The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 154 I haven't seen you in 500 years, but you are still like this (please subscribe for a monthly pass)
"Crack!"

In the night, Ji Ping'an's right hand appeared out of nowhere like graffiti, and then spread upward along his arm, gradually outlining a figure wearing a bamboo hat and covering his face with black mist.

This scene was extremely strange, neither the warring parties nor the warriors in the house had expected it at all.

It wasn't until the severe pain hit the brain along the nerves that the altar master in black robe suddenly woke up, let out a shrill cry of pain, and anger and panic spewed from his eyes.

Where did this person come from?
When is there such a master hiding beside me and others?Could it be that he is an accomplice of the enemy in front of him?
At the same time as his thoughts fluctuated, he didn't know that Fang Ling on the opposite side was also at a loss and confused.

She didn't even understand what happened for the first time, and she was stunned for two seconds, until her body fell downward under the gravity, and the light of hope bloomed in her eyes.

who is it?

Is it a strong man in the government?No...not like.

Fang Ling is like a drowning person in a river, grabbing a life-saving straw, or a person who has fallen into the abyss, being pulled back to the world by both hands.

The negative state of the whole body quickly dissipated, and the evil thoughts that were attracted in the heart were like a snowman in the sun. The ice melted and the body became light again.

"No!" The altar master in black robe was furious, and he slapped Ji Ping'an with his other hand, his five fingers wrapped around the turbid air, trying to arouse the evil thoughts in his heart.

"Stupid, don't run away at this time, but continue to fight, it really is something that has been eroded by evil thoughts."

Ji Pingan shook his head, and with a slight push, a red flame ignited out of thin air, and the black-robed guardian screamed and flew out backwards.

Surprisingly crisp.

Just as Fang Ling judged, this so-called "Altar Master" does not have high real force, but only relies on Taoism to appear extremely powerful.

After landing on the ground, the altar master in black finally woke up, realized that he was no match, and shouted:
"Kill him for me!"

Immediately, a puff of black smoke rose from under his feet, wrapped it, quickly escaped from the house, and ran wildly into the distance.

The famous martial artist froze in place for a while, but Ji Pingan didn't give them a chance to think about what to do, and popped out one after another flaming bullets, piercing his heart one by one.

Several warriors opened their eyes wide, and fell straight, dying with regret.

Watching this scene, Fang Ling's breathing froze, her whole body was icy cold, and she looked at Ji Pingan with even more awe.

For Ji Ping'an, these "official members" who have converted to the Four Sages are no longer worth saving.

Everyone is haunted by evil thoughts, obviously they all practiced "Deng Xian Lu", they are not good people.

In comparison, those ignorant congregants in the house may not be kind, but at least they still need to be saved.

When he just walked out, he was already knocked out, and the government will come to clean up the mess later.

"senior……"

For the rest of her life after the catastrophe, Fang Ling looked at Ji Pingan who was slowly falling to the ground with respect and awe.

It's a pity that she couldn't see through the fog under the bamboo hat at this time, otherwise she would be extremely shocked to find that the master in front of her was his neighbor's tenant.

Ji Pingan looked at her with weird eyes. Although he didn't untie his face scarf, the voice alone was enough to identify the "landlady".

As he expected, it was not easy for the other party to be able to keep the property with orphans and widows.

"Listening to Xuelou?" Ji Pingan glanced at the row of hidden weapons at her waist.

Not everyone who uses hidden weapons is a disciple of Tingxuelou, but his unique hidden weapon technique cannot be faked.

Fang Ling hurriedly cupped her hands and bowed, with a gloomy expression on her face:

"It's all about abandoning disciples, I dare not mention the inheritance of the master's school anymore."

Tsk... Your words sound like a story... Ji Pingan deliberately said in a hoarse and indifferent voice:
"Go away, this is not something you can participate in."

After finishing speaking, he flew out of the house, and chased after the black-robed altar master who fled far away——

He wasn't worried about getting lost, because Jiang Jiang had already followed him, and he could easily locate him by virtue of the Taoist scripture's induction with him.

And the conversation with Fang Ling was not a waste of time, but a deliberate release of water... Compared to killing a small altar master, it is more appropriate to use him for fishing.

