The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 180 The Mystery of Huayang's Entrance to the City
"shopping?"

Jiang Xiaotang leaned back in the rocking chair with a dazed expression. The faint smoke from her lips enveloped her eyes, but she could still see clearly, and her pupils lit up.

As a businessman, she actually likes this kind of rookie the most, and there is no pressure to cut it.

"Of course, as long as you can afford it." Jiang Xiaotang said with a smile:

"The small shop has a lot of things, so you can buy them at will, and don't underestimate them because they are messy and piled up. Any item is worth more than the jewelry in those jewelry and satin shops in the world.

Most of them have been pawned by heroes from all walks of life over the years. To tell you the truth, I can’t see many things. If you are lucky, you may be able to spend a small amount of money to buy treasures that are worth far more than the price. , Similar things have happened many times..."

Ji Pingan ignored the woman's chatter, and walked towards a wooden frame by himself. His eyes swept over all kinds of strange and weird things one by one, but he didn't touch them, just looked.

Rather than "selecting", it is better to say "browsing".

Finally, he bent down casually and picked up a stack of old books from the ground.

There is actually a layer of light gray accumulated on it, and it can be seen from the place where it is placed that it is the least valuable item in the shop.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaotang said flatly:
"A bunch of martial arts, huh, the most worthless things. However, the importance of a suitable martial art is self-evident when traveling in the rivers and lakes."

Martial arts.

This word specifically refers to some sword techniques, sword techniques, etc., but it is used by ordinary people.

There is also demand for martial arts practitioners in the realm of nourishing qi, but in comparison, what is really valuable is the "cheats of exercises", or even more advanced "cheats of techniques".

As for martial arts... It is indeed difficult for untrained martial artists, but it is easy to get acquainted with some Jianghu sects.

In Jiang Xiaotang's eyes, it is a money-losing product that takes up space.

"The shopkeeper seems to despise martial arts." Ji Pingan squatted down, gently blew off the dust on the surface, and began to carefully select.

Jiang Xiaotang said:
"I never said such a thing, and my martial arts skills are quite partial. If you want more books, you can get a discount."

Ji Pingan didn't seem to hear the mockery in her tone, and picked out a few martial arts cheats from the pile of books.

Then he got up and nodded in satisfaction, saying:
"Do you have a pen and paper?"

Jiang Xiaotang frowned, not knowing what this weird rookie meant, and pointed to the side:
"help yourself."

Ji Pingan thanked him softly, holding those books, and spread them out on the counter one by one in order.

At the same time, he laid out a blank sheet of paper, raised his pen with his wrist hanging, and began to turn over the pages of those martial arts books that have been widely circulated in Jianghu in a certain order with his left hand.

And said lightly under the puzzled eyes of the female cheongsam shopkeeper:
"Since Boss Jiang is a descendant of Jiang Chunqiu, he must know the secret skill of "Posha Gong"."

Break evil!
Hearing these three words, Jiang Xiaotang's expression changed slightly, he looked at the young man in front of him in surprise, and said:
"That's natural. Although the vast majority of martial arts are ordinary, there are also a very small number of them. Martial arts are supernatural, comparable to magic techniques. They are the so-called 'secret skills'... The breaking evil skill was created by my grandfather when he was young. A secret technique of..."

"No," Ji Pingan said while extracting a word from the first book and writing it on the paper:
"It can't be regarded as self-created, at most it is an improvement. The original form of Posha Kungfu is a horizontal martial art practiced by the Daqian Dynasty army in the past, and it was repeatedly revised and iterated by the Great Zhou Guoshi and several generals.

I thought about changing it to a method suitable for the battle formation, but failed.In the end, his grandfather Jiang Chunqiu saw it, improved it, and finally got this secret skill. "

Jiang Xiaotang was taken aback for a moment, and his sitting posture was slightly upright.

She did hear this secret mentioned by her parents, but what she said was not as detailed as the person in front of her:
"how do you know?"

