The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 332 Seizing the Sword (Please subscribe)

When the courtyard door was pushed open, Master Baoqing had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of uneasiness in his heart.

I always feel that Ji Ping'an and his friends are here to support us, not just to do a business, but more like they are going to do something big.

When the courtyard door was pushed open, Fan Ju, who was carrying a wooden box on his back, floating in his apricot-yellow robes, and with murderous intent in his smile, burst into the door, and her heart felt strangely calm.

It was like a big stone that had been hanging in the air suddenly fell to the ground, and he consciously found the real purpose of Ji Ping'an and others' coming here.

However, the guests who had not dispersed in the venue were only shocked.

"Daomen inspection..."

I don’t know who was the first to utter these four words, like a stone thrown into a lake, causing a storm.

As a local snake, people in the world of Yuezhou have seen portraits of Daomen elders even if they have not seen him in person.

Someone immediately recognized the identity of the intruding Taoist priest.

At first, he was surprised and didn't understand why such a big shot suddenly visited this place.

But then, Fan Ju's arrival was quickly linked to Ji Ping'an and the others.

For a moment, people's faces changed slightly. Although they didn't know the inside story, they were complaining faintly, and there was a sense of panic that they were accidentally involved in the storm.

"Master..."

The young man with short hair who was carrying a medicine box was originally enjoying himself for getting "Snow Lotus", but now he paused and wanted to say something.

However, the old doctor quickly covered his mouth, took a few steps away, and secretly glared at the silly disciple, indicating with his eyes:

Don't show your presence when you shouldn't!

But he couldn't help but look over.

Wait for the follow-up.

The other old Jianghu people also stepped back tacitly, and for a while, everyone tacitly ceded the center of the courtyard to both parties.

Huddle in the corner and act like a transparent person.

Like the ebb of the sea water, the blue and black rocks are exposed.

Several Taoist priests, led by Fan Ju, seemed to be encircling them and immediately locked onto the three of them.

"Hey, when did Inspector Fan come to Xu County? Why did he come to our Baoqingfang? It's really brilliant..."

In eerie silence.

Master Baoqingfang suddenly broke the situation with a smile.

This woman, who seemed to be dressed in dirty clothes when she first appeared, actually showed amazing courage at this time. She seemed to ignore the almost solid atmosphere in the air and greeted her warmly with a smile.

With a stylized smile on his face, Ji Ping'an couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Fan Ju smiled:
"I'm passing by the local area, so I just stopped by to take a look. These are..."

When he spoke, he never took his eyes away from Ji Ping'an and the others.

Master Baoqingfang's beautiful face was startled. As smart as she was, she immediately realized that these words were [-]% false, but she didn't show any signs of it on her face:

"This is a guest from the shop..."

Fan Ju waved his hand and interrupted her:

"I'm asking about your true identity."

Master Baoqingfang looked embarrassed and forced a smile:
"You know the rules here, but you won't check the identity of the guests."

Fan Ju said "Oh" and suddenly his expression became cold:

"According to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, transactions involving cultivation materials must be registered in a register to clearly identify the transactions."

Hearing these words, everyone present felt their hearts sink, realizing that the person who came here was not evil.

This regulation does exist in the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it is within the jurisdiction of the state religion.

But in fact, in the past few hundred years, except for the last period of the founding of the People's Republic of China, enforcement has been quite strict.

In the following years, unless it was in important places such as Shendu, other transactions in the world such as Baoqingfang were actually not followed.

The state religion has always turned a blind eye.

Because this kind of thing cannot be banned, it is better to block it than to open it up. If it is really strictly observed, it will only force this kind of transaction from the public to the underground, and it will be inconvenient to govern.

This has long been acquiesced by all parties.

But at this moment, Fan Ju held the big stick high, with obvious intentions.

Sure enough, the next second, he changed the topic, looked at Ji Ping'an, and said:
"In accordance with the laws of Dazhou, please register a few people to verify their identities."

Ji Pingan, who had been silent since the other party entered the door, suddenly smiled. His words with a hoarse voice and smile made the atmosphere in the courtyard condense again:
"What if we don't want to?"

What if you don't want to?

These few words were sonorous and powerful, and everyone's expressions changed slightly.

so rigid?
A group of onlookers were numb. As local snakes, they either came from aristocratic families or sects, and were inextricably linked to the imperial court.

To most people, he is a "powerful" figure.

But with their status, facing the "immortal envoy" who patrols the world on behalf of the Taoist sect is still no different than a firefly to the sun.

This is why when Fan Jufu showed up, they put their tail between their legs and pretended to be transparent.

During the previous transaction, they had guessed the origins of the three people and felt that it was not simple, but no matter how overestimated they were, they never expected that this "old Taoist priest" would not give them any face.

When did such a fierce man appear in the world?

"Bold! You and others..."

Behind Fan Ju, a group of monks represented by the handsome Taoist priest were furious.