"Senior..." Fang Ling was stunned, and wanted to say something, but found that the person had disappeared.

There was only one dead body left in this house, and there were dogs barking in some surrounding houses. Obviously, the movement here has attracted attention.

Not daring to delay, Fang Ling took back the hidden weapons one by one with lingering fear, and then returned home in the dark.

……

The Yamen of the Demon Slaying Division is brightly lit.

Most of the court warriors have returned home, but some people are left on duty.

In the backyard of the yamen, Ye Hongling was sitting in front of the case in a magnificent hall, reading the files.

On the brown table, an oil lamp burns quietly, and the white lampshade glows orange.

It illuminated the dossiers on the table, the beautiful face of the head of the department, the military officer's robe on her body, the black gauze wings on her head, and the pair of sharp sword-like eyebrows like small knives.

"Huh." Ye Hongling put down the paper roll full of ink characters in her hand, leaned back a little tiredly, raised her hand and rubbed the center of her brows, there was an unconcealable worry between her brows.

"The escort team was robbed."

"The spread of magic techniques."

"A sermon from a mystical sect."

As a yamen, he occupies a favorable location and harmony in intelligence gathering.In fact, she noticed the abnormality in the city earlier than Ji Ping'an.

It's just that, as an official who is a martial artist, he relies more on his mind to handle cases, to find clues, and to deduce the truth.

It is completely incomparable with the bug-opening "reasoning" of "Star Official".

Ye Hongling could only use the most stupid method to try to find commonalities and connections among a pile of files and cases. The rogue she found a few days ago was an important clue.

It's a pity that he was silenced in advance.

"These cases seem to be unrelated to each other, but they are inextricably linked after careful investigation." Ye Hongling thought, stood up, and paced the room slowly.

At this moment, suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard, and then gradually approached:

"Director Ye! Your subordinates have something to report!"

Ye Hongling suddenly turned her head, staring at the closed door:
"Come in and talk."

The door was pushed open, and the tall and thin officer was out of breath and said:

"The night inspection report said that there was an incident in Dongcheng that might involve practitioners. The specific circumstances are unknown."

Dongcheng? !
Ye Hongling narrowed her eyes, and said, "Prepare the horse, call the man on duty, and go take a look!"

"Yes!"

The tall and thin official retreated in response, Ye Hongling walked to the wall in a few steps, raised her hand to grab it, pulled off the black cloak and tied it around her body with a "hula", and grabbed the saber again.

Not long after, a group of galloping horses galloped towards the east of the city with iron hoofs outside the Yamen of the Demon Slayer Division.

It attracted the attention of the people along the way, not knowing what happened.

……

earlier.

In a remote house, in a dark room.

The middle-aged man sitting cross-legged meditating slowly opened his eyes, his slightly distorted and sullen face was full of indifference and resentment.

As the person behind the dissemination of "Deng Xian Lu", he was in a bad mood.

Originally, everything was going smoothly, but in the past two days, the court first began to investigate many clues, and the part of the Four Saints under his control was forced to transfer.

Stop extending the tentacles.

Then, when he was practicing two days ago, someone broke into the "sea of ​​emotions" and injured him from the air.

At that time, he was so terrified and furious that he didn't dare to rebuild that space again in the past two days, which consumed a lot of accumulated injuries.

Fortunately, his soul is strong enough, and after a few days of effort, it has almost eased up.

Only then did I try to rebuild, but unfortunately, after the impact and the "disconnection" for several consecutive days, the number of downlines that were originally growing has decreased a lot.

Annoyed, he devoured several "online" practitioners in one go before venting his anger.

"It's time to lie dormant for a while, and after today's rally, I will switch positions."

He thought, anyway, the matter arranged by the leader has been completed, and there is no need to take the risk of hiding in the city.

At this moment, suddenly, he pricked up his ears and looked out of the dark window.

The figure of the middle-aged man flashed, he pushed the door and walked out. It happened that a cloud covered the night sky, and the sky and the earth were completely dark.

A figure wrapped in a torn black robe, running for his life, smashed open the closed courtyard door, with scorched black marks on his body, saw the latter wailing:
"Master, save me!"

The middle-aged man was startled, with the help of Xi Wei's starlight, he could clearly see the face covered with a veil, a black mist of blood, as if it had been licked by a raging fire.

