The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 263 Now, Can I Marry You? ([-] characters please subscribe)

On the black water.

Every autumn, the air is humid and cold, and the autumn rain is dense, and today is no exception.

It's just that compared to previous years, this autumn, the surrounding waters are exceptionally empty. Far away from the island, a black ink dragon was lurking under the water of the lake, and suddenly broke through the water. It lifted out the head with two "bulges" on top of its head, and looked back at the island. .

"It's started, why don't you go? You're so determined, and you're getting a bye again?"

On the second floor of the bamboo building, the first God Emperor, who was carrying a bookcase and showed himself as a puppet, opened the door and looked at Ji Pingan with a calm expression.

When this little chubby man lost his appearance and walked as a puppet, he showed a little of the bearing and spirit of the Great Zhou Emperor 400 years ago.

Yu Yu and others went to watch the excitement, there were only two people left in the building, Ji Pingan no longer pretended, and said lightly:

"There is a truth in this world. Stupid people are often difficult to guess, and the smarter they are, the easier it is to guess their behavior."

The emperor said:
"Because the smart people in the world will always tacitly and invariably choose the best solution for the current situation, and that often means the only one. But stupid people have a million ways to be stupid. This is also what you said back then if."

He curled his lips and said with emotion:
"A lot of times, I'm jealous of your talent. You obviously don't have any famous teachers to teach you, but every sentence you say is more profound. But this time you guessed it right again, and you really have a bye, so you can wait until there are only colorful games left in the ring." Teacher, go again.

Speaking of which, are you really sure? Don’t overturn it.Otherwise, we can only activate the backup plan. Can we really let Sister Xue Ji marry that ugly guy? "

Ji Pingan didn't answer.

He just turned his attention to Xue Ji, he never really cared about a monk who was a strange monk.

……

on the ring.

As the gong sounded again, the first match began. The disheveled Dulong Layman jumped onto the platform first, turned his head and grinned at Xue Ji on the attic.

Then he looked at the blind old Taoist below the stage:

"Come up, lead to death."

"Master..." The two girls looked nervous, but the old Taoist calmly stroked their beards, patted their heads, picked up the hexagonal copper lamp, and jumped onto the high platform.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw black and green poisonous smoke from the mouth of Dulong Layman. In the blink of an eye, he swallowed the high platform and drowned the old Taoist priest.

"Young people don't talk about martial arts..."

The old Taoist cursed angrily, and the soul lamp in his hand suddenly shone brightly, creating circles of ripples, blocking the fog of gambling.

The price is that the gap revealed by the soul lamp can only illuminate a square inch.

Yu Yu was in the crowd, watching the play with folded arms, and he would use the sound transmission talisman to chat privately. Comments:
"A blind man cannot see, and the soul lamp is his eyes. Those who use poison have long been prepared. This poisonous mist is not for poisoning, but for restricting their vision."

Sure enough, as the soul lamp was suppressed, the vision of the old Taoist shrank, and he truly entered a state of "blindness".

The pinna moved slightly, only the sound of sharp blades whistled and the cloak was heard.

The crowd exclaimed, only to see Dulong Jushi holding a poisoned dagger and killing him to the opponent's side.

With a twist of his waist and a blow, the sharp blade that shone with blue light cut through the air, but only the afterimage of the old man was cut.

In the blink of an eye, the old man appeared in the other corner of the ring, and continued:
"...Come to cheat, come and attack my 80-year-old Taoist priest..."

The Dulong layman missed the blow, dodged to fight back, and quickly floated towards him, his feet were off the ground, without making a sound, until he reached the front, he let out a sharp blade whistling.

The soul lamp flashed, and the old Taoist appeared again in another direction: "Is this good? Is this not good... I advise you..."

"It's good to do it for yourself, and reflect more..."

"Make such a mistake, Xiaoqiao..."

"Peace is the most important..."

On the stage, the two sides blinked and staggered for several rounds, but they didn't touch a piece of the old Taoist priest's clothes.

Dulong Layman was furious and screamed strangely. Suddenly, his robe swelled, pustules all over his body swelled up, and his skin wriggled faintly.

With a "gurgling" sound, a huge pus wound burst, yellow and white mucus spattered, and squirming poisonous insects fell to the ground, then the second, the third...

Yu Yu's face turned pale, and she stopped explaining, almost vomited out the meal of the previous night.

Huang He silently covered Mu Yaoyao's eyes, feeling disgusted.