Ji Pingan turned the pages of the book with his left hand, continued to copy, and said without raising his head:
"I also know that this technique of breaking evil is fierce and domineering, but it puts a lot of pressure on the body. Although it helped your grandfather escape from death several times, it also made him realize that this thing is not a long-term skill. Heart, so that martial arts stop.

He angrily asked the head teacher of the Taoist sect at that time to erase his memory of the Shasha breaking technique and not use it anymore.But in the end, it took a lot of effort, and I was really reluctant to completely erase it. I wanted to keep it, but I was worried that it would be spread and used by outsiders, which would hurt myself and others. "

Jiang Xiaotang sat up completely, with the cigarette pouch in front of him.

It is indeed as the person in front of me said, so this famous secret technique created by Jiang Chunqiu was not used in the second half of his life.

At the same time, it was not passed on to future generations, so that today, "Posha Gong" has become a martial art that has been cut off from inheritance... Well, it is not completely cut off.

Some moves were still recorded, but the most critical mentality was gone.

It's just that as a descendant, she only knows that her grandfather no longer uses it, but she doesn't know the section of "erasing".

After Ji Pingan finished copying one line, he turned the pages one by one and copied the second line:

"In order to solve this problem, he asked the Great Zhou State Teacher for advice, and the State Teacher taught him a stupid way."

"any solution?"

Jiang Xiaotang asked anxiously, but didn't notice that the hand holding the pipe stem turned white from the force.

Ji Pingan raised his head and glanced at her, as if he was smiling, and didn't show off, but said:

"He dismantled the mental formulas of breaking evil skills into scattered parts, and then mixed them in a specific order into the "General Outline of Martial Arts" compiled by the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The general outline contained many martial arts, which were scattered all over the world. At that time The idea is to just write down that order, and if you regret it in the future, you can get it back in this way, and you don’t have to worry about martial skills being passed on.”

When Jiang Xiaotang heard this, she couldn't understand. She suddenly stood up and stared at the rotten martial arts on the counter:

"Stone Ox Fist", "Autumn Leaf Knife", "Octopole Legs"...

The undulating breasts wrapped in the cheongsam:
"Could it be this..."

"That's right, the lost secret technique is hidden in these books."

Ji Pingan wrote the last word, put down the pen, picked up the paper with both hands and blew on the ink, and looked at the female shopkeeper with a smile:
"Is this mental formula of "Breaking Sha Gong" worth 500 taels of gold?"

Jiang Xiaotang stared at him intently, as if trying to see traces of a joke on the rookie's face.

But she failed.

Without hesitation, she raised her hand to grab this text, and at the same time, according to the method recorded in it, moved the spirit essence, carefully tried to operate it, and confirmed it with the "Breaking Sha Gong" external martial arts handed down in her family.

In almost a moment, she was sure of its authenticity.

"You... who the hell are you?!"

In the next second, Jiang Xiaotang raised his head abruptly, staring at the harmless young man in front of him, his heart was full of emotions, including excitement, surprise, surprise... also doubt, vigilance and disbelief.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that she had "punched her eyes".

The person in front of me is simply impossible to be a "younger" who has just entered the rivers and lakes... Can casually tell such secrets, and write down secret skills about her ancestors that even her direct descendants don't know...

How can it be a simple character?
Or, it was sent by a certain big force.Or... There is some terrible old monster hidden under this young skin.

It's ridiculous that I just didn't answer...Jiang Xiaotang suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

However, Ji Pingan shook his head, gently put down his rolled up cuffs, and said:
"I'm Xie Wensheng."

This sentence means:

Don't ask if you shouldn't, I'm just here to pick up something.

As for telling Jiang Chunqiu's descendants the secret technique, it is also considered a return to the original owner.

In the current turbulent world, ghosts and snakes from all walks of life have returned from "history", and the risk factor has greatly increased. Although "Breaking Evil Art" hurts the body, it is really useful... Maybe it can save the life of this descendant of the Jiang family at a critical moment.

Jiang Xiaotang was silent for a while, clenched the paper in his hand, and his expression became much more respectful.

