The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 260 Ji Ping'an: Do it, capture it! (seeking subscription)

Could it be that the "Holy Maiden" is here! ?

The lights illuminated the banquet hall resplendently, and the night outside the gate was extraordinarily dark.

In the quiet and tense atmosphere, when the blind old man spit out this reminder, Ji Ping'an and the five ended their "conversation", drew their attention away from the sound transmission, and looked at the door.

For no reason, Ji Ping'an's heart tightened and he began to imagine what Xue Ji looked like in this life. She was very similar to that of the past.

Referring to Xiao Xu and Hua Yang, although their appearances have changed, it is not completely unrelated. I don't know if it is a coincidence, or some kind of destiny:
There will still be many similarities in appearance, dress, and momentum.

However, there are exceptions, such as the little chubby God Emperor next to him... his appearance obviously has nothing to do with his previous life.

However, the next moment, Ji Pingan realized that he was thinking too much.

The person walking outside the hall was not Xue Ji, nor the Lord of Qianjiao Island.

Cold wind poured into the hall, and two figures emerged from the night, one in front and one behind.

The leader was wearing a large dark red robe. He was tall and thin, with broad shoulders and a thin waist—this was the common attire of folk magicians.

In the mortal world, jugglers often hide a large number of "props" in their robes.

Only from the arched back, the loose gray and dry hair, and the gray wrinkles on the exposed skin, it can be judged that he is old.

The face is indeed covered with half an oil paint mask, and the scarred and distorted face can be seen vaguely.

The eyes in the two holes dug in the mask were sinister and cold, showing a disregard for life.

"Sure enough, it's really ugly! Is this Cai Xi Shi, the notorious Qimen villain in Lanzhou?"

This idea also appeared in the minds of Ji Pingan and others.

After all, this iconic look is highly consistent with the description of Blind Old Taoist.

And behind Caijushi, one step behind, there is a weird person who is stepping up.

Its figure is also tall, its face is that of an adult man, but its hands are extremely long, almost reaching to its knees, its body hair is thick, like an undeveloped gorilla, its limbs are muscular and full of oppressive force.

The blind Taoist lowered his voice and explained:

"That's the apprentice of the colorist, and he's also a pet."

"Pet?" Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows.

The blind old man gave an "en" and said with emotion:
"It is said that this man was bought from Ren Yazi by a Cai opera master when he was young, and he was raised in a group of apes with a special medicinal soup. After the skin was cut, monkey hair was planted and made to grow. 'Man-ape', the hairs all over the body are deeply ingrained. Afterwards, they are driven to the downtown area and perform as entertainers...this is also one of the tricks."

Hey...it really is a pervert!
Yu Yu's eyes changed, and the pure Taoist saint was filled with righteous indignation and horrified.

The blind old man continued:
"But later, after the Caiju master became stronger, this 'human ape' was also tamed as his personal bodyguard. He can be regarded as a warrior, and he is a proud disciple to the outside world."

Beside the table, the two girls who were protecting the soul lamp showed pity on their faces.

Compared with the Caiju master, although the old Taoist is moody, he is a good master in comparison.

It can only be said that it all depends on the peers.

As the colorist stepped into the banquet hall, the atmosphere in the venue became more and more oppressive, and all eyes quickly moved away, lest they would not be able to avoid it.

If you want to make an analogy, it is like a great white shark swimming into the lake, including masters such as the poisonous dragon layman and the yellow scarf wrestler, and they also frowned, unwilling to conflict with it.

However, the Caijushi took the initiative to speak.

Wearing a dark red robe and a half-mask, the old man walked into the hall with his hands behind his back, looked at the empty main seat, and smiled:
"The island owner and the saint have not arrived yet. It seems that they are talking to our group of people. Why are they so quiet?"

The old man's voice was hoarse, harsh, and shrill like a rusty broken gong.

When no one responded, he sat down at the table slowly and said with a smile:
"Or, we all know that this mage is very interested in the saint, and he is bound to win, so he knows that he is invincible, so he is ready to give it away."

The tone was arrogant and provocative.

This attitude finally aroused some people's displeasure. Brother Qimen is fine, but a martial artist present glared at him immediately.

As we all know, warriors are the most unmotivated and underestimated, not to mention those who joined the Demon Cult, they immediately uttered:

"You old man..."

"boom!"

In the next second, the Demon Cultist sitting in the corner didn't even utter the word "husband", when he saw an afterimage flashing suddenly.

The "human ape" appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, and punched out a fist as big as a sand bowl. The demon warrior screamed, his chest was sunken, and he made a crisp bone cracking sound.

The person was like a sandbag, his feet were off the ground, he flew backwards, knocked over the round table, the cups and plates were messed up, he hit a red lacquered wooden pillar in the blink of an eye, spewed blood, and passed out.

This change happened very quickly, and when everyone reacted, the tragedy had already happened, but the colorist was still sitting leisurely in the armchair, with a cold expression on his distorted face:
"Noisy."

There was a brief silence.

Immediately, an uproar broke out in the originally quiet banquet hall. Obviously, no one expected that the entertainer would get into a fight on this occasion.

