The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 359 The inner demons of a generation (please subscribe)
"Li Yang, I found you."

Outside the hut by the lake, on the last day of the old year.

No one knew that Liyang Zhenren and Liuli Bodhisattva, who had been so brilliant in history books, met each other again in this way and on this occasion.

Ji Ping'an felt unreal for a moment.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the "inner demon" he had faced in the fantasy realm of Mount Sumeru during the fight was not the illusion reflected in her, but the real her.

And Liuli finally understood that they had already met at that time, but they didn't know each other.

"It's me." After a long time, Ji Pingan finally nodded and frankly admitted the other party's guess.

Liuli was stunned. She thought Ji Ping'an would deny it and give another explanation.

After all, this guess was too shocking, but he admitted it calmly, which caught her off guard.

The expected series of "evidence", "questioning" and "questioning" were all useless, and she was at a loss for a moment.

In fact, before the actual meeting, her mind was full of questions, and she had not thought about what she would do or say after the actual meeting.

She had never been one to think too much.

For most of her life, Liuli acted based on her heart, eating when she was hungry and sleeping when she was sleepy.

If you want to see him, you will come straight there without worrying about whether it will ruin the Lord Buddha's plan or put yourself in any dangerous situation.

This is her, the glass bodhisattva with "clear Buddha's heart".

Finally, she couldn't help but ask: "Why?"

Why are you him?Why are you a national teacher?Why is the national preceptor Li Yang?Or maybe it also includes why you stay here?
Why did you directly admit to my inquiry instead of denying it?
Don't you know that such a big secret must never be told to outsiders?

You admitted it directly, how can I continue with the large number of words you asked me to prepare?What should I do?Are you still a man?

These many doubts finally converged into one sentence: "Why?"

And because of some inexplicable emotion, her words even took on a blaming tone unconsciously.

Ji Ping quietly looked at Xiao Liuli in front of him, as if he saw what she was thinking, and said with a smile:

"Then why are you?"

Why did you guess my identity?And why come here?
Why do you say this?Why are you angry unconsciously?
Perhaps it was because of the experience of spending life and death together that they had a strange tacit understanding or affection between them.

Even with such a coquettish and mysterious way of talking, they still understood what each other wanted to express.

Liuli stared at him and said seriously:

"The Lord Buddha wants to kill you, and I want to come over and confirm whether you are him."

Ji Ping'an's smile remains unchanged:
"I knew he wanted to kill me, so I was surprised by your arrival. Did he guess it, or did you guess it?"

Liuli said: "I haven't told anyone else yet."

Answer indirectly.

Ji Ping'an was not too surprised and sighed:

"I used to think about who would be the first person to know my true identity, but I never thought it would be you."

Liuli was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said:
"Am I the first to know? You didn't tell your confidante?"

"This... not yet." Ji Ping'an replied sincerely.

After determining Ji Ping'an's triple vest, Liuli combined the history books and naturally knew the existence of his many beauties.

For some reason, the corners of Liuli's mouth turned up slightly uncontrollably, and her mood suddenly became very happy.

It was like receiving some kind of special treatment and a sense of victory over other opponents.

Although even she herself was not aware of the strange emotion emerging in her heart.

"Is that so..." She snorted, and then said, having nothing to say:
"When I came here just now, I met a child."

"He's from the village, and he's related to me."

"Oh."

"The last time we fought, I went to Qiantang Broken Bridge, but I didn't see you."

"I didn't see you either."

"Is that so..."

Then he was relatively speechless again. This was undoubtedly an extremely weird scene.

Ji Ping'an didn't feel nervous or hostile about his true identity being exposed, and Liuli didn't take any further action. Just like she said, she just came to ask, but she didn't think about what to do after confirming her identity.

The current relationship between the two is also very strange. After all, they were once life-and-death enemies, and now they are undoubtedly in opposing camps.

No matter which one of the three vests, Ji Ping'an, Guoshi, and Li Yang, seems to have a lot of hatred against Buddhism...

But the hatred in the past was also eliminated in the illusion of the battle and the fight between the two on the broken bridge.

Liuli recognized her own heart, but she was new to the world and didn't know how to place her feelings.

This made her seem a little helpless and conflicted.

If Mu Jiuyao can still date Ji Ping'an as a "confidante", and Xue Ji can make do with treating herself as a concubine, Huayang and Xiao Xu will definitely eye the position of the main palace, and they will be regarded as "Taoist companions" respectively. "identity exists.

