The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 244 Ji Ping'an: I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, but you are still like this ([-] words for subscription)

On the streets of the ancient city of Qiantang, the carriage was driving at a constant speed, and the wheels ran over a broken stone slab, causing brief bumps.

However, Miss Qian, who was huddled in the corner of the carriage, forgot to exclaim.

On the lips blocked by the cloth tape, the upturned Qiong nose exhaled moist hot air, and the two grape-like eyes were wide open, and even the tears were temporarily stopped.

Immortal... The kidnapped girl stared at the mysterious man who suddenly appeared in front of her, and there was only one thought in her little mind.

She saw a fairy!

Otherwise, how could someone suddenly walk out of the starlight?

This scene seriously impacted her worldview.

"Hush." ​​Ji Pingan showed a kind smile, and raised his hand to show the embroidered shoes in his hand:

"I'm a friend of your grandfather's."

The 16-year-old Ms. Qian's head was buzzing, her first reaction was not a sigh of relief, but embarrassment.

His face immediately turned red - in the eyes of all ladies, the soles of a woman's feet are absolutely forbidden places, but now the shoes are controlled by a strange young fairy.

How is this good?
Immediately, a second thought arose...Grandpa's friend?

But how could there be such a young "friend"... Ms. Qian's mind went blank.

But perhaps it was the affinity in the smile of the person in front of her, or the strong anticipation of being rescued, that made her let go of her vigilance, her eyes lit up, and then her eyeballs slantedly pointed to the outside of the car curtain.

"It's okay, he can't hear our conversation."

Ji Pingan said with a smile that when he stepped into the carriage, he had already cast his Taoism to block the movement in the carriage.

He squatted halfway, raised his hand with a "boo", pulled off the cloth strip and mouth ball from the little lady's mouth, and then wiped the two fingers stained with saliva on her body:

"Do you know who the other party is?"

"Huh..." Ms. Qian's mouth was free, she gasped for breath, then shook her head and whispered:

"No... I don't know, I only know that he is a monk..."

She stammered, telling the poor information she had.

Seeing Ji Ping'an pondering, he hurriedly added:
"The monk driving the car said that he...would tie me up to a mansion and give birth to a child!"

As she spoke, the girl burst into tears. As a lady of the family, the jewel in the palm of her hand since she was a child, she is almost collapsed at this moment.

Having a baby... Ji Ping'an's eyes moved, and he remembered the matter of Yunlin Temple.

His pupils scattered blue light, his eyes fell on the back of the beggar monk driving the car through the trembling curtain of the car, and he started astrology.

In the mind, a picture emerged.

From how he casts his spells, hides among the guests and pushes his hand forward, and deduces forward to an alley, the beggar monk tremblingly bows down to a vague figure:

"Master, please give me instructions."

In the next second, the screen was forcibly interrupted, causing it to shatter.

Ji Pingan regained his senses from the astrology, and raised his eyebrows slightly. With his current cultivation, he can still be forcibly interrupted. There are only two possibilities.

Or, this matter involves high-level powerhouses.

Or, it was the "reborn" who caused the trouble.

Combined with the dervishe's mouth calling "Taoist", and this abnormal kidnapping behavior, he thought for a while, and vaguely had a guess.

"Let's... let's go quickly." Miss Qian tugged at the hem of his clothes in a panic, not wanting to stay any longer.

Ji Pingan shook his head and smiled:
"Do you like to go to the theater?"

"Ah?" Miss Qian looked at him blankly.

Ji Pingan didn't explain, but after thinking for a while, he took out the "Messaging Talisman" and crushed it.

When the talisman turned into a spot of light and dissipated, he flicked it again, throwing a blindfold forward.

"drive……"

Outside the carriage, while driving the carriage, the beggar monk turned his head and looked back curiously, feeling that it was too quiet.

He raised his hand to lift the curtain of the car, and in the corner, Miss Qian was gagged and bound, looking at him pitifully.

"The little girl is quite obedient."

The monk smiled, put down the curtains and focused on driving.

Yet he does not know:

Under the covers, in the compartment.

After being untied, Miss Qian seriously put on the lost shoes and put them back on. She nervously watched the fierce monk put down the car curtain, as if turning a blind eye to everything in the car, and then her tense and stiff body softened.

