The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 207 Wei Huayang Kidnapped Ji Ping'an (Subscribe)

"what is this?"

In the barren mountain, Jiang Jiang saw this scene, with a little surprise on his stiff face.

In the distance, a sword attendant in yellow skirt who was alone playing with the strings of the guzheng also turned his head and looked over, frowning:
"Poison? Or curse?"

In the eyes of the two "spirits", Ji Ping'an's brows were blackened at this moment, his face was pale, and his aura fell down visibly to the naked eye, and he became weak, as if he was seriously ill.

Ji Ping'an looked flat:
"It's all, it should be some kind of curse in the form of corpse poison attached to the mage's remnant body. My judgment has come true. The person behind the scene who manipulated the incident that swept across Sanhuang County in the Four Saints Sect , I'm afraid it's getting close to us."

Sword Servant Huang Ying lived in a long time ago and didn't know much about the "Four Sages", but she knew very well how powerful the "Father of the Demon Dao" is.

Carrying the guzheng at this moment, the yellow skirt fluttered over and raised his eyebrows:
"So you let those people leave before to mislead the pursuers? Speaking of which, you don't look surprised at all, did you expect it?"

Ji Pingan nodded. When he was astrological, he had a premonition that he would be doomed, but it was also accompanied by opportunities.

Just like this curse of corpse poison, if it is necessary to avoid it, there is no chance at all, but some "opportunities" will be missed.

Therefore, Ji Ping'an was well prepared for this time he would be robbed:
"Hurry up and get on the road. The dark web killers can only take part of the other party's energy, but as long as they are not stupid, they will always guess that I may go to Yuhang. So, the next competition is whether I will be caught first, or should I be caught first?" Arrived in Yuhang."

As he spoke, he stood up supporting his weak body, and sealed the "Iron Catcher" into the Daoist scriptures.

Then he took out a "Peace Talisman" with medicinal fragrance from the kit and put it on his neck - this is a magic weapon that can greatly reduce buffs such as curses and poisons.

Sure enough, as soon as the peace talisman was activated, Ji Ping'an's aura improved visibly with the naked eye, but it was still not as good as his peak state.

In order to avoid being caught by the Four Sages, one person and two spirits rushed northwest along the small road instead of taking the official route.

Jiang Jiang didn't go back, but floated beside her with a book in her hand, watching it carefully.

Huang Ying followed beside with her guzheng in her arms, curiously asking:

"What are you looking at?"

Miss Qi Ling, who was wearing a witch costume, spoke calmly:

"There are many books about the Four Sages in my bamboo building."

If the stars return to their positions, it represents the reincarnation and return of a part of the "high level" of the Four Saints.

Then, judging from several past experiences, the "Four Sacred Hierarchs" not only invited other reborns to join in some way, but also recalled their original "team" one step earlier.

Jiang Jiang felt that it was necessary to look through the history and materials of the members of the church to make up for it.

Huang Ying leaned over curiously, and read:

"Great protector... Hey, why did you turn it over. The saint Xueji...the devil sect still has saints?"

Jiang Jiang corrected, "Witch."

Huang Ying was amazed:

"Hey, it's said in this book that Xue Ji used to nourish the Great Zhou State Teacher for seven days and seven nights, is it true or not? This State Teacher must not become medicine dregs hahaha."

No taste joke from Sword Spirit.

Jiang Jiang turned her head and looked at Ji Pingan:

"Do you know?"

"..." Ji Ping'an was silent for a while, and a woman with a poisonous tongue, as pale as snow, with smooth and cold skin emerged from his memory.

And the drapery fluttering on the huge bed, and the snow that fell outside the window that year, and the white hands running through the black hair.

I also don't know if Xue Ji is also reborn and returned.

He was a little distracted, and then shook his head:
"How would I know this, but I don't think there should be any. I mean that the two parties have not exceeded the rules."

Huang Ying sneered:
"A young man and a lonely woman are left on the same bed for so many days, what else can they do besides that?"

"Talk about life, talk about ideals." Ji Pingan said casually.

"Huh?" Huang Ying asked with a question mark in her head, and Jiang Jiang also expressed doubts.

Ji Pingan didn't bother to explain, the world misunderstood him a lot, and he was used to it.

At this time, he suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath, and chopped off an iron corpse that jumped out of the bushes. Seeing dirty and blood splattered, the broken iron corpse crawled towards him.

Ji Pingan frowned, realizing that the magician's broken arm was attracting the iron corpse, even though it was separated by a layer of Taoism scriptures, it was still effective.

The wind is bleak.

He wiped off the blood on the sword blade, looked at the dark and mountainous mountains ahead, and realized that this trip would not go well.

……

The next journey was as expected by Ji Pingan.

In order to avoid the pursuers, he chose a small path, which greatly slowed down his journey, and as he continued to move forward, the number of times he encountered iron corpses increased.

In addition, every once in a while, the "Iron Catcher" has to be re-sealed, and the curse is always cast on the opportunity. Even with Ji Pingan's saving of physical strength, it is still difficult to stop the reduction of spiritual energy in Qi Hai.

