The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 283: Parting with you, we are both eunuchs ([-] words, please subscribe)

"No, it's been nine hundred years since I said goodbye to you." Ji Ping'an sighed and spat out these words, with countless memories of the past appearing in his eyes.

You Baishu is a descendant of the line of "calligraphers" among hundreds of families in the Daxing Dynasty. The ancestors of the You family have been officials in the court for generations and are also from a prominent family. When he was young, he was fostered in the North.

They met and made friends with Li Yang when he was young. At that carefree age, the two young people raced horses together, caught fish together, played Cuju together, went to flower houses to see girls together, and visited the prosperous world of the city.

Were also best friends.

It wasn't until later that a letter came from the You family. The boy You Baishu said goodbye to his friends and headed south. Since then, there has been no chance of meeting him.

At first, there were letters exchanged, and then, when Ji Pingan's family suffered a catastrophe, he was sent to the "Shoushan Sword Sect" to practice.

Contact was completely cut off.

Over the next hundred years, the fates of both parties went in different directions, and the past in their memories gradually blurred.

Unexpectedly, today, in this murderous plot arranged by Ji Ping'an's enemies, the two sides met dramatically in this bookstore.

"rustle……"

The thin autumn rain hit the lantern under the plaque at the door, and the flame under the teapot also trembled.

As a descendant of the "Calligraphy Master", You Baishu has cultivated himself, so his appearance remains young.

But the strand of white hair in front of his forehead and the vicissitudes of time that cannot be concealed on his face all prove the old age in this "young man"'s heart.

He was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "You are still the same as when you were a child, and you like to say weird things."

Ji Ping'an didn't explain.

Yu Baishu smiled again, deliberately moved his arms widely, opened his arms, looked at his clothes carefully, and said:
"How did you recognize me? Is it the clothes? Yes, I am the only calligrapher in the world who likes to wear such extra large sleeves. I didn't understand it at the time. I was forced to wear it by my family, but later I found it comfortable. Just like my age When we grew up, we discovered that some of our elders’ preferences that we couldn’t understand when we were children actually have their own subtleties.”

Ji Pingan said:
"I like to call this phenomenon 'bloodline awakening'. As young people get older, their preferences will gradually change to those of their parents."

Yu Baishu praised:

"The words you invented are still so weird and incisive. Just like back then, do you still remember how we became friends back then?"

Ji Ping'an nodded gently:
"At that time, I was mentally precocious, and the teenagers of the same age in the city were much more childish, so I was too lazy to play with them. I heard that a child came to Youjia's house. He loved reading and did not like to walk with his peers. He often hung out with adults. , my mother also mentioned it several times, comparing you with me. Later, at a gathering of elders, she brought you and me there, and she wanted you and me to compete in knowledge. "

Memories also appeared in Yu Baishu's eyes:

"Yes, parents are always like this. They like to teach children to fight these boring battles. What kind of knowledge can such young children compare with?"

Ji Pingan said:
"But you didn't have such an attitude at the time. You looked higher than your head, and you almost had the word pride written on your face."

"Really?" You Baishu touched his face and said with a smile, "I don't remember. I just remember that you were very comfortable and cooperative."

Ji Pingan said lightly:

"It doesn't take much effort to act smart and smart outside and earn face for your parents, but the benefits you get when you get home are huge. This is a very cost-effective business."

You Baishu was stunned, then sighed:
"So, you were indeed smarter than me back then, no wonder you defeated me. I was not convinced, so I studied hard at home, trying to regain my face, but you broke into my house and lost me He wanted to drag me to play Cuju. I didn't want to, so you threatened me, so I had no choice but to do it. From then on, I couldn't stop. You came to me every day, either to play football or to sneak around. , horse racing, and playing some weird chess and cards..."

Ji Pingan said:
"Every time you come out, you look reluctant, as if I disturbed your study, but when you play, you are very relaxed."

Yu Baishu's eyes widened and he asked innocently:

"Isn't it disturbing? You are clearly using a strategy to deliberately lure me into fun, so that you can keep me under control."

Ji Ping'an shook his head and said, "It's just because you are more mature than other young people."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The rain outside the bookstore was getting heavier, and the lanterns were shaking more violently.