And his eyes are red, a sign that evil thoughts are on the verge of getting out of control.

"What's going on? Didn't you go to host the rally? Could it be that you ran into a demon slayer?" The sinister middle-aged man asked with his eyebrows twitching wildly, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand, and squinting his eyes.

The altar master in black robe said: "It's not an official, but a monk who can control fire..."

He stammered and told what had happened.

The middle-aged man said coldly: "So, you escaped successfully? Go straight to me?"

The latter gave an "en", but did not realize the meaning of the former's words - the surging evil thoughts had an effect on the erosion of the mind, making his mind stupid and acting more instinctive.

Idiot... The anxiety in the middle-aged man's heart became more and more intense, and he looked around vigilantly:
"Are you sure, that person didn't follow?"

The altar master was stunned.

At this moment, the air slowly twisted, and Ji Pingan, who was wearing an ordinary green robe and a bamboo hat, slowly showed his figure, and looked at the two with a smile:

"It seems that not all those who practice "Dengxianlu" are brain-dead."

Next to him, Jiang Jiang maintained a translucent state, suspended to extend the distance, and quietly blocked the direction behind the two to prevent them from escaping.

"Hall master, it's him! It's he who hurt me and ruined the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the holy master!"

The altar owner who was burned and disfigured sternly said.

His tone of anger was mixed with excitement, as if he was happy for the other party's "self-defeating".

But he didn't notice that the middle-aged man standing behind him had an extremely solemn expression, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"Master, kill him, kill him for me..."

Just as he was speaking, the voice stopped abruptly, and the altar master in black lowered his head in astonishment, looking at the point of the knife stabbing out of his chest.

Then he turned his head inch by inch, staring at the middle-aged man holding the knife behind him in disbelief, as if asking why.

But the chance was gone, his remaining spiritual essence and strong evil thoughts turned into wisps of black air, flowing from the wound into the middle-aged man's palm along the blade.

Be devoured and refined by it.

Ji Pingan watched with cold eyes, and was not in a hurry to make a move, but just looked at this scene with pity:
"The Four Sacred Religions are still the same as they were back then, with brutality regardless of enemy or friend."

Wearing a short robe and holding a half-meter-long curved knife, the middle-aged hall master with disheveled hair and a sullen face slowly drew the knife, letting the drained corpse fall to the ground.

The bloodshot eyes stared at Ji Pingan, and said:

"It's just human pills. If it wasn't for the reappearance of the holy religion and the urgent need for manpower, this kind of thing is also worthy of being the altar master?"

There was a strong arrogance in his tone.

He didn't doubt Ji Ping'an's words - after all, although the Four Sacred Sects disappeared for a long time, there are still relevant legends in the world.

Ji Ping'an said with great interest: "So, you are the magic cultivator who spread "Deng Xian Lu" behind the scenes?"

The middle-aged man's body was tense, and he maintained a posture of drawing a knife at any time: "Who is your Excellency?"

Ji Pingan smiled and said, "You don't recognize me? The day before yesterday, in the sea of ​​emotions..."

When the middle-aged man heard the words, veins burst out on his forehead: "It's you!?"

Although there is some speculation, it is confirmed that the mysterious person who sabotaged the rally and followed the idiots on the ground to kill him is the murderer who injured himself the day before yesterday.

An uncontrollable anger rose.

At this moment, some tentative thoughts faded away, and the middle-aged man suddenly "cracked" his joints, raised his wrist and flicked it, and the black air fell like ink.

In every beach, a big-headed doll with a hideous face emerges.

There are different expressions on the immature face, some are greedy, or cruel, or bloodthirsty, or violent... This is the soul control technique in the sorcery.

Condensing evil thoughts into a soul is a technique that specifically injures the soul.

"Go!" The middle-aged hall master snapped.

After the words fell, these big-headed dolls screamed and made magic sounds. Just a moment ago, they were like dogs with iron chains tied around their necks, barking wildly.

At this moment, the dog chain broke.

Ji Pingan stood at the gate of the courtyard, raised his eyes to examine a group of dolls galloping towards him, grasped it with his right hand, with a brown base, embellished with green, turned it up and down thick and thin, and waved it calmly in a round shape.

"Bang bang bang!"

