The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 183 Ji Ping'an: Qi Nian, if you don't make a move, when will you wait? ([-] characters ask for subscription monthly pass)

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In Yuhang City, in a certain inn, it was pitch black.

Wei Huayang sat cross-legged on the floor, with a bamboo hat leaning against the edge of the bed, and a slender sword across his lap.

The wind poured in through the window, and the girl's short hair swayed accordingly. However, on this young face, there was no greenness that should be there at this age, but a sharp temperament washed away by the years.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, Wei Huayang, who was practicing breathing, suddenly opened his eyelids, his eyes flashed brightly, and his ears moved slightly, as if he heard thunder on dry land.

Her figure faded away suddenly, the window was knocked open, the girl stood on the ridge of the inn, looking towards the martial temple in the north of the city in the night wind, the mysterious lines loomed in her eyes, and her brows frowned.

"what sound?"

"It seems to be thundering..."

Inside the inn, many people were alarmed, opened the windows and looked out, and then looked suspicious.

Someone stuck his hand out the window to make sure there was no rain.

But amidst the noise, Wei Huayang on the roof had disappeared.

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Mud Bottle Lane.

In the room, Fang Shijie, who was short and fat, only seven or eight years old, was lying on the bed with his two chubby hands behind his head, worryingly thinking about his next plan.

The whistling wind, blowing the paper on the window, made his eyelids twitch - that's what's wrong with the child's body, he is full of energy during the day, but sleepy at night, hard to control.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a thunder exploded in Fang Shijie's ears, and he was startled. In his small body, a faint phantom of a fragment of a star appeared.

National luck!

Fang Shijie sat up straight in shock, turned his head and stared at the dark window, the tiredness on his little face dissipated, and he was solemn.

For no reason, at this moment, he clearly sensed the turmoil in this city-state.

Fang Shijie got up, put on his clothes and opened the door, raised his face, and looked towards the north of the city:

"Wu Temple? What's going on? Who is shaking the fate of the country?"

He was both shocked and angry: This is my national destiny!

He ran towards the door with short legs, but as soon as he opened the door, he was thrown by a gust of wind, with a slap, and fell into the mud.

Fang Shijie lay helplessly on the ground, grasping the ground firmly with one hand, and grasping the air with five fingers with one hand, his eyes were desperate:
"You can't move, you will die, many people will die!"

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Pei's other courtyard, next to Tingchao Pavilion, a pool of water was wrinkled by the strong wind.

With a low roar, the surface of the water boiled, and Pei Wuju, with disheveled hair, broke through the surface of the water, feeling an inexplicable crisis in his heart.

That is the "intuition" of the Wufu path.

"It's not about the danger of the old man and Mrs. Pei, but why does it still make me vigilant?"

Pei Wuju looked puzzled, unable to figure out what happened.

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Onmyoji Palace.

On the majestic stargazing platform, the tall wooden buildings creaked, and the lanterns hanging under the eaves of various tiles shook violently.

Xie Wensheng carried a jug of wine and a paper bag of cooked meat, and walked up to the top of the observatory step by step on a ladder that seemed to be broken. He looked at Qin Tianjian, who was wearing a strange robe, white beard and white hair, and looked like an old pedant. .

The old prisoner was sitting with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, facing south, like a human-shaped wind eye, shielding the strong wind from the platform.

"Hey, you're an interesting star official. You have a room to live in, and you come to have a blast at night." Xie Wensheng said hey.

As a representative of the rotten faction, Xie Wensheng felt that his seniority was higher than that of the supervisor, so he spoke more casually.

He put down the wine and meat, took out two wine glasses from his arms, and said:

"Accompany me for a drink?"

The prisoner opened his eyes and said with a smile:
"There is a good show on stage tonight, so naturally we have to stand tall so we can see it clearly."

"Good show?" Xie Wensheng wondered.

The supervisor said, "Do you know the Great Zhou Martial Temple?"

"I know, block the hub of the national destiny," Xie Wensheng said with disdain:
"It's not a new thing, the Daqian Dynasty was already playing this kind of thing back then, but it didn't do it so well.