Brief silence.

Ji Pingan suddenly said:
"I have also inquired about you over the years, but I don't know much. I only know that Confucianism is unified in the imperial court, hundreds of schools of thought have been dismissed, and calligraphers are living a very bad life."

Yu Baishu also suppressed his smile and said with a bitter smile:
"More than bad? The battles between hundreds of families were bloody and cruel, and the price of defeat was extremely huge, which many people could not imagine. My calligraphy family has already made a plan. At least I am still alive. Many other families have been completely cut off and have been destroyed. Completely erased.”

Ji Ping'an asked back: "Like my family?"

Yu Baishu was silent for a moment and nodded:

"Back then, I heard that your family was accused of treason, and I was very worried. However, the matter was a huge commotion in the court at that time, involving too many forces, and it was also an extremely critical time for the contention of a hundred schools of thought.

I wanted to find out more information, but my grandfather was worried that I would get burned, so he drew a circle and locked me in the house for several months. When I came out, the case was settled.After a long time, I vaguely heard that you might still be alive. "

Ji Pingan nodded, his tone calm:

"understand."

You Baishu shook his head and said:

"It's a pity that my grandfather has been reading all his life, but he has never clearly understood the big book of the world. How can it be possible for me to hide from these people while being in a situation where I can really stay away from it?
Things in your family seem to be the beginning. After that, the old emperor's actions became more frequent, and the struggle between hundreds of schools of thought also ushered in a turning point.

After the rise of Confucianism, it began to clean up hundreds of schools of thought. My grandfather tried his best to support it, but in the end he was unable to resist the general trend.Up to now, my You family has long existed in name only. Except for some side branches still scattered in the world, I am the only one left in the main family. "

Ji Ping'an said: "Me too."

The fate of two people seems to be like two lines that intersect and separate, and finally intersect again.

The lid of the pot on the table was lifted up, making a whistle sound, and water vapor overflowed, as if urging something.

Yu Baishu suddenly sighed and said:

"You shouldn't be here today."

Ji Pingan smiled and said:

"Why? Because this is a trap laid out? Because my pursuit of the enemy's whereabouts has long been exposed? Because this neighborhood has long been secretly blocked, and now there are a large number of warriors hiding in the rain, holding magic weapons and crossbows to slowly narrow the encirclement? Or is it? Because...you were ordered to come and kill me today?"

"Wow!"

The spout of the teapot on the fire spurted out a straight stream of white air. Yu Baishu's young but weathered face froze suddenly, showing the great shock in his heart.

In real history, Ji Ping'an didn't know about this situation at the moment, but this was an illusion, so he already knew everything that would happen next.

Yu Baishu lost his voice and said: "You know everything?!"

Ji Ping'an looked indifferent, raised his hand to remove the teapot in front of him from the flame, and then filled two cups respectively. With the steam rising, he said without waiting for the other party to explain:

"Is it because my enemy found you? He wanted to kill me, but he felt that it was not safe to just send those soldiers. He also needed someone with a high enough level of cultivation to take charge. Does he know about our relationship?

He must have known that, but he still chose you, maybe because he wanted to see me being killed by my best friend when I was here, which would be particularly painful, or maybe it was the bad taste of the big shot, like putting two crickets together. Fighting in a box, what could be more interesting than watching enemies turn against each other?

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, I want to use this incident to confirm whether you, the successor of the calligraphy family, have really accepted your fate, obeyed, and surrendered to him...

The Confucians may be willing to let hundreds of families live, but the big shots in the dynasty are also covetous of these suppressed spiritual masters. So, this is a good opportunity to verify their loyalty, and he should have promised you benefits. "

Yu Baishu was silent. At this moment, he looked at his childhood best friend who had a calm expression in front of him and told everything calmly. A trace of relief suddenly appeared in his eyes:
"You really have changed a lot."

Ji Ping'an said: "You too."

Yu Baishu did not deny it, but nodded happily:

"You are right in your guess. They did promise a number of benefits. As long as I kill you today, those people will promise that the inheritance of our calligraphy family can be continued and we can enter the royal guard...