Without asking too much, he took out a letter from under the counter and pushed it over:
"There is a special wax seal on it, and I haven't opened it."

Ji Pingan nodded, did a little divination, and confirmed that there was no danger, then tore open the envelope.

He took out a thin piece of paper, but to his surprise, there were not many words on this paper, only two:

Nangong.

"Nangong?" Ji Pingan was startled.

This result was beyond his expectation. Is this the contact information taught by the Four Sages to Xie Wensheng?

Wait... In the area of ​​Yuhang City, what do you think of when you mention Nangong?There is no doubt that it is the Nangong family!

When Ji Pingan came to Lanzhou by boat, he learned about the power distribution in Yuhang on the way, and there was one of them:
The largest clan in Yuhang is the Pei clan, and the second largest is the Nangong clan!

It's just that compared to the Pei family who have opened up the three roads of martial arts, imperial examinations, and officialdom, the Nangong family's sphere of influence is more in business, and its main family house is not in Yuhang City, but outside the city.

So it never entered his field of vision.

"Could it be that the Four Sages have already controlled the Nangong family? Yes, with the background of its second largest family, if it has something to do with the Four Sages, it can indeed explain why the Four Sages can rise so quickly and carry out activities. It can also Explain that he can find Curse Sha Sanren and Xie Wensheng earlier... After all, they are local snakes."

Ji Ping'an's thoughts fluctuated, and he felt that everything suddenly became clear, and some doubts in the past were answered.

"Thank you... Fellow Daoist?"

Jiang Xiaotang couldn't see the content, but saw Ji Pingan thinking, trying to call out.

Ji Pingan came back to his senses, crushed the envelope and letter paper, and said lightly:

"It's over."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to leave. Jiang Xiaotang was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward, and said:
""Breaking Sha Gong" is of great significance to me, far exceeding the price of this letter, you can still..."

"Let's talk." Ji Pingan didn't look back, walked to the door and grabbed his right hand. The oil-paper umbrella leaning against the door flew into his hand by itself, rotated and unfolded, covering his figure.

Jiang Xiaotang only saw him walk into the rain, his figure distorted and then went away, and a sentence floated in the humid air:
"The cheongsam imitation is not bad, but the slit is too small."

Jiang Xiaotang's face froze.

Bright red welled up on her fair face, then she snorted coldly, and closed the shop door with a "bang" sound.

At the same time, a "Closed" wooden sign on the door fell by itself.

She wants to study the ancestral secret technique carefully.

……

……

Leaving the black gold pawn shop, Ji Pingan did not stop, and immediately left the street.

However, just as he left, at the corner of the street, in the drizzle, a figure in a coir raincoat slowly walked in.

The raindrops flowed down along the coir raincoat, but any accumulated water would separate itself the moment it touched the man's boots.

When she gradually emerged from the darkness, the light of the lantern reflected her hand holding the hilt of her sword under the coir raincoat.

"Clos... close..."

Standing in front of the black gold pawn shop, Wei Huayang stared at the wooden sign on the door with blue eyes, and pursed the corners of his mouth forcefully.

Slightly disappointed.

The people of this era... so unprofessional... Wei Huayang sighed softly, the blue light in his eyes dissipated.

Lightning flashed across the sky, briefly illuminating her hair under the bamboo hat, her heroic eyebrows and eyes.

After thinking about it, she finally did not choose to open the door with a sword, and turned to leave.

Standing on the corner of the street and thinking for a while, according to the information I got from the mouth of "Zhou Banxian" according to my technique, I walked towards the west of the city.

He arrived at Xici Hutong in the rain, and stopped at the door of a house inside.

Wei Huayang made a tactic with his left hand in front of his chest, his figure suddenly faded, and he "passed" through the wooden door, stone wall, and fence like a wandering spirit, and entered the courtyard.

In the courtyard, the drizzle slapped the lush pear trees, and all the tables and chairs under the trees had been moved into the house.