The "Safe Talisman" on his body became increasingly dim, his head was dull and his body was heavy.

Even fighting with the iron corpse several times, he was almost injured by the latter.

Huang Ying shot several times, and the sword energy left in the guzheng became less and less, and the spirit body was illusory. Ji Pingan was included in the Daoist scriptures, and ordered him and Jiang Jiang to suppress "Iron Catcher" together.

And to make matters worse:
Due to the lack of feed and the fright along the way, the horse donated by Mrs. Pei also suffered from diarrhea after accidentally eating weeds.

Finally, one evening, he fell to the ground, spitting white foam, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he seemed unable to survive.

Ji Pingan stood by the roadside, dragged his sick body, looked at the horse, was silent for a moment, turned around, and looked deep into the dense forest:
"Come out."

In the forest, a slender masked man dressed as a Jiang Hu came out, holding a long and narrow knife in his hand, and smiled:

"I didn't expect to be so weak, yet still have such keenness."

Ji Pingan looked at the other party for a moment, then asked:

"Four Saints?"

The masked martial artist looked around at him, seeming a little puzzled:

"It was you who took away the bronze corpse under Qidun Mountain?"

In order to chase and intercept them, the Great Protector dispersed the elites of the church, and chased them to different targets according to the guidance of the "Gu insects" provided by the crooked old man.

The masked martial artist is not a reborn person. He was originally a loose person wanted by the government in the rivers and lakes. He later joined the Four Sacred Cults and followed the Gu worms to arrive here. The expected bronze corpse or coffin was nowhere to be seen.

Ji Pingan didn't answer.

The masked warrior smiled and said:

"If you don't tell me, I can only arrest you for interrogation."

He has seen that the person in front of him is obviously weak, which is a sign of being cursed, and he has the confidence to capture him alone.

Ji Pingan still didn't answer, but silently drew out the simple long sword from his waist.

The masked warrior gave a low smile, no nonsense, no discussion.

At this moment, his knees sank first, and then the figure smashed into the air with a "bang", leaned forward, and rushed towards the ground.

At the same time, with a flick of his thumb, the long and narrow scabbard fell off, and a bright blade slashed across Ji Ping'an's neck in an instant!
Do not!
It's an afterimage!
The masked warrior's heart trembled, and he was surprised by the opponent's reaction. In a weak state, Ji Ping'an's body swayed at a critical moment, barely avoiding the knife, and at the same time he gently extended the sword in his hand.

"Ding!"

The masked martial artist swung his knife to block, his body sank, and he spun around Ji Ping'an's waist, but this knife also missed, and what he cut was still only an afterimage.

Then, the two started a close combat.

The more the masked warrior fought, the more frightened he became. The person in front of him just tossed and turned, using the smallest amount of effort to avoid his killing moves again and again.

Although the counterattack was just a seemingly random stab or slash, because of his weakness, Ji Pingan didn't have enough strength to swing his sword, but it always hit his weakest point.

Uncomfortable!

Extremely uncomfortable!

"Where did the monster come from? When did such a person exist in the rivers and lakes?"

The masked martial artist was shocked, but his movements became more and more fierce.

And Ji Ping'an's forehead was gradually dripping with sweat.

He is not an iron man, carrying the curse of weakness, constantly suppressing the "iron catcher", and rushing on the road continuously, he is indeed very weak and tired at the moment.

Although he can use every ounce of spiritual essence to the limit and fight in the most energy-saving way.

But in the face of this Four Saints' fight, he still gradually felt exhausted, and the remaining spiritual essence in the Qi Sea was about to be exhausted, which made his eyes darken.

Other people, even the arrogances of the five sects, would definitely make mistakes in this state, but Ji Ping'an's movements were flawless, like a machine, with no disorder in the rhythm.

Being on the verge of extinction and surrounded by dangers is an extremely difficult situation for any monk.

But for him who has lived for 1000 years, he is all too familiar with this depleted and weak situation.

"call……"

The cold wind blows over a fallen leaf, which is disturbed by his sword wind just right, changing the falling trajectory, and temporarily blocking the masked warrior's perspective.

Only for a moment.

is enough.

"puff!"

Ji Pingan suddenly squeezed out the last sliver of spiritual energy in Qihai, and pierced the opponent's ribs with the blade of the sword. At the same time, wisps of Taibai starlight turned into lightning and pierced into the meridians of the Four Saints.

The latter's heart felt as if it had been hammered heavily, his eyes turned black, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, and when his body fell, his neck "just happened" to touch Ji Ping'an's sword that was already hanging in the air.

"Uh--"

The masked warrior covered his neck with his hands, but he couldn't stop the blood gushing out. He stared at the extremely weak young man in front of him in disbelief, and fell to the ground with a common sound.

A cold wind blows across the earth.

Exhausted, Ji Pingan sat down weakly, then lay on the ground exhaustedly, gasping for breath, sweat rolling down his forehead.