If I refuse, I will completely wipe out the calligraphy family and completely destroy the hard work of our family over the past hundred years.

They didn't even say it, but one thing I'm sure of is that there must be another order received by those tough soldiers outside, that is, if I don't obey, not only you will die today, but also me. "

Ji Ping'an sighed: "This is the consistent style of those people."

You Baishu leaned forward, suddenly stared at him, and said:

"So, do you hate me?"

Ji Ping'an said: "Why do you want to hate?"

Yu Baishu's voice was urgent: "I want to kill you."

Ji Pingan said lightly:

"But as you said, we haven't seen each other for 100 years. On the one hand, we are just friends in childhood, but on the other hand, it is the inheritance of the family's efforts from generation to generation, and my own life... This multiple-choice question does not take much effort to answer. Use a It’s a very good deal to exchange the life of a friend I haven’t seen for many years for huge benefits.”

He said a similar sentence pattern not long ago.

Now is the second time.

You Baishu looked at him deeply, suddenly laughed and said:

"You're still the same as before. Never changed."

Ji Ping'an asked with sad eyes, "So?" You Baishu smiled even more happily.

At this time, the two of them could already hear the sound of armor clashing outside the bookstore in the wind and rain, as well as the sound of dense footsteps approaching.

If you look down from the air, with this bookstore as the center of the circle, a large number of warriors wearing black armor and holding magic weapons, crossbows and swords are constantly shrinking the encirclement.

"Why are you laughing?" Ji Ping'an asked.

Yu Baishu smiled openly and unabashedly, as if he wanted to spit out the joy of the rest of his life in one breath.

He stood up, suddenly suppressed his smile, and threw a volume of books out of his extra-large sleeves.

Ji Ping'an raised his hand and grabbed it.

Yu Baishu said quickly:

"This is the last inheritance of my calligraphy master. It records the techniques I have accumulated over the years. There are also secret techniques practiced by the calligrapher at the back. There is a piece of paper in the book. It says where your enemy is currently hiding. His hand. There are not many cards in it, and after gathering so many soldiers, there are not many experts around him to protect him, and this is when he is at his weakest."

Ji Ping'an remained silent.

Yu Baishu continued:

"This book is given to you, and you can use the spells in it. I have only one request, to preserve the inheritance of our calligraphers and not let it disappear completely in history. If...if there are still side calligraphers in the future If you see the descendant alive and take care of him, I will be very grateful."

Ji Pingan suddenly said:
"You can kill me and keep it for yourself."

You Baishu shook his head and smiled:
"My grandfather thought this way, and my father thought the same way. As a result, they taught me a lesson with their lives, that is, never believe in the enemy's promises, let alone take any chances. My grandfather and father could not read books that they could understand. I understand."

Ji Ping'an asked back: "Do you think I can do it?"

Yu Baishu smiled brightly, turned around and walked towards the door. A writing brush suddenly flew out of his wide sleeves and turned into an ink-colored spear in the blink of an eye.

You Baishu looked at the densely approaching army outside the drizzle and said:

"I will fight a way out for you. Whether you can escape or not depends on your own abilities."

He walked to the door, suddenly stopped, and said:
"Back then, you always dragged me out of the house by force. Now it's my turn to drag you out."

"treasure."

After saying that, You Baishu looked up to the sky and laughed and went out, his body filled with spiritual energy soaring into the sky.

The scholar carries a house of gold on his back, and a statue of the calligrapher's ancestor rises behind him. Without looking back, he writes one stroke at a time, facing thousands of troops.

The cry of killing rose from the sky and engulfed the entire capital.

Only Ji Pingan was still sitting there, quietly watching the ending that was the same as before.

He knew that in this fight, Yu Baishu died in the military formation, but he broke out of the encirclement and successfully killed his enemy according to the address in the book.

I also owe someone my life.

In the many days and nights that followed, Master Liyang dreamed of this rainy day and regretted his original choice.

Thinking that if he had stayed and died together, it might not be bad.

Ji Ping'an looked at the tea in front of him and suddenly said:

"So, is this reincarnation exam about regrets? Resurface the regrets in my heart and induce me to change and make up for it? It is indeed a good design. If you are a practitioner with a weak mind, you will probably have already Lost, but..."

