The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 292 Let’s take a look at the official road to the fog ghost (please subscribe)
"It's Beiling."

At the round table in the inn, Huang Chen, a tall man with a beard and a calm temperament, took out a breath, glanced at the young and energetic faces, and said:
"We will set off after you have recovered from your injuries. This will be considered as entering the boundary of Lanzhou. After passing Beiling County, the terrain ahead will become flat, and entering Yuhang will be just around the corner."

Hearing the word "Yuhang", the young star officials were shocked.

Just combined with the injuries on their bodies and their pale faces, the momentum is not very strong.

Three months ago, a group of people set out from the divine capital and headed south to start their experience. They have experienced a lot.

Because it was an experience rather than a rush, the team walked very slowly. Especially since Huang Chen was also tasked with "looking for reborn persons", especially "looking for traces of the national master", the pace was even slower.

Everywhere he went, he inquired for information, and killed some evil monks. He was also misled many times by clues, and he fetched water from a bamboo basket.

It was not without gain, as we also managed to find two reborns, but neither of them were big shots.

Considering the inconvenience of following him, he simply ordered Jianzhuang to take the two of them back to the divine capital.The group continued southward.

Not long ago, traces of the reborn were discovered, but when they pursued them, they encountered a powerful monster.

Even Huang Chen, a well-situated star officer, led the team. They all suffered a lot and killed the enemy. However, the boys and girls were collectively injured and temporarily rested here.

"We are finally entering Lanzhou, and we can meet up with Ji Ping'an and the others then." Lin Qin said with a smile.

This girl from the water courtyard who had expressed her affection for Ji Ping'an many times had gone through many experiences, and her temperament seemed to have changed, her fragility diminished.

Zhao Xinghuo, a tall and thin young man with a temper similar to that of the Huoyuan Warden, was lazily twirling his fingers. A fireball flew deftly between his finger bones. He extinguished the flame with a "pop" and said:
"I don't know what the situation is like in Yuhang. It must be very chaotic. I don't know if the plague in Sanhuang County has recovered."

Wang Xian's eyes were sharp. The genius of Jinyuan who was "second on the list" glanced at him and said:
"The prisoner is in Yuhang, how can anything happen?"

In the corner, Shi Hao didn't say a word. The Tuyuan boy was silent as always, and now he slowly spoke:
"I wonder how strong Ji Ping'an is."

Everyone looked at each other in shock. The last time the two parties communicated was after the Gu insect disaster.

Ji Ping'an chatted privately with Luo Huaizhu through Taoist scriptures and briefly communicated the news.

"How long has it been since the Gu worm incident? It hasn't been many days, isn't it just broken six? It should be at the solid state." Zhao Xinghuo muttered.

Lin Qin expressed doubts:

"Perhaps he has already broken seven. Even if he has not, he may still be sprinting. He is very fast."

No way... everyone hesitated.

Rationally, I think it should stay at Break Six, but Ji Ping'an's promotion speed is indeed very fast, so it's impossible to say for sure.

However, no one, including Huang Chen, ever thought about the possibility that Ji Ping'an had broken eight.

As for the news of the fight, it was far from coming.

"Can't we just ask Senior Sister Luo?" After arguing for a while, someone said.

Everyone looked at Luo Huaizhu.

Compared with other people, the appearance of the "Taoist" who has gone through many experiences has not changed much. He still has a thin figure, a clean face, messy hair, and dull eyes.

After hearing this, he woke up from his own little world. He was stunned, tilted his head and thought for three breaths, and then took out the Taoist Scripture from the bottom corner of his pocket——

As an offline user all year round, Luo Huaizhu hardly watches the group.

The information contained in the Taoist scriptures cannot be retained for a long time, and it is easy to miss it if you don't read it in time.

She awkwardly clicked on Ji Ping'an's profile picture and asked:
"send what?"

