The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 190 She Is Lonelier Than Fireworks ([-] words for subscription)
The wind and rain intensified, and the bonfire in the center of the ruined temple illuminated the faces of a group of people.

Because of the presence of Grandmaster Chen, everyone's attention was drawn away, and not many people noticed Ji Ping'an and Wei Huayang's brief stare at each other, as well as their small movements.

And after "Astrology" and "Daomen Hexagram" both gave "no" answers, the two who had disguised their own destiny at the same time stopped paying attention to each other.

"It really is a hero born in large numbers."

After the old master in white exercise clothes ordered the last person, emotion appeared on his slightly thin face.

There is hope and regret in the eyes:
"When I was young, I was probably like you. It's a pity that in the restricted era, there is no possibility of progress in this life. But now the situation in the world is undergoing major changes that have not been seen in hundreds of years. It is the right time to open a sect to prove the Tao!"

Everyone was greatly encouraged. As for Du Liang, who was wearing a lun scarf, and the others smiled, they obviously held similar judgments in their hearts.

"Chen Zongshi's sword is not old, this alliance will surely shine brilliantly." One person boasted.

Another stunned young man also said excitedly:

"Exactly. In today's martial arts world where old and new martial arts are competing, there should be people like old masters coming out of the mountain, so that the chaos can be corrected, and the world will be restored."

Hearing these words, many people's expressions changed slightly.

After all, a sensitive topic was mentioned.

Someone tentatively said:
"Grandmaster Chen, before I came, I heard that the four major sects might be against you this time. I want to take this opportunity to suppress your old martial arts brand in front of the Central Plains martial arts, so as to promote new martial arts."

Someone next to him echoed:

"Yes, I have also heard about it. In order to promote new martial arts, in the past ten years, eight of the ten veterans of the Jianghu have been knocked down, and the remaining two are also injured and ill, unable to support themselves. Looking at this huge martial arts forest, the old martial arts There is only one person who can carry the tripod, Grandmaster Chen, and this time the opponent is aggressive, I'm afraid..."

Talking about this topic, the atmosphere around the campfire became low.

A group of warriors from the three states of the Central Plains also spoke up one after another, some were fighting against injustice, some were sighing indignantly.

Ji Pingan sat in a corner, took out dry food, lit a fire and boiled water, and at the same time listened to everyone's discussion, and soon learned more inside information:

It turned out that in the past ten years, the world has gradually divided into three factions:

New martial arts faction, neutral faction, old martial arts faction.

The reason why the two sides are fighting is also to try to pull the neutral faction into their own camp. As for the reason behind it, it is still the word "interest".

For Jianghu, Xinwu is like a "technical upgrade", which will inevitably lead to the rise of upstarts and a reshuffle of Jianghu forces.

If you have to take it apart and talk about it, you can't explain clearly in a few words.In short, the sects that advocate Xinwu have attacked everywhere in the past ten years, using various means to challenge and suppress traditional sects.

"Ten old men of the rivers and lakes" are the ten old-school martial arts masters in the martial arts, and they naturally became the targets of the new martial arts.

What is frustrating is that, compared to the more "advanced" new martial arts that combine "skills", the old-school martial arts are indeed inferior in all areas in the middle and low fields.

Therefore, the old school continued to shrink, and the neutral school gradually tended to the new martial arts.

As for Chen Qingsheng, he is now the only remaining master of the "old school" martial arts in the martial arts world. If he can be pressed to death, the entire martial arts world will completely turn to the "new martial arts" route.

"Everyone," Chen Qingsheng raised his hand, and the temple fell silent. Under the eyes of one after another, the old master's expression was firm and serious:
"The old man appreciates your good intentions, but... this time I went to the meeting to carry the flag for the old martial arts. Although the new martial arts have merits, the old martial arts are by no means as useless as they advertised. I am not a rotten and stubborn person , also have expectations for Xinwu.

But according to the current situation, the new martial forces represented by the four major factions are not just to open a way, but to completely destroy the old martial arts and cut off the root of the orthodox martial arts path!

