The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 206 The Deceitful Tactic Xue Ji Returns ([-] words for subscription)
National Division!

Master Zhou!

Under the gray sky, the cold wind blows from the mountains, and Ding Huan's disheveled white hair trembles violently due to being scattered.

The pupils of this "famous man in the rivers and lakes" shrank suddenly, giving birth to strong panic and absurdity.

He carefully looked at Ji Pingan in front of him, and confirmed that his appearance was not familiar, but the pity and disappointment in this young man's eyes made him chill.

It's hard to stop thinking of many years ago, when I was young and wandering the rivers and lakes, I met a "Hua Fan" national teacher by chance, and had a brief past with him.

"Can't you recognize it?" Ji Pingan sighed softly, and said through voice transmission:

"Back then, when you ran to the north slope, you were hunted down like a lost dog..."

In the past, the young Ding Huan was far from what he is now.

Rather, he is an ambitious young man who aspires to become a "knight-errant", carrying a broken bag and a knife of two taels of silver, walking the rivers and lakes to make a name for himself.

Fighting for justice all the way, fighting against injustice, violently beating street thugs, beheading wealthy families and vicious young...

The young man is chivalrous, making friends with the heroes of the two states, and his liver and gallbladder are holed.Hair shrugged.We are talking.Life and death are the same.A promise is worth a lot...

Until he provoked a powerful martial arts clan, was chased and fled all the way, and when he was in a desperate situation, he bumped into the Great Zhou Guoshi who was resting.

"...In the past, I felt sorry for your bravery. Not only did I save your life, but I also helped you open up your mind, step into the path of cultivation, and teach you a martial art. When you finish your studies, I will leave. You begged me to follow I left and right, but I didn't agree, do you know why?"

Ji Pingan asked lightly.

Ding Huan knelt on the ground, the Taibai starlight chains on his body were shining, and he was already stunned on the spot.

If it is said that at the beginning, he had 1 disbeliefs in his heart, but when Ji Pingan casually told the old things of the past in an understatement, his eyes were only filled with horror.

Ding Huan was very sure, he had never told anyone about those details, even if the dignified national teacher mentioned this matter, it would be unreasonable to tell his disciples such insignificant things.

Of course, the most important thing is... the tone and temperament!

Some people's temperament cannot be faked.

But...how did the national teacher become Ji Ping'an?Wait... Ding Huan suddenly remembered some clues he had heard from the martial arts.

Combined with the weird behavior of the imperial court, although he did not guess the return of the stars, he secretly made up a top-level secret that spread to the mainland of Kyushu.

However, the cold icy rain always reminded him that this is not the time to think about these things.

He swallowed and spit, staring at "Great Zhou Guoshi", suddenly his face was lonely, hiding resentment:

"Isn't it because of my low qualifications? The national teacher doesn't like me?"

Ding Huan spent his whole life in the rivers and lakes. He was very famous and could chat and laugh with the leader, but his real strength never reached Zuojing.

Even after the peak period, it gradually declined, which all proved that his talent was mediocre.

Even if there is a national teacher who personally enlightens and clears the meridians, and passes down martial arts, that's all.

His inferior talent was the biggest pain in his heart, and it was also one of the reasons why he was willing to be driven by the imperial court after he learned that Xinwu had appeared after he felt that he had cut off his martial arts.

He is indeed greedy for power, but he is also greedy for the help of the "Great General of the Great Eastern Army" before his death to prolong his life.

Ding Huan had resented countless times. If the national teacher was willing to take him away and give him a "recommendation quota" to go to Qin Tianjian, the capital of God, his life might be very different.

Ji Pingan shook his head and said:

"Sheng Mien, Dou Miqiu. This seat has already calculated that you will not be safe in the future, so I have never accepted you. What does it have to do with talent? You are a famous martial artist, and you should know that the Great Zhou Guoshi has supported and recommended you from the whole life. Don't look at these."

He sighed softly:

"It's just that I wasn't sure what would happen to you back then, and I didn't want to choose to join the imperial court in the end and cause disaster."