The little heart was thumping and beating non-stop, and it was the second time in his life that he witnessed the tricks of the Xian family.

She raised her head and glanced at Ji Pingan secretly, but saw "Grandpa's friend" sitting cross-legged and seemed to be asleep.

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Qiantang County Government.

Ye Hongling straightened her back and waited majestically in the back hall. The tea beside her was already cold, but the little officials standing respectfully outside the hall did not dare to come forward to change it.

Regarding the arrival of this Shangguan, the entire county government was aroused, but to Ye Hongling's disappointment, all the officials in the county government were not there.

According to the left-behind official, it is:
I went to the countryside to observe the people's sentiments.

After all, a group of petty officials didn't know why the chief lord of Yuhang City Demon Slayer came here alone, so it was inevitable.

And no matter from which angle you look at it, it's not easy to talk about the county magistrate and a group of officials from the yamen to attend Qian Yuanwai's birthday banquet.

"It's been so long and you haven't come back? Which village did you go to? It's not impossible for me to meet you." Ye Hongling waited impatiently.

An old official was shocked, and hurriedly stopped with a smile:

"My lord, wait a moment, the county lord is going on a tour, how can you tell where it is? Look at the time, and he will be back in a while."

Ye Hongling squinted at him, sneered and said:
"You are not fooling me, are you?"

A group of officials were sweating coldly on their backs, waved their hands again and again, and were about to explain.

Suddenly, Ye Hongling's face changed slightly, she spread her palm in front of her face, and a piece of talisman paper slowly rose up, emitting a light yellow light, which was extremely miraculous and eye-catching.

Ye Hongling's eyes lit up, and she only said:
"The officer will come back later."

Then he jumped up, and with the cultivation base of a martial artist sitting in the well, the imperial envoy stepped away in the air, leaving only a group of small officials stunned.

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Qiantang state religion branch, inside a Taoist temple.

Holding the token in his hand, Yu Yu proudly puffed out his chest, showing the demeanor of a saint, overlooking several bowing Taoist priests in front of him:
"This is probably the case. From now on, mobilize the power of our religion in the city to search for the troubled monk. Once you find it, don't make a fuss, just report back."

"Observe the decree of the saint!" The local Taoist priests applauded in unison.

The vanity of the saint was greatly satisfied.

Some even want to cry:

This is the card that this saint should have. With one order, Jing Cong, a disciple of the national religion, will not follow that nasty little star official. Every time the information I finally get is second-hand...

Yu Yu secretly encouraged himself, this time he must beat Ji Ping'an.

Just at this moment, the folded yellow paper talisman in her arms flew out by itself, spinning slowly in front of her.

"Your Highness, this is..." The Taoist monks in this city looked at each other in dismay.

Yu Yu's expression was dull, and then he stomped his feet bitterly, saying:

"It's none of your business!"

After the words fell, the array patterns spread under the feet, and the whole person urged the magic circle to escape from the Taoist temple.

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To the west of Qiantang City, in a secluded mansion.

The autumn wind blows over the lotus leaves, creating ripples. A flying insect flies across the lake, but is suddenly swallowed by a frog hidden in the lotus leaves.

In the gazebo, the three sat together.

Madam Wei, who was wearing a long plain dress and a white ribbon on her head, was sitting at the table, holding a chess piece and falling into the long exam.

This is the third game of chess between her and Taoist Qianshan today, and the fight is now in full swing.

Wearing a gray robe and brown eyes, the old Taoist who moved the mountain was quite proud of Fang Cai's move. At this time, he leisurely picked up a teacup and sipped tea.

The flower-picking monk who was watching was still wearing his cloak to cover his whole body.

"Daoist, it's past noon. If the monk's guess is correct, the three of them may have arrived at Qiantang. So, what arrangements did you make? Can you tell me?"

The Taoist who moved the mountain heard the words, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Grandmaster is still so eager, it doesn't matter. It's not a master, it's just finding a woman for the master to solve problems."

The flower-picking monk clasped his hands together:

"Amitabha, the Taoist priest has misunderstood me very much. What the little monk does is good deeds. It is not for desire. Most of the people who come to the temple to ask for children are not those women who are ill, but their husbands. If we want to push all the faults on those poor women, if they can't give birth and their situation is dire, wouldn't it be a good thing for the poor monk to help them?"

