The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 222 Ji Ping'an: Arrest people in person, pretend I don't exist? (seeking subscription)
In late summer and early autumn, in the eastern outskirts of Yuhang City, a killing lasted only a short time before it stopped.

The caravan guards were a bit reluctant to deal with bandits, not to mention the practitioners hiding in the dark, even with the help of a few fierce soldiers, they were still quickly defeated.

The corpses fell down, and the horses either cowered and knelt down, or lay in a pool of blood, exhaling more than breathing in.

"call."

The mountain wind blows, and the bloody smell blows away.

The corporal was leaning against the shaft of the car, holding a knife in one hand and a blood-stained ice pick that pierced through the soft armor on his chest in the other, looking at a man and a woman walking out of the forest with horror in his eyes.

They are all young people, about twenty years old.

The man was wearing a short shirt, his arms were muscular, and he had a fierce expression, holding a long knife lingering in flames.

The woman next to him was wearing a rare leather armor around her waist, her long hair was tied back, and she was holding a large iron-bodied bow in her hand.

Seeing the two of them approaching, the corporal tried his best to lift the knife, but he didn't throw it at the enemy, but with a hard look, he wiped it towards his own neck!
"Want to die?" The woman holding the iron bow raised a playful smile and flicked her fingers.

An ice pick with the length of a thumb shot out, and with a "ding", it bounced off the steel knife and wiped away his courage to commit suicide.

In the next second, the man in the short shirt flickered with flames at the soles of his feet, and he arrived at the latter, raised his boots, and crushed the bone of Corporal Chief's hand holding the knife.

"what--"

The man with strong bones felt his eyes darken, and let out a heart-piercing scream.

"Huoju, don't let this person yell, it sounds annoying." The woman in armor frowned.

Only then did the short-shirted monk with the Taoist name "Fire House" lift up his boots and look down at the latter from a high position:
"I'll ask you to answer, cooperate with me, maybe I can give you a good mood if you are in a good mood, otherwise..."

As he spoke, he pressed a finger between the chief's eyebrows, and a burst of flames rushed into his body. The chief felt the fire burning his body, and nodded repeatedly as if being punished.

"Heh, it doesn't look like a dead man." Huo Ju's expression was cold, "Are you ordered to find someone who came back from the dead?"

The corporal leader was at a loss: "What is resurrection from the dead..."

Huoju was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this little soldier didn't know the details, and only obeyed orders.

After some torture, it was learned that he had kidnapped a "suspicious child" not long ago, and was about to escort him back to the military mansion to return to his command.

"Children?" A woman not far away stepped forward with slender legs, approached straight, frowned and said:
"Will someone take away the house and turn it into a child?"

The two belonged to a certain faction, and now they are also looking for "reborns". After accidentally learning that the Dadong Army Mansion sent a team, they simply chose "the yellow bird behind" to intercept the Hu Army Mansion.

Did not know the existence of "Fang Shijie".

The male monk with the Taoist name "Huoju" said "Hey" and said:
"God knows. Let's see for sure."

As he spoke, he grabbed the seriously injured corporal in his hand and ordered him to point out the position.

However, when they passed through the hastily arranged circular formation and arrived at the rear of the caravan, all they saw were open chains and empty cages.

"Where's the person?" Huoju's expression changed.

……

……

In the woods, a black-faced soldier ran wildly.

Fang Shijie was caught under the creaking nest, dizzy due to violent bumps, his face was pale, but his eyes were full of excitement, and he urged:

"Run, run, you have done a good job in escorting today, and I will reward you heavily in the future. You know, how many people lined up to fight for a chance to escort..."

Shut up... The black-faced soldier cursed in his heart, but his body was controlled by another will, and he didn't say a word.

Just follow a certain direction and run as fast as you can.

It's a pity that he is just an ordinary pawn after all, and he is carrying a person, so it is really difficult to speed up.

Just when he was burning with anxiety, Fang Shijie suddenly discovered that the soldier found a clearing in the forest and stopped suddenly.

"Don't stop, go!" Fang Shijie was still urging.

In the end, the latter threw it on the ground, causing pain in the buttocks.

"Shut up!" The soldier said coldly, turned around and pulled out the saber from his waist, making a vigilant posture.

Seeing this, Fang Shijie also realized something, rolled decisively, and hid behind the soldier, he saw two figures in the forest behind him approaching from far away, at an extremely fast speed.

Impressively, it was the two monks who destroyed the entire caravan.

"It looks like it's you guys." Huoju laughed, he landed a few feet away from the two of them, and at the same time threw the corporal chief who was seriously injured in his hand to the ground.

