremely exhausting.

At this time, the female prisoner was obviously unwilling, but she still stood up, sighed softly, and said:
"it is good."

Then, instead of controlling the starlight, she walked down the stairs slowly, and found Mu Yaoyao, Huang He and others outside the building.

In the past few days, the disciples of the Muyuan waited by the river most of the time, exposed to the wind and sun, and they also looked a little bad.

"Go back and rest." Xu Xiurong touched the female apprentice's thinner cheek with some pity, and said:
"You guys have low cultivation, what are you doing here?"

Mu Yaoyao lowered her head, looking sullen, the cloth bag of snacks on her waist was deflated, and she didn't put it in, she whispered:
"Brother, they are still inside."

Xu Xiurong forced a smile and said:
"Then you have to rest first, otherwise, when the tenth day arrives, could it be that you just fell asleep here?"

Mu Yaoyao was indeed sleepy, with bags under her eyes, she said "En", and got into the carriage with a few disciples, and was driven by Huang He.

Xu Xiurong thought for a while, and sat in. The carriage rattled, drove into the streets, and walked along Chang'an Avenue to Qintianjian.

Along the way, you can see pedestrians on the streets on both sides, people in teahouses and restaurants, most of them are talking about the situation in the Taoist environment.

Newsboys were running, waving newspapers in their hands.

There are gamblers going back and forth between the casino and here.

Xu Xiurong looked at the restaurants on both sides through the window of the car with fluttering curtains, and his delicate ears moved slightly, subconsciously catching those discussions.

Many of them are saying that Qin Tianjian may be at the bottom.

"After the old national teacher left, this Qin Tianjian will be abolished."

"Yeah, it's a big reward anyway. Qin Tianjian didn't show up for such a big event, and I don't know where it went."

"Heh, if it wasn't for Ji Sichen, this huge Qin Tianjian would really be a complete joke."

"Oh, it's a pity Ji Sichen, he practiced too late, no matter how good his mind is, no matter how skillful he is, there's nothing he can do about it against a group of broken nines."

"Drink, alas."

Xu Xiurong's complexion became more and more gloomy amidst discussions.

……

All the way back to the Qintian Prison, everyone went back to rest, but Xu Xiurong didn't want to sleep or eat, so he walked aimlessly in front of the Xilin Wall.

Under the dim sunlight, the entire West Forest Wall reflected white light, which was washed exceptionally clean by the rain.

"How's the situation?" Suddenly, footsteps came from beside him, and then the old man asked gently.

Xu Xiurong turned his head and bowed generously: "Senior Brother Gou."

Gou Hanyi's old body is slightly hunched, with his hands behind his back, holding a small hoe, on his ugly face, a pair of blue-gray eyes are full of softness:

"It doesn't look good."

Xu Xiurong nodded bitterly.

Gou Hanyi didn't really care about it, he just said with emotion:

"When the old master was there, he often said that star officials value rhythm in their practice. Everything has peaks and valleys. This is the essence of rhythm. The same is true for the rise and fall of Qin Tianjian. It has only been established for more than a hundred years. Is it normal to lose?"

Xu Xiurong bit her plump lips and said:

"I don't know this truth. It's just that there are a lot of people talking about it in the city. I just passed the dining hall and heard some prison students also..."

Gou Hanyi laughed and said:
"Forget it, you are still young, so it's normal for you to focus on the outcome. But I, the old man, live to this age, and I will soon go to see the old master, so I can see it."

Xu Xiurong hurriedly said: "Brother can live for at least a few hundred years."

Gou Hanyi couldn't help laughing, waved his hands, coughed twice, and sighed:

"In the past two days, I have been vaguely aware of the call of the starry sky, and it is not bad for the soul to return to the sea of ​​stars."

Xu Xiurong feigned anger: "Brother, don't say such things."

"Hahaha." Gou Hanyi smiled, said yes, and then suddenly said seriously: "But old man, I have indeed noticed the Xinghai turmoil in the past two days, for some reason."

Xu Xiurong was stunned for a moment, she was worried about the big reward these two days, she didn't practice at all, she was very upset, and she didn't realize any changes in Xinghai.

Although Gou Hanyi has only broken the Ninth Realm, he has lived for so many years, but not all of them have lived on dogs. He said that he noticed that Xinghai was abnormal, so he would definitely not target it indiscriminately.

but……

"The sea of ​​stars will be disturbed a few times every year, and it's not surprising in midsummer." Xu Xiurong said, "When the grand prize is over, let's go to the observatory to have a look."

"Alright."

After the brief conversation ended, Gou Hanyi left, but Xu Xiurong still had the big reward in mind, although it was almost certain that Qin Tianjian would be at the bottom this time.