Madam Wei suddenly sneered and raised her head:
"If you are not still useful, I will send you back to the West Paradise Bliss just because of your brazenness."

The Taoist who moved the mountain was busy trying to smooth things over and changed the subject:
"Ahem, let's not talk about this. Speaking of it, Pindao's plan is not difficult to guess. Just imagine, if the star official enters Qiantang City, it will not be easy to find a monk from the crowd in a short time. The government and other forces. And Pindao has secretly controlled several beggar monks in the city with secret methods, as helpers and eyeliners."

"Today is the birthday of the richest man in the city, Yuanwai Qian. I will arrange for people to go there and bring the first lady of the Qian family. When the Qian family learns that someone is missing, they will definitely report it to the county magistrate of Qiantang and start looking for it. This is what I throw out." bait."

The flower picking monk asked:

"The Daoist means that as long as the star official enters the city and tries to contact the government, he will definitely know about the kidnapping? So he pays attention?"

"That's right," the Taoist who moved the mountain stroked his beard and said:
"This matter is not directly related to you, but since it has happened, the other party will definitely pay attention to it, and the star officials are best at searching, but they can't figure out our existence. Sooner or later, it must be traced back .”

After a pause, he said proudly:

"And Pindao secretly arranged manpower to keep watch in the Qianfu and the county government. Once there is any action there, I will make noise, mislead, and transfer the female warrior away. The remaining two, as long as they enter this house Mansion, there is no return."

This... the flower-picking monk exclaimed:

"It's a good one to lead you into the urn. But what if Ye Hongling was not transferred that day? How about coming together?"

Taoist Qianshan wanted to deny it, saying that this kind of situation would not happen.

But in order to give confidence to his allies, he still took out a platinum talisman from his bosom, on which was painted a strange pattern of killing, full of ancient flavor:
"This is the treasure that Pindao obtained from a large tomb. With this, it is enough to send the warrior out of the city."

As a feng shui master, the old Taoist priest came back from rebirth. Although he was completely transformed, he knew many treasures in his mind. The upside-down plate was dug out from a secret place.

The same is true for this platinum talisman.

The flower-picking monk was envious:

"The Daoist master has good means, and he is worthy of the historical records of an expert with the title of 'Duobao'."

The old Taoist who moved the mountain smiled and said nothing. This is the origin of his Taoist name. This mountain is also "Baoshan".

"The impoverished way has traversed Kyushu for hundreds of years, and it is rare to enter Baoshan and return empty-handed. But I don't want to, I smashed my halberd in the Qianyuan treasure house, and I didn't get it. Instead, I lost the mud body and the upside-down disk. If you don't avenge this revenge, you can't do it at night." sleep soundly."

talking room.

Mrs. Wei pressed down the chess piece with a "snap", and the chessboard cracked, and the chess pieces fell like rain and waterfalls.

She met a monk's surprised gaze, and said indifferently:

"Flying camp dogs, if the world is full of people like you who hide their heads and show their tails, who plan to ambush and kill, and want to regain control of Kyushu, I'm afraid it's just a dream."

The Taoist who moved the mountain was not angry, and said with a smile:

"What madam reprimanded is that the reason why people are human is that they are willing to use their brains. How is it different from barbarians to fight head-on? It's just like how madam was a little reckless when she went to kill the Great Zhou Guoshi in the past. Assaulting the army formation? If a poor man comes to make a deal, it must be..."

Madam Wei suddenly turned her head and stared at him.

At this moment, outside the gazebo, in the huge garden, a famous servant who was busy tending flowers and plants, or respectfully and bowed his head to serve, turned his head at the same time and stared at him.

The temperature of the air plummeted, and it was full of ghosts.

The flower-picking monk has the lowest cultivation level, and was the first to notice the discomfort, slightly horrified:

As far as he knows, Mrs. Wei's cultivation has not been in a well, and now she is only breaking through the Nine Realms.

However, the old Taoist "admired him very much" and told him secretly.

If it is purely about cultivation, Madam Wei is indeed far from recovering to her peak.

But "Spiritual Dao" cultivator, similar to Daoist Talismans, is a profession that focuses on accumulation.

The stronger the "spirit" accumulated usually, the more cards you can play. If you play with all your strength, the past accumulation will be poured out, and the power will far exceed the realm you are in.