The poisonous insect grew rapidly, then flapped its wings and flew up, turning into a tornado of locusts, whizzing away.

The silver bell around the old Taoist priest's waist suddenly rang, and his figure suddenly became smaller and got into the soul lamp.

Immediately, I saw a soul lamp rushing left and right in the air, splashing out flames, and a large number of poisonous insects were burned to death on the ground, and at the same time, a large number of new poisonous insects rose into the air.

The two sides entered the stage of fighting.

After a moment, the soul lamp suddenly expanded, spraying out a ball of fist-sized flames like a comet, burning a bloody path through the insect swarm.

Dulong Layman screamed, his whole body was knocked off the ring, and the Soul Lamp "as if" exhausted, dimmed suddenly, was pounced by the remaining poisonous insects, and also fell off the ring.

The blind old man walked out of the lamp, staggering, the silver bell around his waist rang, and picked up the talisman, with lingering fear:

"I don't think you came prepared..."

Then with a look of regret on his face, he looked at the leader of the Daze Sect, who was also sitting on the second floor of the pavilion, as well as the corpse witch and others, who were sitting on the second floor of the pavilion just like the saint.

"Pindao was careless, didn't dodge... already exhausted, it is difficult to fight again."

Wearing a green satin shirt and a silver crown, the island master has no expression on his face.

With his eyesight, he could see that the old blind man didn't use his full strength, cursed secretly, and snorted coldly:
"Yes."

"Master..." The two girls believed it was true and became very nervous. The elder sister lowered her head in shame:
"It's my disciple who didn't try his best and didn't prepare enough lamp oil. I still ask Master to punish me."

The old Taoist unexpectedly did not get angry, and said kindly:
"It's good to have a heart."

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, thinking to myself:
I won this ranking, so I should not be "talked".

As a bastard who was forced to join the sect, the old blind man had completely different ideas from the island owner. He didn't think the demon sect was a good home, but he couldn't get rid of it.

He neither wants to become a high-ranking person, but to be empowered by the leader.But the cultivation base is here, if it is too bad, it will be considered "disloyal".

Therefore, how to contribute, show a cooperative attitude, and leave room for it is a delicate task that is difficult to grasp.

At the end of the first round, four wrestlers and nuns took the stage one after another.

But the old Taoist had no intention of watching this meeting, he just turned his head and looked into the distance, looking for traces of the "Scholar's successor".

……

Inside the bamboo building.

Ji Ping'an remained motionless, and the fight in the distance seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"Tap, tap, tap," came the sound of footsteps, and Huang He pushed the door open and came in:
"Young master, the blind Taoist priest defeated the poisonous dragon layman, and he himself will no longer participate in the competition on the grounds of lack of mana."

Ji Pingan gave a soft "En", not surprised.

The sound of fighting continued in the distance, and after a long time, Mu Yaoyao trotted into the building:

"The yellow turban wrestler lost, and the nun will fight the colorist in the next round."

"understood."

Ji Pingan still had no accidents, but in his mind, he remembered the founder of "Peach Blossom Temple".

That interesting nun who once rebelled against Buddhism and did not participate in the pursuit of "Li Yang" during the time when the two races were fighting each other, but barely helped him, was also an incompatible nun, but that was all It happened hundreds of years ago.

The sound of fighting reappeared.

This time, not long after, Yu Yu walked up the stairs and said:
"Those nuns are too useless. There are so many people, but maybe they just finished the last game? Anyway, they lost quickly."

Ji Pingan said lightly:

"It may also be due to a lack of fighting spirit. They have already won the desired ranking, so why bother to fight to the death with the Caiju Master? Adding injury to him, is it cheaper for me, a foreigner?"

Did the nun do it on purpose?Yu Yu was stunned, this was something she didn't expect.

At this time, Ji Pingan finally stood up, held the scroll in his hand, stretched lazily, and said with a smile:
"Okay, enough rest, it's time to get moldy if you lie down again, and it's time to go for some exercise."

So Ji Ping'an and his party of five people walked along the stone road and arrived at the ring. Not surprisingly, they attracted a complicated look.

There is a lot of discussion:

"It's coming, it's finally coming out, I thought he didn't dare to fight."

"No, don't you hear that you are waiting for work? The Caijushi just played a game, and he hasn't moved yet. This is to expand the advantage."

"This... the island owner is too biased. Even if he barely wins, it would be disgraceful, and it would be even more embarrassing to lose."

"Tsk, what you said, we are a demon sect, and we still pay attention to honor or not?"