But I didn't see the final result, so I still didn't give up.

"Xu Xiurong, Xu Xiurong, how can you still be lucky after practicing for so many years?" The female supervisor Hou walked back to the Four Seasons Pavilion, whispering to herself.

Looking inside through the window, Mu Yaoyao was curled up on the futon and sleeping soundly, with crystal clear lips flowing down from the corner of her mouth, her snow-white chin glistening.

I don't know what I dreamed, but I was still whispering: "Master... it's started... call me..."

Xu Xiurong smiled, sighed, and meditated cross-legged with his eyes closed.

According to the rules, she needs to guard until dawn this round, and I am afraid that she will miss the final battle on the tenth day in the Dao Realm.He didn't intend to call his disciples to get up.

Let her sleep well.

But... Maybe it's okay to miss it.

……

Royal Palace.

Emperor Yuanqing was sitting in the imperial study, and the court lady handed over iced fruits, soaked in sugar water and eaten.

In the scorching summer, although Xin Yaoguang made the city cloudy over the past two days in order to ensure the clear light and shadow in the Dao Realm, the stuffy heat was still annoying.

"Your Majesty." Eunuch Deng held the whisk in his right hand, put it on his left arm, walked over with small steps, and bowed.

Emperor Yuanqing had a fruit in his mouth, chewed it slowly, his Adam's apple rolled and swallowed, looked at the old eunuch with majestic eyes, and asked:

"How's the progress?"

The old eunuch said:

"If there is no accident, later today, the Dao Realm will reach the tenth day, and the results will be determined. Now the Dao Sect has gained the most and is the strongest, but the other three sects are not bad. Easy to say."

"Where's Qin Tianjian?" Emperor Yuan Qing frowned and asked.

Eunuch Deng hesitated for a while, then shook his head and said:
"Qin Tianjian has a weak foundation after all. Although Ji Sichen brought many people in, it seems that he is not favored by Xianyuan because of his low cultivation level."

What he said was very euphemistic, Emperor Yuan Qing snorted coldly and said:
"In this way, the Taoist sect may not be able to win the first prize, and the Qin Tianjian must be at the bottom?"

There was dissatisfaction in his tone:

"This big award is all about the prestige of his sect. If he loses, he will lose the face of the court. It's better not to do it."

Eunuch Deng laughed and remained silent.

Emperor Yuanqing sighed, waved his hands away irritably to drive away the maid, supported his forehead, and said:

"I'm tired."

Eunuch Deng sighed, and stepped back step by step with his buttocks pouted, and when he walked out of the imperial study, he straightened up, looked outside at the city of Shendu covered by dark clouds, and silently shook his head.

In the afternoon, the flow of people near the Hun River increased again.

Gradually there is a tendency to catch up with the first day. I just think that there is news that before nightfall today, the winner will be determined by the acquisition in the Dao realm.

The Xiang family brothers and sisters and the toothless old servant arrived by car, ready to see the result.

"Is the winner going to be decided?" The red-tasseled ponytail flicked back, a little excited.

Hearing that Snow Lord smoothed the veil on his face with his jade fingers, he raised his head and looked at the sky picture. At this time, the picture happened to switch to Ji Ping'an.

……

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Yunqi Town.

The lobby of the inn was empty, and the rest of the practitioners were still looking for it, refusing to let go.

Ji Pingan was the only one sitting at a table with a chess piece between his fingertips, tapping it gently and unconsciously on the wooden chessboard.

There was no one facing him, he was just playing against himself.

This kind of game lasted for several days, and the rest of the people were amazed at the beginning, and then they were not surprised at all.

"The wine you wanted." Pei Sanniang yawned, walked over, casually threw the jug on the table, then looked at Ji Ping'an's profile, and couldn't help but say:

"You're so weird, don't you dig graves with your gang?"

Digging graves... It's not an exaggeration, but some cultivators who were insane in order to find Xianyuan did indeed set their sights on the tombs near the town, and were almost beaten to death by the townspeople...

Ji Pingan opened the lid of the jug, sniffed the familiar smell, took a sip, his eyes were a little drunk:

"Everyone wakes up and I'm drunk alone. Tomorrow will be the tenth day. If I leave here in the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink Sanniang's wine again, so of course I have to drink more."

Pei Sanniang frowned: "I don't know why... I'm just talking drunk."

Then the proprietress turned her butt and left.

Ji Pingan smiled and didn't explain, just playing chess and drinking while unconsciously, the sky was getting late, and the twilight reflected into the inn.

At some point, a figure walked out of the door, and lightly came to sit down in front of him.