Zhao Xinghuo analyzed rationally:

"We haven't seen each other for such a long time, and the longing for both sides is uncontrollable. Ji Ping'an is alone in Yuhang. He definitely hopes to receive messages of care from us instead of cold inquiries. So in order to highlight the warmth of our big family, I suggest you just send 'I miss you'."

Everyone couldn't help but nod at first, thinking that his analysis made sense. Only when they heard the end did they realize that this guy was causing trouble.

But Luo Huaizhu didn't think much about it at all. He said "oh" and typed:

"I miss you."

Crowd: ...

"Withdraw... withdraw quickly..." Huang Chen held his forehead and reminded him hurriedly.

Luo Huaizhu looked at a Tai Chi pattern that kept turning in circles on the Taoist scriptures and said:
"It doesn't seem like it was sent out."

……

……

"Is the signal bad?"

In a quiet room, Ji Ping'an looked at the Tai Chi pattern slowly turning in circles on the Taoist scriptures, and he was also a little confused. This was a situation he had never encountered before.

But I remember that when he asked about the function of the Dao Sutra, Jiang Jiang mentioned that this communication instrument is not omnipotent. Although the distance is long, the price is that it is susceptible to interference.

Especially between the two parties transmitting messages, if the heaven and earth spiritual elements fluctuate violently, or there are interference sources, there will be problems with message sending being delayed or even "data loss".

"Is it because the changes in the spiritual elements of heaven and earth are becoming more and more intense?" Ji Ping'an thought thoughtfully.

After deciding to go to Beiling and pick up Chen Xuanwu, he tried to contact the Qin Tianjian team heading south.

The original plan was that if the opponent was closer, they could contact Chen Xuanwu in advance to avoid being attacked by other forces.

"Isn't it possible?" The God-Emperor stood nearby, standing on tiptoes and trying to stretch his neck to see.

Ji Pingan shook his head and said:
"The Dao Jing message is blocked, that's all. Get ready and we'll set off as soon as possible."

The fight is over. Although there are still some aftermath matters, Xin Yaoguang has not returned yet, and the old supervisor is also stationed in Yuhang.

Ji Ping'an had nothing to do. He could leave in time and avoid the trouble caused by the spread of his fame.

"Just in time to go out and avoid the limelight."

They did whatever they thought of and immediately started packing their bags.

Ji Ping'an decided to leave Huang He and Mu Yaoyao to look after the house this time, considering it was a reunion with old friends.

In addition, Yu Yu was still at Sanqing Temple, so he and the God Emperor joined the three Chen family scholars on the road.

Although it is a longer journey by speedboat, if everything goes well, it will only take a few days to pick them up.

……

The next morning.

When the morning sun of autumn shines on the earth, the whole city seems to be still immersed in the afterglow of yesterday's battle.

Early in the morning.

The owner of the calligraphy and painting shop next door held a large pile of blank scrolls, and together with a large number of neighbors carrying all kinds of messy things, as well as their relatives, hundreds of people blocked the door of Yijingzhai.

When Huang He opened the store door, he was shocked:

"What are you doing?"

The owner of the calligraphy and painting shop smiled:

"Is Ji Sichen up? What? I have admired him for a long time and want to ask him to inscribe and sign for us."

The neighbor next to him ruthlessly exposed his thoughts:
"You just want to take advantage of Ji Sichen's inscription and sell it for money."

"It's, it's, shameless."

"We are simply grateful to Ji Sichen for winning glory for us and defeating the monk."

"This is a homemade pancake. Ji Sichen has a try."

Amid the commotion, the calligraphy and painting shop owner's face turned red.

Holding a pile of scrolls, he blocked the door and kept talking about difficult words such as "elegant", "culture" and "vulgar". There was a happy atmosphere inside and outside the shop.

Huang He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he cupped his hands and said:

"My young master has already gone out for a wander before dawn."

……

...The autumn wind is rustling and the grass is undulating.