The dolls flew upside down like a ball, reversed in mid-air, and screamed in pain.

An exaggerated look of pain appeared on his face.

At the same time, the blue bricks in the courtyard cracked, the soil bulged, and an arm condensed with the soil protruded out, grabbing at the middle-aged man.

"Earth movement technique?!"

The middle-aged hall master's eyes were fixed, and he jumped up, his Taoist robe was close to his skin, his cloth shoes stepped on the air, and the place where his toes landed was like stepping on the surface of water, creating layers of ripples.

While breathing, he pulled out an afterimage and arrived in front of Ji Pingan, and the knife wrapped in evil thoughts in his hand screamed sharply, hitting the face directly.

This blow was extremely abrupt, and the speed was terrifying. At the same time as the knife came out, Ji Ping'an's heart was full of emotions and desires.

Black air condensed between the eyebrows, and the pupils suddenly became dull and lost their luster, like a puppet whose soul had been pulled away.

In the distance, Jiang Jiang hugged his shoulders, his pointed wizard hat drooping limply. He was watching a play, but he was still startled, and was about to jump over to rescue him.

But in the next second, the tiptoes of her steps stopped in the air, and then slowly retracted.

I saw Ji Ping'an's expressionless eyes blinked, and a smile overflowed, and a ruler made of moso bamboo slipped out of his cuff in his free hand.

Hit it lightly.

"Ding!"

The ring ruler and the dagger collided with each other, making a crisp sound, the face of the middle-aged hall master changed suddenly, and he felt a tingling sensation traced along the handle of the knife, and penetrated into his arm like a shattering one.

Then, the right arm completely lost consciousness, limply hanging down, and the short knife also fell to the ground.

"Golden Taoism?! Taoist master?"

If it is said that before, it was difficult to determine the single five-element technique, but after witnessing many kinds of Taoism in succession, he subconsciously regarded Ji Pingan as a member of the Taoist sect.

Is my Qin Tianjian star officer so shameless... Ji Pingan was dissatisfied, and stepped on the ground lightly, a heel raised up on the ground, forcing the middle-aged man to rush left and right.

"If it's just this little ability, let's go to Sanqing Temple with Pindao." Ji Ping'an said with a smile.

Jiang Jiangmuran, I think you are addicted to wearing a vest, you will be your own seat for a while, and you will be poor for a while... Is this also human nature.

"Okay, okay." The middle-aged hall master suddenly laughed three times, as if he was forced to vent his anger.

At this moment, he suddenly raised his hand and swept across, snapping off the soil thorns one by one, causing the earth and rocks to fly.

Putting his hands together in front of his chest, he took a deep breath.

Suddenly, there was a wind in the night, with him as the center, the surrounding heaven and earth spirits frantically gathered and were swallowed by him.

Then, the skin all over his body was chapped, and threads of blood gushed out from the pores, forming a skull-shaped totem, suspended above his head.

Staring at Ji Pingan with empty sockets, an indescribable sense of fear permeated the air.

At this moment, even Jiang Jiang, who is a spirit of Qi, shivered, and his eyes changed slightly.

The smile on Ji Ping'an's face also disappeared, but it wasn't because of the opponent's magical skills.

In fact, this is not the method recorded in "Dengxianlu" at all, but a unique skill.

The so-called utter learning refers to some practitioners' own unique techniques based on what they have learned in their lives, and their power is often extremely powerful.

Because it is rooted in oneself, it is difficult to pass it on to others. Most of the unique knowledge disappears in this world with the death of the creator.

Ji Ping'an knew the secret knowledge in front of him, but in his memory, the person who mastered this secret knowledge had died hundreds of years ago.

The wind blew through the courtyard, and the surrounding trees made rustling noises. The sky above the entire courtyard was covered by the shadow of a huge skeleton, as if it had become an independent world.

On one side is a sorcerer standing in the air, pinching magic formulas in his hands.

On one side was a young man in a bamboo hat who seemed to be intimidated by fear and lost the ability to resist.

The middle-aged hall master raised his left hand to grab it falsely, and on the ground, the lost dagger trembled and flew back into his palm.

He looked down at Ji Pingan, with a little madness in his bloodshot eyes:

"You should be honored to be able to die under this old master's trick."