This move is too extreme, once Xinwu goes astray, it will be the end.Therefore... the old man had to stand up. "

Hearing this, many warriors were moved, and some looked away, unwilling to make eye contact with the old master.

Obviously, among the group of warriors present, there are also many people who love Xinwu, and have even turned to Xinwu.

When Chen Qingsheng saw this, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, he smiled and waved his hands:

"Forget it, I won't mention these things today. It's getting late, so I'm going to talk about martial arts for you."

Only then did the crowd get excited again, no matter new martial arts or old martial arts, the life experience of a Zuo Jing martial arts master is extremely precious, and no one does not take it seriously.

Even Pei Qian moved forward with pouted buttocks, but Yu Yu rolled his eyes, thinking that this idiot doesn't know real people.

It is clear that her Taoism is far stronger than Lao Shizi's martial arts.

The saint snorted softly, turned around with her shoulders in her arms, and expressed her disdain with actions.

Ji Ping'an was not interested in Chen Qingsheng's explanation either.

After all, for him, the opponent's understanding of martial arts is still too superficial.

Then he was surprised to notice that the short-haired girl who entered the temple last, dressed in red and with a rapier, also seemed absent-minded, but huddled alone in the shadow of the corner, gnawing on the cold pancakes intently.

Chen Qingsheng talked for nearly two hours, and finally stopped because it was too late, and went down to the only solitary hut behind the Buddha statue to rest under the guard of Lu Qing and other disciples.

No one has any objection to this, thinking that this is what the old master should enjoy.

"Master, why do you need to say so much for those people? Many of them obviously have Xinwu."

In the hut, Lu Qing, the great disciple of Longhu Mountain, couldn't help but said.

The rest of the disciples were also quite upset and agreed with the elder brother's opinion.

Chen Qingsheng sighed softly, shook his head and said:

"As long as they haven't completely stood there, they can be won. You have to remember this. The vast majority of people in the arena are neutral. We can't win them, but we must not show petty spirits. They push to the opposite."

A group of disciples understood it, but it was still difficult to accept it emotionally.

Chen Qingsheng had no choice but to let them rest separately.

Lu Qing came over and said:

"Master, you said, what is the origin of the two companions next to Pei's children?"

Chen Qingsheng thought for a while, shook his head and said:

"I can't see the way yet, but it's definitely not easy. Jianghu is small, but it's also very big. Don't think that the masters on the Tianji Pavilion list are all of Jianghu."

Lu Qing was greatly educated.

Chen Qingsheng hesitated, then said:

"In addition, the girl who came last is not simple. Although she didn't make a move, she has a very special temperament. Remember to tell the rest of the brothers not to provoke her."

That heroine in red with a sword?
Lu Qing froze for a moment, and nodded because he didn't understand—he didn't realize that the opponent was very strong.

On the other side, after listening to a martial arts lecture, he felt that he had gained a lot, and Pei Qian, who was enlightened, ran back with his butt pouted, and saw that Ji Ping'an and the saint had already laid down, but they were obviously still asleep.

"Sir," Pei Qian lowered his voice:
"Who do you think will win this time, the new martial arts or the old martial arts?"

"I don't know." Ji Pingan lay on the ground with his hands behind his head, without opening his eyes.

Pei Qian hit a soft nail, and slipped aside embarrassingly to sort out the harvest.

Ji Pingan really doesn't care about martial arts disputes, such trivial matters are not worthy of his seriousness.

However, in the past, the founder of Longhu Mountain also followed him. On many boring nights, everyone also gathered in the mountains and wilderness to drink and eat meat together, chatting.

And... the "Dragon and Tiger Wine" brewed by that guy is really interesting. Ji Pingan did not eat and drink less of his stuff back then.

As the saying goes, cannibalism is short-sighted, if it is just a simple fight this time, it will be fine.

If it's too much, I'll give the little guy surnamed Chen a hand by myself, which can be regarded as repaying the favor of Master Longhu, so that if we meet someday in the future, the other party will pick me up.

Of course, these are only incidental, and his main goals are "Reborn" and "Four Saints".

It stands to reason that there should be some "reborns" coming to join in the fun with such a wide alliance as the news spreads.