Speaking of which, luck is really mysterious. I still remember that when the emperor was in power and the people everywhere were in dire straits, the fate of the country fell, causing the mountains and rivers to become unstable, and a group of rebels began to compete for luck...

If the people in a place are miserable, the local luck will be lost. On the contrary, if the luck of a place is forcibly taken away by magic, various disasters will occur frequently in the place, such as earthquakes, droughts, floods, and severe diseases...

Hey, the Taoist priests who were good at moving the earth's veins and changing the fate of the rivers and lakes back then helped various 'rebels'... The reason why the Dazhou state religion became the 'state religion' must also be due to this credit. "

Xie Wensheng was eloquent, with the posture of a scholar pointing out the country.

The supervisor nodded and sighed:
"This is also the reason why the national teacher established martial arts temples in various places. It was not just for the use of more powers, but also to lock up luck and prevent people who are good at moving luck from appearing again... The luck was taken away, and the local The common people will suffer round after round of natural and man-made disasters.”

Xie Wensheng dismissed it and retorted:

"The words are beautiful. In fact, isn't it because many people crazily stole Dagan's national fortune and accelerated the disintegration of the dynasty, so the royal family of Dazhou was worried that their foundation would also be dug up? It's just about maintaining power. Cangshan is like my own responsibility."

The supervisor said quietly:
"I finally know why your lineage always hides in the mountains."

Xie Wensheng curled his lips and said:
"So you said there will be a good show tonight? Let me think about it, there will be no one who knows how to carry and steal the fortune of the country to be reborn, and then prepare to poach Da Zhou's corner and improve his cultivation? Hahaha..."

He laughed a few times, seeing that the prisoner looked calm, his smile gradually faded, and he said suspiciously:
"It can't be true."

The supervisor didn't answer, but just looked down at the dark city of Yuhang.

At this time, a dull rumble deep in the earth was long overdue.

……

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"Hong Ying, it really is you."

In the Martial Temple, following Ji Ping'an's opening, the process of extracting Qi was interrupted, and the illusory white air between the simple carving knife and the chapped statue snapped.

The pale golden light spewed out from the crack in the statue of God General flickered on and off.

Several masked warriors surrounded the Wu Temple were stunned, not sure whether the visitor was an enemy or a friend.

Listening to the tone, it seems to be acquainted with my own Dharma protector.

However, wearing a bamboo hat, masking his face with a black gauze, and wearing a black robe, the shadow protector felt a strong sense of vigilance in his heart.

His right hand in the red glove tightly clenched the carving knife, his left hand was hanging by his side, and he looked at the strange young man in front of him in surprise:

"Who are you?!"

While speaking, he quickly alerted his surroundings, but he didn't see anyone else.

The night wind blew across the street, lifting the corner of Ji Ping'an's robe, and the lantern in his hand shook slightly, as darkness seemed to surge around him.

Hearing this, he seemed to smile, but the gentleness and politeness of the past were no longer in his eyes, and a majestic and indifferent temperament that was extremely disproportionate to his appearance was faintly revealed:

"You are not qualified to know my identity yet, it's almost as good as calling the master behind you."

Arrogant!

Hearing this sentence, those masked warriors raised their eyebrows.Shadow Guardian narrowed his eyes and said:
"It seems that he is an old acquaintance."

He still didn't know Ji Ping'an's identity, but he had already guessed that the other party might be a "reborn person" hiding in Yuhang City.

Is it because I noticed the movements of myself and others earlier, so I came here?
While thinking about it, he said lightly:

"I don't care who you are, I just want to ask you why you are here. If you are a friend, please retreat first, if you are an enemy..."

Ji Pingan interrupted him and said:
"I just want to ask you one question, do you know what will happen to the people of Yuhang after the national fortune is drawn?"

Shadow Guardian stared at him and said ironically:
"So what if you know? Could it be that your Excellency is the reincarnation of that knight from back then? Meddle in your own business?"

Ji Pingan shook his head and said:

"I am not a knight, and I have never said that I am a good person..."

Are you a nice person?
Maybe it was barely half when Liyang was still there.

It's just that when he was hunted down by the entire Righteous Way, he still had to kill some passionate righteous people in order to survive.