Ding Huanru was struck by lightning, his face turned pale.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, and finally expressed sadness on his old face:
"I……"

Ji Pingan was too lazy to listen to his defense, and said lightly:

"Looking at it now, I've softened my heart back then. That's all. Although you were disrespectful in Qixia Town, I didn't bother to talk to you considering that you were an old friend after all. That's why I said that I gave you a chance... "

Give you a chance, you are useless!

Ding Huan suddenly felt a strong sense of unease, he panted heavily:
"Don't kill me, don't kill..."

Ji Pingan said, "I won't kill you."

Before a smile appeared on Ding Huan's face, he spit out the second half of the sentence:

"I will only take back everything I have given you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his five fingers and pressed them on the old man's heavenly spirit, silently running a spell.

Ding Huan didn't understand at first, but when he felt that the spiritual elements in Qihai began to follow the meridians, gathered towards the sky, and were absorbed by Ji Ping'an's hand, he finally became frightened and realized something.

He wanted to struggle, but the harder he struggled, the tighter the starlight chains bound him.

After realizing the gap in power, Ding Huan cried bitterly, kept admitting his mistakes and begging for mercy.

But Ji Pingan showed no sign of stopping.

Finally, after realizing that the sea of ​​qi began to collapse and the meridians in his body shrank, Ding Huan cursed, his face grim and desperate.

Until the last drop of spiritual essence was drained, his face lost its blood color, his eyes lost their light, like a dead wood that had been stripped of its vitality, his head hung down, no longer moving.

"It's true that I won't kill you, but you can live until now, all relying on your cultivation." Ji Pingan withdrew his hand and shook his head:

"Now take back your cultivation as a punishment."

But the "famous martial artist" who had already lost his pulse and went into cardiac arrest could no longer hear him.

"Hey, what are you muttering about?"

Not far away, wearing a goose-yellow dress, with a slightly round face, a female sword attendant holding a guzheng floated over with a strange expression.

With a "hum", he erected the guzheng, and with a "bang", he stuck his head on the ground, leaning against the door panel, and said displeasedly:
"What head are you grabbing? I was going to kill him."

The sword attendant Huang Qun felt very regretful, but unfortunately, the head sword of the Shoushan School where she originally lived was taken away, so she could only rely on the remaining sword intent in the guzheng, otherwise, how could she not be able to win a martial artist?
Ji Ping'an killed the younger generation he had supported with his own hands, feeling sad in his heart.

Ignoring the sword attendant, he went straight to the "battlefield" in the distance.

On the wet grass, the soil was rolled up, and the Futu Knight, whose whole body was covered in the armor, was breathing like a gossamer, and he was not dead yet.

But the meridians all over his body were shattered, and the flesh and blood were twisted together with the iron armor, as if he couldn't survive.

"You..." The chief rider's eyes bulged out, and he spit out blood foam, still puzzled.

Ji Pingan raised his hand, collected the puppet that had been pierced through his chest and disguised himself as him, and looked down at the cavalry commander, saying:
"As you can see, the one fighting with you is always just a puppet. It's a pity, how can the Buddha's armor go head-to-head with the real iron lump?"

The patriarch of the Buddha closed his eyes in relief.

Ji Ping'an's eyes were as black as ink, he raised his hand to grasp falsely, and cast the Taoist "Spirit Summoning" spell.

Immediately, a broken soul was pulled out from the armor, floating in the air with a dull expression.

was swallowed into the eyes.

……

Broken pictures emerged one after another, which was his deepest recent memory.

What came into view was a bed.

The cavalier turned over and lay flat, and took the handsome woman into his arms. The woman frowned and said:

"What happened? You are in a bad mood."

The "Civilian" was silent for a while, and said:

"The general gave me a mission to go out and do something."

The woman frowned and said worriedly:
"Are you going to kill someone?"

"En." The cavalier seemed unwilling to talk too much, kneading his face with his big hands while his eyes wandered, and said:

"This time, if I come back successfully, I will marry..."

"Shh." The woman raised a finger and pressed it against his lips, then pressed her head on the cavalier's chest, "Don't say such things."