That Liuli, even his status is embarrassing.

Finally, Ji Pingan was the first to break the weird atmosphere:
"So the Buddha wants to kill me, what are you going to do?"

Liuli woke up from her inner conflicts and struggles and remembered that now was not the time to think about those things. No matter what the relationship between the two was, at least one thing was clear:
She didn't want Li Yang to die.

No reason, just don't want to.

Then she became nervous and said:

"You must leave here immediately. Lord Buddha has learned your approximate location through some calculation and informed many people about it. Now the former enemies of the Grand Master of Zhou have swarmed in and may arrive at any time. You are no match for such a person. many people's."

Ji Pingan's tone was strange:
"Are you going to help me escape? Once the Buddhists find out, even if you are a Bodhisattva, there will be no good results."

Liuli was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so she raised her hand to pull him:
"Let's go first!"

However, Ji Pingan shook his head and said:
"It's too late."

Almost at the same time as his voice fell, dense footsteps suddenly came from the forest around Liuhu Lake.

I saw only a group of masked warriors running out of the snow forest, each holding a sharp blade, stepping onto the ice silently, like an army charging towards this side.

The entire Liuhu Lake was shrouded in a strong murderous aura, and the eyes exposed on the masks of those people were full of madness and excitement.

Liuli’s holy face changed color:
"Are they all your enemies?" Ji Ping'an shook his head and said:

"I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. Don't underestimate the madness of warriors. There are countless desperadoes in the world who would risk their lives for a false reputation.

Which martial artist would refuse to gain the reputation of being the master of the Zhou Dynasty?What's more, they may not know my identity.These people are often just bait and cannon fodder used by real opponents to test. "

Liuli didn't know why he was so calm. Ji Ping'an had too many mysteries waiting for her to unravel.

But at this moment, it was undoubtedly not the time to ask. She turned around, a pale golden "swastika" lit up between her eyebrows, and she was ready to take action to meet the enemy.

However, the next second, her slender and white wrist was grabbed by Ji Ping'an:

"They're just some fish in the rivers and lakes. Let me do it."

As he said that, Ji Pingan, who had been sitting in the wicker chair from beginning to end, looked cold, as if he had returned to the time when he was among thousands of troops and commanding thousands of troops.

Facing the swarming desperadoes on the ice, the ice sculptures around him suddenly came to life.

The ice sculptures he had carved with his own hands during this period, which were considered meaningless by the village children in the town, pierced with dazzling light. They raised their weapons or performed Taoist magic, turning into a torrent of steel and heading towards the enemy. swept away.

"kill!"

A desperate man running at the front had scarlet eyes, holding a giant ax and shouting.

But suddenly, a spear thrown by an ice sculpture instantly pierced the center of his eyebrows, and bright red blood spurted out. His face was covered with ice and turned purple when frozen, and he fell with a thud.

A horse-riding ice sculpture god rushed into the crowd, wielding an ice knife and instantly cut off a desperado in half.

The upper half of the body was thrown high, froze into one piece in mid-air, and fell to the ground and fell apart!

At this moment, it was as if two armies were at war. As the ice sculpture army entered the battlefield, the cannon fodder running towards them from the ice with their swords raised fell like straw.

"run--"

The killers behind were instantly frightened and realized the terror of their targets. They turned around and ran away. However, they only heard the roar of the wind behind them, and many of them were pierced by ice pick arrows.

Not long after, corpses fell on the ice, their blood staining the snow red.

Most of the lifelike ice sculptures were broken and damaged, and the rest were like warriors after a fight, standing there and panting.

And those desperadoes who fled into the forest also let out shrill screams, as if the dense forest behind them had become a hell that selects and devours people.

"Clap-pop-pop-"

Crisp applause came from the forest.

Ji Ping'an calmly pulled Liuli to his side, and the two of them looked into the distance together.

Then, I saw a figure slowly walking out of the forest.

He was a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life, green stubble, and a swordsman uniform that was fashionable during the Daqian Dynasty.

There were two sword scabbards hanging diagonally from the waist, one on the left and one on the right. At this moment, he was applauding and saying with a smile:
"The Imperial Preceptor's good skills and such a killing method are rare in the world. I have heard that the Imperial Preceptor of the Great Zhou Dynasty fought in all directions in the past, and he was calm every time he faced the battle. When I saw it today, it was indeed true. But in comparison, this identity is still the secret of the order People admire him, but who would have thought that the reincarnation of the Great Zhou Imperial Master would be the Ji Sichen who is shown to the public?"