Wei Huayang remained expressionless, and continued to enter the room. The moment his figure appeared, the sword in his right hand was out of its sheath, and it lightly and accurately touched the neck of the "Pavilion Master of Heavenly Secrets" who was reading information at his desk.

The old pavilion master was still dressed as an old man, with his melon skin cap on his head, his pupils shrank suddenly when he was resisted, and he swallowed his cry.

"Don't move, including your hands." Wei Huayang said calmly.

"..."

Old Man Tianji's right hand that was pressing towards the armrest of the chair suddenly froze, and he felt that his whole body was locked by qi, and a murderous intent was like a web, and he was like a bug in the spider web, with nowhere to escape.

When will such a swordsman appear in the rivers and lakes?
Not long ago, the master martial artist... and now there is another one.

Has my Tianji Pavilion resident become a sieve, allowing anyone to come in and out?
Also, why am I so unaware of the danger?No warning at all?
Countless thoughts surged in Old Man Tianji's mind, but in the end he turned into a person from his heart.

"What do you want to do, Your Excellency?" He pretended to be indifferent, and withdrew his hand.

tick tock...tick tock...

At this time, a lot of rain fell on the floor along the coir raincoat. Wei Huayang looked at the old man:

"You are old man Tianji? The biggest... information dealer in this river and lake?"

"...Yes. Are you here to buy information?"

"Buy?" Wei Huayang seemed to be smiling, the blade pierced a little into the flesh, and the old man Tianji said seriously:
"The old man knows everything and says everything."

Wei Huayang nodded in satisfaction and said:

"What major event happened in the city recently? Don't miss it."

The old man Tianji had no choice but to talk about several major events, but because it was relatively brief, he did not mention too many details.

Wei Huayang didn't seem to care much about what had happened. He didn't raise his eyebrows until he heard the last item:
"The military mansion enters the city?"

Old Man Tianji nodded and said:
"General Zhonglang of the Dadong Army Mansion led troops into the city today, occupied the prison, and arrested some people in the city, attracting the attention of the Pei family and the Beast Sect..."

He described the information he had collected, but with the intelligence capabilities of Tianji Pavilion, he could only grasp the general idea.

Don't know the details.

"Beast Master..." Wei Huayang really didn't care about that humble little hexagram master, or thought it didn't make much sense, and said:

"What do you think is the secret behind this?"

Old Man Tianji was silent for a while, shook his head and sighed:
"The secrets of the heavens are unpredictable... Don't... I really can't see clearly. If I can see clearly, will I be threatened by Your Excellency?"

Wei Huayang immediately felt that it made sense, and contempt appeared in his eyes.

Just listen to the old man Tianji say:
"However, it seems that all major forces, including the imperial court, are gathering in Yuhang, and they seem to be looking for someone."

Wei Huayang was silent for a while, and withdrew his sword:
"What happened today is rotten in my stomach."

After finishing speaking, her figure disappeared into the room, leaving only old man Tianji touching his cut throat, looking at the stagnant water on the ground, thoughtfully.

Outside Xici Hutong, Wei Huayang stepped out, suddenly a little dazed, not knowing where to go.

Her original plan was to come to Yuhang to find the Daoist Sanqing Temple, so as to establish contact with that junior disciple named Xin Yaoguang.

But as she walked along the way, she was keenly aware of the changes in the atmosphere, and after investigation, she realized that there were already crises and ups and downs under the water.

Leaving aside the rest of the forces, just the two forces of the Great Zhou Army and the Emperor Beast Sect made her fearful.

If he exposed his identity at this time, would it be a blessing or a curse?Does Da Zhou need a first-generation master?

"It seems that we have to change our thinking."

Wei Huayang thought for a long time, and gave up the plan to go to Sanqing Temple. As for the information obtained from the old man Tianji, she didn't plan to contact the people involved.

too dangerous.

"Let's... go for a wave first."

Wei Huayang whispered softly, and uttered the new words that Master Liyang had taught her. She raised her head and watched the countless silver threads falling from the dark sky, her eyes were confused:

"Li Yang, where are you?"

