The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 326: Long time no see, Zhang Sengyao ([-] words, please subscribe)
The Capital of Gods, in the Silent Garden.

The picture painted by Wei Huayang has reached the final stroke. The so-called "painting is like a human being" means that different painters' personalities will be reflected in the temperament of the painting and even the style of the entire process.

Like Wei Huayang, the brush strokes are sharp and majestic. Even though she is a woman, there is a hint of roaring waves in the brush strokes, which is majestic.

The hand holding the pen barrel was like holding a big gun, it was so hard that it finally broke with a "click"!
The tip of the pen stained with ink was like a sharp spear tip, grazing Chen Daoling's temples. With a "click" sound, it penetrated into the red lacquered wooden pillar of the corridor, and it penetrated three-thirds of the way!

"Headmaster?" Chen Daoling was stunned for a moment, catching Wei Huayang's sudden change.

She looked puzzled, wondering what could have caused her to be so distracted.

A little gold dust lit up between Wei Huayang's brows, and he seemed to be seeing an invisible picture:
On a mountain peak, an array of flying swords rained down, but the induction from the "Heavenly Way" disappeared in a flash.

"what……"

Wei Huayang raised his head and cast his lacquer-like eyes in the direction of Yuezhou. His broken hair was fluttering and his red dress was swaying gently.

After pondering for a long time, the former first-generation headmaster just shook his head:

"Nothing, I just had a sudden impulse and was a little distracted."

Done.

Wei Huayang dropped half of his pen, lowered his head to admire the scroll in front of him, and suddenly smiled. The wabi-silent garden in the cold winter was as bright as spring.

"Looking for the best framer in the city to frame the painting."

Wei Huayang's red dress was flying, and he was already walking towards the practice place carrying several flying swords.

"Follow the law!"

Chen Daoling bowed in agreement, and after the others left, he carefully walked to the table, raised his eyes and was stunned.

All I saw in the painting were mountains, rivers, and a lonely boat.

There was a swordsman in green shirt on the boat, holding the scabbard of his sword across his hand. The snow-capped mountains in the distance collapsed, as if this single move shook the mountains.

"Zhenren Liyang..."

Chen Daoling slowly read out the identity of the person in the painting, with complex emotions in his eyes.

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Yuezhou is not far to the northwest of Goddess Peak.

On a mountain road, Mo Lin's carriage team was traveling.

There was nothing unusual at first, until the goddesses from the Goddess Peak appeared one after another. Zhang Sengyao, who was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed in the middle car, suddenly woke up from his dream and said in a deep voice:

"parking!"

Then, the "sage of the past" dressed by an ordinary painter turned into an afterimage and flew out. Looking towards the direction of Goddess Peak, his expression became quite exciting.

"Zhang Sheng?"

In the car ahead, the great painter Gao Mingjing hurried out and asked in surprise.

This distance is not far or close to the Goddess Peak, and you can vaguely see the dark clouds in the distance, followed by the flickering of fire.

But can't see the details clearly.

Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun, two Mo Lin geniuses, also opened the curtains and were surprised:
"That's... the Jianghu Yue Girl Station, in the direction of Goddess Peak, right? Why is there such a celestial phenomenon?"

Zhang Sengyao squinted for a moment, his eyes became weirder, and he suddenly said:
"You just wait where you are and I'll go take a look."

Gao Mingjing hurriedly said: "Zhang Sheng, please accompany Gao."

"Okay." Seeing that Zhang Sengyao did not refuse, Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun also hurriedly joined in:

"Let's go too!"

The other painters were also moved.

The corners of Gao Mingjing's mouth twitched and he grimaced:

"Except for Chu Chen and Tong Jun, stay where you are!"

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve and threw out a cyan scroll. It was blank, with only a circle of strange runes drawn around it.

The Mo girl's little head came out of the inkstone at her waist, and she puffed up her cheeks and spat.

Gao Mingjing painted with his fingers, and the appearance of Goddess Peak was quickly sketched on the scroll, and a staircase spread out, leading directly to the outside of the scroll.

Finished drawing!

The scene in the painting was lifelike. Gao Mingjing made a "please" gesture, and Zhang Sengyao happily stepped into the painting.

Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun followed closely behind, followed by Gao Mingjing.

The other disciples held their breath and concentrated, looking enviously at the four more figures appearing in the blue scroll, getting closer and closer to the Goddess Peak.