"Great Sword Sect!"

Outside the lakeside hut, Liuli saw the person coming, his eyes were almost transparent, and his colorless pupils glowed with a light golden light, and his heart suddenly sank.

She knew that the Lord Buddha was planning, but she was not sure who the Lord Buddha had found.

What's more, I didn't expect that even though I hurriedly and slowly hurried, I ended up just one step ahead of these people.

And the enemy that arrived was much stronger than expected.

The head of the Southern Tang Sword Field, the "Master Fan" of the Tang King, stood outside the threshold of the Shenzang Realm, only one step away from becoming a top-level Heaven-viewing Sword Cultivator.

This was a powerful enemy that she had to take seriously even when she was at her peak.

What's more, she's still far from recovering?
"As expected, he is the loser of the sword field," Ji Ping'an said with a joking look on his face:

"The Buddhists wanted to kill me, but they refused to send a Vajra Bodhisattva? Instead, they took you out."

The Great Sword Sect's smile faded.

He walked along the ice step by step, his steps were neither hasty nor slow, and his boots stepped on the blood of the corpses, staining the soles red, leaving behind bright red footprints.

When he walked through the battlefield, the ice sculptures imitating the strongest men in history burst into cracks like spider webs on their surfaces, and then shattered into powder. When the cold wind blew, they turned into white mist and dispersed in the winter sunshine.

Finally, he stopped and fixed his eyes on the man and woman under the wooden house.

His eyes first fell on Ji Pingan, who was sitting in the chair, with hatred and a hint of vigilance in his eyes, and his heart was far less calm than he looked.

The famous "Ji Sichen" turned out to be the reincarnation of the Great Zhou Imperial Master.

When he learned the news from Lord Buddha, his heart was filled with shock and disbelief, and then he became deeply fearful of the planning ability of the Great Zhou Imperial Master.

The Imperial Master has suppressed Buddhism for hundreds of years, so how could the sword field not be suppressed by this man for hundreds of years?
Even more humiliating.

The Great Sword Sect still remembers that before his master died, he came back from traveling outside, hurriedly rushed to the bedside, knelt down and cried, but was slapped by his master with his backhand.

He angrily scolded him as the successor leader. At this last moment, why didn't he ask him about the method of governing the sect, the technique of revitalizing the sect, the strategy of establishing a foothold in Buddhism and the court, and the direction of the path of cultivation...

And crying like a woman, how ashamed is she of nurturing him?
The Great Sword Sect had no choice but to wipe away the tears, endure the grief, and listen to the master's explanation of the sect's strategies for dealing with the sect's major and minor affairs after his death.

As for his last words before his death, he opened his mouth three times, but swallowed them all.

He kept silent and never really said anything. He only uttered the name "Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty" and completely lost his breath.

The Great Sword Sect knew that the master regretted three things most in his life. One was that he led this group of Confucian and Taoist monks and was on the wrong team, so he was forced to leave the Central Plains and settle in a corner of the south.

The second thing was that he was defeated in public by the Imperial Master of Zhou Dynasty, which was a life-long humiliation.

The third thing is the combination of "Confucianism and martial arts". The practice inheritance of the sword field created by this school has never really been passed down.

Therefore, the Great Sword Sect is determined to take this new path, defeat him in public, kill the Great Zhou Imperial Master, and complete his revenge.

But although his ambition was far away, the road was long and difficult to find. Until the death of the Great Zhou Imperial Master, he did not take the last step.

Until today, he unexpectedly got a chance. Although killing the imperial master who had not yet recovered should have been a shameful thing in the eyes of the proud swordsman, revenge was always an exception.

Moreover, from the perspective of the Great Sword Sect, one of the most important reasons why he has been unable to enter the Divine Treasure is that the shadow left by the National Master on him is too huge.

Not only him, but also the Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty was the shadow above the heads of the entire generation of monks. How could he be a towering tree under the shadow?

Therefore, he came today not for Lord Buddha, nor just for revenge, but also to kill the "demon" in his heart with his own hands.

"The Imperial Preceptor regards me as a defeated dog, so what do I think of the current situation that the Imperial Preceptor is in?"

The Great Sword Sect retorted, and then looked at Liuli, slightly surprised:
"Lord Buddha has never said that the Glazed Bodhisattva will also come to help in the battle."

(End of this chapter)