Since his rebirth in this life, this is the first time he has been so weak and embarrassed.

But no one knew that this was the result of his precise calculation.

As opposed to his frail, haggard appearance, there is a pair of calm, almost mechanical eyes.

"Three...two...one..."

Ji Pingan raised his head, looked at the rolling clouds in the dim sky, and compared it with the astrological picture.

When he counted to one in his heart, footsteps suddenly appeared in his ears.

Then, a dark red sarong suddenly appeared in the field of vision.

Then there is the woman's hand holding the rapier, the ear-length short hair under the bamboo hat, and the heroic and beautiful face that is not fair enough, the slightly raised eyebrows, and the gaze looking down.

"So it's you." Ji Pingan was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened.

Then I saw Wei Huayang's face flushed suddenly, and then he kicked over angrily, while pressing the bottom of his skirt with his hands, and scolded through gritted teeth:

"Sure enough, he is a disciple..."

? ?
Ji Pingan's temple was hit hard, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

……

……

Qixia Town.

In a certain courtyard of the headquarters of the Wulin League, the commoner suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for breath.

Touching his neck, he swallowed hard, and after a while, he let out a long breath and muttered:

"I'm having nightmares again, thinking that the woman is back again."

Bu Yi Shenxiang clearly remembered that that night, after the "mysterious man" who revealed his identity left, he followed closely behind, held his neck with a sword, and threatened the woman in red who was being interrogated.

The question she asked was almost the same as the previous one.

Only at the end, I asked about the face of that "Mr. Li".

The commoner god was quite frightened by the threat, and replied:

Taking a quick glance in front of the Baihutang, I only remembered that Mr. Li was shrouded in black clouds, but there was a hidden sense of luck. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be the one who solved the subsequent "catastrophe".

At the same time, he carefully pointed out that the woman in red would have entanglements with him and would gain certain "opportunities" or "huge benefits".

"Huh, speaking of it, the woman in red won't really follow her."

The commoner rubbed his chin, and suddenly laughed like a thief.

In order to retaliate against the other party's threats to intimidate him, he deliberately concealed part of the "face-to-face" content.

"Although there are chances and benefits, but at the same time, it is accompanied by bloody disasters... Hehe, you can't blame me for being unlucky. I didn't lie, I just didn't tell everything."

The commoner murmured, rubbed his stomach, turned around and continued to sleep.

According to his interpretation of his own face, it is extremely dangerous to leave Qixia Town now, and stay here to be safe.

"Heh, a bunch of idiots, really thought that this god was going to run away at first? If he really wanted to run away, why did he choose to run when the master of the Tiancan Sect died? And he chose a position where he could be caught? Isn't that right? In order to grab a meal ticket, you can finally be kicked out, and you can stay in the town safely to survive the robbery?"

The commoner curled his lips and covered his little quilt with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

There are dangers outside, others are miserable, facing the crisis of life and death, I am the only one who has no worries about food and clothing in the house, survives the disaster safely, and develops silently.

This is the true meaning of "gou"!

……

……

The mountain wind howls, and the twilight merges.

When night came, a thick darkness enveloped the entire Sanhuang County.

When Ji Pingan woke up from a coma, there was a slight crackling sound in his ears, which seemed to be the sound of flames burning wet wood.

Then I realized that my whole body seemed to be bound, and there was a cold and hard rock under my body.

Sure enough, he was safe and sound... He breathed out silently... Realizing that for his own safety, the "backhand" that he entrusted Jiang Jiang to leave in advance did not activate...

Therefore, I did not encounter fatal danger during my coma...

While thinking about it, he opened his heavy eyelids, his vision was dark at first, and then a cluster of bright and dazzling firelight shone in, making him squint his head subconsciously.

Then see the situation clearly:
At this moment, I am inside a cave, leaning against the corner of the innermost stone wall.

In front of it was a bonfire that was crackling and burning with a little green smoke.

The red and warm bonfire casts strange and huge shadows on the uneven stone walls.

He took a closer look and found a heroic short-haired woman in a dark red sarong who was sitting cross-legged by the campfire, taking off her bamboo hat.

Wei Huayang faced him sideways, his slightly round face was illuminated by the bonfire, like ivory and warm jade.

Skin has a translucent radiance.

And among the messy hair, small and exquisite earlobes can be vaguely seen, looming.

The girl looked focused, her lacquered eyes were really picturesque.

Seriously holding Ji Ping'an's simple long sword, pierced several pieces of fresh horse meat and roasted it on the bonfire.

There seemed to be flames jumping in the pupils.

As if sensing his gaze, Wei Huayang turned his head to look at him, his brows stretched slightly, and he said coldly:
"you're awake."

……

This part is not very easy to write, it is slightly stuck, and then at the end of the month, I ask for a monthly ticket shamelessly.

I was flattened a long time ago, and I felt that this month did not double, and I must not have enough [-] votes, but my garbage update has increased by almost [-] votes today... Suddenly I feel a little hopeful

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