Gray clouds gathered on the horizon in the distance. The vegetation on the ground along the way was decayed, showing a mixture of brown and green. There were even yellowing leaves swirling in the wind.

Ji Ping'an and his party went north along the official road.

Although the practitioner is not afraid of the cold, in order to avoid attracting attention, he still puts on a slightly thicker robe and disguises his appearance to a certain extent, but he is still dressed as a Taoist priest.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Ji Ping'an heard a sneeze and glanced at the puppet next to him from the corner of his eye.

This time the puppet was dressed as a young knight, and he was still carrying a huge yellow pear wood book box behind him.

The God-Emperor's body is curled up in the book box, and his soul is connected to the puppet, acting outside.

As if aware of his gaze, the God-Emperor, who was walking as a puppet, had an expressionless face and turned to look at the third person next to him:
"Are you cold?"

It was a book boy in green clothes with an ordinary appearance.

This person rubbed his nose and his cheeks were slightly red. He trembled when he heard the words and muttered:
"No...thank you for your concern, hero. I'll be fine."

It had been a few days since they left Yuhang. The three of them first took a boat and headed north along the Grand Canal. After arriving in Beiling County, the three of them landed but did not rent any horses.

Considering that the distance was not far, we simply walked to the town where Chen Xuanwu was.

Yes, the "Chen family" that Chen Xuanwu lived in all his life was a rural gentry. Although he had a shop in the county town, his house was in a town outside the county town.

The town is also called "Chen Family Town", a typical local clan.

The Chen family was born as a merchant, but later the children changed their status by marrying the daughter of an official family, became qualified for the scientific examination, and also raised one or two scholars.

Then by spending money to operate, it gradually became a large and prestigious clan in Beiling.

In this life, Chen Xuanwu's identity is that of the younger generation of the Chen family.

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his family still wanted to provide him with a martial arts champion, but his progress in martial arts was extremely slow.

A few months ago, he accidentally hit his head while out hunting and fell into a coma. When he woke up, he seemed to have enlightened himself, and his martial arts cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.

These information all come from the book boy who came to deliver the letter.

According to what he said, it was the young master who repeatedly told him to go out and deliver the letter without telling his family, but other than that, he didn't know anything else.

Ji Ping'an was going to pick up his old brother, so of course he had to take this book boy with him. They made contact with him along the way, and the cowardly book boy also left a stereotype on these two "Qintian Prison" masters:

The Taoist priest dressed in a blue robe was very gentle. He had the air of a scholar, but his temperament was more ethereal and mysterious than any scholar he had ever seen.

As for the hero who carries a bookcase all day long, he always has an expressionless and fierce look on his face, which makes him a little scared.

"It's okay, you're frozen like this."

The God-Emperor was cursing. He had been in charge of the army for half his life, and he was angry at the cowardly young man like Shutong.

The book boy felt aggrieved and did not dare to say anything.

Ji Ping'an smiled, suddenly flicked his fingers and said:
"The further north you go, the stronger the autumn mood and the colder the weather, which is normal."

The book boy suddenly felt a warm current flowing through his body, and a furnace seemed to appear in his lower abdomen. His whole body felt hot and comfortable, and he couldn't help but look at Ji Ping'an with gratitude and wonder.

I deeply feel the wonder of "immortal magic".

"Thank you, Immortal Master," he thanked him first, and then said with some confusion:
"But this year's autumn feels particularly cold. Although our Beiling is not as warm as Yuhang, it is not too far north after all. We haven't completely entered Zhongzhou yet. It was not so cold in previous years. I don't know what happened this year. Maybe it's the earth evil. .”

"Earth evil?" God Emperor asked doubtfully.

The book boy hurriedly explained:

"It's the evil spirit in the ground. It's an old saying among the people here in Beiling. It is said that hundreds of years ago, when the monsters in the west fought with us, this area used to be an ancient battlefield, and many powerful immortals died, as well as There are more monsters and ghosts in the mountains.