It's a pity that with his ability, he can't support the deduction and divination of everyone, otherwise he can use the exhaustive method to try one by one.

Ji Pingan gradually felt sleepy with messy thoughts in his mind.

He didn't open his eyes until thunder sounded in his ears, and turned his head to look around.

The night was getting dark, everyone in the temple had already fallen asleep, and the bonfire in the center was much smaller.

Suddenly, he noticed a figure of a woman in red sitting cross-legged at the gate of the temple.

She sat alone at the position closest to the door, as if she was out of tune with everyone else, just looking at the pouring rain outside in a daze.

The sky suddenly cracked like a spider web of lightning, penetrating the sky and the earth, and the snow-white light instantly illuminated the whole world.

It illuminated thousands of raindrops, and also illuminated Wei Huayang's dark red dress, slender waist tied with a black cloth belt, messy hair, and a snow-white beautiful face illuminated by lightning. .

At this moment, Ji Pingan suddenly remembered a badly used sentence:
She is lonelier than fireworks.

……

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Silent all night.

At dawn the next day, when the warriors in the temple walked out together, they found that the gray clouds had dissipated, and a round of red sun shone brightly on the earth, quickly evaporating the damp soil.

Everyone's mood brightened.

Leading their own horses, the whole team, under the leadership of Chen Qingsheng, marched along the road in a mighty manner. At noon, they finally arrived at the meeting place:

Qixia Town.

“What a beautiful place!”

Yu Yu was riding on the horse, his eyes were shining brightly, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, his bad mood for several days was greatly improved.

Ji Ping'an also tightened his reins, and looked at the clusters of flowers and trees on both sides of the road, and the fallen flowers were colorful.

A low wall in front of it stretches across the ground, inside is a meandering river, and buildings are scattered like dots on both sides.

"Qixia Town is different from ordinary towns," Lu Qing rode close and said:

"Hundreds of years ago, it used to be a 'blessed place', oh, the so-called place where the spiritual essence of heaven and earth was particularly rich. It was occupied by a big sect at that time. Later, the two clans fought, and the monster clan once fought over and destroyed it. The layout of this blessed land.

Later, after the end of the war, some forces rebuilt the town, but unfortunately it was only an empty shell, no longer subject to competition, but gradually evolved into a venue for some important meetings in the Jianghu. "

After a pause, he continued to introduce:

"As for now, it is the property of the Wulin League's Jiang family. Heh, the imperial government also wants to sell favors from the Wulin League, so although it looks like a town, the government generally doesn't care about it, and only treats it as a larger private manor. look.

By the way, Jiang Chunqiu, the great master of martial arts back then, also sat here and left a former residence.There are also rumors that there are other secrets in this Qixia Town, but they are all rumors. If there is any secret, it has been poached away by successive owners for thousands of years. "

The third son Pei Qian was very interested and found this kind of secrets of the world very interesting.

Saint Yu Yu dismissed it, raised her white chin proudly, and nodded reservedly:
"The view is not bad."

No one noticed that when Ji Pingan in the crowd looked at the town, a vicissitudes flashed in his eyes.

Things have changed in the vicissitudes of life, but some "old friends" are still there.

As it happens, there is one in this small town that is almost a manor.

"Let's go, hurry up before noon, the old man is very hungry."

Chen Qingsheng laughed loudly, showing the demeanor of a master, and led a group of people into the town.

And the moment Ji Ping'an stepped into Qixia Town.

Deep in the ancient town, at the end of the winding water.

In a courtyard as cold and quiet as an ancient temple, an old stone-carved tortoise standing in a circular pool, the "eyes" of a dead thing, seemed to open... briefly.

No one noticed.

……

When everyone entered the town, a group of warriors wearing black shorts waiting at the entrance of the town greeted them, and clasped fists for the first middle-aged man:

"Grandmaster Chen has been exhausted all the way, please stay in the bed and rest, I will report to the leader later."

Chen Qingsheng nodded with a smile, and was taken to a separate courtyard with the disciples of Longhushan.