The latter was already very angry, and when he saw the knife-wielding men in front of him and Fang Shijie who was taken away, he mistakenly thought that he saw the situation was not good, so he led them away.

His eyes darkened, and he roared:
"Walk……"

"Let's go?" A female monk named "Bing Po" with a big iron bow on her back drifted over, with a smile on her face:

"It seems that I can't go away."

"Who are you?" The black-faced soldier heard himself speak.

Huoju laughed, and wiped the long knife in his hand:

"This little soldier is a bit courageous."

Bing Po frowned and said: "Don't talk nonsense with him."

As she said that, the female monk fixed her eyes on the cowardly little chubby, and said:
"Send someone here, and I can let you go."

This statement is of course false, and it was decided from the moment he showed up that it is impossible to let anyone live.

These people... are also here for me?
Fang Shijie's heart sank, he secretly thought something was wrong, and felt bitter:
No matter how much I tossed about before, no one paid attention to me, but now it's good, I didn't do anything, and there were two groups of people fighting for each other.

Obviously, it was impossible for the soldiers of these military houses to protect themselves. Thinking of this, Fang Shijie sighed softly, and was about to stand up and take over the initiative of the conversation.

But in the next second, I saw that the fierce soldier didn't say a word, he flicked the steel knife in his hand, and put it on the neck of the emperor decisively.

The First God Emperor:? ?

"Let me ask again, who are you? Who sent you here? What is the ulterior purpose?"

The black-faced soldiers took hostages and asked for the second time.

Now, it's not just two monks with mysterious origins.

Even the corporal leader who was lying on the ground was stunned, he stared at his subordinates in disbelief, completely unexpected that the comrades around him had such courage.

The smile on Huoju's face disappeared, and the brows were full of indifference and looking down:

"You dare to threaten us?"

As a dignified monk, he was threatened and interrogated by a soldier who could easily crush him to death, it was simply unimaginable.

The female monk named "Bing Po" was also startled, and then glanced at Huoju whose face was twitching and furious, stepped forward and squinted:

"you wanna die?"

At the same time as the voice fell, the grass and trees under the female monk's feet cracked the frozen frost, and the cold air filled the air.

This is deliberate, showing power.

However, the black-faced soldier was not afraid, and stood proudly, with the steel knife resting on the neck of the emperor, and said lightly:

"Da Zhou soldiers, do not accept any threats."

it is good!
At this moment, Rao was taken hostage, the first God Emperor couldn't help but screamed in his heart, his eyes were full of relief.

Isn't such a warrior just the appearance that a soldier of the Great Zhou should have?

The corporal leader, who was as angry as a silk, was shaken, lying on his side on the ground, feeling the temperature in his body passing away, and a strong sense of shame welled up in his heart.

"Damn!"

Huo Ju cursed angrily, swung the long knife in his hand suddenly, cut off the chief's head, and said sharply:

"You say it again?"

Stupid... This guy is angry again, does he have to provoke the other party...

Bing Po felt anxious, pinched the two fingers of his right hand behind his back, silently, a slender and straight ice pick arrow condensed little by little.

The black-faced soldier was already scared to death, but he stood up straight and said with a sneer:

"you……"

"Whoosh-"

At this moment, the female monk suddenly bent her bow and set her arrow at lightning speed. Fang Shijie only heard the "buzz" of the bowstring, and the heads of the soldiers standing in front of him exploded instantly.

Blood sprayed, splattered the little fat man's face, and the body standing proudly holding the knife fell straight down.

The wound on the neck was frozen by ice crystals, exuding a slight chill.

"That's a lot of nonsense." Bing Po breathed out silently, his expression relaxed a little.

Huoju also smiled again, his angry expression eased, and he blamed:

"You snatched my head again. But people like this who don't know the current affairs will die when they die."

"Dead... so he died?" Suddenly, Fang Shijie, who had fallen to the ground, raised his head, his immature face with baby fat no longer had the mischief and pretended childishness.

It was a piece of coldness and regret, accompanied by an indescribable majesty.

The two were taken aback for a moment, their expressions became a little serious, and they looked at each other, and they could see each other's surprise.

Obviously, this kind of reaction and momentum is definitely not what a mortal child would have.

"It seems that you are indeed the one who came back from the dead." Bing Po raised his eyebrows, and lowered the raised iron bow, which was a gesture of goodwill:
"We found the right person."

The burly young man with the Taoist name Huoju swung his burly arm, inserted the long flame knife into the scabbard, restrained his arrogance, and smiled:
"Otherwise? It's nothing more than a pawn. He dared to imprison and threaten Your Excellency before. He deserves death."

