The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 184 You are... the Grand Master of Zhou! ? ([-] characters please subscribe)

In the garden.

When the two elders noticed the subtle changes in the earth veins, it was difficult to restrain their expressions of shock and anger, and when they thought of the situation of "Nangong Aotian", why didn't they understand what happened?
There was a sense of panic at the thought of what might happen, and the horrific consequences it would bring.

"Pindao still has something important to do, let's say goodbye first."

The immortal Taoist priest waved his whisk, got up and took a step, using the method of shrinking the ground to an inch, and rushed straight to the main city of Yuhang.

The rest of the Taoist priests who followed behind him were startled, but before they had time to ask, they immediately got up and followed.

The head of the Nangong Patriarch, who looks like a Confucian businessman, just recovered from the accident of "nephew fainting". Seeing this scene, he subconsciously raised his hand to persuade him to stay:

"Master Immortal, then my nephew..."

"This son has nothing to do with our sect, so leave it to Elder Luan." After all, the Nangong family has some influence, and although he was extremely anxious, the priest still explained.

The last word fell, and the person disappeared.

Luan Yu suddenly felt that he had been swayed, and he stood up, threw out a gold medal, and called out birds and beasts. He said concisely:

"Neither do I."

After all, he grabbed Zhao Yuanyang, anxiously rode the pet beast and turned it into a streamer to shoot towards the sky.

Patriarch Nangong froze in place, and the guests were also in an uproar. The distance was too far, and with their cultivation level, they hadn't noticed the changes in the fate of the country, and they just felt baffled.

Yu Yu also looked confused: "Why are they running..."

Ji Pingan looked indifferent, Shi Shiran got up and said:

"Let's go back to the city too, I'm afraid there are still a lot of things to deal with."

Huang He and the others looked sideways at him, and suddenly realized that Ji Pingan might have done something important behind their backs.

……

outside the city.

On the hills shrouded in night, the captain who was in charge of using the magic weapon to watch the wind got up, carried the metal tube-shaped magic weapon and rushed back, sneaking into the dark forest all the way:

"The chief..."

He yelled, then froze, and saw Ye Hongling standing against the wind, her cloak fluttering, her beautiful face with sharp eyebrows, staring at the direction of Yuhang city, her face suddenly turned pale:

"be cheated……"

"What?" someone wondered.

Ye Hongling clenched her silver teeth, a strong sense of panic and guilt welled up in her heart:
"Hurry back to the city!"

After finishing speaking, she jumped up and galloped towards the horses down the mountain, with only one thought left in her mind:
Hope it's still in time!

But... is there still time?Ye Hongling was pessimistic.

……

……

"Swordsman Xishan, please enlighten me, senior!"

In the north of the city, on the long street where the Wu Temple is located, as the clouds on the sky were shaken away and the faint starlight fell, the whole area seemed to be covered with a veil.

When Qi Nian was walking on the moon, hearty laughter fell, and the hairs of the red shadow standing on the ground stood on end, giving rise to a strong premonition of danger.

Unable to interrupt the lock on Ji Ping'an, subconsciously his figure disintegrated into entwined lines, fell to the ground, and turned into hundreds of thousands of "thin lines", spreading in all directions.

At the same time, a light blue sword qi came out of the rusty iron sword in Qi Nian's hand.

As soon as it appeared, it swelled like breathing, and turned into a huge blue light covering the long street hundreds of feet long, suddenly engulfing the entire street.

Sizzling... Amidst the sizzling sound of hot oil pouring down, those "shadow warriors" who had filled the entire street in a dense crowd raised their hands at the same time to cover their heads.

It seemed that he was afraid of the bright sword light, and the ice melted immediately.

In the blink of an eye, the spooky streets returned to normal, but the fierce sword energy was like night wind blowing along the streets and alleys in all directions.

The green bricks, stone slabs, and walls were split, making a hissing sound.

The surface of the masonry visible to the naked eye has been worn away, just like the old man sharpening his sword in Xishan in the past hundred years.

"Sword cultivators read together!"

The black lines reunited on the street, the scarlet pupils under the veil of the Shadow Guardian suddenly shrank into two black spots, and intense confusion arose in his heart.

Tonight's action, he has been planning for a long time, although it is not perfect, but he also tried his best to include all the powerhouses in Yuhang.But only one old sword cultivator was missed.

