The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 261 Humiliate You, So What? ([-] words for subscription)

Under the darkness of night, in the banquet hall, "Ape" punched Ji Ping'an at the same time.

In the courtyard deep in the island, the gray-clothed old woman stepped forward, holding a tray containing dresses, and came to Xue Ji's residence again.

Pushing open the door, he said:

"Saint, the banquet has already begun. These are the clothes that the island owner ordered the old lady to send."

Although the drizzle has stopped, the dark clouds are still there, and few stars can be seen at night.

Xue Ji did not look at the moon, but sat cross-legged on the bed. A pair of shoes were placed on the floor, and her two jade feet were at the end of the black gauze skirt. They were white and dazzling.

Without opening her eyes, she calmly and firmly refused:

"I dont go."

The old woman was not annoyed, as if she had expected it, she put the tray on the table and sighed:
"It's fine if you don't go. There's nothing good to wear about this skirt, but after choosing a husband later, on the wedding day, the phoenix crown and Xiapei will be the most beautiful."

As if being stung by certain words, Xue Ji's eyelashes trembled, she opened her lacquer-like eyes and stared at her firmly:
"I won't marry."

The old woman smiled indifferently, thinking that this is beyond your control.

In the end, there is struggle, which is nothing more than using Gu insects to control you, like a puppet on strings.

But it is not easy to stimulate her at the moment, so he comforted her:

"Okay, okay, but you have to pay attention to who are the husbands who are vying for you, right? The old lady has already inquired about it, and speaking of it, she has some understanding. The opera artist is a very talented person... "

Xue Ji was expressionless, just pretending that she didn't exist.

Although she is a saint in the sect, she was arrested and joined the sect shortly after her rebirth, and was trapped in the headquarters most of the time. The last time Sanhuang County was a rare opportunity to go out.

Therefore, I don't know Caijushi, Dulong layman, etc., let alone what kind of people they are.

Therefore, naturally, when the old woman said the names of these people, the weird and joyful expression appeared on the wrinkled old face of the old woman.

"It's okay, the saint didn't go to see it, but the old woman arranged someone to be there. When there is news, someone will report it."

She said with a smile, looking at Xue Ji's amazing appearance with envy.

As a servant who moves more freely, she has inquired about the situation of the banquet tonight.

I also know that the husband-in-law of the holy girl has a high probability of appearing among the few people such as the opera master.

And this banquet is nothing more than a performance venue for a group of disabled or ugly monsters, and there will never be any accidents.

……

"Island Master, it's almost time."

In another courtyard, a disciple looked into the brightly lit hall and sat in a big chair with his eyes closed to rest his mind.

Wearing a dark green Taoist robe, the white-faced and beardless old man opened his eyelids, and for a moment, his pupils showed the "vertical pupils" of the monster race:
"Is everyone here?"

The disciple cupped his hands:
"The rest of the people arrived first, and Caijuan Master also passed by just now. The disciple observed that this person is full of murderous intent. I'm afraid he will cause some troubles and ask the island owner to go and preside over the overall situation."

The island owner said "En", not surprised.

The "corpse witch" sitting in the hall leaned on the skeleton staff and said with emotion:

"Caijushi... Heh, according to the information, a mere random cultivator of a strange family can be regarded as a hero in the world. With his usual style, he will definitely provoke the rest of the congregation. No one can hold him down. If the island owner doesn't go, I'm afraid there will be problems."

The dwarf carrying the white flag on the opposite side wondered:

"In that case, why didn't you go earlier?"

The master of Qianjiao Island glanced at the dwarf, with disdain in his eyes, but did not answer, but stood up and said:
"Don't go away if you wait, just wait here."

As he spoke, he led the rest of the Daze sect disciples and walked towards the banquet hall at a leisurely pace.

When the people left, the old corpse witch suddenly said:
"The head of the Daze Sect is a very scheming one, and the colorist is the strongest. If he wins the first place after this round and receives the empowerment of the 'Holy Lord', he will probably become a high-level second only to the island owner.

In this case, the owner of Qianjiao Island naturally has to check and balance him. Oh, deliberately leaving late and letting the performer provoke the others can not only show the strength of all parties, but also intensify the conflict. It is not a loss in the end. "

The rest of the people suddenly realized.

The corpse witch shook his head secretly. The reborn naturally despised and looked down on "the people of today", but in fact, the ancients may not be better than the people of today.

Regardless of cultivation or experience, except for those once incomparably brilliant names in history, most of the reborns are even worse than the "elites" of today's era.

After all, the difficulty of cultivating a sitting well in a period of abundant spiritual energy is much lower than in an era of exhaustion of spiritual energy.