In addition, "The way of controlling spirits" is specialized in cultivating spirits, and Mrs. Wei, who has become a demon, walks on the way of controlling ghosts, and is even more adept at weaving the dilemma of spirits and souls.

As we all know, the monks sitting in the well are weak in spirit and soul.

In addition, the essence of the mansion here is a magic circle...

With many factors superimposed, it is natural for him to move mountains at his peak without fear, but he has just lost a lot of money, so he will inevitably be short of breath at the moment.

Faced with Mrs. Wei's anger, the old Taoist smiled:

"Poverty aphasia, Madam, don't blame me."

Mrs. Wei stared at him for a while, and then the chilling intent slowly dissipated. At this time, the sound of a carriage pulling up came from outside the door.

"Here we come." Taoist Qianshan smiled, "The daughter of the Qian family must have been delivered."

The flower-picking monk was overjoyed, but he forced himself to be patient and waited for the servants in the mansion to bring him in.

However, the one who was sent into the mansion was not Miss Qian, but a loud bang.

Accompanied by screams, a blood-stained corpse flew over from the wall like a cannonball.

The wind broke into the pond, splashing a large canopy of water.

All three of them changed their colors, only to see the corpse of the beggar monk floating in the pond.

"how come……"

The old Taoist's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly realized that there seemed to be a little accident in his perfect plan.

In the next second, a saber light wrapped in a ferocious murderous aura rose from the gate of the courtyard, like the rising sun, the tiles vibrated, and the fallen leaves rustled.

"Demons and monsters!"

Ye Hongling's snarl almost tore through the air, and the gate leading to the atrium was torn apart by the saber energy.

The three people in the pavilion suddenly stood up, only to see:

At the open courtyard gate, a female warrior wearing a black cloak, black gauze on her head, and a black gold long knife took the lead, with murderous eyes in her eyes.

A young girl with a small formation flag stuck behind her neck and a sword cord made of finely broken blades wrapped around her wrist followed closely behind.

After that, there was Ji Pingan in a green shirt, and Miss Qian who was completely stunned by him and rushed to hide in a corner.

"It's that old Taoist priest!"

Yu Yu baffled, and fixed on Taoist Qianshan with a glance, "They really are in the same group!"

"Amitabha." The flower-picking monk turned pale with shock, his figure tending to collapse towards the black smoke.

Although Taoist Qianshan was surprised, the scene in front of him was nothing more than the worst situation played out in advance.

Although he didn't know why Ji Ping'an and the others came so quickly, there was no time for questioning at the moment of battle.

Hearing this, he just smiled and locked his eyes on Ji Pingan:
"It seems that the one who took the pindao upside down that day is your Excellency."

Star official... Inside the pavilion, Mrs. Wei's eyes suddenly sharpened.

Ji Pingan shook his head and sighed softly:
"The last time you escaped by chance, why didn't you know how to cherish it?"

Taoist Qianshan has bulging veins on his forehead and is full of anger. He has never been such a calm person as he looks, and he will take revenge. This is what he is describing.

"I'll deal with this old Taoist priest first." Ye Hongling had no interest in flirting.

At first, I thought that this hunt would be a long process, but I didn't expect that not long after entering the city, Ji Pingan used some means to lock the enemy's lair.

And catch three at once.

There will be no delay at this moment, the female warrior is angry at her dantian, and takes a step forward.

Huh... In the courtyard, the autumn wind suddenly became violent, centering on the place where her boots stepped out, the wind spread in circles, the lotus pods in the pond fell down, and the lotus leaves shattered.

Spots of light emerged, the female warrior's eyes shone brightly, and the saber in her hand buzzed and trembled.

A round illusory well condenses around the body, slowly rotating, and a powerful momentum spreads out in all directions.

The servants, maids, mother-in-law, housekeeper and others in the mansion scattered in shock.

"Cut the demon!"

Ye Hongling yelled sharply, leaped up, embracing the momentum of the world, and locked on the three present with her martial aura tyrannically.

However, almost at the same time as it exploded, Taoist Qianshan took off his clothes and shook his sleeves, and a platinum-gold talisman with a simple picture was shot out, spinning three times around his wrist.

Under his heartbroken expression, he threw it at Ye Hongling!
"Feast!"

In an instant, the silver talisman radiated a dazzling light, and in the next second, the light collapsed.

