The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 245 Long time no see, Wei Qingqing
In the dilapidated courtyard shrouded in darkness, Ji Ping'an's sigh was not known to outsiders.

But his expression and demeanor are enough to explain many things.

Wei Qingqing who was hiding in the dark said:

"Aren't you afraid?" After this question, there was a look of anticipation in his eyes.

It seems that using eerie ghosts to arouse the fear in the star official's heart can give her some kind of pleasure.

However, she was disappointed, Ji Pingan said with a smile:

"There is no guilt in my heart, why should I be afraid?"

Amid the wind, Ji Ping'an was dressed casually, but seemed to be strolling in the garden, with a leisurely tone:

"Masters of Yuling Dao are supposed to be the right way to control the spirits of mountains and rivers. Why do you fiddle with ghosts? Controlling the remnant souls of dead resentful spirits can indeed quickly become powerful, but correspondingly, the monk's heart will also be affected. Influence.

Of course, that's okay, the worst thing is that when you start taking shortcuts, you cut off the way to advance to Guantian. "

This scene is kind of funny.

As the ambush setter, Wei Qingqing's carefully constructed formation and the spiritual realm he arranged did not have the desired effect.

But Ji Pingan, who was ambushed, calmly faced the evil spirits around him, howling in his ears, and didn't care, preaching like an elder.

The reason why Taoist Qianshan is confident is that he can get revenge by joining hands with Mrs. Wei.

Because Wei Qingqing fell into a demon in the past, she abandoned the majestic and righteous way. In order to avenge her husband, she chose to absorb the soul of the wronged person as a "spirit".

As a result, when she joined the rebel army alone in the past, the woman in black not only dragged a coffin to express her will to die, but also followed behind her an army composed of unjust souls.

Although it was defeated in the end.

But after his rebirth, he became one of the few people who did not rely on the outside world and only relied on his own short-term recovery of strength by means of the way of controlling spirits, or the way of "controlling ghosts".

As for occupying the ancient Qiantang City, it is also to use the sufferings suffered by this city and the grievances accumulated by countless people who died to assist in practice.

And this house is the formation that Wei Qingqing built for herself, and those servants are also paper figurines and woodcarvings possessed by "spirits".

At this moment, when the formation was in full swing, yin and yang were reversed, and the yin qi gushing out of the well enveloped the sky. On the red lanterns, illusory and ferocious faces stared at the star officials below.

Even if the cultivator sitting in the well fell into it, his soul would be weakened by the dark wind and torn by howling ghosts, thus his mind would be unstable and his strength would decline.

But Taoists who move mountains who think they "have no plans to leave behind" will not know that although Ji Ping'an is still in the Nine Realms, the strength and thickness of his soul are unimaginably majestic.

"The wind can blow out the candle, but how can it blow out the sun?"

Ji Pingan shook her head. When Wei Qingqing chose to use "spirit" to build a cage and pull him into a contest at the level of spirit and soul, she had already lost this battle.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouths!"

In the cloud, came Wei Qingqing's angry sarcasm, "It depends on how long you can last!"

As he said that, a lantern slowly rotated, with the illusory face on it facing down, spraying out a waterfall of flames.

In the blink of an eye, the courtyard was engulfed in flames, and Ji Ping'an's robe was set ablaze by the scorching from the soul.

The Xingyun robe is supposed to be impenetrable by water and fire, so what is ignited is not the real robe, but the illusioned appearance of the soul.

At this moment, just like when Taoist Qianshan sacrificed the "upside-down plate", he pulled Ji Pingan into some kind of illusion.

Wei Qingqing also used a similar method, only more domineering and direct.

"Whoosh..."

The gazebo was burned and limp as if melted, the pond evaporated, and the green lotus leaves withered and curled. Ji Pingan looked at himself burning and shook his head slightly.

Although his soul is extremely thick, it doesn't mean he won't be harmed.

Just like a big mountain, Wei Qingqing digs it with a shovel. It may not be able to dig through it for a hundred years or a thousand years, but every time it is dug, there will be losses.

"Do you think this can hurt me?" Ji Pingan asked.

The red lanterns above the head were swimming and circling like a long dragon. Mrs. Wei didn't answer, but one after another, the lanterns began to spew flames downwards in turn.

"No, you are wrong. Inheritance of the Spiritual Dao, using 'spirit' as the foundation, constructing a spiritual domain, and drawing the enemy's spirit into the battlefield is indeed a good method, but under the rules of heaven and earth, some things remain the same For example, conservation, when you attack me with your soul, it also means that the spirit you have stored will be worn out."