"Damn, doesn't that mean that the saint is going to be given to that old opera performer?" the dwarf said indignantly, "Is it possible that at tonight's banquet, none of the many members of the congregation can check and balance him?"

Lich shook his head and said:
"I'm afraid not. The poisonous dragon layman is not good at melee combat, but is better at casting spells in a large area. The nun and the yellow scarf warrior rely on the number of people, so there is nothing to worry about. Only the blind man from the soul lamp sect has good spells, but he has no desire to win. .

Therefore, at this banquet, who would dare to compete against the colorist?I bet that this person will find someone to sacrifice the flag in order to establish his prestige. I don't know which unlucky person will be seriously injured. "

……

"Catch it!"

In the banquet hall, when the orangutan threw a fierce punch, countless people in the field looked sideways.

Tusihu looked at Ji Pingan with pity.

In his heart, he believed that this weak scholar was going to become a stepping stone for the colorist to stand up.

Manipulating the puppet, the first God Emperor, who had been sitting silently by the side, made a bold move.

A punch was thrown without warning, facing the red-haired ape.

At the same time, in the five-person team, Fang Shijie's long-suppressed voice also came from the "channel" constructed through the musical instrument:
"Pegasus Meteor Fist!"

In an instant, the thick spiritual essence followed the puppet's arm, trembling, and passed to the right fist, firmly imprinted on the calloused fist of the orangutan.

The puppet is already close to the grade of Po Jiu Consummation, and its body is made of refined iron, which is completely natural.

Back then, Ji Pingan had driven this puppet to fight against Ye Hongling who was sitting in the well, and he was not defeated.

Later, he even used this to meet the Iron Buddha and destroy the body of the military commander's cavalry leader, which can be seen.

That "man-ape" was a Caiju master's disciple, and his martial arts realm had only broken through the ninth middle stage. He was able to defeat the enemy consecutively before, to a large extent, because all parties were unwilling to put in their best efforts.

As a result, the hole cards are exposed, and even injured, which will affect the subsequent seat competition.

But Fang Shijie didn't have this concern. The Emperor of God was already hostile to the defeated subordinates of the "Four Sages", not to mention that it was said that the colorist was a wanted criminal in Dazhou.

He also wants to snatch the woman of his brother's national teacher... How can a god emperor who has conquered the world with the word "righteousness" sit idly by.

If the buff is fully stacked, it belongs to yes.

At this time, he shot with anger and showed no mercy.

With just a pair of punches, waves of dark energy penetrated the ape's body like a piece of wood.

"what--"

The orangutan suddenly screamed like a wild beast, and the hair on the newly grown arm trembled like wind blowing wheat waves.

Then, the fist exploded with a "click", blood splattered, and then an invisible force went up along the hand bones.

Wrists, forearms, shoulders...

The hair, skin and flesh were like firecrackers during the New Year, exploding section by section, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

All this happened very quickly, just as the sonic boom sounded, and as the fist wind spread in all directions, the orangutan screamed and tried to retreat.

However, the weird thing is:
His fist with bare bones was like a magnet, and was firmly sucked into Fang Shijie's hand.

It wasn't until the Emperor of God caught a glimpse of the colorist standing up in the distance that he twisted and pressed with his backhand.

"Crack!"

In the crisp sound of bone cracking, the orangutan's hand bones shattered, his knees softened with a cry, and he knelt on the ground with a bang.

His knee smashed two shallow holes in the floor, and he fell on his side.

Yu Yu's big eyes swept quickly, and with the fingers hidden in his sleeve, he lightly pinched the formula and recited the spell silently.

When the orangutan fell down, the floor under its head suddenly turned into fine steel.

As a result, the incomparably violent and majestic orangutan a moment ago, his eyes went dark, and he fainted.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Yu dismissed the Taoism, confirmed that no one noticed this little move, lowered his eyes innocently, and pretended to be calm.

quiet!
All of this happened so fast that the disciples present didn't react in a daze.

The blind old man closest to him was stunned, and he froze in place. The flame of the soul lamp on the table stopped beating, as if the machine had stopped.

He did think about using Ji Pingan as a shield to test the opponent's strength.

But never expected that the scholar didn't even raise his eyes, and the taciturn guard who was following him captured the orangutan with one blow.

Straightforward and sharp, with ruthless methods!
The two girls were also stunned. The elder sister still maintained a posture of protecting her, but her eyes were widened.

Surprised that the taciturn uncle who was carrying a box was so fierce.

far away.

The four yellow turban Lishi brothers, the poisonous dragon layman, and a group of fat female nuns in the Peach Blossom Temple were also stunned.