Ye Hongling and Qianshan Laodao were dragged into it by the shredded talismans at the same time, turned into spots of light, and disappeared.

"exile!?"

After all, Yu Yu had some knowledge, and recognized that this was a rather rare talisman that was forcibly transmitted.

Her complexion changed slightly:
"Ye Hongling and the old Taoist were probably teleported out of the city. Although the quality of this thing is not very high, it cannot be truly exiled for thousands of miles, but it is still possible for dozens of miles."

Ji Ping'an was not flustered, on the contrary, there was some deliberate element in it.

He looked at the remaining two people on the opposite side, and said with a smile:
"How about a task for you?"

"Huh?" However, before Yu Yu could react, he saw that the flower-picking monk had successfully disintegrated into a black mist, drifting towards the outside of the courtyard, and escaped a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.

"Where is the bald donkey going!?"

Yu Yu was furious, pointed at the command flag in his hand, and flew out like an arrow with a whoosh sound, but only scattered the black mist, but failed to capture it.

In a panic, the saintess tapped her boots to the ground, cast her evasion technique and chased them away. In the blink of an eye, the two of them chased and fled, and disappeared into the building complex.

All this happened extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye, only Ji Pingan and Mrs. Wei were left facing each other in the huge courtyard.

From the beginning to the end, Mrs. Wei did not make a move, and neither did Ji Pingan.

At this time, as the four people who had gone away were fighting each other, Ji Pingan stood in the middle of the dilapidated courtyard after being damaged by the strong wind, with his hands behind his back, looking at the plain woman opposite him calmly and peacefully.

Although the appearance is different from the memory.

But this plain filial piety dress, the white silk with the streamer tied on her head hanging down to the corner of her skirt, the cold eyes, and the familiar madness and hatred, all tell the identity of the woman in front of her.

"Are you a star officer?"

In the courtyard surrounded by crisis and autumn wind, after a short period of silence, Mrs. Wei finally spoke her first line after appearing on stage.

Ji Pingan slightly raised his eyebrows, emphasizing:
"My name is Ji Pingan."

"Are you a star official?" Mrs. Wei stared at him indifferently, asking the same question repeatedly, as if she didn't care about the name of the person in front of her at all, only caring about her identity.

Ji Pingan sighed softly, and said seriously:

"Although I have always believed that, even if it is mediocre, everyone is still a unique individual in the world. The name should be placed before any identity and occupy the largest and most conspicuous position on the tombstone. But since you asked sincerely, then I Let me tell you with great mercy, yes, I am."

Mrs. Wei finally had a smile on her lips, but the whole house suddenly became ghostly:

"The star officer is very good, so how do you want to die?"

While speaking, in the huge mansion, those servants who looked like background boards raised their heads and looked towards the sky.

The servants, maids, mother-in-law, housekeeper...the heads of all people suddenly floated up, separated from their bodies, and rose into the air.

Only the headless body remained standing upright on the ground, and those heads gradually twisted and turned into simple square lanterns.

It is red like bleeding.

There are phantom human faces wriggling and struggling on the lampshade, as if telling something.

Inside the mansion.

Behind a screen wall, Ms. Qian, who was still wearing bright silk clothes and was hiding carefully while she was peeping boldly, suddenly felt that the light dimmed.

As if entering the night, but there is no starlight, everything around is engulfed by darkness, the temperature plummets, and the luxurious mansion turns into a spooky ghost.

With a low cry, she fell to the ground, her ass hurt from the fall, but she tightly covered her mouth and looked up at the sky.

Then, in her tear-filled pupils, reflected on the dark sky, red lanterns lined up like dragons.

Ji Pingan was alone, standing in the dark courtyard, and found that everything around him had changed.

The courtyard was dilapidated and in disrepair for a long time, and there were only dead branches and leaves in the pond, which was dirty and smelly.

The woman in plain clothes disappeared, and in the whole world, it seemed that only he was left, and the lantern floating above his head, which reflected the entire land into a blood-colored lantern.

An indescribable surge of trembling and fear originating from the depths of his soul seemed to engulf him.

However, there was no fear on Ji Ping'an's face, only a touch of nostalgia and memory.

"Aren't you afraid?" Mrs. Wei's voice came from nowhere.

Ji Pingan smiled, and sighed softly in his heart: "Wei Qingqing, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you are still like this."

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