Apparently, all the "famous" sects have their own residences. As for the "little people" like Ji Ping'an, they were welcomed and settled in an inn near Longhu Mountain.

"If I report Pei's name, I'm guaranteed to have a separate courtyard."

Pei Qian muttered in a low voice, feeling that she was being ignored.

Ji Pingan glanced at him and said:

"You can try."

Pei Qian shrank his neck and didn't say a word. Obviously, this guy also knew that his status was not enough.

If the dead "eldest prince" came, he would indeed be received with a high standard. Even Pei Qiuwei, a talented woman, would be taken seriously when he came, but his status is not enough.

"It's okay to stay in a hotel, at least it's convenient to eat."

Ji Pingan smiled, and noticed at the same time that the short-haired woman in red with a sword and a bamboo hat was also placed in the same inn, not far from his room.

In Qixia Town, in addition to the large number of "servants" raised by the Jiang family and disciples of the Jiang family, a large number of warriors and Qimen monks have also gathered.

It seemed quite lively for a while.

When Ji Ping entered the guest room and opened the window along the street, he could see the street in front of him, the green winding river in the distance, and even clumps of flowers and trees.

And there are no common vendors, tourists and beggars on the street, only rough warriors with swords on their backs, or some white-clothed sons and heroines from martial arts families, and Qimen monks dressed as Taoists.

"Boom."

In a daze, Ji Pingan heard the door open behind him, and Yu Yu walked in excitedly, raised his pink and delicate jaw, put his hands on his hips and said:

"You're lazy and don't do anything!"

Ji Ping turned around with a smile and looked at the Taoist saint dressed as a heroine.

Her delicate nose is wrinkled, her small eyebrows are flying, a square cloth bag is slung across her waist, and her soft boots are dirty. She has obviously walked around the town.

"Anything?" he asked.

Yu Yu let out a "hum", then the corners of his mouth still curled up, and he said proudly:
"I have figured out all the forces in the town."

"Oh?"

Yu Yu picked up the teacup, took a sip by himself, then wiped the corners of his crystal clear and smooth mouth, and said:

"The biggest force in the town is the Jiang family to which Jiang Huai, the leader of the martial arts alliance, is also a martial artist in the late stage of the well. He also has a sister named Jiang Xiaotang, who seems to be in charge of the intelligence in Jianghu, which is second only to Tianji Pavilion. Wang is also in the town, but it is said that the relationship between the brother and sister is not good."

Jiang Xiaotang?
Ji Pingan was startled, recalling in his mind the woman wearing a cheongsam designed by himself and smoking a mushroom pipe, he smiled at the corner of his mouth, thinking that we would meet again so soon.

Yu Yu continued:

"Besides, there is a famous martial artist named Ding Huan, who is also the head of a small faction, but the number of this faction is very small, more because of his personal fame, the biggest feature is that he has lived long enough..."

Xiao Ding... Ji Pingan's eyes wandered, and he dug out the name from the depths of his memory.

I remember, it was also a person he had taken care of casually back then, but he didn't put much effort into it.

Yu Yu said:

"There is also the 'Yue Nu Sword Sect' from Yuezhou, and the person at the helm is a teacher. The old doctor of the Medicine King Sect is also very famous. He is a person with a low level of cultivation but a very wide network of people, with extraordinary energy... "

Well, these juniors don't know much about it.

However, the founder of the Yue Nu Sword Sect and the first master of the Medicine King Sect are also acquaintances, I don't know if they have been reborn...

Ji Pingan's thoughts drifted away.

Yu Yu continued:
"The rest of the major forces, such as Tingxuelou, Duandaomen, Tiandihui, Tiancan faction, Hellgate, etc., have not yet arrived. They are all advocating 'Xinwu', and they may be planning to come together."

Oh, except Tingxuelou, I haven't heard of others... Ji Pingan didn't care too much.

However, after Yu Yu's science popularization, he also had a basic understanding of the conference in Qixia Town.

Dividing those small sects and scattered people apart, it is these few forces that are worth paying attention to.

Seeing his lack of interest, Yu Yu couldn't help feeling bored, and jumped and ran out by herself, making Ji Pingan laugh dumbfounded, thinking that after all it was a girlish character and couldn't hold back.