They are well aware of the strength of the orangutan. Although they are also confident that they can capture it with all their strength, let alone whether it can be so straightforward, it is possible.

But...you know, that was when they were at full strength.

But the reality is that the man who shot was obviously dressed as a guard, and he obeyed the young scholar.

How could this not shock and frighten them?

Immediately, they shifted their gazes to Ji Ping'an's face, desperately recalling in their minds, when did Lanzhou have such a number one person?
At this time, the rest of the believers in the hall realized it later and made a noise.

Some people were shocked, some were stunned, some just felt exhilarated, some rolled their eyes wildly, their eyes wandering between Ji Ping'an and the Cai Opera Master, as if watching the excitement is not a big deal.

"Dangdang!"

At this time, the sound of cups and plates overturned was heard.

Beside the round table, the tall, thin, broad-shouldered and slender "player" in a dark red robe and half a painted mask stood up abruptly, causing the tea to splash everywhere due to his excessive movements.

But he didn't care about it, just fixed his eyes on Fang Shijie, and then moved to Ji Pingan, narrowing his eyes and saying:

"Who... are you?!"

Seeing this, the blind old man quietly stepped back a few steps, as if withdrawing from the matter.

At the focus of the perspective, Ji Pingan was not at all nervous or surprised. All these reactions had already been predicted when he ordered Fang Shijie to do it.

At this time, he sipped the wine in the glass as usual, then put down the glass lightly, and looked at the blind old man who sneaked away with a flat expression:

"Where is the Taoist priest going? Why don't you give us an introduction?"

MMP! ...The old Taoist priest was cursing in his heart, but he still forced out a smile, faced everyone's gaze, and said:

"This one is the descendant of the Yuezhou calligrapher. Since he was in Lanzhou recently, he came to participate in the grand event. Pindao is also near the island, so he met this young master by chance, not familiar, not familiar hahaha..."

Yuezhou people?

Calligrapher?

Hearing these two key words, the believers were all startled, and then suddenly realized.

It's no wonder that Yan Sheng is a monk from the state capital next door. As for the calligrapher... Most of these people in the rivers and lakes lack the ability to distinguish, but many of them know the knowledge point of a hundred schools of thought contending in the past.

Inherent impression: The calligrapher is the type of Qimen monks with a long history and rich ancestors who rarely show up later.

"It turned out to be a branch of the 'Hundred Schools of Philosophy' back then, no wonder he looked educated." Someone was stunned.

"It's really different from our bunch of rough people. You came to the meeting with maids and guards. This row of noodles, tsk tsk." A warrior was envious.

The entertainer was obviously startled for a moment, and then sneered:

"A young master from Yuezhou is quite unusual."

Ji Pingan has a calm demeanor:
"I heard that the beauty of the saints in the sect is so beautiful. How can I miss it in choosing a husband in Lanzhou? I just didn't expect that the decline of the Lanzhou sect has reached this point, and all ugly monsters can come to fight for it."

"You dare to insult me?!" The colorist was stung by the word "ugly", and immediately became furious.

Ji Ping'an's contemptuous eyes and haughty expression perfectly interpreted a son with a great family background:

"So what if I humiliate you?"

How about insulting you?

Hiss... Hearing this light and fluffy sentence, the faces of the believers present changed, and even the blind old man was stunned.

Although the contact along the way was brief, Ji Ping'an gave him the impression that he was relatively gentle, but he didn't expect that his real character would be so domineering.

In Lanzhou, which is unfamiliar to her, she is so stubborn and merciless in the face of the Cai opera master who is obviously not easy to mess with.

Why?Just rely on that guard?
No... Firstly, defeating the ape may seem fierce, but in fact, it doesn't explain much.

First of all, the orangutan is only a "pet" with low sanity, and cannot be compared with a real martial artist.

Secondly, the orangutan fought several times in a row, and this punch was also aimed at him. Strictly speaking, it was a sneak attack by the guard.

And mental calculation careless.

Besides, the really powerful one is the colorist.That can only be that this calligrapher is confident in his own strength.

The blind old man glanced at the scroll on the table with his blind eyes, and suddenly realized something.

Yes!

Everyone thought that at today's banquet, only the theater master wanted to show his prestige, but they didn't know that this cross-river dragon from Yuezhou also wanted to show his prestige!
The theater master stepped on them to gain prestige, and Ji Pingan used the theater master to build his prestige.

Some smart people present also reacted, and their hearts were awe-inspiring, but they were more happy to see the results.

It's interesting to cross the river and fight against the land-headed snake.

"Okay, okay..."

Hearing this, the Caiju master suddenly laughed, but there was no joy in the laughter, but a bit of madness.