While speaking, she gestured falsely, the cavalry commander frowned slightly, turned over, and then there was a large mosaic.

"..."

Ji Pingan withdrew his perspective from the "Civilian Chief", thinking that he would be able to set the flag... He stood in the center of the memory, stretched out his hand, hummed, the picture was broken, and pieced together the second scene.

"Civilian" pushed open a door, stepped into it, lowered his eyes and cupped his hands:
"General."

Because it is a memory, all the pictures come from the cavalier, so Ji Ping'an can only see the ground covered with knitted carpets.

"Qintian Supervisor Ji Ping'an and the Daoist Saintess are suspected to have left Yuhang and headed for Qixia Town. You bring a team of Buddha soldiers and look for an opportunity to eradicate the former. Remember to watch the timing and don't involve the Saintess..."

A deep voice came, and threw out a piece of talisman:
"Use this to block its technique."

The cavalier raised his head, but only saw a figure from the back: broad shoulders, wearing a white soft robe, standing with hands behind his back.

"Yes. General."

……

The memory suddenly collapsed. With Ji Ping'an's current state, it was still a bit difficult to read the cavaliers who were much stronger than him.

"Is that man the divine general of the Dadong Army Mansion?"

Ji Pingan didn't know much about the court directory.

Most of the generals he knew were from the group that founded the country, and these new "generals" after that were not yet qualified to meet the national teacher.

At this time, the battles in the surrounding mountains and forests also came to an end one after another. Figures came from a distance, men and women, old and young, all of them darknet killers.

Everyone was taken aback when they saw the Commander of the Buddha and Ding Huan who were kneeling in the arena.

Waiting to see those ordinary soldiers who fell on the ground, they stopped ten feet away tacitly, and looked in awe at the young man disguised as "Li Anping" in the field:
"This subordinate has seen the sword bearer!"

Ji Pingan withdrew his thoughts, turned his head to look at these people, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Good job, I will return to Yuhang to receive the reward later. But next, there is another task for you."

He raised his wrist and pulled out a porcelain vase, among which was the Gu worm obtained after killing the iron corpse in the village at the foot of Qidun Mountain.

There are dozens of them.

At this moment, Ji Pingan opened the porcelain vase, and threw a note to the killers one by one, and said:
"This thing can't hurt you. Next, you should divide into at least [-] teams and walk in all directions. If you feel any danger, throw it to the iron corpse or a place where no one lives..."

He gave his instructions in detail, and even though the killers didn't understand the reason, they still responded one after another because of the terror of the "sword bearer", and they each took a lead and left.

Not long after, a group of killers disappeared in the cold rain.

Sword servant Huang Ying floated over holding her broken zither, frowned and said:

"What are you doing?"

Ji Pingan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the darkening sky, wondering what he was thinking, and said:

"Do you think that if the Four Sages arranged such a game, they would not care about the magician's broken arm at all? They didn't get too close, maybe they were worried about being besieged by the iron corpses, which would delay the magician's broken arm from advancing, or I am worried that my whereabouts will be detected, which will expose the location of the severed arm."

"However, they must have left some methods to locate the broken arm. After thinking about it, the biggest possibility is these Gu worms... If my prediction is correct. After so long, the people of the Four Saints I should have sensed something was wrong, so I rushed over..."

Huang Ying suddenly realized:

"So, you are worried that someone will follow the Gu worms to find you, so you deliberately use this trick to mislead the Four Sages?"

Ji Pingan nodded:
"These Gu worms are too close to the 'magician's mother worm', and they are more or less contaminated with its breath. I fed them with the blood of the head catcher, and with the space shielding of the magician's broken arm by the Taoist scriptures, it should be able to last for a while. .”

This is what he thought about a long time ago.

Therefore, before entering the village, he asked Yu Yu not to pinch the Gu worm to death, but to stay.

Huang Ying didn't know what to do, and muttered:

"It's all right, it's all right, I'm going back, the body of the head catcher is going to jump in a while, Jiang Jiang can't hold it down alone, I'll go back and help her."

After finishing speaking, he sneaked into the interior of the Taoism.