Yu Yuqiong wrinkled her nose and said:

"After tonight, it will be the tenth day. Are you really going to struggle?"

Ji Pingan tapped the chess pieces lightly, with a drunken face: "How are you struggling?"

Yu Yu raised her snow-white chin, with the arrogant appearance of a saint:

"Although your cultivation base is low, according to the rules here, you may not be favored by Xianyuan, but at least you should go out to try your luck instead of drinking here. This is not the Ji Pingan I know."

...It sounds like you really know me... Ji Pingan smiled:
"It's not like I haven't been out before."

Yu Yu was silent.

In fact, for Ji Pingan, a person who has performed miracles many times, wouldn't everyone be wary?
Not concerned?
But according to their observations, apart from getting clues from blacksmiths, beggars, and prostitutes the next day, Ji Pingan also tried to contact the townspeople or go for a walk, but nothing was gained.

This cannot be faked.

Therefore, it can only be attributed to the rules of Xianyuan, and people with high cultivation are indeed more favored.

"Even so, you shouldn't spend your days drinking like this."

Yu Yu was suddenly a little angry, although she couldn't tell where the anger came from:

"Based on your cultivation, once the Mountain Scepter is born tomorrow, the rules prohibiting fighting will be lifted. I can guarantee that you will be the first to be eliminated. Since you don't want to fight anymore, you might as well quit as soon as possible to save money." Injuried."

After finishing speaking, this proud little peacock-like girl stood up, turned and left indifferently:

"That's all."

When she walked out of the inn gate against the sun, she looked like a proud little queen.

Ji Pingan picked up the jug and took another sip, only to find that Zhao Yuanyang, who was not as tall as the table, also came over at some point, looked at him eagerly, and suddenly said:
"We are rivals to each other, so I cannot give you the magic weapon."

Ji Pingan froze for a moment, and said, "Of course."

Zhao Yuanyang said:
"You can escape farther tomorrow, it's better not to join the battle, even the leader of Qi Cultivation Realm can't make up for the gap in the Great Realm."

Although, with Xin Yaoguang and Qi Hongmian taking care of them, everyone will not be killed by each other, but tomorrow they will fight desperately.

It is still possible for the eliminated to be seriously injured.

Don't look at the fact that everyone has been on good terms these past nine days, as if they were friends with each other, but everything will be different tomorrow.

Before he could answer, Little Loli turned her head and left. After running for two steps, she turned back and said with a blank expression:
"Drink less wine."

Ji Pingan couldn't help laughing, picked up the jug and drank again, this time when it was dark, a group of star officials came back exhausted.

There was also a pair of master and servant of the Pei family mixed in.

Wang Xian glanced at Ji Pingan, the expression in his eyes was unclear, and they were not annoyed by Ji Pingan's downcast attitude.

Because without Ji Ping'an, they couldn't come to the town at all, but they just felt unfair for him, knowing that "teaching" the mind is so good, but the result seems to be against the fairy fate.

Nothing but three meaningless numbers that day.

As if being targeted by the entire Dao Realm, no matter how Ji Pingan searched, there was nothing else to gain.

"Professor, the Mountain God's Staff will be born tomorrow, you should avoid it." After hesitating for a while, Wang Xian still spoke.

Although the number of star officials is the smallest and the strength is the weakest, they are in urgent need of manpower.

But in the face of a group of Pojiu, the peak Qi Yang state is not very useful. Besides, the number of Magical Artifacts they have collected in the past few days is not much, and it is too small for a few Pojiu.

There is no reason to allocate it to Yang Qi.

Since there is a high probability of not being able to snatch it anyway, why bother to get in for nothing?
Ji Pingan raised his eyes and examined each face:

"Is this what you mean?"

Luo Huaizhu said "En", and the daoist girl was rarely in a daze.

Ji Pingan didn't say anything, just waved his hands, a group of star officials went upstairs silently, went to rest, recharge their batteries, and prepare for tomorrow's decisive battle.

"Big brother..."

Pei Qian, who had a round face and a festive appearance, opened his mouth. He was quite excited after wandering around the town for several days.

It feels like a husky mixed with wolves...Every day I come into contact with all the talents of the Great Zhou, and I feel that my grade has also improved.

Seeing Ji Pingan's "frustrated" and "self-defeating" appearance, he hesitated to speak.

In the end, he just said: "Iron Sand will help you tomorrow."

This is not against the rules, but in the eyes of outsiders, I am afraid it is not very decent.

"Go and rest." Ji Pingan waved his master and servant away, leaving him alone in the lobby.

Until the disciples of the various sects returned one after another, everyone would give him a meaningful look when they went upstairs.

Then turn away.