It's not that he was careless, but that in the past hundred years, Qi Nian never went down the mountain.

No matter how dangerous the city is, they stick to their principles. This behavior has been going on for too long, and it has become deeply ingrained in the hearts of many people. Even the group of masters who are frantically rushing back at this moment don't even count Qi Nian as the "power" in the city.

What's more, Nishiyamamoto is also in the suburbs.

Of course, the disciples of the Four Saints didn't know that Qi Nian's heart knot had been broken by Ji Ping'an that day, and the so-called "precept" was no longer a constraint.

Hong Ying had no time to think about the truth at this moment. After witnessing this sword, his original belief in victory was shattered, leaving only solemnity and madness.

"Are you going to stop me from the holy religion?" He didn't go to talk about it, asking why, because it was meaningless.

The old sword repairer smiled, landed lightly on the long street, and said:
"The old man has been trapped in the western mountain for a hundred years, and he is going down the mountain today. There is no one to try the sword."

Hong Ying's cheeks twitched, staring at him, his voice distorted:

"The juniors of later generations, do you really think that you will eat the Dharma protector?"

While speaking, he took a step, and as his boots stepped on the ground, with the soles of his feet as the core, a group of black shadows like ink stains spread around.

He took the second step, and the shadow under his feet spread, dyeing everything pure black.

Qi Nian raised his eyebrows. Although he was old, his clear eyes were full of surprise and excitement, as if he saw an opponent who was finally worthy of the sword.

"laugh……"

The old man also took a step, and immediately, a pure white sword mark suddenly appeared on the blue brick floor in front of him.

Like a sharp weapon, it cut along the surface of the masonry, and this straight line spread straight towards the other side. When it touched the shadow, dazzling sparks erupted, and there was a metallic roar.

The sound of the wind suddenly died down.

Ji Pingan, who was standing behind Qi Nian, opened his eyes and calmly watched the collision of the "potential" of the two strong men sitting in the well.

What is potential?
When a monk steps into the realm of sitting in a well, no matter the spiritual will or the spiritual essence in the body, they can come out through the body and radiate a certain range around the area.

It even condenses into an invisible wall. When the wall forms a circle and connects end to end, it becomes a "well".

The square inch of the well is the embryonic form of a small world, and the lingering air in the "well" becomes "momentum" in perception.

At this moment, in Ji Ping'an's eyes, as the two gradually approached each other, the edges of the two "wells" in the middle became more and more clear.

Around the Shadow Protector, the shadows condensed into an illusory circle, and under Qi Nian's feet, the blue bricks were constantly cut by the sword energy, forming a larger circle.

The next moment, Shadow Guardian suddenly raised his hand, whipped up a strong wind, stirred up all the surrounding stones and gravel, and immediately punched out from the air.

The sky and the earth are thundering!

With a click, his silver-white hand bones spit out gray rays of light, and countless stones were covered with burning flames, making a sharp whistling, and smashing forward like a violent storm.

Qi Nian didn't move at all, an illusory long sword suddenly appeared in the air, then the second sword, and the third sword...

In the blink of an eye, dozens of illusory long swords were lined up in a row, with the hilt on the top and the tip on the bottom. With him as the center, they formed a perfect "ring" and crazily rotated counterclockwise at a dizzying speed.

"Ding ding ding dong..."

The stone hit the sword shield, making a crisp impact sound, bounced off, and splashed on the surrounding walls and ground. Every piece of gravel was like a bullet, hitting the ground, instantly hitting dark holes the size of a finger.

The Shadow Protector stepped forward, his figure melted into the shadows, and in the blink of an eye he appeared in front of the shield with sword energy, and his silver fists blasted out.

"boom!"

There was a violent cracking sound, and the spinning sword energy stopped abruptly like a machine that had been unplugged. At the same time, the rusty iron sword in Qi Nian's hand was gently pushed out from the gap.

Shadow Guardian had a warning sign in his heart, and his figure suddenly pulled out a long series of afterimages at a terrifying speed.

But the iron sword flew straight out at a faster speed. The tip of the sword rubbed against the air, and it became red hot in an instant, like a piece of iron that had just been forged in a blacksmith's furnace, and the rust on the sword body also fell off.