……

……

Pei's.

In the inner hall, they should have their own rest after nightfall, but tonight is a little different.

First, the mother and daughter of the Pei family left by car when they heard the news, and then Pei Qian, who realized it later, also ran out, but failed to catch up, so he had to wait in the mansion.

Finally, my mother and sister came back, but kept secret about what happened.

"Mr. Li is fine now, but because of a case, there was a little misunderstanding, which has been explained clearly." The answer given by Li Xiangjun is as follows.

This is also the reason for the outside world. Pei Qian always felt that there was something wrong inside, but with his IQ, he couldn't find out what the problem was, so he left sullenly.

When Pei Qiuwei returned to her bedroom, she didn't feel sleepy. She just sat by the bed and listened to the sound of the rain hitting plantains outside.

Suddenly, Li Xiangjun knocked on the door, holding a tray in his hand with a steaming bowl of Babaozhen soup on it.

"What's the matter with you? According to He'er, you didn't even eat dinner."

Li Xiangjun glanced at his daughter reproachfully, and put down the porcelain bowl containing the soup.

Pei Qiuwei froze for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"It's nothing, it's just that the things during the day feel like a dream."

Li Xiangjun glanced at his daughter, wondering what he was thinking, and suddenly sat down with his hips twisted, and said:

"Who would have thought it would be like this, that Ji Pingan..."

Pei Qiuwei said angrily:
"Mom, what I'm thinking about is the recent events in the city. I always feel that something big is about to happen. That kind of big event that affects Kyushu, because of our family's status, we can't even touch it."

Li Xiangjun was silent for a while, and said:

"It's useless to think too much. Even the magistrate is kept in the dark about such a big event. Why do I, Mrs. Pei, have to explore it? Different situations have different ways to survive. It's like the world was in chaos back then, and there is no such thing as Pei's today. At that time, how did our grandma, Pei Sanniang, gain a foothold?"

Pei Qiuwei said:
"It's because of the relationship with the first emperor and the national teacher."

Li Xiangjun nodded approvingly:
"That's it. In the eyes of those common people, our Pei family has already been a powerful family for hundreds of years, with great power, but in fact, compared with the real powerful people, we are nothing. Those big people can make a The family has risen from the ground and stood there for hundreds of years, but it can also shoot you in the dust with a single sentence."

Pei Qiuwei said suspiciously:

"Mom, what do you want to say?"

Li Xiangjun blinked, glanced at his daughter, and saw:
"My mother is saying that if you want to be safe, you still have to learn from your grandparents and get close to the arrogant people of this era. It seems that the Nangong family is thinking about doing business all day long, but they don't know that the biggest business in the world is nothing else. , is cast.

As long as you can bet on the right person, the rewards you can get are unimaginable. Bet on a champion, you can get a local gentry; Years of wealth...

Mother thinks that Ji Ping'an is pretty good, with first-class talent and backing. The key point is that you only marry those who make up the poems of the national teacher, and he makes up for it? "

Pei Qiuwei looked at his mother imparting "experience" in astonishment, and said angrily:
"Mother, why don't you go by yourself?"

Li Xiangjun stretched out his hand and poked his daughter's forehead angrily:
"What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't your father come back alive?"

……

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Jiangnan Gongyuan, Mingyuan Building.

After nightfall, Song Xuezheng did not go home, but was at his desk in the tribute courtyard to handle official duties.

With the drizzle outside, the room seemed extra quiet.

Song Xuezheng had just finished sketching a document when he suddenly heard the sound of wind coming from outside, and the double wooden doors were blown open with a bang, the cold wind poured in with drizzle, and the paper on the table was blown up.

He hurriedly got up, walked forward quickly and closed the door.

He just breathed a sigh of relief, but when he turned around, his pupils shrank, and he saw that there was already a blurry figure wearing a bamboo hat in his seat.

"grown ups?!"

Song Xuezheng was surprised at first, and then hurriedly bowed to salute:

"This subordinate has seen the sword bearer."