Ji Pingan still had a tone of being a good teacher:

"But what's worse is that in the fight in the spiritual realm, there is always an iron law, that is, whoever has the strongest mind and soul is the boss."

The dark clouds in the sky surged, and Wei Qingqing, who was hiding in it, felt her heart skip a beat. When Ji Pingan uttered the first sentence, she had an ominous premonition.

When the second paragraph was spoken, Ji Pingan raised his hand and said softly:
"It's raining."

bang...

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, followed by torrential rain, and the flames on his body were quickly "extinguished" in the courtyard that burned like a sea of ​​flames.

The light released by the lanterns was also compressed inch by inch in the rain, and some of them even showed a tendency to go out.

After one autumn rain and one cold, Ji Pingan raised his hand in the rain to grasp falsely:

"Here comes the umbrella."

As a result, he really had an open oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

Creating things out of thin air... In reality, this is a realm that is difficult to touch even in the realm of the gods, and it is suspected to be the realm of the red dust fairy.

But in the spiritual world, all thoughts can be transformed into real images.

"how is this possible?!"

The dense cloud mixed with black and red split, and Wei Qingqing, who was wearing white onyx and a white silk ribbon on his head, had an extremely ugly expression.

She didn't understand why this star official knew so much about "The Way of Yuling", and why his spirit was so powerful.

She tried to control the world, to manipulate the lanterns above her head, but the only answer was silence.

The drizzle was rustling, and the sky was dark.

The square stone slabs under the two people's feet stretched together and were wet by the rain, reflecting the red lights in the sky. The rainwater in the pond fell and rippled in circles, and the broken lotus leaves swayed from side to side, making a crackling sound.

Ji Pingan held an oiled paper umbrella, looked at the latter calmly, and said:

"Anything is possible."

Wei Qingqing didn't believe in evil, and suddenly raised her hand to grab it. Her thin, skeletonized palm was touched in front of her body, mottled light spots condensed, and a spear emerged.

"go with!"

Madam Wei's bloodless lips parted lightly, and with a bang, the soul spear was pushed out, and the bricks and stones were cracked, and sand and stones flew along the way.

All the surrounding pictures began to wrinkle, being pulled by this spear.

The lanterns from the sky also fell one by one, turning into flames and wrapping around the gun body, gradually turning into rainbow light.

This is a shot that is enough to seriously injure the soul of a cultivator sitting in a well. Even if Ye Hongling is here, he has to stay away, but Ji Pingan just shook his head and said:

"Why don't you believe it? If you compete with me in cultivation, it will indeed be a lot of trouble, but in the competition of soul, this...you are really not good at it."

As he spoke, he raised a finger and lightly tapped the tip of the spear.

"Ding!"

A slight burst of sparks bloomed, and then the terrifying flaming spear shattered into light spots inch by inch, rising towards the sky, turning into a piece of gold-like stars.

Wei Qingqing staggered a few steps, and couldn't keep her composure anymore. This crazy woman who returned from history looked at the young man in front of her in disbelief, and suddenly shouted firmly:
"You are not today's person, you are definitely not today's person, who are you!?"

While speaking, some long-standing memories began to surge, and a name was about to come out.

Ji Pingan looked at her with a smile, and opened his mouth softly, but the sentence he said was earth-shattering:

"It was the same with you back then. Among the thousands of troops, you launched this spear at me. Long time no see, Wei Qingqing."

Mrs. Wei was struck by lightning.

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money house.

According to the rules, Yuan Qian's birthday banquet lasted until late at night.

The dignitaries in the city with status will leave early.

But today was a bit different. Just when the magistrate of Qiantang estimated the time and thought it was time to leave, someone suddenly exclaimed: "What's going on over there?"

The magistrate of Qiantang looked up, then froze, only saw a certain piece of sky in the distance in the city, with black clouds piled up, and a red dragon coiling faintly.

And in the direction outside the city, there was a thunderous loud noise, accompanied by fluctuations in spiritual essence.

"There are monks making trouble!"

The magistrate of Qiantang County was well-informed, and immediately recognized the situation, and immediately remembered the news reported by his subordinates that the head of the Demon Slayer had arrived in the city.

Combined with the scale of this vision, it may involve the fighting and fighting of the strong at the level of the well.