"...Hiss, what you said makes sense!"

on the attic.

It was the first time for many people from the Four Saints Sect and the Daze Sect to see this scholar who had become so famous on the first day he came to the island.

With a jade pendant hanging from his waist and a folding fan in his hand, the Young Sect Leader sneered:
"This person is very airy, let us wait for him."

The Corpse Witch smiled, rubbed the bone staff, and said:
"It is said that the calligraphers were quite powerful among the hundreds of schools of thought in the past. They are close to the origins of Molin and Yunhuai academies today. Their ancestors were also famous schools. They are somewhat arrogant, which is justified."

The dwarf looked unhappy. He had already been defeated in the previous fight and had lost the chance to compete for the Saint. At this time he said:

"Who do you think will win? Will both lose? No winner?"

The young master pondered for a moment, glanced at his father, and said:

"Judging from the cultivation level shown by the colorist in just one scene, he is at least eight. This scholar, he still can't see clearly, only one of the guards made a move."

"In this case, the lottery player has a better chance of winning."

"But the calligrapher's technique is mysterious, so it's not easy to understand it with common sense."

People talked about it with different opinions, but generally they still favored the lottery player to win.

The old woman was condescending, staring at Ji Ping'an's face, feeling displeased:
Although the scholar's appearance is not unusual, he is not too ugly either. In her heart, he is more inclined to be a theater artist.

At this time, he turned his head to look at Xue Ji, and made a side note:
"How does the saint feel? Your husband-in-law is about to be born among these two people."

Xue Ji couldn't answer, and she didn't want to answer. Her eyes only stayed on Ji Ping'an for a second, then moved away, and searched among the crowd again.

Ji Pingan, who pretended to be the "heir of the calligrapher", deliberately changed his temperament and demeanor.

What's more, even if she didn't change it, it would be very difficult for Xue Ji to recognize the little military adviser who was good at telling stories who later became the Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty by virtue of her temperament.

But she searched and searched, but failed to find any glimmer of hope in the crowd.

"let's start."

The master of Qianjiao Island sat upright and gave orders.

Ji Ping'an looked indifferent and stepped onto the ring. From the beginning to the end, he did not look at Xue Ji.

……

On the stage.

The tall and thin, ugly old man in a dark red robe and half mask stared at him viciously, strands of white hair came out from under the brim of his hat.

The color player's face was burnt, half of his face was full of grooves, and the corners of his mouth curled up:

"Last time, you escaped with your life at the banquet, but this time, you can't escape."

Ji Ping'an's expression was flat, and after hearing this, he finally narrowed his eyes and looked at this strange monk.

He didn't hear what the other party was saying, and he didn't care whether the latter's expression was resentment, worship, or other emotions.

In fact, his mind at this moment has already been placed on many things behind this fight.

Therefore, those "wins and losses" that are extremely important to almost everyone present, for him, he really didn't think about it at all.

He just said, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

The Caiju master was stunned. He had imagined different reactions from his opponents, but he hadn't thought of the current situation.

In the arena, he could more clearly feel the indifference in Ji Ping'an's eyes.

It was as if I had practiced hard behind closed doors for several days, imagining countless ways to defeat the opponent, but everything was meaningless, because the opponent didn't even remember who it was.

This kind of sincere, honest slight can arouse more anger than insult.

So Caijushi was furious like never before, he laughed out loud, no longer hesitated, his aura rose steadily, and the aura belonging to the broken nine monks began to permeate.

Many believers below the ring changed color and retreated subconsciously, deeply shocked.

In the next second, the Caiju master yelled, raised his hand to grab the robe, and immediately shook it.

"call!"

A huge piece of cloth made of colorful cloth was spread out in full view.

At the same time, under the light and empty "cloth", one after another brass-colored, densely covered with runes, and "metal wheels" made of sharp blades clanged down.

There are so many wheels, and as soon as they fall down, dazzling sparks will be cut out of the ring.

"Chichichi-"

In the blink of an eye, dozens of terrifying, wildly rotating flywheels landed on the ground, cutting through the ground, and following different directions, they frantically cut towards Ji Ping'an.

"What kind of weapon is this?"

Yu Yu in the audience was stunned for a moment, she had never seen this before.

Fang Shijie crossed his arms and explained in a low voice:
"A thing between a weapon and a magic weapon, it's fancy."

However, the flywheel, which was considered "fancy" by the Emperor of God, was regarded as a terrifying murder weapon in the eyes of the believers in the audience.