Injured the "brothers" in the church.

Ji Pingan glanced at the old Taoist connotatively, as if to say:

Didn't you say just now that the colorist will not do anything, but hold grudges at most?

The blind old man's expression froze, relying on the blind man's advantage, he should not be able to see the former's gaze.

"Colorful actor, what do you mean?"

Finally, someone spoke, and it was the eldest brother among the four yellow scarf warriors who spoke, with a blank expression on his face:
"Together with the Holy Cult, it's too domineering for you to act like this."

The rest of the warriors were angry and glared at each other.

The colorist smiled, but his provocation became more intense:

"Overbearing? This mage has always been like this, you Huang family brother, don't you know? Don't use the 'holy religion' to suppress me. Those present, since they have joined the religion, should know their superiority and inferiority. This mage's gathering is to rush The son-in-law of the saint daughter came here, and when I accept the saint daughter as my wife, you will all be subordinates, and subordinates have no respect for elders, so why not teach them a lesson in advance?"

"Ha," in the corner, the disheveled Poison Dragon layman, busy picking vegetables and drinking wine, laughed sarcastically:
"It's a big talk. It's as if the saint is already a thing on your bed."

The colorist glanced coldly and said:
"Oh? Could it be that you want to compete with this mage? You poison, I'm afraid the words under your robe have already rotted away."

Dulong Layman's expression was gloomy and cold, and he retorted:
"Giving that piece of beautiful meat to you, an ugly monster, is a waste of money."

While talking, he seemed to treat the saint as an object.

Next to him, sitting in a ball, hugging his elbows so that his mouth was full of oil, like one of the obese nuns who are indifferent to the world, raised his fat hand, wiped his mouth, and said neither salty nor bland:

"Okay, why bother talking nonsense? Do this stupid temptation? Don't fight for a seat, why don't you come here for a meal? If you have anything to say, it's better to just say it."

One of the yellow turban wrestlers also spoke:
"The nun is right. If you just want to show your prestige, what are you doing beating up an unknown Jianghu?"

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the "human ape" not far away, and shouted:
"How about trying with someone?"

The Cai opera master raised his eyebrows. He came here today to show his prestige and test his opponent. Hearing this, he readily agreed, and said to the "human ape" who was standing blankly aside:

"Let's try it."

Ji Pingan sat in the distance, watching with cold eyes, and found that the Caiju master had no intention of doing it himself, and immediately knew his plan:

Under the premise that there is no absolute gap in cultivation, the outcome of the battle depends largely on tactics and momentum.

The showman may seem domineering and provocative, but in fact, firstly, he is trying to suppress the whole audience in terms of momentum. Secondly, he is screening out powerful enemies and sending out "disciples" to test them and obtain as much information as possible.

At this time, the orangutan with thick body hair and low intelligence roared, stepped on the ground with his feet, and pulled out an afterimage in an instant to kill Lushi at the table.

The four yellow scarf warriors seemed to have the same mind. The three of them did not move. Only the nearest one, who had just spoken out, stood up.

As soon as he stood up, his joints made a sound like copper peas exploding, and his originally short body grew higher and higher, especially his two arms, which swelled and extended, his breath rose, and he punched out.

Fight brazenly with the apes.

"boom!"

The two non-humans collided, and their fists collided in the center, and a circle of air waves exploded, tearing the air and creating a strong wind.

The tablecloths around were shaking, and the tableware was colliding. Even at Ji Ping'an's table in the distance, he could clearly feel the shock. The milky white soup in the big bowl placed on the table was undulating, as if it was about to splash out.

Ji Pingan gently pressed down on the table, and the shock was erased in an instant, and the soul lamp next to him flickered lightly, and the surroundings returned to calm.

Amidst the clattering sound, the orangutan and the yellow turban wrestler groaned at the same time, and the former took a few steps back to relieve the impact.The latter stood by the table, unable to retreat, and forcibly endured the effort.

It seemed that he had the upper hand, but in fact he suffered a dull loss. The muscles on his strong body were rippling like water waves, his face was pale, and his expression was awe-inspiring.

The surrounding group of warriors also fell silent, feeling horrified.

Unexpectedly, the boss of the wrestlers fought with all his strength, and he was evenly matched with the disciples of the Caijushi, and even suffered a dull loss.

You know, since Ling Su recovered, in just a few months, these Jiang Hu people have rarely exchanged ideas with each other, and their estimates of each other's strength have lagged far behind the truth.

The four yellow turban wrestler brothers thought that their cultivation base had increased recently, and their confidence had swelled, but now it seems that they can't even take down a crippled orangutan.

The other three were about to stand up and attack together, but they were stopped by the elder brother, who shook their heads slightly, then took a deep look at the smiling theater master in the distance, and sat down with a cold snort.

Say no more.

Obviously, it means giving in... This can be understood as that he doesn't want to expose too much strength, or be injured by the apes, which will affect the arrangement of seats in the future, but it can also be understood as retreating.

And this retreat, the momentum completely fell into a disadvantage.

The colorist smiled and said, "Continue."

Then, the orangutan who punched each other, but seemed to have no effect, turned around and walked straight towards the poisonous dragon layman in the corner.