"Trouble, big trouble."

The county magistrate of Qiantang looked anxious, intending to go, but stopped because of fear—although he holds the official seal, he can invite martial arts generals to a certain extent, but he can't compare with real monks at the well level.

How can a county official who was born as a literati have the guts to go all out?
"Father, what happened?"

Qian Yuanwai's father and son also returned to the front yard at this moment. Just in time to see this scene, the eldest son murmured, and the tearful daughter-in-law next to him also stayed where he was.

Only the sixty-year-old hermit official's face twitched and he realized something.

……

Outside Qiantang City, on an official road fork, several horses were moving forward at a constant speed.

On the horses are all "begging bowl" monks holding bowls.

The "Buddha", who is obese, and the grease overflowing from his face, is full of worries, suddenly tightens the reins on a sudden whim.

"Sorry."

The rest of the monks also hurriedly stopped and asked in surprise:

"Father?"

It was on the road from Yuhang City to Qiantang that the group went to Qiantang. During the Qianyuan Treasure House incident, Buddha was seriously injured. After recuperating in the villa for a few days, he suddenly returned to the Qiantang base camp with a few cronies.

The Buddha turned a deaf ear to it, just staring blankly at the black and red in the distance, feeling the movement of the two monks sitting in the well in front of them fighting, shrank his neck, and turned the horse's head:

"Hide first."

The rest of the monks were at a loss, but subconsciously followed the Buddha to a nearby hillside and hid in the dense forest.

Just as Foye breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard one of his men startled:
"What team is that?"

Standing on the top of the mountain and watching suspiciously, Foye saw a group of small black dots slowly approaching from far away on the Eastern Official Road.

……

"It was the same with you back then. Among the thousands of troops, you launched this spear at me. Long time no see, Wei Qingqing."

Inside the dilapidated courtyard.

Thunder pierced the sky, and the drizzle was rustling.

When Ji Pingan said this meaningfully, his aura changed, he was no longer a young Ji Pingan, but another strong man who had gone through many vicissitudes.

"It's you!"

Wei Qingqing shuddered all over, and shivered violently, her face without makeup was suddenly filled with countless emotions:

Shock, fear, doubt, anger, madness...

"Bandit military division!" Wei Qingqing blurted out, and then changed to a more common title:
"Should I still call you Master Zhou?"

Yes, if it is said that Ji Pingan smashed the flaming spear with his fingers, it cannot be fully confirmed, but when the two look into each other's eyes, there is no longer any doubt.

"You have also been reborn!" Mrs. Wei's eyes were red, she didn't know whether it was sadness or excitement.

Ji Pingan did not deny or admit:

"I guessed it was you when I saw the burnt lantern on the mountain of Yunlin Temple."

Wei Qingqing let out a miserable laugh:
"So you followed the clues left by Qianshan and found it. But you didn't come to kill him, but me?"

Ji Pingan asked, "Why should I kill you?"

Wei Qingqing smiled: "Then why did you kill my husband?"

There was sarcasm and mockery in her eyes, her white mourning dress was fluttering in the autumn wind, and there was a daunting and morbid smile at the corner of her mouth.

The surrounding spiritual world began to vibrate, representing her extreme instability.

However, in the next second, Ji Ping'an's answer made her stunned:
"I did not kill your husband."

Wei Qingqing was on the spot. As a monk of Yuling Dao, she has a deep study of the soul, and she knows how difficult it is to lie in the state of the soul duel.

In the current state, any lie will send out abnormal ripples.

"You still want to lie to me?" Wei Qingqing's forehead was densely covered with veins, and anger gushed out of his eyes:

"Or do you think I'm easy to cheat?"

Ji Pingan looked at her with pity:
"How terrible the situation Wei Wuji faced in the Dagan court back then, even if you don't know the whole picture, you should have heard about it, and you know that countless people in the Dagan temple tried their best to hope for the destruction of the Wei family.

You should also know what kind of guy the emperor who was sitting on the dragon chair was... But even so, you still only read the obituary sent by the court envoy, and then went crazy and put the blame on me and the god emperor On... Look at it this way, you are really easy to deceive. "

Mrs. Wei was choked with anger.

In fact, during her rebirth, it wasn't that she didn't think about and doubt what happened back then.

After all, the real situation back then was that she fell into the evil way when she heard the bad news at the critical moment of her practice, and there were some deliberate guides around her.