Ji Pingan said "En", sat back a little tiredly, glanced at the official letter on the table, and smiled:
"Master Song is very busy."

This light and fluffy sentence came out, and the back of Song Juren, who had a very high status in the south of the Yangtze River, suddenly broke out in cold sweat, and his face trembled:

"My lord... this subordinate is... this is..."

He was a little panicked, thinking that it was the sword bearer who came to ask the teacher for his crime.

After all, during this period of time, apart from providing a piece of information about Pei's family, he has made no other achievements.

However, Ji Pingan just smiled, waved his hands and said:

"No need to explain, I came here today to ask you about the Nangong family. Have you searched during these days?"

Seeing that he was asking about something serious, Song Xuezheng relaxed a little, and hurriedly said:
"Yes, yes! The Nangong family is the second largest family in Yuhang, so the subordinates naturally care about it. In fact, if the lord does not come today, the subordinates will all want to find him."

"Oh?" Ji Pingan said unexpectedly, "Looking for me?"

Song Xuezheng nodded and said seriously:
"It happens to be news from the Nangong family. To be honest, my lord, you mentioned Nangong just now, and my subordinates thought the information was too late..."

Ji Pingan finally became interested:

"Tell me."

Song Xuezheng swallowed and said excitedly:
"Didn't you tell your subordinates to investigate the recent anomalous person? Coincidentally, in the past few days, your subordinates have received news that a son of the Nangong family has changed a lot."

"go on."

"Yes. Nangong is a big family. This son was originally just a young man from Wufang. He was not very eye-catching. Even because his father was not loved by the head of the family, Wufang's situation was very poor, and the property under his hand was also the least among the main branches.

This young man was often bullied in ethnology, and his literary and military abilities were mediocre... But just a while ago, it was said that this boy suddenly showed outstanding talents, whether it was poetry or martial arts, he had made amazing progress. In school, he will defeat his fellow clan who oppressed him head-on, and even win the favor of his sisters from the same race..."

Ji Pingan was still listening carefully at first, but the more he listened, the more he felt that the script was inexplicably familiar.

He raised his hand to interrupt the latter, hesitatingly said:
"A boy who is not favored by a big family, his father is rejected by the family, and there is an elder brother who bullies him in the family history... Is there a very beautiful childhood sweetheart?"

Song Xuezheng turned pale with shock:
"Your Excellency also knows about this?"

"...No, I guessed it. You continue to talk." Ji Pingan fell silent.

Song Xuezheng was skeptical and said:

"The speed of this person's rise is astonishing, and even alarmed the Patriarch, and this is how the subordinates learned about it. After all, normally speaking, few people would pay attention to an inconspicuous young man..."

Ji Pingan suddenly interrupted him and asked:
"You mean, he made his reputation first, and then it reached your ears?"

Song Xuezheng hesitated and said, "Yes."

Ji Pingan narrowed his eyes and sat up slightly:
"So, it's not just you, if someone is also paying attention to the Nangong family, it will be easier to know about it?"

Sweat dripped from Song Xuezheng's forehead, which was being stared at, and he said bravely:
"Yes……"

The feeling of disharmony in Ji Pingan's heart suddenly became stronger.

He closed his eyes, and in his mind, everything today played back like a movie:
Xie Wensheng disappeared from Xishan Academy, he was invited by Ye Hongling to investigate, Sun Xianzu entered the city, Xie Wensheng gave clues, and the word "Nangong" in the envelope obtained from the black gold pawnshop.

And...the Nangong boy who suddenly rose up, a model of a protagonist.

One by one, there seems to be a thread connecting behind it, pushing things in a certain direction.

"Things are starting to...be interesting."

……

In the night, Sanqing Temple.

A young Taoist hurriedly returned to the Taoist temple, opened the door, his face covered with drizzle was full of excitement:
"Tell the viewer that there is a big discovery!"

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The typo is corrected first and then corrected. I wish everyone a happy holiday in advance. In addition, this month's monthly ticket is enough for the lucky draw. Thank you all.

(End of this chapter)