Dulong Layman's face was ugly, and he snorted coldly. One eye showed a strange vertical pupil in the gap between his long hair, and suddenly he opened his mouth wide, and a puff of green smoke shot out like an arrow.

In an instant, the believers who were closer felt cold all over, dizzy, and their stomachs were churning, showing signs of illness.

And the hair on the whole body of the brute-force ape also turned green, with an unknown stain.

The footsteps became vain and weak.

"Hmph." The colorist narrowed his gaze, and raised the sleeve of the dark red robe, revealing an old hand like a chicken's claw, pointing like a sword, and slapped the wine cup on the table.

Immediately, streams of red and green mixed liquid spewed out from the fingertips and poured into the wine cup.

But the poisonous gas on the orangutan's body dissipated quickly, and it regained its strength, roared, and punched out.

Layman Dulong's pupils contracted, and he slapped out with a palm. The gourd in front of him turned around and resisted the punch firmly.

As a "mage", he was not good at melee combat, and even the human seat was beaten backwards, and large sores grew on the arms of the apes, the hair fell out, and pustules protruded.

The colorist scooped up a brazier the size of a palm in his hand, burning blazingly.

Illusory flames rose from the ape's body, burning the skin of his arm into coke and sprouting again, while the man who had been raised as an "ape" clenched his sharp teeth and did not let out a cry of pain.

Still staring at Layman Dulong until the latter looked away with an ugly face, then turned to look at the table of female nuns.

The fat on the cheeks of the leading nun trembled, and she suddenly smiled and said:
"We are women, and we are not interested in saintesses, so we won't argue with you."

Peach Blossom Temple follows the lineage of Buddhist "mages", who are also not good at melee combat, and are better at attacking the mind, but this orangutan is obviously insane, like a wild beast, so he just restrained it.

wow——

Immediately, there was a commotion in the entire banquet hall, and all this happened extremely quickly. Although all parties did not make a full-scale move, they were just probing.

But in many cases, the reason why masters want to "test" is to use the smallest cost to judge each other's strengths, depths, and heights.

In the blink of an eye, Caijushi defeated the powerful opponents of Huangjin Lishi and Dulongjushi in a row, and Tao Huaan also tactfully expressed his concession.

How can this not shock the congregation?
With such a performance, if there is no accident, it is hard to say about the rest of the seats in this row, but for the "leader" seat, that is, the candidate for the saint's daughter and husband-in-law, the colorist has a little chance of winning.

The colorist smiled, but didn't attack the nuns either.

Until now, everything is in his expectation. He has been in the rivers and lakes of Lanzhou for many years, and he knows how many competitors there are.

At this moment, he turned his head and glanced at the people in the hall, and the believers avoided their eyes as he passed by. He couldn't help but feel more complacent, and finally his eyes fell on the blind old Taoist who kept a low profile on the side.

"Continue." Said the colorist.

The orangutan, who had recovered from the pain, twisted his neck, turned around and headed towards where Blind Old Dao and Ji Ping'an were.

This scene also caught the attention of the audience.

The Blind Old Daoist had a calm attitude, and the Soul Lamp never mentioned it, so he smiled:
"What is this for? Pindao didn't say anything before."

Compared with others, Caijushi is very wary of old Taoist priests, which means a lot:
"Old blind man, didn't you come here after the saint?"

The blind Taoist priest sighed:
"Poverty is not rich, raising two baby girls as apprentices has already exhausted my energy, so why would I want to marry another wife?"

After hearing the words, the Caiju master leaned forward, still staring at him, refusing to budge an inch:

"That's not necessarily the case. If you are not greedy, why bother with two little girls all day long? It's better to give it a try after all."

The blind old Taoist frowned, secretly complaining about bad luck.

He originally wanted to keep a low profile, but his own strength is here, unlike the nun in Taohua Temple who has a gender advantage, the colorist is bound to win, obviously he doesn't want to believe his words.

But if you do it?
Thinking of the uneasiness lingering in his heart and feeling sorry for the lamp oil in the lamp, the old Taoist suddenly had an idea, got up and said:

"Pindao still has some things..."

"Where are you going?!" The theater master grinned grimly, and raised his hand to give an order:

"Try him!"

The tall, burly, red-haired orangutan roared with an ominous aura, and punched the old Taoist brazenly with the sound of the wind in his fist.

But he didn't want to, the blind Taoist stepped back, if there was nothing, he dodged behind Ji Pingan and the others.

"what--"

Some people exclaimed, they didn't expect that the young scholar and his party suffered an indiscriminate disaster, and they were about to be used as a shield for the old Taoist priest just like the congregants who were affected by the disaster before.

Some people looked away even more, thinking that the blood plasma scene was disgusting.

However, Dulong Layman, Yellow Turban Lishi, and Fat Nun and others found that the strange scholar who toasted and drank looked indifferent, as if he didn't care at all, and he didn't move.

But the hand holding the wine cup paused slightly, and said, "Catch it."

In the next second, the puppet sitting next to him with the bookcase on his back suddenly punched out, causing the world to shatter.

……

Calvin, Calvin, delay, delay

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