In some special months and years, the evil spirit of corpses and bones in the ground will come out of the ground, and there will be more ghosts and ghosts in the surrounding area. We call this evil spirit. "

Ji Ping'an was not surprised.

Regarding this period of history, he can be regarded as a person who has experienced it.

At that time, the demon tribe once invaded the hinterland of the Central Plains, and the flood in Qiantang was the most massive battle to destroy a city.

But the main ones who died were ordinary humans.If there were many casualties among the monks, it was the battle that took place in Beiling.

At that time, the human monks headed by the "Tao Alliance" fought with the powerful monsters, breaking the magic weapons and killing and injuring countless powerful people.

This is also the origin of the place name "Beiling". Later, people cleaned up the battlefield and called this place "the mausoleum of humans and monsters."

However, the so-called "disha" is purely a folk fabrication.

In Ji Ping'an's view, it is actually the disturbance and gathering of spiritual elements from heaven and earth.

So many powerful people died in Beiling, which affected the surrounding feng shui, and became a unique "energy field" where spiritual elements cycle.

Now that the world is recovering, it is not surprising that the spiritual elements in Beiling are violently disturbed, thus affecting the climate.

However, the "ghosts" mentioned by the book boy are not false.

This is probably due to the gathering of many remnant souls that were annihilated in the past. As a result, the souls of the people on this land will dissipate more slowly after death.

"Hmm, could it be that this area is the one that interfered with the transmission of the Taoist Scriptures?" Ji Ping'an suddenly realized something.

The God-Emperor's focus is on another area: "Are there many ghosts? Does the government not care?"

The book boy sighed and said:
"The Taoist Immortal Master rarely leaves the county. Unless it is a big event, he will show up. As for the occasional sneakiness in our countryside, we still have to rely on the experts on Brokeback Mountain to take action."

"What mountain did you say?" Ji Ping'an was stunned for a moment.

The book boy wondered:
"Brokeback Mountain is a mountain top where experts live. There is a Sanjiang Pavilion on it. It is called a 'Pavilion', but it is actually a sect. There is a huge willow tree on the mountain. It is still green in winter. This There are some immortal masters in Sanjiang Pavilion who often go down the mountain to eradicate evil spirits, and they are very famous here."

The big willow tree... that's it... Ji Ping'an remembered something.

Something stirred in my long-term memory, and I sighed in my heart:

Has that little willow tree developed into a sect back then...

The God-Emperor didn't feel much about this.

In his opinion, the so-called Sanjiang Pavilion is nothing more than some small and inconspicuous local cultivation sects.

An existence that is completely opposite to the behemoths like the five major sects.

As the God Emperor, he could not pay attention to the small forces.

"Hey, have you ever felt that it's getting darker and darker around you?"

Suddenly, the God Emperor said doubtfully, "It seems to be foggy."

I saw that at some point, a faint mist filled the mountain road, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be covered with a dirty filter.

"No, it's the mist demon." The book boy in green suddenly remembered something, his face changed, he stretched his neck and saw a ruined temple in front of him, and said hurriedly:

"Hurry up, let's hide in the temple first."

With that said, the little book boy ran straight towards the ruined temple. Although Ji Ping'an and the God Emperor were confused, they still followed.

Soon, the three of them entered the ruined temple and found that the place had been abandoned for a long time, but the ground was not dirty and there were obvious signs of cleaning.

There are also some firewood and branches piled in the corner, and it seems that people coming and going take a rest from time to time.

The green-clothed scholar gasped for air, turned to look outside the temple, and found that in just this short time, the fog had become noticeably thicker.

He quickly walked to the firewood and wanted to light a fire.

Ji Ping'an looked interesting and was about to ask when his ears suddenly moved and he turned to look outside the temple, only to see three horses running towards him in the mist.

Three people immediately.

There are two men and one woman. One of the men is wearing a Confucian shirt and a Confucian crown, and is carrying a book box. He seems to be a scholar.

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