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On Goddess Peak.

When Ji Ping'an and "Wei Huayang" said the word "go".

The flying swords all over the sky turned downwards at the same time, locking onto the Crown Prince, and while swooping down, they shook off countless sword fires.

There was a loud "boom", and in an instant, endless light and heat engulfed everything, and terrifying air waves swept in all directions with the "Prince" as the center.

Some people from the nearby arena opened their mouths, and in the blink of an eye, they were riddled with holes by the shattering and swirling stones.

More people screamed in exclamation, either lying on the ground and burying themselves in the ground, or being lifted up and thrown far away.

"what--"

Among the remaining strong men, Taoist Zhi suddenly let out a scream.

It turned out that at this moment, not only "Wei Huayang" took action, but one of the other two "goddess" also flashed behind him and gave the unsuspecting paper Taoist a hard blow with his cuff, slamming him into the sword array. Immediately the stabbed body began to bleed.

Even if he tried to turn it into a whirling piece of paper, in the blink of an eye, it was burned up by the sword fire!

"Look at the knife!"

Jiang Chunqiu is truly a tacit comrade-in-arms. He knows the style of the "National Master" very well and can strike out in an instant!

The "Six-Path Stick" was shocked and subconsciously raised the long red stick to resist. The goddess in colorful clothes took the opportunity to flash out and take a look in the mirror in her hand!
Behind Liudao Stick, the second shadow of Jiang Chunqiu holding a "curse weapon" appeared, and he also slashed out.

The monk with the hair was unprepared, and the disciple was torn apart instantly, with wounds so deep that the bones were visible.

The long red stick in his hand was unstable, and Jiang Chunqiu handed it out with a knife, splitting it in half!
"die!"

Wei Qingqing's reaction was a little slow, but she already had the upper hand, and her "painted skin fairy" method was restrained by her.

In the blink of an eye, red light spread behind him, and the evil-looking painted-skin immortal's head without facial features instantly turned into a red lantern, which was gently picked off by Wei Qingqing.

Suddenly, the head rose into the air and blood spurted out from the neck!

The remaining headless body fled in panic, but Master Wuxin took the opportunity to pierce the air sea with his sword, causing him to be seriously injured and dying!

In the blink of an eye, these three masters who were at the same "commander" level as Wei Qingqing were filled with hatred on the spot!

At this time, those reborn people who were hiding among the Jianghu people due to their low strength and who were also members of the human world were already frightened and subconsciously looked up at the prince in the center of the air wave.

I saw that along with the sound of the explosion, the smoke and dust slowly faded away, and the scene ahead gradually became clearer.

Everyone who saw it could not help but have their pupils shrink:
A huge deep pit was blown out of the rubble-strewn mountainous area. In the pit, a long sword stood messily, piercing the ground like a sword tomb.

In the center of the sword pit, there was a charred corpse lying on the ground in the shape of a "big", impaled and nailed to the ground!

The armor on his body was pitch black, but most of it was intact, and the "Zhuguo Sword" in his hand fell aside.

But the body of the handsome middle-aged man was already bloody and motionless.

The next second, there was a "click" in everyone's ears, and the Crown Prince's head, which was burned into a skeleton by sword fire, suddenly cracked open.

An illusory villain wrapped in a lilac air current rose up from the ground and fled into the distance without looking back!

That is the prince’s soul!
If you look carefully, you can still see a spinning star fragment between the villain's eyebrows.

"Want to go?"

Ji Pingan's eyes were indifferent, as if he had been prepared for it. He reached into the bag and grabbed the third white scroll.

But it didn't crush it, but shook it in the wind!
"Whoa!"

The scroll suddenly spread out, and it was completely blank. The next second, a powerful suction force erupted.

The prince, who looked like a villain, was running away frantically. There was no anger and madness in his eyes now, only deep fear and terror.

He didn't even have time to think about who was the author of this goddess, so that as soon as she appeared, she almost beat him to death!

However, not far after escaping, he was pulled by the suction force that erupted from behind, his speed suddenly slowed down, and he was dragged backwards desperately.

"Move mountains...save me..."

From the corner of his eye, the prince saw the Taoist monk moving the mountain, and he opened his mouth to call for help, but the old Taoist priest stood there in shock and backed away in fear.