Yuezhou Daomen has been tracking "Human World" for a long time. Although they failed to destroy its core, they have a lot of information.

For example, the appearance and identity of some of the key figures.

"Taoist who moves mountains" is on this list, and Wei Qingqing is also on the list...

This is also the reason why Fan Ju arrived directly and locked the three people on the spot.

As an orthodox member of the state religion, I came to arrest a group of "evils from the previous dynasty". Instead of being afraid, the other party had such an attitude. How could I not be angry?
However, Fan Ju raised his hand to stop the disciple behind him from yelling and scolding. The elegant-looking Taoist narrowed his eyes and said with a smile:

"I'm afraid I can't help but if you don't want to!"

As he said this, the Taoist inspector suddenly raised his hand and patted it in the air!
"laugh--"

With a slight friction sound, a dark brown wooden sword in the wooden sword box unsheathed on his back.

It is only one-third of the length of a normal sword, and it belongs to the ranks of Taoist flying swords.

Just when the flying sword was unsheathed, it did not turn into thunder and slash out. Instead, it slowly spun in a circle and finally floated in front of Fan Ju.

The elder raised his robe sleeve and pushed it gently with his finger.

In full view of everyone, this solid wood flying sword slowly stabbed Ji Ping'an!
Its speed is not fast, it can even be called "turtle crawling"!
It is very different from people's impression of flying swords that are as fast as lightning.

However, when this "Slow Sword" was handed out, the sky suddenly darkened, and there was an illusory wellhead spinning faintly around Fan Ju.

Everyone in the hospital was suffocated and unable to move.

At this moment, everyone present was locked by the Qi machine, and their whole bodies were trembling, as if if they dared to move even half a minute, they would be struck by a furious wave.

"Medicine King"'s shoulders sank and his face turned red. He was in the corner, but it seemed as if what he saw in front of him was not two opposing sides, but a turbid tornado.

During the previous transaction, the chubby middle-aged man who was joking and joking had his joints crackling and his energy was flowing around his body subconsciously.

His face twitched and his heart was horrified, thinking to himself that this is the legendary Taoist elder Fan Ju's unique skill "Slow Sword"?
The owner of Baoqingfang, who was even closer, felt as if Mount Tai was overwhelming him.

In her eyes, when Fan Ju handed over the wooden sword, it seemed as if the sky collapsed, the surrounding scenery began to distort, and all sounds were erased. "All Taoist sects are famous for their 'fast swords'. It's like flying swords have no other benefits except being fast. But I don't think so. The real way of swordsmanship is not in the weapon itself, but in the use of 'power' to suppress people.

Swift as lightning is the power of heaven, slow and heavy is the power of earth.

The former seeks speed, but has shortcomings. Only extreme performance can defeat the enemy. The latter does not compete with speed and takes advantage of the general trend of the world.

When I draw my sword, it is as slow as a turtle, but my opponent is like an insect caught in a spider's web. Any space for escape and counterattack is blocked. The only way to go is to bear it head-on. This is my way of swordsmanship! "

At that time, Fan Ju, who was still a Pojiu cultivator, was still studying in the Qingyun Palace in the divine capital. He watched the turtles hunt after the rain and understood and developed the "Slow Sword", which became a good story in the spiritual world in the past ten years.

Even Xin Yaoguang gave a rare public praise. This was a story that many people in the world had heard, but they never expected that one day they would be able to witness it with their own eyes.

At this moment, Master Baoqing was filled with awe and worry.

If they were just ordinary guests, and the Taoist elders came to lock them up, she would just cooperate fully. However, Ji Ping'an was carrying a black wooden sign, and she couldn't help but worry at this time.

In her opinion, even though Ji Ping'an and the others are extremely wealthy, they cannot stop the Taoist "immortal envoys" from suppressing them.

However, when she looked at the three people in a hurry, she was stunned.

I saw that these three mysterious guests, including the "old Taoist priest" who headed them, were not panicked at all.

Jiang Chunqiu, who looked like a beggar with a big beard, silently held the handle of the sword, commenting in his mind that this sword was not bad.

"trouble……"

Wei Qingqing's eyebrows stood up. She felt that she was a "good person" now. Should a good person be pointed at with a sword?

When the sea of ​​​​qi boils, he is ready to open up his territory and light his own red lantern.

However, Ji Ping'an took action first. When Fan Ju took out the wooden sword, disguised as a "Mountain Moving" Taoist, his eyes showed a trace of strange color.

At this time, he saw the wooden sword gradually approaching, the gray Taoist robe on his body was shaking, and the golden needles in the feng shui plate around his waist were spinning wildly.

Ji Ping'an just raised a finger and gently pressed it on the tip of the wooden sword in full view of everyone.

There was no earth-shattering roar of gold and iron, no waves of air sweeping around, or gorgeous explosions.