Those people are not evil people, and they are even passionately willing to kill their own "devil king" at the cost of their lives...

From then on, he knew that he was no longer a "good guy".

In the life of the national teacher, he fought with the first god emperor, and the army crossed the border, with hundreds of thousands of soldiers under his command. Who dares to say that no innocent people will be affected in the process of ruling the world?

Therefore, it is even less a "good person".

When the members of the Four Saints Sect heard the first half of the sentence, their expressions softened a little, thinking that the other party did not intend to be hostile to them.

However, in the next second, Ji Pingan said:
"But I once promised a person to guard his empire for him."

His eyes fell on the cracked statue of Wumiao, with a complicated expression:

"At first, I thought that everyone died, and the promise was over. Who would have thought that they would live again... Then it's not good to just sit and watch you mess around like this, otherwise it will not look good when you meet each other in the future."

Master Zhou... is a shameless person.

Ji Pingan smiled and said:
"So, you can't move the luck of this city."

Shadow Guardian's face darkened instantly. He didn't know who the "friend" the other party was talking about. In other words, he had a faint clue, but he didn't think much about it:
"You think you can stop it?"

In the next second, before Ji Ping'an could answer, the figure of the protector of the Four Sacred Cults suddenly disintegrated, turning into a mass of swirling black lines, melting into the ground, and disappearing into the shadows.

Very abrupt!

There was no time for anyone to react.

Just the second after he disappeared, from the shadow behind Ji Pingan, Shadow Guardian came out without a sound, and grabbed the back of his head with scarlet bloody gloves!
"Wow!"

The wind broke.

At this moment, even the masked fighters of the Four Sacred Sects did not expect that their own guardians would strike so suddenly.

However, Hong Ying knows: if the young man in front of him is indeed an "old friend", then even if the return time is short, it still cannot be underestimated.

With this grasp, the five fingers almost tore through the air. When the five fingers were closed together, the air in the palm was squeezed so that it made a sonic boom.

It's a pity, but he didn't catch half of Ji Ping'an's clothes. One second before the opponent made a move, Ji Pingan took a step forward without haste.

not much.

Just one step.

But it is the critical distance enough to avoid this blow.

"Prediction?!"

Shadow Protector's pupils contracted slightly. He also followed the Four Saints back then, and his eyesight was extraordinary. He immediately realized that the opponent's ability to dodge was not due to the use of some kind of "spell", but simply a martial artist's prediction.

And Ji Pingan, who took a step forward, grabbed at random with his spare right hand at the same time as he took a step forward.

"Chong!"

At this moment, under the pull of the power of "Taibai Xing", the scabbard in the hand of a masked martial artist suddenly trembled. safe hands.

"Be careful, he will take the knife..."

With half of the reminder still in his throat, Ji Ping'an lightly "screwed" his feet on the floor tiles of the long street in place, and swung the knife in his right hand lightly.

There was a chirping sound... as if the cloth was torn open, and the shadow protector was cut off at the waist, and returned to pure shadows, which fell to the ground, and pieces of shadows squirmed and quickly merged into the darkness.

Disappeared without a trace.

"Stay away!" A voice suddenly sounded.That was an order to the rest of the masked warriors.

In just this round, the Shadow Guardian has been determined, and this person's strength is by no means invincible to a group of subordinates.

Although staying can be entangled for a while, it is meaningless to reverse the victory. Instead, it will waste the strength of the church in vain.

"How dare you speak in front of me?"

Ji Pingan smiled, and threw the steel knife casually.

In an instant, under a certain wall, bricks and stones splashed in the shadows, earth and stones flew, and a large cloud of dust fell down. Half of a steel knife was embedded in the stone wall, and the remaining half was vibrating.

The rest of the masked warriors were shocked when they saw this, they retreated far away, but they didn't run away.

Sure enough, as the men who got in the way dispersed, Hong Ying who was hiding in the shadow "hummed".

This time, the humming did not come from one place, but came from all directions.

The long street leading to the Wu Temple was already remote, with long walls on both sides. At this time, the wind blew the clouds, revealing a waning moon.