"Trash! Trash!"

The prince cursed, and he looked at the other members of the world who were scattered around, either lying down or hiding, but those people also stood by and watched.

No matter how much he cursed, he could only be sucked into the blank scroll in despair and futility, and in the blink of an eye, it solidified into a painting on the paper.

"Snapped!"

With a flick of Ji Ping'an's finger, the painting scroll spun wildly, put it away on its own, handed it into his palm, and he stuffed it into the bag.

Immediately he turned his attention to the old man who moved mountains.

The latter didn't hesitate at all. A stream of green smoke shot out from under his feet, and he ordered a group of clay puppets to come forward to stop him. He then fled in the distance!

At this moment, the old Taoist priest's heart was filled with endless fear!

Just one thought:
escape!
Run away!
He didn't understand at all why the situation took a sudden turn for the worse. It was clear that not long ago, there was a powerful force in the world that was gradually expanding and was still discussing how to carve up the beauty on the mountain.

But in the blink of an eye, the Crown Prince, who had great foundations, was hit by a painting so much that his body disintegrated and his soul was imprisoned.

The Paper Taoist, the Six-Path Stick, and the Painted Skin Immortal were all destroyed!
And all this is because of that Ji Ping'an...

Suddenly, a hint of enlightenment emerged in the fleeing Taoist Banshan:
He thought of the Qianyuan Treasure House, of Wei Qingqing's "voting certificate" in Qiantang, of today...

He suddenly realized with hindsight that maybe he could escape, but Ji Ping'an deliberately let him go for fishing.

Thinking of this, the Taoist had hope for life. Perhaps, the other party would let him go this time?

However, he guessed wrong. Ji Pingan looked down at the escaping old man and said:
"Caught alive."

The next second, Wei Huayang's figure flashed in the sky. I don't know what happened. The old Taoist priest seemed to have been severely beaten and rolled back down the mountain.
Bleeding!
As soon as he landed, several figures appeared in front of him:

Wei Qingqing, Master Wuxin, Jiang Chunqiu...

Without any surprise, the old Taoist priest, who was not good at fighting, was besieged by three people. He was punched through the sea of ​​​​qi within a short time, and his limbs were broken by Jiang Chunqiu.

Wei Qingqing raised his hand to outline the runes and imprinted them on his Niwan Palace, sealing off the possibility of his soul escaping.

In the blink of an eye, Master Banshan was covered in blood and fell straight to the ground, becoming a cripple.

Even the perception was blocked, and those clay puppets became motionless, like dead objects!All of the above happened very quickly, almost in just a few breaths, it was all over.

At this time, those Jianghu people who had just been hit by the waves of air finally came back to their senses and saw a scene that made them dumbfounded.

All the masters in the human world who are above the well level will be wiped out.

On the Yue Women's side, only some people were injured.

"The knot... it's over?"

Shangguan Wanrong struggled to get up. She was in severe pain all over her body. Because she was so close to the center, she almost fell apart.

But at this moment, there was only dullness and ecstasy on her face.

The massacre that was supposed to happen today at Goddess Peak did not happen.

Master Wuxin was also unable to recover for a long time, and looked at Ji Ping'an with extremely complicated eyes. She broke through the well that day, thinking she had become a master.

It will never be the same again.

But today I realized what a frog in a well is, and then I felt lucky that I had chosen to join Ji Ping An!

The human world is far more powerful than expected. If Ji Pingan doesn't choose to help them, the fate of all of them will only be worse than the human world.

Wei Qingqing was equally excited. She looked at the prince's body happily, feeling that a great revenge had been avenged. She looked up at the sky, almost shedding tears, and said to herself:
Husband, have you seen that your former enemy finally ended up like this?

Jiang Chunqiu smiled, most calmly, looking like a seasoned veteran.

He just sheathed the knife in his hand, grabbed the mountain-moving Taoist on the ground, and impatiently wanted to take him back for torture and questioning.

He learned from Ji Ping'an that Chen Xuanwu's soul was taken away by this guy, and he still doesn't know where it is now!

"Dangdang!"

Correspondingly, after a brief period of shock among the martial arts warriors who originally belonged to the human world, someone suddenly dropped their weapons first and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

They had lost the courage to resist and chose to surrender.

After one person took the lead, in the blink of an eye, there was a constant banging sound. The warriors squatted down, and some even knelt down.