When Ji Ping'an pointed out that he was full of majestic spiritual elements, the illusory wellhead around him flashed away.

Then, the sword that held the power of heaven and earth suddenly turned into rain.

The tiger turned into a sheep, its sharpness and thickness disappeared, and the kendo energy that locked the entire courtyard disappeared silently.

The wooden sword that Fan Ju brought out from the Daomen Hidden Sword Pavilion was said to be a wooden sword made by "Zhenren Liyang" when he was on the run.

Like a child who had been away from home for countless years, he smelled his master's scent again and moved toward Ji Ping'an affectionately and excitedly.

So, under the watchful eyes of all.

Everyone only saw the wooden sword suddenly flying around the "old Taoist priest" three times, and then easily caught in Ji Ping'an's hand.

"This sword is not bad." Ji Ping'an commented.

I don’t know whether it’s the wooden sword itself or Fan Ju’s “slow sword” which is very famous in the world of Kyushu cultivation.

quiet!
At this moment, the originally solemn courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

No one expected that this extremely powerful sword would be caught by this "old Taoist priest" like this, as if there was no fireworks whatsoever.

Casual, indifferent, comfortable.

The impact this scene had on the hearts of the spectators was far more shocking than the hundreds of rounds of actual fighting between the two sides.

"Just...take it?"

The old doctor's shoulders relaxed and he looked confused. This was completely different from what he expected.

"The Taoist inspection, the elder-level 'stunt', ended like this? What happened?"

The local bigwigs in Yuezhou stood dumbly, their heads half-turned: Is this a bit childish?

"This is... this is..."

The charming face of Master Baoqing was dull. She was the closest and saw all the details completely.

She knew how terrifying this sword was, and because of this, Ji Ping'an's method of resolving it was like seeing a ghost.

And then, an even more horrifying thought arose:
If you want to seize the flying sword of the "Dao Sect Elder" so easily, doesn't it mean that the opponent's cultivation level far exceeds Fan Ju?
Could it be that...he is a great monk of "Guan Tian"? !
At this time, the menacing Taoist camp led by Fan Ju was more shocked than others.

"Master... this..."

The handsome little Taoist priest stammered and looked at his master.

But he found that his aura was fully activated, and Fan Ju, who originally looked like he was in control of the overall situation, now had a smile on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.

As the master of the flying sword, of course he could sense that the moment the "Taoist who moved mountains" took action, he lost control of his own flying sword!
And the sword that was originally full of confidence did not produce any results.

impossible!
How can it be!

absurd!

Shocked!

Unbelievable... At this moment, the inspector's mind was in a state of confusion. This was completely different from the description of the "mountain-moving Taoist" in the information.

Why is the other party so strong? !
As a genius of the previous generation, Fan Ju is proud enough and does not think that he will be inferior to the ancients.

So there seems to be only one answer, and that is to move mountains in front of you, and your cultivation has entered a new threshold.

Observing the sky... Fan Ju couldn't help but have this thought in his mind.

He didn't believe it, but other than that, he couldn't think of a reasonable explanation. What kind of magic could allow his flying sword to be taken away so easily?
Of course, he never dreamed that the real reason was the same as Ji Ping'an's previous encounter with Zhang Sengyao at Goddess Peak.

They are all false masters who met the real master.

The difference is that his ability to control flying swords is far from that of "Li Yang", the best swordsman in Kyushu at that time.

"Why is everyone silent?" Ji Ping'an held a wooden sword in his hand and looked around pretending to be surprised.

No one spoke.

Ji Ping'an saw this, shook his head, looked at Fan Ju with some boredom, and said:

"Now, can you go?"

Fan Ju's throat rolled, and he froze in place for a moment, in a dilemma.

Ji Ping'an frowned: "No?"

Fan Ju sighed, endured the pain of losing his sword, and squeezed out two words from between his teeth:

"Farewell!"

With that said, he grabbed a group of disciples and evacuated from the courtyard.

The opponent's strength exceeded expectations by far. In order to avoid starting a war here and affecting innocent people and the disciples behind him, he had no choice but to withdraw.

Even if he loses face.

Even at the cost of losing the flying sword that the Taoist monks regard as life.

However, just as Fan Ju endured the severe pain of bleeding in his heart and evacuated the courtyard, suddenly, he saw a stream of light being thrown out of the courtyard:
"get out."

Qiang——The stolen wooden sword was returned to its sheath accurately.

Fan Ju froze on the spot, exhaled, took a deep look at the depths of the courtyard, waved his hand, and turned into a line of green smoke, sweeping up everyone and disappearing.

At this time, the dark sky cleared up again, as if nothing had happened.

……

The Ancient Notes I bought today arrived. I flipped through them for a while before typing, but the whole sense of language was ruined. I completely forgot how to write a novel. It took me a long time to adjust, but I finally recovered... It was too exciting.

(End of this chapter)