Since when did you get along so well... Did you find someone of your kind... Ji Pingan shook his head.

After clearing away the souls of the corpses present one by one, he walked to the distance, grabbed the trembling horse and walked away.

There was a lot of movement here, he had to leave quickly and return to Yuhang as soon as possible.

……

It was about an hour after Ji Ping'an and the dark net killers left.

In the distant forest, a group of figures moved from far to near, and finally arrived at this battlefield.

The leader was a burly middle-aged man wearing a black-purple cloak and a mask, with a wide-bladed sword on his back.

At this moment, a pair of eyes exposed above the mask were sharp, full of surprise:

"The iron pagoda of the Great Eastern Army Mansion..."

A believer checked the corpse on the ground, looked at the man and said:

"Dharma protector, he died less than an hour ago. He was killed by some kind of kendo. Ding Huan died strangely, as if he was drained of his spiritual essence...There are still traces of scorched electric fire at the scene."

Another person tried it and said:
"The soul is also destroyed."

The Great Protector of the Four Sacred Teachings frowned:

"Combined with the traces of fighting around, it seems to be a battle between the military government and the forces of the world?"

He felt a bit of a headache, and things seemed to be rushing in an unpredictable direction.

Just as Ji Ping'an guessed, considering many factors, the people of the Four Sages did not stay near Qidun Mountain, and they did not chase after them until they noticed that the corpse king under cultivation had left their original position.

It's just that they lack key information, and it is difficult for them to figure out the clues from many clues.

After all, Ji Pingan wears too many vests... When the forces corresponding to different vests are intertwined, it is easy to be confused.

"The key now is not these."

Suddenly, a stooped old man in the crowd came out and said in a hoarse voice.

He was extremely thin, with only a strand of white hair remaining on his head, and his face was not much flesh, which made him look a little scary. He was wearing a robe embroidered with the patterns of the Four Saints, and he was holding a skeleton staff in his hand.

The old man's eyes were red and green, and his expression was serious:

"Now it seems that someone may have found the magician's severed arm and tried to walk him. We must find him as soon as possible to stop this."

The big protector nodded: "Can you locate it?"

"Yes." The old man raised his left arm, stretched out his slender hand from the cuff, turned his wrist, and saw a golden Gu worm crawling out from the wound in the palm, and kept spinning in circles.

The rickety old man's face turned ugly instantly:
"Why is this so... This golden Gu worm can sense the Gu worm on the magician's broken arm, but why, there is breath in all directions?"

Hearing this, the believers present were also at a loss.

"Ah."

In the anxious and dull atmosphere, a woman's sneer sounded suddenly.

The Great Protector wearing a black and purple cloak followed the prestige, looking displeased:
"Xue Ji, what are you laughing at?"

In his line of sight, on the edge of a group of believers, stood the figure of a female character.

She was dressed in a black robe, but her bare skin was as pale as snow. It seemed that she was not wearing any clothes in the robe. When the cold wind blew by, she could vaguely see her outstanding and graceful figure from the outline.

Looking up, a snow-white neck sticks out from the neckline, and then there is a cold and beautiful young face.

She has a straight nose, three-dimensional facial features, and a hint of exoticism. Her black hair is coiled high behind her head, adding a bit of maturity and charm to the slightly green face out of thin air.

Coupled with a pair of almost smoky black eyes and a mocking smile on the corner of the mouth, all the male believers have a strong desire to conquer, wanting to press him down and release it to their heart's content.

However, the moment these thoughts arise, they are suppressed by a chill.

The "Holy Maiden" of the Four Sacred Religions, or should be called the "Witch", on the beautiful face of "Xue Ji" who also returned from the starry sky, mocked without any concealment:

"I laugh at you for your thousands of calculations, but in the end you are tricked by your so-called 'foolish future generations'."

The big protector looked ugly.

On Xue Ji's fair and slender neck, every blue vein was clearly visible, and at this moment her head was raised high, with a look of contempt on her face:
"A group of things that have been dead for hundreds of years can't change the arrogance in their bones. Just relying on a group of trash like you, you want to make big things? A joke."