At the same time, the robe on his body began to shake and slowly swell, as if something was about to burst out of its shell.

The momentum around him was also rising, Ji Pingan raised his eyebrows, reached out and pressed the book on the table, a battle was about to break out.

However, at this moment, a sharp shout interrupted the tense atmosphere.

"What are you doing?!"

Outside the hall, a group of disciples of the Daze sect opened the way, and an old man in a dark green robe approached in the middle, bursting with anger, and instantly suppressed the audience.

"The head of the Daze faction!"

"Island Master of the Submerged Flood Dragon!"

Amidst the exclamations, the believers remembered that there was a host for tonight's banquet, but he had not arrived yet.

Caijushi was about to make a move, but was suddenly locked on by a force of energy, his whole body froze, and he felt a basin of cold water poured down, and his anger subsided instantly.

He twisted his neck inch by inch and looked at the green-robed island owner who was approaching, his face uncertain.

Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows with complicated eyes.

"The holy sect gathers, banquets are held, and brothers in the sect fight with each other. How can this be appropriate?!"

The green-robed island master scolded, his eyes like lightning scanning the entire place.

Next to it, a disciple of the Daze sect who stayed here immediately stepped forward and quickly explained the situation.

After hearing the story, the head of the Daze faction looked at Ji Pingan and the others with surprise in his eyes.

He nodded, but didn't say anything, but turned to look at the Caiju Master, saying:
"Since you provoked this matter, you have to take the blame yourself. It is fair. Come, someone, carry this ape-man down for treatment, and the rest will go to their seats."

Cai Xishi's face was full of reluctance, but facing the island owner who was sitting in the well realm, he did not dare to get angry and just gave Ji Ping'an a hard look.

Someone carried away the unconscious orangutan, and the master of Qianjiao Island stepped up to the throne, preaching as usual, and presided over the banquet.

This turmoil came to an abrupt end, as if it had never happened, but almost none of the people present could listen to it, and all of them reminisced about this conflict.

at the same time.

Everything that happened in the hall began to spread outward through some disciples of the Daze Sect, or the Four Sages.

……

The inner hall of the Daze School.

The lights are bright.

After the island owner left, the remaining members of the Four Saints of Lanzhou did not leave, but were patiently waiting for follow-up news.

The dwarf huddled in the armchair, depressed, and the white banner hung listlessly.

The old corpse witch was there, leaning back in the chair, his eyes closed, as if he was taking a nap, but his withered hands kept rubbing the gleaming staff of white bones and skeletons.

"At this time, the island owner should be here too, I don't know what will happen." Someone broke the dullness.

Although everyone guessed that it must be the Caijushi Liwei, but no one can say for sure how the other powerful players will respond.

Considering that these people will become "citizens" in the church in the future, some necessary attention is still there.

"Da da da……"

At this time, the sound of footsteps approaching quickly, the old man with his eyes closed and meditating opened his eyelids, stared at the disciples of the Four Sacred Sects walking outside the door with one red and one green eyeballs, and asked:

"What's the matter? The head of Daze has arrived?"

The man nodded:

"The owner of the island is hosting a banquet, and the chaos has been suppressed. As expected, the showman got angry."

Lich smiled and said:

"How did Dulong Layman and others react?"

The latter immediately told the story of how the Caiju master sent his disciples to provoke, first wounding the martial artist, angering others, and then taking the opportunity to test the past all the way.

The Lich smiled even wider. Facing the admiring eyes of a group of companions, he felt that he had predicted things like a god, and everything was developing according to his guess. He said with a smile:

"Did you finally find the Taoist blind man? If the old man's prediction is correct, should he avoid it?"

The latter said "En" with a look of admiration:
"The old gentleman knows things well. The blind man did avoid fighting, but..."

"but?"

"However, a son from Yuezhou, who is said to be the 'heir of the calligrapher', fought against him."

Then, the disciple carefully and vividly described how the blind old man moved coquettishly and how the orangutan attacked brazenly, but was seriously injured by Fang Shijie and fell into coma.

Afterwards, in the face of the troll master's attack, Ji Ping'an's domineering retaliation was described in detail.

There was only a silence in the hall.

"That's it."

When the disciple finished speaking, he raised his head and was surprised to find that a group of middle and senior monks in the sect were all silent.

And with complicated eyes, he looked at the old Lich.

After a long time, the lips on the dwarf's ugly face moved:

"It seems to be different from what you guessed."

The Lich was expressionless, his hand holding the skeleton staff was clenched suddenly, and his brows were furrowed:
"Heir of the calligrapher?"

……

Happy Qixi Festival, single nobles...

(End of this chapter)