He said calmly:
"But I know it's all false. The past cannot be undone, but the future can be changed."

The stars have returned, so has Yu Hakushu returned to the world of Kyushu?
Ji Ping'an thought that he had to give this life back.

He snapped his fingers and said, "Let's go."

The surrounding scenery rippled like wrinkles and slowly shattered.

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on the square.

Time is still passing. Because of the magic weapon, the time inside and outside is not the same.

Although in Ji Ping'an's consciousness, this reincarnation did not last long, only a moment, in the eyes of the outside world, it was longer than the first round.

"What's going on? Both of them stopped."

"They must have entered the illusion of Laoshizi again. I don't know what they have experienced."

"But why did it take so long this time? Ji Sichen didn't move?"

"Don't panic, the Buddha girl didn't move either?"

The crowd was talking.

Magistrate Yuhang looked worried and restless, and said:

"Why is it so slow this time?"

Ye Hongling was not surprised and comforted:

"My lords, please don't be impatient. The higher you go up Mount Sumeru, the stronger the power, the deeper the impact on the mind of the practitioner, and the longer it takes. It does not mean that you will definitely encounter trouble."

After hearing this, Magistrate Yuhang felt a little relieved, but still said irritably:
"I don't know what kind of illusion Ji Sichen has experienced. It would be great if he could see it."

Ye Hongling shook her head and said:

"What you don't know, sir, is that the way this Sumeru Mountain instrument creates illusions is similar to music. When you hear sad music, sad memories will naturally arise in your heart. When you hear happy music, you will naturally think of happy memories... Mount Sumeru does not know how to create illusions." Glimpses into the memories of cultivators only affect the minds of the cultivators by emitting power, causing them to fall into the depths of their memories. Therefore, no one can know what happened to them, but they can judge from their expressions."

Magistrate Yuhang widened his eyes and said in confusion:

"But there is no expression on Ji Sichen's face this time..."

Ye Hongling was speechless after hearing this. She was also at a loss and could only say unconfidently:

"Perhaps it's because Ji Sichen's heart is as still as water and his Taoist heart is firm, and external objects cannot affect him in the slightest."

door area.

Yu Yu also stamped his feet irritably:
"How long will it take to do this? He won't fall into it, right?"

The Master of Sanqing Monastery comforted her: "Don't be anxious, Saint. Maybe there will be a turn for the better later."

As he said this, his hand still holding the fly whisk turned white with force, which meant that this elder of the sect was not as calm as he said.

At this moment, a cry suddenly broke out from the crowd:
"Move! Move!"

Xue Ji looked up and saw Ji Ping'an in the scroll suddenly taking steps and continuing to go up the mountain road. She couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Next to him, the little fat man Fang Shijie also quietly let go of his little hand and said with a smile:
"I said I can't help him. Now the pressure is on Buddhism."

Sure enough, as Ji Ping'an took the lead in getting rid of reincarnation, the originally calm Buddhists suddenly couldn't sit still and stared at Liuli in the scroll.

Unfortunately, Liuli was wearing a bamboo hat and covering her face, so she couldn't see the changes in her expression and couldn't judge the situation.

"The first...Buddha girl..." the guardian of the courtyard looked nervous:

"She really hasn't moved yet? Instead, she's slower than that Ji Ping'an?"

The head of Bodhidharma Academy said nothing, stared at the scroll, and did not answer, but his heart gradually became uneasy:

Liuli Bodhisattva, what happened to you?
……

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Inside Mount Sumeru.

After Liuli easily escaped from her first reincarnation, she continued to move forward along the mountain path.

Until the mist filled her eyes again and enveloped her, Liuli's heart couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Remembering Mount Sumeru's second reincarnation is a reappearance of the monk's unforgettable regret..."

Liuli couldn't help but feel nervous, her toes curled up, worried about falling into some memory related to that man.

At this time, the fog finally dispersed, and she finally saw the surrounding scene clearly.

……

I overestimated myself again... The outline I originally prepared was only half written. .

(End of this chapter)