You only need to sense the terrifying kinetic energy attached to it, as well as the abundant spiritual essence, and you will know that if the Qi-nourishing environment hits it, it will be cut in half instantly.

Breaking through the Nine Realms, unless you are a martial artist or a Buddhist King Kong, it is difficult to compete.

As soon as Cai Xishi made a move, it was a powerful killing move.

On the stage.

Ji Ping'an's expression was calm, and an illusory astrolabe suddenly appeared in his pupils. Through astrological deduction, he had calculated the follow-up attack as early as the flywheel fell.

But he didn't dodge, or cast spells to deal with.

Today, his identity is "the heir of the calligraphy family", so any ability that would arouse suspicion, including Gu insects, cannot be used.

He just raised his right hand, opened the ancient book that was specially left in his previous life, and was full of the calligrapher's spells, and he could vaguely see that the pages of the book were full of words.

Ji Ping'an tore off a page and threw it into the air.

In an instant, the surging spiritual elements gathered, and the paper shone brightly. In the blink of an eye, the outline of a huge house was condensed in the air, and then fell heavily with a "boom".

It was a house made of gold, completely guarding Ji Ping'an inside.

"Golden House!"

The old corpse witch let out a low voice, with a complicated look on his face:
"It is said that one of the calligrapher's janitor skills, the first spell that the ancestor of the calligrapher read from the book, can cast a golden house with spiritual essence, trap the enemy, and protect it. , using this technique, the forged golden house can resist the attack of the Divine Hidden Realm without being broken, and it can be called one of the strongest defenses on the surface."

Sure enough, with the completion of the Golden House, hundreds of flywheels roared in from different angles.

The flywheel spun wildly, almost pulling out an afterimage. However, when it hit the golden house, it only exploded with a string of sparks, and was then bounced away.

"Ding!"

The first flywheel flew upside down and flew out of the arena. While the disciples were dodging in horror, it cut straight into the periphery of the arena, a stone pier used for martial arts training.

Cut in silently, as if submerged in tofu, only half of it is left outside.

"Ding!"

The second one was bounced off, and a red lacquered wooden pillar around the ring was instantly severed. The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, causing the stands to tilt.

A yellow scarf wrestler with sharp eyesight and quick hands screamed angrily, and his body swelled up, and he used his shoulders to resist the collapsed house, so that the senior officials watching the battle on the second floor did not make a fool of themselves.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Flywheels were bounced off one by one, and the surrounding church members scattered in panic, fearing that they would be accidentally injured, and the lazy waist was cut in half.

"Humph!"

The island master Qian Jiao snorted coldly and grabbed it with his big hand. A wall formed by condensed water vapor separated the ring area, and the surrounding area regained stability.

Only then did people see clearly that the surface of the golden house was splattered with sparks, but it remained motionless.

If you observe carefully, you can even see that the "pure gold" wall is actually composed of golden characters connected end to end, and they are flowing slowly.

The entire golden house is essentially a cage built with words.

"Calligraphers regard writing as the basis of legislation and books as the carrier. As the saying goes, writing conveys Tao. Every text is the condensation of a kind of 'Tao' between heaven and earth. Therefore, this is not a golden house, but a Tao. How can a magic weapon destroy a house? According to what the national teacher said back then, this is a 'conceptual' spell." Fang Shijie, the emperor of the gods, sighed.

On the stage.

The color player turned pale with fright, and hurriedly controlled the rest of the flywheel to slow down, so as not to be bounced off, and began to follow the trajectory, looking for gaps around the golden house, and continued cutting, but it was in vain.

"Think you can't do anything to this mage if you hide?" the ugly old man said angrily.

He grabbed the colorful cloth with his right hand and immediately a wooden sword was pulled out.

He puffed up his cheeks and sprayed, and the wooden sword immediately burned with white flames.

The colorist's robes were fluttering, his steps were hanging in the air, and his wooden sword pointed towards the golden house.

Suddenly, the white flames rushed down like a dragon, igniting the whole house.

"You can block magic tools and spells, but can you block the sweltering heat?" the colorist joked.

Ji Pingan stood in the house, feeling the heat around him, and the air being twisted by the scorching heat.

The powerful golden house can certainly insulate the cold and heat, but what is recorded in his book and what he can release with his current cultivation level is not up to that level.

"Crash."

The pages of the book were turned again, Ji Pingan tore off the second page and shook it to the ground.