Tomorrow's decisive battle, no matter how amazing Ji Ping'an is, he is only in a state of nourishing Qi that doesn't even have a fairy fate, so there is really nothing to worry about.

……

"Go ahead and drink, my old lady is going to sleep."

In the middle of the night, Pei Sanniang couldn't hold it anymore, her eyelids were clenched, she yawned and said something, and wandered into the bedroom by herself to sleep.

A lamp like a bean.

In the entire Yunqi Inn, apart from the lantern hanging outside the gate, there was only an oil lamp on Ji Ping'an's table in the lobby.

Finally, when the wick of the oil lamp became limp, the "Zi Zi" flickered on and off.

Ji Pingan, who was very drunk, finally raised his head and drank the last drop of wine. In his right hand, he pinched the chess piece for a day, and it landed on a certain point on the chessboard with a "pop".

He raised his head, the drunken blush on his face quickly receded, and his drunken eyes instantly became clear and peaceful.

He stood up, walked steadily to the gate of the inn, raised his hand, caught a hanging lantern in his hand, and walked out of the town at dawn.

Behind him, the lamp wick on the table was dipped in lamp oil and extinguished little by little, and the last ray of light was reflected on the criss-cross grid on the chessboard.

The Go board has nineteen lines vertically and horizontally, and the last chess piece falls on the twelfth vertical and thirteenth horizontal lines.

According to the order of blacksmith, prostitute, and beggar that Pei Sanniang told, three sets of numbers were obtained.

If [-], [-], and [-] form a group and mark the "position" of a certain fairy fate, what is the easiest thing to think of?
"It's the coordinates."

Holding a lantern, Ji Pingan walked on the empty streets of the town, enjoying the hustle and bustle of no one.

Right now is the darkest time of the whole night, and it will be dawn soon.

The so-called sky is round and the earth is square, and the Taoist realm is square, which has already appeared in the coming time.

Yunqi Town is located in the center, which is the position of Tianyuan on the chessboard. Combined with the map carried when passing the five levels before, the scale can be calculated and estimated.

"In the game, the coordinates of the three numbers refer to the horizontal and vertical coordinate axes and the height respectively."

"But here is not necessarily the height, the greater possibility is the time."

Six or three, if the former is the hour, the latter is the quarter of an hour.

Could it be exactly three quarters noon?
And it happened to be noon when they entered the town ten days ago.

In other words, at noon, it happened to be the time when the "Mountain God's Staff" was born.

Ji Pingan carried the lantern, walked out of the town, and rushed towards the calculated position.

The night was torn apart, and the eastern sky was white. He raised his hand and extinguished the lantern.

Walking in the mountains and forests in the morning fog, neither fast nor slow, the grid on the chessboard is very close, but the real journey is far away.

When he finally passed through a bush and arrived at the calculated position, the sky was already bright.

On the blue sky, there are floating white clouds.

The wet and cold wind blew through the woods, blowing Ji Ping'an's hair and robe.

He stopped and unexpectedly saw an open space in front of him. He crossed his knees and closed his eyes and waited. The sun above his head moved a little bit, finally.

When the time reached [-]:[-] noon, the scenery in the open space in front of them was distorted, and a bamboo building appeared.

He had seen this bamboo building before - when he stepped into the town ten years ago, it was mentioned in the book, and as the number one on the list, he could get additional clues.

At that time, a picture appeared in his mind.

The three-story bamboo building was simple and elegant in shape. Ji Pingan walked to the door and pulled it lightly, and the door creaked open.

He stepped in, and was a little surprised to find that there was something else inside this seemingly small building.

The space is many times larger.

It turned out to be a huge library building, the dark brown wooden floor was shiny, and the interior of the whole bamboo building was in a ring shape, with a circle of tall bookshelves reaching the dome.

It is scattered and full of books, all kinds of books, everything that one expects to find. Compared with it, the library of Qintianjian pales in comparison. Probably only the library in the palace can compare with it.

"Snapped."

Suddenly, the open door closed by itself, and a magical lamp stone inlaid in the dome emitted a soft white light.

An ethereal and deep female voice echoed in the building like an echo in the valley:

"Congratulations on finding the core of the Dao realm and accepting the last test."

After a pause, seeing that Ji Pingan didn't speak, the voice continued:

"There are [-] volumes of books here, you need to memorize them all, and accept my spot check until you can memorize them all, then you will pass. Don't worry, the time in this building is extremely slow, you can at least..."

Ji Pingan sighed softly, and said in a complicated tone:
"So, it really is your fault."

After a pause, some nostalgia appeared in his eyes:
"Should I call you Dao Jing Qi Ling, or...Jiang Jiang?"

(End of this chapter)