The Great Protector said in a deep voice:

"Xue Ji, don't forget that you are no different from us. Or do you still want to go back to the 'Tingxue Building' you founded? Get it back and become a saint again, but it doesn't mean that we have to tolerate you without a bottom line."

After a pause, he raised his stubble-covered chin slightly, and also smiled in a half-smile:

"Or, do you think that if you have slept with the Great Master Zhou, you will really consider yourself the mother of the country?"

Xue Ji's face turned cold, and suddenly there were crystal snowflakes falling in the air.

But the big protector was not afraid, staring at her protruding figure under the black robe, her Adam's apple rolled, and pressed it down again, regretting:
"If it wasn't for the leader's order, I can't touch you. Otherwise, you bitch has such a foul mouth. I really want to try whether your mouth is as sharp as the mouth below. Oh, I almost forgot, today's The body is already different from what it was back then, and it is impossible to be a fellow-dweller with the Grand Master of Zhou."

As he spoke, he laughed out loud.

In the team, some people also laughed out loud, some were expressionless and shook their heads in contempt, some looked like they were watching a play, and so on.

It seems that the "components" of this improvised team are quite complicated.

Xue Ji's chest heaved in anger, her pale jade hands clenched into fists under her cuffs, and her eyes were cold on her flawless face, like a female beast on the verge of madness.

"Cough," at this time, the crooked old man with a tuft of white hair on his head said:

"The old man has long been abolished. I don't want to hear your dirty jokes. That's all. Although I can't tell which one is true, but in my opinion, it is very likely to go to Yuhang if you take away the person with the broken arm. We just need to follow this Chase in the direction, spend some energy looking for the past one by one, you can always find it, it’s just a waste of time.”

The big protector glanced at him:
"Based on the cultivation level shown by the other party, I'm afraid that if I delay for some time, I will run far away."

The crooked old man smiled and said:
"That's simple. Since he took away the magician's severed arm, it's not for nothing. It was too far away before, so it's not easy to cast spells, but it's almost there now."

As he said that, he gently raised the skeleton staff in his hand, and chanted the mantra, and the staff suddenly emitted a dim green light.

Disturbing rings of light, with it as the center, spread in all directions, like ripples in the lake water.

Xue Ji tightened her robe with both hands, and frowned:

"Lich, what is this?"

"Curse." The crooked old man named Lich grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth:
"Although I'm not as good at curse-killing in the air as the curse-killing loose people, but I have played with corpses for countless years. If I throw the broken arm of a magician in a ravine, there will be no countermeasures? With this curse on my back, I will sit I also have to lie down for the old man to see how he can escape?"

Xue Ji frowned, feeling worried for no reason.

……

in the forest.

Ji Pingan walked for a while, tied the horse aside, shook the Taoist scriptures, released the "iron catcher" who was alive and kicking again, broke free from the seal, and drew his sword to "kill" him again.

Then he sighed wearily:

"Isn't it okay to toss in the Daoist Sutra? Do you have to take it out and reseal it again and again?"

Jiang Jiang floated in mid-air, holding a mountain scepter, just like a witch in a Western fantasy novel, when he heard this, he gave him a faint look:
"Can you do it...you don't have any...force numbers?"

After all, there is only one page of Taoism, not one volume.

And Ji Ping'an is not Xin Yaoguang now, so the available space in this page of Taoism is very limited.

It's okay to put ordinary things in, but the broken arm of the magician is the remnant of a strong man in the realm of Shenzang, and there is a risk of damage to the scriptures if it is tossed around in it.

It can only be suppressed, and then released after a period of time to be physically suppressed by Ji Pingan.

"The point is not just troublesome questions, but..."

Ji Pingan shook his head, only to see Tie Butou's corpse suddenly opened his eyes, stared straight at him, and spewed foul air at him.

Ji Pingan didn't dodge, as if he knew that dodging was meaningless, but as the circles of light enveloped him, Ji Pingan only felt a strong negative state covering his whole body.

"It's like this." Ji Pingan sighed:

"I guess I know which 'old friend' did it."

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