Ji Pingan's eyes swept over, and he saw hundreds of "Shadow Guardians" coming out of the shadows of the entire street, each of them was exactly the same, and they were killing him at the same time.

"See which one is the real me!" Hundreds of people spoke at the same time.

Ji Ping'an's expression was calm, he hooked his right hand, and his fingertips released a ray of electric light, which connected to the handle of the knife, like a golden chain.

Immediately, he pulled lightly, and the steel knife embedded in the wall was pulled out, and it flew backwards while spinning, and the dancing golden arc covered the blade, making a "bang bang" explosion sound like a high-voltage motor.

Then, as he turned around slightly, the steel knife connected with the arc chain drew a perfect circle with him as the center.

"Chi Chi"...

As the blade passed, each of the "Shadow Guardians" was torn to pieces and fell to the ground, like the ground wet by rain.

At the same time, he lightly threw the lantern above his head, grabbed the air with his left hand, and his wrist sank slightly.

A mountain scepter, thick at the top and thin at the bottom, brown with green accents, was dragged out from a different space.

The stick hit the ground.

There was a "dong" sound, and with the wooden staff as the core, ripples spread in circles.

The blue bricks squirmed one by one, undulating like water waves, and the shadows on the ground were swallowed by the mud. In an instant, there was no shadow in the large area around him.

And at the end of the ripples, a cloud of shadows was "squeezed out" by the mud, entangled and condensed into a demon guardian wearing red gloves.

His face was ugly, his face was almost distorted, and he stared at Ji Pingan in disbelief:
"Who are you?!"

As the Guardian of the Four Saints, he is different from warriors such as Zhu Xuna, but a monk who has been bestowed with magical skills by the leader.

This kind of shadow technique is rare among ancient practitioners.

The requirements for practitioners are quite harsh, and correspondingly, the vast majority of people will lack the means to suppress them due to lack of understanding.

It is precisely because of the advantages of his skills that he often has an advantage over practitioners of the same level.

However, the young man on the opposite side didn't know why, as if he was very familiar with his ability, and he was forced out of the prototype with just two simple spells.

It's not just about "knowing" yourself.

Ji Pingan put away his staff, casually picked up the lantern that fell from mid-air, and said calmly:
"Besides this sentence, don't you say anything else? Or did you lose the ability to speak after being suppressed in Qingya for too long?"

Hearing the words, Guardian Shadow suddenly burst into fury!

In the past years, due to grievances and grievances in the world, his family was slaughtered, and he was punished on the face of the green cliff by his enemies. He was whipped and tortured again and again, and was taken away by the four sages, and he was trained as a guardian of the devil sect...

And that period of the past whose details are unknown has also become the most painful scar in his heart, or a demon in his heart.

Whenever someone mentioned this to his face, anger would overwhelm his reason.

"you wanna die!"

Shadow Guardian's expression was distorted, and some long-sealed memories surged in his mind.

Blood dripped from the two red gloves suddenly.

Immediately, he suddenly and slowly took off the glove on his left hand, revealing a right palm with a bright silver metallic luster, and immediately threw the glove aside.

The glove, which seemed to be light and fluffy, fell to the ground, and there was a dull and loud "boom".

Suppress the wind.

At the same time, his body covered by the black robe also made a crackling sound.

The heavens and the earth were suddenly chaotic and disorderly, and an invisible momentum or coercion began to rise.

"Originally, I didn't want to attack with all my strength, but you forced me." Shadow Guardian's voice was hoarse.

Taking a step slowly, he also took off the other glove and threw it on the ground.

Another silver-colored metal hand bone is shown.

With the completion of this movement, his aura climbed crazily again, his body rose several inches from the original spot, and strange lines appeared on his cheeks and complexion.

And an invisible but real force spread in all directions centered on him.

That is Wu Fu divine sense.

Only by stepping into the realm of sitting well can you release the power of the soul.

At this moment, the Guardian of the Four Sacred Religions, who was only in the realm of breaking the Nine Great Realms and was even far from consummation, stepped into the first-level realm of sitting in the well as if the "seal" had been released.

"Protect him..."