In the blink of an eye, there were only about 20 people standing on the opposite side, with extremely complicated expressions!
Wei Qingqing came over and explained calmly:

"These are also members of the human world, at the same level as the two men I killed before."

Ji Ping'an understood.

Those who have reached the level of sitting in a well, such as Bai Zhi, Moving Mountain, or others, or who have achieved strength comparable to sitting in a well through some unique means, are all at the "leader" level.

The rest of the reborns are even weaker, most of them are in the Po-Jiu state, and there are even some unlucky ones who are in the Qi-nurturing state.

Although he had arrived before, he was unable to participate in battles above the well level due to lack of strength.

He could only watch the battle like Shangguan Wanrong in the crowd. Until now, the rest seemed to know that they couldn't hide it.

One by one, they were either frightened, closing their eyes and waiting for death, or thinking about ways to survive.

"You should all have heard of my name,"

Ji Ping'an glanced at these people and said calmly:

"I also know that you are all arrogant and may still be dissatisfied in your hearts, but in the world of spiritual practice, the strong are respected. This is a common truth in any era. Just as the talented younger generations crush the older ones, today's people are not inferior to the ancients.

Today, on behalf of Qin Tianjian, I will kill the most evil in the world, but only the first evil. You can make a choice. If you choose to join me, Qin Tianjian, I can spare your life, and I may devote all my efforts to cultivating you in the future.If you don't want to condescend, you can choose to leave. "

This group of nameless reborns looked at each other in confusion.

Brief silence.

The first person stood up, sighed, threw away the weapon in his hand, and said with emotion:
"What Ji Sichen said makes sense. The strong are respected. I am convinced and willing to serve Sichen."

Immediately afterwards, the rest of the reborn people also dropped their weapons one after another, making their attitude clear and surrendering.

No one tried to resist. After all, everyone knew that the so-called "leaving" did not mean leaving the Goddess Peak, but leaving this world...

"very good."

Ji Ping'an was not surprised by this result. This group of people had chosen to seek refuge in the human world, which meant that they were not stubborn people who were absolutely unwilling to surrender.

As for not killing them all, it was because he had no enmity with this group of people at the moment.

There are also many people among them, like Wei Qingqing and Jiang Chunqiu, who simply want to join an organization.

The defeated general can still be pocketed. The national master still has this ambition.

As for how to deal with it after the identity is verified later, there is no rush.

Seeing this, Ji Ping immediately ordered down and ordered Master Wuxin and others to deal with the Jianghu prisoners and clean up the battlefield.

The reborn prisoners were handed over to the management of Wei Qingqing and Jiang Chunqiu.

But just as everyone was getting busy, preparing to clean up the battlefield and deal with the aftermath, suddenly, a sudden change occurred.

The three goddesses in the sky suddenly looked down the mountain at the same time, and Ji Ping'an also turned his head.

"Rumble..."

Amidst the vibrations, the space under the mountain seemed to be torn apart, and a huge picture slowly emerged.

Four figures walked through the painting. They were small at first, but in the blink of an eye they grew larger, stepped out of the painting, and reached the foot of the mountain.

"Meet the enemy!!"

Shangguan Wanrong was shocked. The straightforward heroine's first reaction was that the enemy had not been killed yet, so she subconsciously shouted.

In an instant, the heroines who had just withdrawn their swords from the sword pit were frightened and quickly formed a defensive formation.

Master Wuxin and other powerful men also tightened their heartstrings and once again assumed a posture to face the enemy.

The slightly relaxed atmosphere on the Goddess Peak became tense again.

At this time, as the four people quickly approached, people finally saw their appearance clearly.

"Painter Mo Lin!" Master Wuxin lost her voice.

"And the musician... I remember, that was the female musician who won the Grand Prize in the City of Gods, the genius of Merlin..."

Shangguan Wanrong caught sight of Zhong Tongjun in a plain dress.

At the time of the Grand Prize, she had also joined in the fun to watch the battle.

Wei Qingqing and Jiang Chunqiu were not familiar with the current generation of Mo Lin powerhouses, so they only put on a vigilant posture.

Extremely surprised:

This place is already far away from Qingzhou, why did the powerful Molin appear?

Moreover, the Crown Prince should have made sure that there were no other forces around before taking action...