According to the agreed date, there are still a few days before the meeting will be held.

And these few days, it is not only the time to wait for the arrival of the major sects and martial artists, but also a time window for resolving the "old and new" martial arts disputes.

If "suppressing the Four Sages" is the "dinner" of this conference, then the battle between old and new martial arts is the "appetizer".

In a blink of an eye, at dusk, Yu Yu and Pei Qian had gone to have fun, Ji Pingan shook his head, left the room by himself, and walked to the first floor of the inn for dinner.

I don't know if there are few people in the inn, or they are all wandering outside. There are very few people eating on the first floor. When Fang just walked downstairs, he saw a striking red dress sitting alone in the corner eating.

That short-haired heroine...

Ji Pingan narrowed his eyes. Although according to astrological feedback, this person does not look like a "reborn person", but based on experience and intuition, he always feels that this girl is not simple.

Do you want to try it out?

Ji Pingan thought for a while, came up with an idea, went to the counter to order a few dishes, then ordered a jug of wine, went straight to a table next to the girl, and sat down calmly.

He poured himself a full cup first, and then said without haste:
"Women who walk alone in the rivers and lakes are rare."

After the words fell, Wei Huayang, who was burying his head in eating, squeezed his chopsticks hand for a meal.

She was still wearing the bamboo hat, as if it grew on top of her head, and there were only three side dishes in front of her, a bowl of rice, very simple, just like her.

"Is something wrong?"

After a short silence, Wei Huayang raised his head slightly, revealing a handsome, heroic and vigilant face under the bamboo hat.

Because of walking in the rivers and lakes, her skin is not as white and greasy as Xu Yuanyun's, but it is as healthy and lustrous as warm jade.

She is the kind of woman who doesn't notice it at first glance, but the more you look at it, the more you can discover the beauty of the five senses.

Especially a pair of bright and big eyes, without the slightest variegation, frowning at the familiar man next to him at this moment, and asked coldly.

Ji Pingan smiled warmly:
"When the rivers and lakes meet, there is a destiny. Why should the girl be so vigilant?"

Wei Huayang looked at the man dressed as a Taoist priest opposite him, feeling upset for some reason, and said:

"Speak straight."

He is a person who likes to be straightforward... Ji Pingan said "En", and cupped his hands:

"I'm Yuhangcheng Qimen hexagram master, I'm a student of Jianghu Loose Cultivator, a small sect, unknown."

This is the etiquette of the rivers and lakes, and they report their backgrounds to each other.

Wei Huayang was silent for a while, and said:

"Lanzhou martial arts family, sword learners, small family, not famous."

Ji Pingan let out an "oh" and said:

"I don't know if the girl learns from the southern school of swordsmanship or the northern school?"

Wei Huayang pursed his lips and said:
"Northern School. Do you follow the way of divination or physiognomy? Feng Shui master?"

Ji Pingan looked sincere:
"Major in hexagrams, and also in physiognomy."

The two asked and answered each other like this, testing each other's origins, and quickly established a wrong perception of each other.

Wei Huayang believes that the person in front of him is a glib, low-level fortune-teller who likes to hook up with women, and he can barely be regarded as a side branch of the Taoist system in the arena.

Ji Pingan believed that the person in front of him was a very vigilant swordsman from a small family who had a strange hostility and resistance to men, and who had studied under Da Zhou Swordsman.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little less stiff, Ji Pingan pondered for a while, and tentatively said:
"When I saw the girl for the first time, I was deeply impressed, and I felt like an old friend."

Sure enough, he is a libertine... With such a bad excuse... The corners of Wei Huayang's mouth twitched, his eyes looked disdainful, and he suddenly remembered Li Yang's "you are like a friend to me" stalking.

Her eyes became more and more unkind, and she said:

"Is it."

Ji Pingan looked at the three or two small dishes on her table, and his eyes fell on a bowl of "Pearl White Jade Soup". After a moment of silence, he said:

"I have a friend who also likes to eat this because he thinks it can turn white."

Wei Huayang's heart skipped a beat.

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