In the distance, the congregants who watched this scene were first shocked, then fanatical, and finally realized that the reason why the guardians dared to take the risk of stealing the real trump card of the national destiny under the noses of the major forces.

Sitting in the well!

At the moment when the Heaven Viewing Realm is out, the Daomen, the Monster Slayer, and the Beast Sect are transferred away, and at the moment when the Wu Temple is destroyed and it is difficult for the gods to come, the Sitting Well Realm is enough to establish a victory.

What's more, it's just dealing with a young man who hides his head and shows his tail, and dare not reveal his identity?
However, Ji Pingan showed no panic or fear on his face against the opponent who was standing in the center of the heaven and earth with rising aura.

Only pity.

Yes, mercy.

"After all these years, you still haven't made any progress." Ji Pingan shook his head and said:
"By relying on magic skills, combined with the body forging ban technique, forcibly overdrawing, and controlling the power that does not belong to your current body...Of course you don't want to go all out, because you also know the price you have to pay."

Shadow Guardian was silent for a while, without refuting, said:
"You do know me well, but I don't want to know who you are now."

Ji Pingan said:
"Are you sure you have the ability to kill me?"

Shadow Guardian said:
"You definitely didn't step into the sitting well. Unless you also have the means of temporary advancement like me."

While speaking, he was walking forward step by step.

And every time he took a step, hundreds of black shadows appeared on the entire street.

He took three or five steps, and the entire long street was filled with human-shaped black shadows.

It is densely packed, that is, on the walls on both sides, they are either standing or crouching.

It seems that this is not a human world, but a ghost realm.

The sound of the wind seemed to stop, and the world was completely dark, the brilliance of the waning moon was covered by thick clouds, and there seemed to be only a lantern in Ji Pingan's hand in the world.

In the next second, it will be ruthlessly devoured.

However, Ji Pingan just sighed lightly:
"Do you really think that I will be stupid enough to fight alone with you?"

He seemed to be talking softly to himself, and seemed to be explaining something:
"Do you really think that I wasted so much energy and split into two places just to play house with you?"

"Do you really think that all the masters in the city are gone?"

His voice was very soft, but Guardian Shadow suddenly felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.

Sitting well monk's intuition frenziedly warned, what kind of power is there, it is approaching frantically.

"You..." He suddenly woke up from his anger.

However, in the next second, he only heard the lantern-carrying star official in front of him close his eyes and say softly:
"Qi Nian, if you don't make a move, when will you wait?!"

Clang! !

After the words fell, a clear sword sound suddenly came from the darkness.

The dense clouds in the sky were shattered, and the light of the waning moon once again illuminated this remote long street. Under the moonlight and the strong wind, a thin old man stepped on the moon.

He was wearing a simple green robe with a simple and unsophisticated style, and he carried a rusty iron sword without a scabbard on his back, which was only tied randomly with a straw rope.

The sleeves seemed to be cut by a sharp weapon, and the slightly gray hair was tied into a bun and fixed with a bamboo branch.

The face is thin and firm, covered with wind and frost, only a pair of eyes are particularly bright and frightening.

At this moment, Lao Jian repaired his robes and flicked casually. The broken sword behind him jumped up and fell into his hand. He cut it down with one sword and said with a loud smile:

"Swordsman Xishan, please enlighten me, senior!"

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Nangong family, in the villa.

As Nangong Aotian fainted, the noise at the originally quiet banquet suddenly exploded, and a number of guests got up in shock, not knowing what happened.

And the Sanqing Guanzhu and his party, together with Luan Yu's team of the Beast Sect, looked even more ugly.

"Master, son..."

Amidst the call, Ji Pingan, who was dozing off by the table, opened his eyes, saw Huang He calling anxiously, saw him wake up, and hurriedly said:

"Young master, you are awake, something has happened."

Ji Pingan smiled and said, "The matter has been resolved."

What do you mean?
The three were at a loss, but at this moment, a rumbling sound that was almost imperceptible to ordinary people finally came from Yuhang.

Sanqing Guanzhu and Luan Yu suddenly turned their heads and looked towards the direction of Yuhang City, their expressions changed in horror:

"Oops!"

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typo to help catch bugs
(End of this chapter)