The national teacher does not practice

The carriage rolled along the official road in midsummer and headed towards the divine capital city.

In the car, Ji Ping'an chatted with the young star officials, trying to find out more news about the second summit.

But these teenagers obviously knew something unknown, so he had to change the topic and continue to test.

During the conversation, I also felt more and more clearly that the outside world has really changed a lot in just half a year.

Also.

Last year, from the time when the stars returned in early summer to when I "died" at the end of the year, only half a year had passed, but the layout of Kyushu had undergone earth-shaking changes, let alone today.

Ji Pingan heard many familiar names from the mouths of these young people, Pei Wuju, Qi Nian, Holy Son, Holy Lady, Chen Xuanwu, Jiang Chunqiu...

Even Chen Qingsheng, the martial arts master he conquered in Lanzhou, also shined on the battlefield after joining the Qin Tianjian camp.

The times have changed.

When Ji Ping'an mentioned the national master, the young star officers were obviously a little depressed.

Obviously, the news that Ji Sichen is the reincarnation of the Imperial Master is no longer a secret.

If the Imperial Master is alive, then these young people, as those who are lucky enough to have been classmates with the Imperial Master, will always be proud and excited, but if he is dead, it is a different matter.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this." Ji Pingan apologized.

Xue Hongjian forced a smile:

"Senior brother, there is no need to be like this. Although the Imperial Master is gone, the Qintian Prison is still there. Moreover, since the stars have returned to their positions once, there is a chance that there will be a second time."

A female disciple also nodded and said, "We all think that maybe the Imperial Master will come back again."

This is also a saying spread in Kyushu after the death of the national master.

After all, although the entire Liuhu Lake was wiped out in that battle, this is not the first time that the dead have been reborn. What if?

They also have expectations.

If the young girls and boys who were immersed in grief at this moment knew the true identity of the young man sitting in front of them, I don't know what their expressions would be.

Liuli glanced at Ji Ping'an and felt that he was quite bad for some reason.

There was no more trouble along the way. When the carriage entered the city from the north gate of Shendu City, the two parties said goodbye to each other and separated.

Watching the couple leave, the shrewd Shi Jilun rubbed his chin and said, "Do you think these two are a little weird?"

"Is there any? It's just a lack of information. It's normal."

"I feel a little strange too, eh, but I can't say what's wrong."

Shi Jilun smacked his lips and said:

"Temperament. The way these two people talk and behave seems to have a lot of knowledge, but their temperament is like that of ordinary people. They don't have the feeling of powerful monks at all."

"Perhaps he is good at cultivating his mind," Xue Hongjian said, "There is no ill intention at all. Let's go back first. Xu Jianhou and Li Jianhou should have returned as well."

……

……

In the city of God's capital.

The crowds were bustling, the streets were packed with people, and wine flags were flying.

Ji Ping'an and Liuli walked in the mortal world, passing by the antique buildings, and felt a trance.

Looking up, the sky is blue, with no trace of the "formation barrier" in sight, and the blazing sun cannot be seen as false.

"Suddenly like a dream," Ji Pingan sighed: "It seems that the war between all parties is still restrained and does not affect the people too much."

Liuli pursed her lips and said, "But I don't know how long these peaceful and beautiful days can last. If we wait for the sky to break..."

Ji Ping'an was silent for a moment, then smiled and said: "I am here. If the sky falls, there will be a big man to hold it up."

The corners of Liuli's lips curled up slightly, and she deliberately curled her lips and said, "It sounds like you are very big."

"bigger than you."

"whispering sound……"

The two of them were bickering. At this moment, they didn't look like two great monks with terrifying strength. They were really just like people in this mortal world.

"Where should we go next? Back to your Qintian Prison? Or find an inn?"

When the two of them walked to the big stone bridge in the divine capital, Liuli looked at the green willow trees on both sides of the bank and the small boats on the river and said.

Qin Tianjian definitely can't go back like this. God knows what kind of commotion it will cause once the Imperial Master is resurrected. At least more information must be collected...

With eyes that looked like glass lie detectors, it was certain that the young star officers were not lying, but they had not been back for a long time, so of course they could not be fully trusted.

"Come with me, I brought you to my territory, but can I still leave you without a bed?"

Ji Ping'an smiled, pulled Liuli, and disappeared in one step.

On the big stone bridge.