Seeing this, Shadow Protector brazenly folded his hands together and clamped the tip of the sword with two silver palms. The whole person was pushed and slid back ten feet, and his feet plowed two deep ravines on the ground.

But when he was about to hit the door of the Wu Temple, he stopped abruptly, twisted the palms of the two mechanical limbs, and amidst the creaking sound, the sword body was twisted into twists, and it was thrown on the ground casually:
"Is the Tang country sword field so shabby now that it lacks even a good sword?"

Ji Pingan caught a glimpse from the side, and threw the steel knife in his hand:

"Quick fight."

The old sword cultivator didn't seem to care about the destruction of his weapon, but was even more excited.

As a swordsman prodigy who had achieved great fame in the Southern Tang Dynasty, he was in love with the pinnacle of kendo. He has been on the mountain for hundreds of years, and he has never had a good fight with anyone.

At this moment, the fighting spirit is becoming more and more tyrannical, and the eyes looking at Hongying are eager to try——

Although there is a gap between the realms of the two, one is actually at the pinnacle of the well, and the other is only temporarily promoted by using magic skills, but the real combat power cannot only be based on paper data.

Just like Ji Pingan, as a reborn person, he doesn't need to rely on magical tools, and he can win with a smaller realm.

Hong Ying is only worse in spiritual essence reserves, but in terms of understanding of "Tao", it is not inferior to Qi Nian.

The brief confrontation between the two just now was mostly probing. After hearing Ji Ping'an's words, the old sword repairer took the steel knife, held the blade with his left hand, and forged it into a sword. He said with a smile:
"Then it will be settled quickly."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and pointed, hundreds of illusory sword shadows suddenly appeared behind him, and only one spit out:
The word "go".

Then it filled the whole street, and the red shadow screamed, spouting gray flames all over his body, turning into a comet and dragging a stomach flame towards Old Jianxiu.

"boom!"

At this moment, the two warriors in the well collided. If you look down from the sky, with the two as the center, the billowing air waves spread in all directions in a ring shape. The walls on both sides first cracked and then collapsed, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Although the surrounding area is relatively remote, countless people were still awakened. They walked out of the yard and looked towards the direction of Wu Temple in astonishment. A beam of light that tore through the night sky rose from the ground.

bang bang bang...

In the distance, the veiled Four Saints guarding the street corner watched the scene ahead in horror.

With their cultivation base, it is completely impossible to see clearly the movements of the two in the battle group, and how many rounds of contests have passed at this moment.

They only saw a figure flying upside down like a torn sack as the air wave fell slowly. It was the Shadow Guardian.

At this moment, he had lost his arrogance, his bamboo hat was broken, his veil and clothes were in tatters, revealing a face that lacked sunlight.

Blood spilled from the corner of the mouth, and an arm was missing, only the smooth fracture of the elbow dripped blood.

"Snapped!"

At the same time, a tattered arm fell to the ground, and the silver-white hand bones were still squirming, hooking the floor tiles with the incomplete fingers, trying to drag the arm to crawl towards the main body.

Ah... Shadow Guardian let out a heart-piercing scream, and stared angrily at the old sword repairer in the smoke. Qi Nian's hair was disheveled, his face was flushed, there were large burn marks on his robe, but his eyes were extremely bright:
"Hahaha, the Guardians of the Four Saints, it's only mediocre!"

Shadow Guardian was furious, but his eyes showed a look of horror:

As an older generation, after his rebirth and return, he has great disdain for the current strongmen in Kyushu, and does not think that these monks who were born in the era of "spiritual essence exhaustion" can compare with him.

But now, he found that he was wrong.

Without hesitation, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed. Immediately, the shadows of those masked warriors in the distance suddenly left the body, flowing along the ground one by one, being swallowed by the shadow guardian, and his injuries also recovered quickly.

And those lost shadows of the Four Saints lost their eyes for an instant, as if they were pulled out of their souls, the life lamp between their brows went out, and they fell silently one by one. The physical body was still there, but the soul was dead.

"Shadow Devour!"

Qi Nian's heart shuddered, he dug out this magic skill from his memory, and was about to kill him, but saw that the body of Guardian Shadow was wiped off inch by inch, as if swallowed by some kind of force, making him unable to perceive and lock.