And after going crazy, the whole person's sanity is not completely clear—otherwise, as the Taoist who moved the mountain said, she would not be really stupid enough to charge into the army alone in the past.

When she came back from rebirth, she lost her cultivation, which instead made her escape from the state of "bewitched" and restore her IQ.

Faintly sensed that something was wrong, but didn't want to think about it.

And Ji Pingan obviously didn't want to let her go, and continued:
"In fact, before Wei Wuji died, he had already recognized the situation, agreed to join us, and reached an agreement with me to find opportunities to cooperate internally and externally. But just after that, he was assassinated by the Daqian Dynasty."

Wei Qingqing suddenly raised her head and stared at him:
"What did you say?"

Ji Pingan calmly repeated that he did not lie about this matter.

Back then, the Emperor of God and him were still unable to get around Wei Wuji, the "Military God", and happened to learn of his dire situation, and after discussing, they decided to win him over to join the group.

The national teacher exhausted his mind for this, and finally found an opportunity to meet with Wei Wuji in private, to tell the pros and cons, and successfully persuaded Wei Wuji to surrender.

Of course, the word "persuading surrender" is easy to say, but in fact Wei Wuji himself has been completely disappointed with Daqian after repeated backstabs.

And he has already noticed that Emperor Daqian has murderous intentions towards him... This is the key to the success of the national teacher's persuasion.

If he didn't turn against him, he would only end up being killed by his own people.

And for the Emperor of God at that time, he was also extremely eager to recruit such a general.

The two sides hit it off.

Ji Pingan said:

"So, under such circumstances, how could I kill him? The truth is, after the Daqian court killed you, they deliberately stimulated you to become a demon. They just wanted to kill him with a knife."

He said with some emotion:

"It's a pity that at that time, you were so possessed that you couldn't listen to any words, and only killing and revenge were on your mind."

Mrs. Wei listened silently, but her face was still cold:

"Why should I trust your side of the story?"

Ji Pingan said:
"Of course I'm just saying these things, but what if I add these?"

As he spoke, he reached into his bosom, took out the kit bag and shook it lightly, shaking out several "old things", including a folded piece of paper full of words, a handwritten letter, and a handful of black wooden comb.

He threw three things forward and said:

"A contract is an agreement signed between him and me, Emperor Yun. A letter is a letter of acceptance written by him. You must recognize his handwriting. There is also a sign of the soul. Every monk has his own Some soul imprints can be used to mark after reaching the sitting well. Since you and him are husband and wife, you must be able to tell the truth from the fake.

As for the last wooden comb, there was nothing unusual about it, but after the agreement was reached, the God Emperor asked him to keep the most precious thing on his body as a pledge.

At first he thought that General Wei would keep his sword or magic weapon armor, but he only took out this ordinary wooden comb, saying that this comb is a token of love with you. "

After a pause, Ji Pingan calmly asked:
"So, do you have any questions now?"

Quiet, quiet.

In the dilapidated courtyard, the dark "night sky" twinkled with stars.

Madam Wei, who was dressed in plain clothes, held the three items in her hands and looked at them one by one.

Finally, when he picked up the wooden comb, his knuckle-protruding hands clenched tightly, and one tear swayed and fell to the ground, then the second, and the third.

The drizzle was falling, and Wei Qingqing choked up and cried holding three old things in the autumn wind.

Ji Pingan was not in a hurry, but just waited patiently.

After a long time, Wei Qingqing raised her hand to wipe away her tears, stared at him, and said calmly:

"The last question, since you have evidence in your hands, why didn't you make it public in the past? Even after the founding of the Great Zhou, you just erased Dagan's lies, but didn't say a word about him taking refuge in you?"

Ji Pingan shook his head and said:

"People are dead, what's the point of making this public? Instead of telling the whole world that General Wei has turned to the rebels, it's better to preserve his reputation and bear the name of a martyr.

At least in this way, after the death of your husband and wife in the past, the Wei family will not be liquidated immediately, and future generations can also leave a name of loyal minister.

After all, in the eyes of many people in the world, it is admirable to die for the sake of loyalty and integrity.And those who betray the bewildered original owner and join the righteous teacher will bear the infamy of disloyalty and injustice. Although it is ironic, it has always been like this for human beings. "

Wei Qingqing was silent for a moment, exhaled lightly, and all the hostility in her eyes disappeared:

"I understand."

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The typo was corrected first and then corrected. I went to an offline blind date today and returned without success. . .

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