Behind a stall, a pair of grandparents and grandsons stood. The old man was waving a cattail leaf fan and picking up the crystal clear vegetable dumplings in the basket with his wooden chopsticks.

The little girl next to him who was more than one year old suddenly widened her eyes and grabbed her grandfather's arm with her hand:

"Grandpa, there was a man and a woman over there, and they disappeared out of thin air with just a swipe!"

The old man was shocked. He said that he saw "ghosts" several times last summer, and finally everything got better. He returned to the old place to set up a stall this year. Why did he see a ghost again?

This made it difficult for people to do business properly. He quickly pushed the cart and said in a hurry:

"Let's go, we can't afford to offend but we can hide!"

The little girl curled her lips, thinking that you said the same thing last year...

On the other side, on a quiet and remote street in the city, two figures twisted and appeared in front of a pawn shop. The big weeping willow drooped listlessly.

Liuli raised her head, looked at the dark plaque, and read: "Jinshiju?"

Ji Ping'an said favorably, held up the bamboo hat on his head, then stepped into it with a smile.

There was no one else in the pawn shop. In the afternoon, there was only one shopkeeper lying behind the fence counter, drowsy. When he heard someone coming, he raised his eyelids and said, "The customer wants to..."

Ji Ping'an didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, he handed over a wooden sign and said: "'It's so scary'. Go call Han Bachi, if he is still alive."

The middle-aged shopkeeper was horrified and frightened, and he no longer felt sleepy at all!

……

Jinshiju's backyard.

The breeze blows, and the willows hug.

When Ji Pingan and Liuli drank their third cup of tea, rapid footsteps finally came from outside the door.

The leader of the underground gang in Shendu, who is short and thin, fierce and hidden, wearing brocade clothes, has no composure of the past at this moment, only humility and nervousness.

Han Bachi respectfully walked to the bottom of the steps, held the wooden sign in both hands, and bowed in salute: "Han Bachi, the hidden official of the capital of the gods, see... see... the sword holder."

Ji Ping'an was not in a hurry to answer. He first slowly put down the tea cup, then turned his head without hesitation, glanced at the old Jianghu man, smiled, and said, "No need to be polite."

Inexplicably, my mood improved a lot.

Last spring, he also summoned Han Bachi here. At that time, he was targeted by one of the old man's adopted sons, and he used his flying sword to fight back.

Now that I think about it, it's clear that not long has passed, but it still feels like a lifetime ago.

The world has changed a lot, but a lot has stayed the same, and that's good.

"Thank you, sir." Han Bachi slowly raised his head and carefully looked at the two strange men and women.

Of course he couldn't see the two people in disguise, but the shock in his heart did not diminish at all.

More than half a year ago, Ji Ping'an issued orders to all hidden officials through magic weapons and delivered messages on their behalf.

A large number of reborn strong men were summoned to gather in Leizhou, and then the war broke out that completely changed the situation in Kyushu.

The hidden officials had heard from all directions and combined with past clues, they already knew that their master was the Imperial Master of Zhou Dynasty, and Ji Sichen was the sword holder.

The fall of the national master caused people's hearts in the dark net to fluctuate.

But fortunately, it is only a Jianghu force after all, and Qin Tianjian is being promoted, so the dark network has not been messed up.

Han Bachi was frightened, thinking that there might be some intervention from "immortal masters", but that didn't happen.

As all the powerful players came to an end, Lanzhou became the center.

The entire dark web seems to have been forgotten, but I never thought that just today, someone with a sword would come to my door again.

who is he? Who is she? Is he a figure in Qin Tian Prison?

This shouldn't be the case. Now that Qin Tian Jian has returned to its peak, and this is the capital city of the gods, Han Bachi wanted to break his head, but he couldn't think of a reason why the big shots in Qin Tian Jian came to him.

But if it weren’t for Qin Tianjian... then...

"I wonder what your orders are?" Han Bachi put all his thoughts away. He decided not to think too much and just be a tool.

Ji Ping'an said calmly: "First, I want information on major events in the Jiuzhou cultivation world in the past six months since the death of the Imperial Master."

"Second, I want a house to temporarily stay in the capital of God."

"Third, the news must not be spread outside."

Han Bachi was stunned for a moment. Hearing this familiar sentence pattern, he suddenly took a deep breath and said without any hesitation: "I obey my orders!"

……

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Qin Tianjian.