The old sword repairer looked around vigilantly at first, but the warrior's warning did not work.

The next second, he seemed to think of something, his face changed, he turned around suddenly, and said in a lost voice:

"careful!"

In the distance, since the two fought, they distanced themselves, holding a lantern and standing at the foot of Ji Pingan, who was watching from a distant street corner, in his shadow reflected by the lights.

The Sitting Demon monk with a broken arm came out suddenly!

The remaining hand picked up the simple and simple carving knife at some point, and with a ray of national fortune drawn away, it slammed towards Ji Ping'an fiercely!

This blow was extremely sudden, and the speed almost surpassed the perception of the broken nine cultivators.

On Hongying's pale face, the scarlet eyes were mixed with madness. He doubted that he might not be able to leave alive, so he chose to use his remaining strength to assassinate the young man who had ruined his plan.

However, in the next second, he found that his hand was fixed in the air, as if his wrist was tightly clamped by some invisible hand.

The carving knife in his hand was only half an inch away from Ji Ping'an's heart, but he could no longer push it forward.

Wearing a wizard costume and a three-cornered hat, with a pale complexion and a mechanical expression, Miss Qi Ling walked out without knowing when.

Floating in mid-air, holding the silver hand bone with one hand, there was no expression on his face.

Ji Pingan smiled, stared at the old acquaintance who was close at hand, raised his hand and pulled out the carving knife he was holding, and then stabbed it into the opponent's heart with his backhand:

"Guoyun is not for you to use like this, you have to use it like me."

Hong Ying's eyes were blank, he lowered his head in disbelief, looked at the carving knife on his chest, and clearly felt that the power he obtained with the "magic art" was fading rapidly, and his internal organs began to shatter under the backlash...

He didn't understand how the opponent could break through his own defense, and "precisely" use the power of the carving knife to block the hub of the magic way.

Even though he was seriously injured in the fight with Qi Nian, it was still too unbelievable.

Unless the other party is not only a person who is good at using "National Luck", but also knows all the details of his own exercises...

Then think of Qi Nian being able to call Qi Nian down the mountain... and the previous sentence "I promise a person that I will guard his empire for him"...

A crazy idea popped up from my mind.

When he was on the verge of death, a flash of light flashed in Hong Ying's mind, and he suddenly understood the identity of the other party. He stared at Ji Pingan, and squeezed out a voice from his throat:

"You are...you are...you are big..."

Ji Pingan smiled, nodded imperceptibly, and at the same time pushed the carving knife into his body completely.

"Great... Grand Master Zhou..."

After all, Shadow Guardian couldn't say the last few words. Under the backlash of the exercises and the ravages of the national destiny, amidst the shock and a trace of "so it is", the light in his eyes was extinguished little by little.

In the end, he fell softly to the ground with a "plop".

The old sword repairer just rushed over, looked at Jiang Jiang's position with some doubts, but couldn't see her existence.

He glanced at Ji Pingan in surprise, and wanted to ask how the other party killed Hong Ying, but realized that it was probably some trump card to save his life, so he didn't ask, but said:
"As far as I know, the four martial temples in this city can only be broken through at the same time. Even if there is no strong man like him in charge of the other three, I'm afraid..."

Ji Pingan pulled out the carving knife, shook the drops of blood, and looked calm:

"It's okay. I've made arrangements."

……

……

Jiangnan Gongyuan, inside Mingyuan Building.

Song Xuezheng was standing in front of the window, looking at the dark night outside the window, with the whistling wind in his ears.

He lowered his head and looked at the simple jade talisman in the palm of his open hand. His face was calm and cold. At this moment, he really showed the demeanor that a hidden official should have.

"It's almost time."

Dongcheng Wu Temple, a group of Four Saints gathered in front of the temple and poured a pot of "black blood" on the statues in the temple.

When they sensed the previous vibration, they were extremely excited, but then all the movement disappeared, which made them fall into doubt.

But just in the heart of the leader, he felt something was wrong, and he was going to try to draw the national fortune according to the backup plan.

Suddenly, there were knocking sounds of "bang" and "bang" in the night.

"Who is it?" A warrior drew his sword and shouted vigilantly.

In the night wind, there was a coughing sound.