His tone was proud, clearly the appearance of a middle-aged man, but his tone was particularly vicissitudes.

Probably because he was convinced of his victory, and out of emotion, he slowly raised the dagger in a low tone, and said with some regret:
"It's a pity that this unique knowledge reappeared in the world, and it was the first time to drink blood, but it was given to you, an unknown junior..."

While speaking, the knife in his hand slowly slashed down, with memories in his eyes.

But in the next second, the words of the bamboo hat man standing silently in front of him made him feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and the knife froze in place.

Ji Pingan raised his head, revealing his eyes from under the bamboo hat.

First, he raised his hand and pressed his chest falsely, touched the Taoist scriptures, and locked up Jiang Jiang who was watching from a distance.

After doing this, I looked at him calmly, and said a name gently:
"Zhu Xun."

Ji Pingan looked down at the strange middle-aged man indifferently, trying to overlap it with an old "friend" deep in his memory:
"Four Holy Guardians, Zhu Xun of the Demon Sect. I should remember correctly."

The middle-aged hall master, or should be called "Zhu Xun", suddenly froze in his slashing movements, his eyes widened suddenly, staring at Ji Pingan in front of him, and his voice was sharp:
"Who are you?!"

Facing the stunned face of the other party, the corners of Ji Ping'an's mouth slowly curled up, vicissitudes and complexity appeared in his eyes:

"Don't you recognize me?"

He seemed to smile, and it seemed that a certain guess in his heart had finally been settled and confirmed.

The mist on his face dissipated, and there was an inexplicable smile on that young, even immature face. He smiled and looked at Zhu Xun, reminding:

"I haven't seen you in 500 years, and you're still so shameless."

"In the past, Heifenglin, you knelt down in front of me like a bereaved dog and begged for mercy. It's only been a few hundred years. Could it be that you have forgotten it?"

His voice was very soft, but it fell on Zhu Xun's ears like thunder.

At this moment, the substantial skull totems showed a tendency to collapse.

Zhu Xun roared uncontrollably, as if forced to recall the most frightening past:
"You...you are...impossible!"

He didn't even have the courage to say that name, as if the name itself was already some kind of taboo.

……

……

Mud Bottle Lane.

In the Fang family's courtyard, a lamp is like a bean.

Under the night, everything was silent, and through the bright window lattice, one could see a small, slightly chunky figure, pacing back and forth on the kang in the house.

About seven or eight years old, Fang Shijie, with a childish face, put his hands behind his back, and turned his head to look out the window from time to time. The brows were not mature for this age.

"Where did you go, and you didn't say a word... It's really worrying."

The little fat pier sighed softly, unable to hide his agitation.

Finally, just when he couldn't bear his temper, he stepped on his shoes, grabbed his coat and put it on, and was about to go out to find his "mother".

There were slight footsteps outside the courtyard, and then the sound of the door bolt being pulled open.

After hiding the night clothes and returning to her original attire, Fang Ling walked slowly into the yard with a small basket on her shoulders, and saw the door being pushed open, and the little fat man came out with a serious face:

"Where have you been?"

According to Fang Ling's previous character design, at this time, he should have rolled up his sleeves, picked up the broom, and beat up Fang Shijie who was not polite.

But just after going through a life-and-death crisis, the young woman who survived the catastrophe will have a sore nose and almost cry with joy.

Forcibly keeping a straight face, he squatted down with a smile and rubbed Fang Shijie's round face:
"Hey hey hey..."

Fang Shijie looked dazed, and suddenly felt childish when he saw the abnormal woman:
"Don't be like this, I will be obedient in the future."

"Hehehe." Fang Ling kept giggling, dragged Fang Shijie into the room, and then took out the roast duck and fruit wine he bought from the small basket.

It wasn't until the couple had finished eating and drinking that Fang Ling hummed a country slang song to take a bath. Fang Shijie took the time to walk to the courtyard, took a few deep breaths, and with a serious expression on his face, he muttered in a low voice:

"This woman is crazy, I can't stay in this broken place, I want to go back to God's Capital."

But when he looked at his two chubby hands and the crotch-open pants, he sat down beside the well in frustration, looked at the starry sky covered by clouds, and sighed:

"Master, where are you..."

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