In a certain tea room, two figures were sitting opposite each other, playing chess.

Snapped……

"It's enough for you to come back by yourself, why do you have to drag me with you? You know, I'm not good at meetings." Xu Xiurong held a white coin and dropped it, and said lightly.

More than half a year later, she was still dressed in a dark green prison robe, but her eyebrows and eyes were a little less soft and more capable.

The appearance has not changed, but it gives the impression that the race has become much more mature.

War can always make people mature the fastest. Xu Xiurong's progress in the Lanzhou battlefield in the past six months is obvious to all.

"Junior Sister said it was wrong. Even according to the rules, when Senior Brother Jianzheng is away, there should be at least three Lords making a joint decision. The war in Yuhang is not over yet, and Senior Brother Jianzheng has to stay and take charge. It is not convenient for you to come back to the Divine Capital City. Now you My cultivation is all about observing the sky, so the decision made by the two of us is in line with the rules."

Li Guofeng, who was wearing a white robe embroidered with gold thread, dark temples, and a majestic expression, smiled and said:

"Besides, the less good you are, the more you need to practice. Otherwise, who can you rely on? Are you still relying on Master to help you like you did before?"

What he was referring to was, of course, the internal struggle in the fifth academy. Xu Xiurong was almost eliminated due to his lack of fighting experience and was rescued by Ji Ping'an.

Xu Xiurong's face suddenly darkened, and he suddenly dropped the chess piece. With melancholy in his eyes, he looked at the lake outside the window and said:

"Master left. Unknowingly, it has been more than half a year."

Li Guofeng also fell silent.

For practitioners, time should be very fast, but perhaps because so many things have happened in the past two years, it feels like a long time has passed.

In Qintian Prison, everyone unanimously called the death of the Imperial Master "Leave", as if he just went on a far journey.

However, even Xu Xiurong, who had illusions at first, became increasingly desperate during this long wait.

She still remembered that she and Jian Zheng initially discussed it together and speculated that the Imperial Master had a back-up plan. At that time, Jian Zheng said that he had to wait patiently.

So Xu Xiurong believed it, and she began to deal with the follow-up seriously, playing the role of a disciple who lost her master.

Looking forward to new changes.

Every once in a while, I would ask the supervisor if he had deduced any new clues.

But all in vain. Gradually, the frequency of her inquiries became less and less, and she gradually lost hope in whether the Imperial Master was still alive.

After all... there has been no news and no trace for so long, so it is most likely that he is really dead.

As for what Jian Zheng said, Xu Xiurong also suspected that the other party was lying to her in order to stabilize her mood.

Compared with Xu Xiurong, Li Guofeng has a stronger ability to accept cruel reality. At this time, he realized that he had made a mistake and sighed to comfort: "Junior sister, you..."

Suddenly, there were footsteps outside the door, and then a voice: "Prisoner, there is a report in Jianzhuang."

"Enter."

Li Guofeng and Xu Xiurong kept their postures straight, and saw Jian Zhuang, who had changed into the official robe of the Secretary, walking in:

"Li Jianhou, Xu Jianhou, the team that went to Beiguanzhou for training has returned..."

He gave a detailed report on the current situation of the team, and Li Guofeng nodded and said:

"Very good. These children have grown up. Did any accidents happen on the way back this time?"

Jian Zhuang thought for a while and said:

"There is no surprise. If there is any, I just rode with a pair of male and female monks from a Taoist sect on the way back to the city. It is said that the man and woman have been in the mountains for the past six months, and they talk well. I don't know which Taoist sect they belong to. "

Li Guofeng and Xu Xiurong didn't care and didn't pay much attention to it.

At the level of the two of them, they no longer pay attention to such trivial matters. The reason why they ask is just to express their concern for the younger generation.

"One more thing. After Master Chen and Elder Luan, Pavilion Master Molin has arrived in the divine capital. Representatives from various families have arrived. The Taoist sect has sent news that the summit will be held tomorrow." Jian Zhuang said.

Li Guofeng and Xu Xiurong nodded: "I understand."

……

Qingyun Palace, in the Silent Garden.

Although it is midsummer, it is as quiet as ever here.

When the delicate and lovely saint Yu Yu, wearing a red and white Taoist robe with skin as white as porcelain, walked in, the plants and trees in the courtyard swayed.