Unless this group of people is temporarily passing through Qingzhou, so it is not in the prince's plan.

"What should I do? These people are not attracted by the goddesses you just created, right?"

Jiang Chunqiu looked nervous and came over to ask in a low voice.

Ji Ping'an also frowned. The scene in front of him was not in the result of his original horoscope deduction.

In particular, as the four of them approached, he was somewhat surprised to find that almost all of them were familiar faces.

The silver-haired Gao Mingjing, the dragon-painting Qu Chuchen, the flute-playing Zhong Tongjun...

There was only one exception. He had never seen it before, but he could walk among the four people and was faintly located in the C position, which made him feel moved.

At this time, the four people who came up the mountain could not hide their shock.

Especially the three masters and disciples of Gao Mingjing, they first saw the devastation on the mountain. Judging from the traces of the battle, it looked like a battle at the level of "watching the sky".

can produce results.

Then, they saw the three goddesses still standing in the sky, and they were moved again. Although they didn't expect their origins for a while, how could they not be shocked by the figures in the painting of this level?

He was even a little confused. Could it be that Master Mo Lin was present?

But all this confusion turned into astonishment and disbelief when he saw clearly the man in the green shirt who looked like a leader in the middle of the crowd.

"Ji Pingan?!"

"Ji Sichen!"

"Why are you here?"

Gao Mingjing's eyes almost popped out of his head. After the snow disaster in Yuhang, Mo Lin was also very concerned about the movements there, although it was impossible to understand it as accurately as the forces present.

But through clues, they also realized that the connection between Ji Ping'an and the Imperial Master of Zhou Dynasty might be deeper than everyone imagined.

Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun immediately tried to contact Ji Ping'an through the "Tao Jing Pagination".

But the Taoist scriptures fell silent, and no matter what they sent, they all fell into the sea. Ji Ping'an seemed to have disappeared in front of everyone.

Under such circumstances, the other party suddenly appeared here and took control of the Molin scroll. It seemed that he had just ended a fight at the sky-viewing level...

How can this not make them confused?
When Zhang Sengyao heard this name, he raised his eyebrows and looked up at the three "Pictures of the Goddess" that he had drawn by himself when he was at his peak, feeling suddenly enlightened.

No wonder, from so far away, I felt familiar...

It turns out that the "Picture of the Goddess" that was given to the Taoist sect, somehow ended up in the hands of Qin Tianjian, and was passed on to the disciples of this so-called "Great Zhou Guoshi"...

When Zhang Sengyao died, the Imperial Master was still conquering the world, and the gap between the two sides was too great. At that time, the Imperial Master had not yet entered the eyes of the "Painting Sage".

"interesting."

The corners of Zhang Sengyao's mouth raised, looking at the three goddesses in the sky, he suddenly raised his hand to grab them, and invisible power filled the air.

The next second, Ji Pingan clearly noticed that his control over the three goddesses was rapidly weakening!
It seems that there is some kind of power that is trying to take away the control power of the goddess!
As we all know, once Mo Lin's scroll is released, it will only be controlled by the person who crushes the scroll, just like a chick that breaks its shell and will treat the first person it sees as its parent.

There is only one exception!
That’s up to the painter to fight for it!

Just like the current situation, although the three pictures of goddesses were crushed and released by Ji Ping'an, they were painted by Zhang Sengyao himself.

Therefore, Zhang Sengyao can use this connection to try to fight for control!

"Could it be..."

Ji Ping'an was startled at first, and then a flash of lightning suddenly flashed through his heart.

His eyes suddenly brightened, staring intently at the young painter in front of him who was wearing a dusty, dirty, ink-stained robe and carrying a bag full of scrolls. He had an ordinary appearance but a vague temperament that he had seen before.

Reconnecting with Gao Mingjing's respectful gesture... a name was already in his mind:

Zhang Sengyao!
"It's you!"

Ji Ping'an's heart was filled with ripples, and memories of Li Yang emerged.

In his memory, hundreds of years ago, he walked around the world with him and was obsessed with painting. The little painter, the light bulb, later faced the crisis of the sect’s collapse. In one day, he smashed the paintings accumulated over a century, released the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and became a saint on the spot. My friend, the figure gradually overlaps with the person in front of me.

Long time no see...Zhang Sengyao...Ji Pingan felt joy and emotion in his heart.

The word "fate" is really true and wonderful.

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