Immediately, the clear spring ding-dong flowed, and the pages of the book hung in the air, spitting out streams of clear water, flowing outward along the golden house, and putting out the fire.

The temperature drops rapidly.

The water continued to spread outward, covering the entire arena, and when it touched the edge of the arena, it stopped by itself, as if blocked by an invisible force.

The water level only kept rising within the square inch of the ring, rolling and roaring like a raging sea.

"This book is so good!" Yu Yu was speechless and couldn't help complaining.

Although Mu Yaoyao and Huang He didn't say anything, they agreed in their hearts:
This calligrapher cultivator is really good at it, but the water is so good, the water content of this page alone is so terrifying...

On the stage.

The colorist looked at the raging waves below, his heart was full of shock and anger, he flicked the colorful cloth in his hand, and immediately, seven-star lamps emerged and lined up in a row.

The performer clicked his sword continuously, and the seven-star lanterns roared towards the eight corners of the arena, floating in different directions.

Immediately, the raging waves below were suppressed by invisible forces and returned to level.

Immediately, he fished again from the back, shook off a rope as thick as an arm, swung it half a circle, and threw it towards the golden roof.

"clang!"

With a soft sound, at the end of the rope, a flying claw was like a big hand, tightly locking the golden house.

The performer was in mid-air and pulled back. The rope suddenly straightened and made a squeaking sound.

"He wants to open the house!" The young head closed the paper fan in his hand with a gleam in his eyes:

"It must have been the Caiju master who discovered that the water can spread from the bottom of the house, which means that the golden house and the ring are not integrated, but have holes. Therefore, there is no need to forcefully destroy the house, just pull it up, the defense It can be deciphered by itself, wonderful, wonderful."

The Lich and the others also nodded and sighed:

As expected of an old Jianghu, with rich experience, he changed his mind twice in a flash. This kind of impromptu reaction was enough to distance the colorist from other monks.

"The scholar will be in danger. Without the protection of the golden room, and without the guard on the stage, he must not be good at close combat." Someone said.

However, the Lich shook his head lightly:

"Based on what I know about calligrapher cultivators, this person can release the golden house. I'm afraid it's time to do his best when he loses his protection. I really think that calligraphers were ranked among the top hundreds of schools in the past, and they are really not good at attacking them." Law?"

rumbling...

At this time, on the ring stage, the colorist pulls out with all his strength, the thick rope is as tight as a bowstring, and the golden house on the ground is really shaken.

After shaking for a moment, with a bang, it was thrown into the air abruptly and fell towards the outside of the ring.

"Ha ha……"

The opera artist's face turned red, and he looked at Ji Ping'an, who was standing in the water, holding a scroll in his hand. He held a long sword and stabbed straight at him.

This sword is a sword that breaks the eight peaks.

However, Ji Pingan just glanced at him and threw the torn paper into the air.

In an instant, the paper burned into an illusory flame, and a blurry figure walked out of the fire, holding a pen holder, and pointing forward.

In an instant, the wind stopped and the rain suddenly stopped, the tip of the pen collided with the tip of the sword, and the latter instantly turned into powder, and a strong sense of crisis crazily surged in Caijushi's heart.

But it was too late!

I saw words flowing out from the tip of the pen, condensing into a long spear with no ending, piercing his chest.

"puff!"

The colorist spat out a mouthful of blood, and the tall and thin figure in the red robe was struck by lightning, like a kite with a broken string, flew a long way, fell to the ground hard, tilted his head, and passed out.

The whole place was silent.

Only Ji Pingan looked at the figure carrying the pen who was slowly disappearing in mid-air with a little nostalgia in his eyes, and the latter seemed to look at him before disappearing.

A scholar picks up a pen and raises people to kill the enemy.

In the ears, the depths of memory vaguely emerge, from the conversation hundreds of years ago:

"Do you know the truth that literati don't use swords to kill?"

"A corporal kills with a knife, a sergeant kills with his mouth, and a sergeant kills with a pen."

"The knife can kill, people know it; the pen can kill, people don't know it."

……

Ji Pingan regained consciousness from his memory, closed the book, gently stroked the old cover, and turned his head to look at the quiet surroundings.

For the first time, Xue Ji set her sights on the second floor:

"Now, can I marry you?"

……

The typo was corrected first and then corrected. It is expected that tomorrow's chapter will be difficult to write...

　Thanks to the book friends: 1500 coins for cultivating immortals together, a cloud in the sky, and a hundred rewards for the laughter and laughter in the reminder!
　　
　
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