More than half a year has passed, and Yu Yu has also changed a lot. He is no longer the out-of-the-box drama girl that he was before. He is calm and reliable, and he is also a little taller.

She no longer needs to deliberately disguise herself as a "saint". When walking, sitting or lying down, she already looks like Xin Yaoguang.

At this time, Yu Yu walked to the small bridge in the courtyard and said, "Master, the news has been sent out."

"kindness."

Xin Yaoguang stood quietly on the bridge, focusing on the water flowing under her feet. She was just like before, her feathers were fluttering, and she didn't look like a mortal.

In the past six months, Xin Yaoguang traveled everywhere, sometimes in Lanzhou, sometimes in Leizhou, sometimes rushing back to Shendu, and he was called the number one jungler in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

This summit was held, and as the head teacher, she came back to be the abbot.

Wei Huayang still stayed in Yuhang, leading the Taoist disciples to confront Buddhism and the Demon Kingdom - because Buddhism had two divine treasures.

Dazhou must keep at least two sacred treasures in Lanzhou at the same time.

The only ones left now are Jian Zheng and Qi Hongmian, plus a large group of other Guantian people to ensure that the strong men from other factions gathered in the city of God will not affect the stability of the battle.

Of course, in Xin Yaoguang's view, convening a summit is conducive to stability.

Because the biggest problem in Da Zhou today is not the war ahead, but the fierce internal struggle.

Although in the general direction, the five major sects and the imperial court are allies.

But in fact, as the reborn members of each major sect gradually regained their strength and their forces expanded one by one, some conflicts in the past and new contradictions today combined to cause the major sects to fight among themselves.

As a result, it was clear that Dazhou had the largest number of strong men, but they could not gain any benefit on the battlefield.

Xin Yaoguang discussed with Wei Huayang, and the two leaders at different times agreed that something must be done.

This is why this second summit was held, with the purpose of reconciling internal conflicts and jointly confronting the enemy.

"Master, are you worried about tomorrow's summit?" Yu Yu asked worriedly.

Xin Yaoguang looked away, nodded slightly, and said:

"Although I am the leader of the alliance in name, it is not enough to convince the public now. Nowadays, the fight between the parties is becoming increasingly fierce, and I am afraid it will be difficult to reconcile."

Yu Yu frowned and sighed: "It would be great if Master Huayang restored the divine treasure. By then, she would have enough qualifications and strength to convince everyone."

It's a pity that there is no what if... Wei Huayang is not strong enough when he has not fully recovered, and although Xin Yaoguang is strong enough, his qualifications cannot suppress those old guys who have been reborn, so he is very stiff.

Besides the state religion, there was no one who was more suitable than her to serve as the "lead leader" of the Zhou Dynasty.

Faced with this situation, Xin Yaoguang felt quite powerless.

Yu Yu sighed and said, "It would be great if Ji... the national master is still there. He will definitely be able to convince the public and resolve these conflicts."

National Master... Xin Yaoguang was a little distracted. Yes, if Ji Ping'an hadn't died back then, then with his ability, it might not be impossible to return to Shenzang now.

Even if he doesn't, the national master's reputation is too high and his record is too strong.

Moreover... if some of the speculations are true and there is some special "connection" with the real person "Li Yang", then even those who were reborn earlier can be used by him.

"It's a pity...there is no if."

Xin Yaoguang shook his head and said, "Even if...the national master can be reborn again now, he has missed more than half a year and has lost the opportunity to catch up with other strong men."

Yu Yu was silent.

Yes, more than half a year has passed, and now the strength of the strong men in Jiuzhou has already exploded. They can catch a lot of people from the sky, sit in wells and run all over the ground, and they are no better than dogs...

In this case, even if Ji Ping'an, who is only sitting in the well realm, is resurrected on the spot, what is the use?

After all, this era is no longer his.

Yu Yu sighed again and stopped talking, while Xin Yaoguang also lost interest, waved his hands tiredly and said:

"Let's prepare for tomorrow's summit."

"Yes."

After the others left, Xin Yaoguang returned to the quiet room where he practiced alone, then sat down, looked at the incomplete Taoist scriptures on the table that had lost its spirit, sighed slowly, and closed his eyes.

At this moment, an undetectable light suddenly flashed across the Taoist scriptures and disappeared.

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Thanks to Odie and his father for the reward of 100 coins (end of this chapter)