Fang Shijie shook his head and said:

"These two are just following orders, so there's nothing wrong with it."

Huo Ju naturally said:
"So what if you follow orders? Such a lowly mortal, if you kill him, you will be killed. Why do you have to argue about right and wrong? Or, in your childish body, is the spirit of a Confucian scholar or a Buddhist monk? Cherish the moth veil lamp? Besides, without mentioning the difference between ordinary people, these mere people today dare to disrespect us and other ancient powerhouses, so they should be killed."

He sneered, and his tone was a little displeased:

"Don't forget, who is the one who kidnapped you, and who is here to rescue you."

Carrying an iron fetal bow, the taciturn female cultivator glanced at her companion:
"Why talk to him about this."

Immediately, she looked at the first God Emperor, and said lightly:

"For a formal introduction, the two of us are from the 'human world', well, you may not have heard of this name, this is an organization formed by people like you and me, the purpose is naturally to help each other.

I believe you have also noticed that these soldiers from the Great Zhou court are just one of the malicious and targeted forces of the "modern people" in today's era. There are many teams like this to arrest us. "

After a pause, she added:
"You may be wary of us, which is normal, but since you can come to success, you should not be a fool, you should know..."

"You may have thought about one thing wrong." Suddenly, the first God Emperor spoke, interrupting the female monk's sermon.

The emperor, who looked like a seven-year-old child, stood beside the corpse, bent down and forcefully broke the soldier's hand holding the knife.

Then he raised the steel knife with some difficulty and stared at the two of them:

"Even if they are also resurrected 'ghosts', it doesn't mean that they are in the same camp or the same kind of people, and it doesn't mean that as a cultivator, you can treat ordinary people as ants, and it doesn't mean that you can live long enough to look down on the people of today..."

He strode forward with short legs, and there was no stinginess on his face, only disgust and disdain:
"Of course, the above are all excuses. The real reason is that in my past and present lives, I hate being led away by others, and I don't even want to be a subordinate.

I cut off the heads of those who wanted me to be a dog. I don't even want to go to the Great Zhou Military Mansion, let alone what kind of world are you in?Oh, by the way, these are actually not the key point, the key point is that your face annoys me very much. "

Bing Po was stunned.

It seemed that he couldn't believe that the "reborn" who was imprisoned by a group of mortals with no strength in front of him dared to speak such nonsense.

"Okay, very good." Huoju laughed angrily, grinned, and unsheathed the long knife in his hand:

"It's really a toast, don't eat fine wine."

As he spoke, he shook the blade, and wisps of scarlet flames flowed along the blade like flowing water, illuminating the dimly lit forest.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, I just ask you to go back and calm down."

Huoju's eyes were cold, and he was holding a knife in one hand, making a warning sign, with five fingers spread out in one hand, he was going to grab the emperor.

The first God Emperor sighed softly, thinking that these people really weren't good people.

He closed his eyes, knowing that with his current body, he could not escape the fate of being arrested.

However, at this moment, a quiet and leisurely voice wafted from the ears of the three of them at the same time:

"It's such a 'human world'... just arresting people in such a grand manner, is it true that I don't exist?"

who! ?
At this moment, Huoju's hair stood on end as he was about to catch him, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis, his body flickered almost instinctively, and he stepped back, holding the long knife horizontally in his hand, his eyes like lightning.

Standing in the distance, the hairs on the white neck of the female cultivator in charge of vigilance also stood out, and her pupils shrank.

It was clear that she had repeatedly confirmed that there was no one else around!

The first God Emperor who put on the posture of "stretching his neck to kill" was also startled, only to feel that the voice was strange and familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

He tried to open his eyes.

In the next second, he turned his head following his intuition, only to see a mysterious figure in a bamboo hat and covered in black mist, like graffiti in the air, just beside him, just a short distance away, under a big tree.

As if feeling his gaze, the mysterious man turned his head to look at him, and seemed to... smiled.

"Where is the monster, hide your head and show your tail!"

At this time, the figures of the male and female monks drew closer, and at the same time, they used their aura to lock the sudden enemy while on guard.

"magician?"

Hearing this word, Ji Pingan suddenly smiled in a complicated tone, moved his eyes away from the face of the emperor, looked at the two of them indifferently, and said quietly:

"This word is more appropriate to use to judge you... Dongxuan Yaomen."

Dongxuan Demon Gate!

When these four words were uttered, the expressions of the two ancient monks suddenly changed!

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