A sickly scholar walked out slowly, covering his mouth with a handkerchief in one hand, as if he was about to die at any moment, while holding a long green sword in the other hand.

"Amitabha."

Beside him, a low-pitched Buddha's chant was heard, and a monk with a scar on his head, black and black stubble, and a broken arm walked over.

Holding a wooden fish in his hand, it makes a sound without beating it, which is extremely miraculous, obviously it is a magic weapon.

Nancheng Martial Temple.

"Things have changed, evacuate!"

The leading martial artist's face changed, and he waved his hands to lead a group of believers out of the martial temple. Just as he was about to leave, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

I saw that the streets on both sides were suddenly blocked by some masked killers, and the leader, a scruffy old man with a wretched face and a thin body, grinned:
"I see that you all have a destiny with the poor..."

A group of believers suddenly changed color.

Xicheng Martial Temple.

"what--"

A scream woke up many people, and some people climbed up the wall in a daze, looked out and then widened their eyes in horror.

On the street ahead, a scene of killing was taking place. A group of men in black were fighting with a group of gangster killers.

One of the girls laughed and clapped her hands in applause, while an imaginary giant wolf under her seat was biting off a believer in the middle, with blood splattered everywhere. She would turn her head and look this way, frightening the people to faint and fall to the wall .

This night, the darknet killer reappeared.

……

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"Are there any arrangements?"

On the long street, old sword repairer Qi Nian glanced at Ji Pingan, nodded, and said:
"What's next?"

Ji Pingan said:
"If my calculations are correct, after a while, the imperial court, Taoist sect, and Beastmaster Sect will also arrive. It is good for the seniors to leave first. If there is any situation later, a letter will be sent through the academy."

Qi Nian took a deep look at him, nodded and said:

"it is good."

After a pause, he added:

"There was a little mistake today. When the old man enters the sky and cuts it with the heart sword, there will be no more mistakes."

What he was referring to was the fact that just now, the Shadow Guardian unexpectedly made a surprise attack in front of Ji Ping'an.

Obviously, this was an unacceptable stain on the proud old sword cultivator.

Ji Pingan smiled:

"Heart sword... I look forward to that day."

Watching Qi Nian leave, Ji Pingan exhaled, and heard Jiang Jiang next to him ask:
"This person just said that you are old...what's going on?"

Miss Qi Ling hasn't come out for a few days, and her curiosity can't be restrained.

Ji Pingan said calmly:

"I'm really big. Well... there are a lot of people coming here, let's leave first."

With Jiang Jiang's displeased expression, he took her back to the Taoist scriptures, and Ji Pingan bent down and probed into the chest of the shadow protector, and sure enough, he fished out a fragment of a star.

When he connected the two fragments last time, he had a faint premonition:
When the fragments increase, he may be able to truly "connect" certain existences in the depths of the starry sky.

At this point, he couldn't wait to try it.

Forcibly suppressing his thoughts, Ji Pingan walked to the front of the Wu Temple, glanced at the cracked statue, sighed softly, and flicked the carving knife with his fingers.

With a sound of "hum", the carving knife trembled like a dragon's chant, and strands of national fortune were put back.

The cracked statue began to "heal", and it returned to its original appearance in a breath.

"Does this count as saving Yuhang again?"

Ji Pingan murmured in his heart, shook his head, turned to look at the corpses on the street and the pitted battle marks, his eyes were indifferent, he raised his left hand, spread his fingers and pushed gently.

In an instant, a chilling, ancient, tyrannical and overbearing sword energy swept across the entire long street like a "sweeping cloud", erasing all traces.

After doing all this, he controlled the escape method and disappeared without a trace.

……

After a while, a phantom suddenly approached at the end of the street, at an extremely fast speed, jumping from one building to another, and finally landed slowly in front of the martial arts temple, condensing into a short-haired girl wearing a bamboo hat and a rapier hanging from her waist.

Under the moonlight, Wei Huayang raised his head. On his beautiful and heroic face, a pair of eyes full of years swept across the long street, and he frowned slightly.

Immediately, Wei Huayang closed his eyes suspiciously, and felt for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyelids and bit his lips, a trace of uncontrollable surprise and uncertainty appeared on Gu Jing Wubo's face:

"The breath of Lihuo Sword Art..."

"Li Yang...you...have you come back?"

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