The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 35 The Master of the National Normal University opens a lecture (for further reading)
Advice... Hearing this word, Ji Pingan's smile did not change: "What is it?"

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, the other party's reaction was a little different from what he had imagined, it was too calm.

He organized the language and said:

"I heard about you. You are very talented and have profound knowledge. Such a genius should have a brighter future instead of being involved in other people's struggles and becoming a sacrificed child."

Ji Ping'an's eyes were calm, indicating that he was listening.

Song Yuan paused and continued:
"I think you are also a smart person. You should understand what I mean. The matter has come to this point. I don't want to ask you why you chose Muyuan. It's speculative, whether you want to give charcoal in a timely manner, or other reasons, it doesn't matter. Prisoners There will always be more favors for geniuses."

Ji Pingan smiled and motioned to continue.

Song Yuan frowned, doubting whether his expression was too cryptic, and simply said:
"Let me just say that the boat of Muyuan is riddled with holes, and it will sink sooner or later. It is unwise for you to go there at this time, but if you are willing to leave Muyuan, both water and gold are willing to accept it. I hope you think it through carefully and don’t make mistakes.”

Ji Pingan asked curiously, "Are you a disciple of the Water Academy?"

There is a star map on the opponent's robe, which can be distinguished.

The young man didn't speak, and a person behind him said coldly: "This is our Senior Brother Song Yuan."

Ji Pingan thought it sounded familiar, recalled it, and said, "That traitor from Muyuan?"

Yesterday, Mu Yaoyao gave him a science popularization, and brought a group of disciples who defected to the Water Academy, the name of the first disciple of the Muyuan.

Song Yuan's face was ugly, and he raised his hand to stop the indignant juniors behind him, and his tone was serious:
"I know I have a bad reputation, but I have never regretted my original choice. A good bird chooses a tree to live in. Xu Jianhou is not bad to me, but she is not strong enough and her methods are not cruel enough. Sooner or later she will be dismissed.

"Realist Li Yang once said: Cultivating immortals is the law of the jungle. I hope you think about it."

Ji Pingan sighed, and said in a somewhat complicated tone: "If he knew that this sentence would be misinterpreted like this, he shouldn't have said it in the first place."

"Stubbornly obsessed, I hope you won't regret it." Song Yuan shook his head, said nothing, and strode away with a group of juniors.

It seems that it is really just to give a piece of life advice.

The crowd of onlookers not far away whispered.

Shi Jilun in the crowd hesitated again and again, following the philosophy of being wise and safe in life, he finally didn't go forward.

"It's dangerous. Fortunately, Senior Brother Ji didn't fall for it. If he is provoked to do something, he will be in trouble if he violates the prison rules." A Si Chen said in a low voice.

Another Si Chen said angrily, "The people in the Water Academy are too much. They poach people openly."

Shi Jilun, with sparse eyebrows, sighed: "Keep your voice down, we small shrimps can't afford to provoke such a big fight. It's like the party and government in the temple. It's not a good thing for small people to get involved in it."

"What are you afraid of, we are the Fire Academy." Someone didn't care.

Shi Jilun and several Sichens who resonated with Yinghuo Xingxing finally chose to worship in the Fire Academy.

The crowd dispersed.

Ji Pingan pushed open the courtyard door, lay leisurely in the wicker chair under the peach tree, and picked up a book casually.

Contrary to what people had guessed, what happened just now didn't stir up any waves in his heart, let alone make him angry.

After living for 1000 years, not to mention Song Yuan being polite, Ji Pingan would not care even if he ridiculed him like a villain in a novel.

Will the elephant care about the provocation of the ants?
"However, is the follow-up action of the water courtyard just like this? Or is this just the beginning?"

Thinking about it, Ji Pingan unfolded the book, started reading, and decided to wait and see what happened.

This book was brought back from God City when he went out the day before yesterday.The interior is full of information collected by the ground network about the Fifth Court.

……

Just as Ji Ping'an expected, in the next few days, the forces headed by the Water Institute will make frequent moves, public opinion will be negative, and poaching operations will continue.

However, after Song Yuan's defection, those who still choose to stay today are all steadfast "Xu" faction.

The real threat to Muyuan was when they were kicked by the mouth when they went to collect the resources for this month.

Cultivation is very resource-intensive, and there are generally three sources of resources for star officials:

First, it is obtained by each court on its own.For example, when Xu Xiurong was injured, it was to go out to obtain the treasures of heaven and earth.

Second, Qin Tianjian has a fixed property, and the income obtained will be distributed.

The third is the "salary" issued by the imperial court.

But this time, the water and gold institutes began to set up cards on materials and use various means to deduct them.

Even the paperwork that Muyuan Sichen could apply for every month to go to Xingluo Lake and other places to practice was postponed.

It's not not giving, but tossing you.

Many people understand that this is an all-round suppression of Muyuan to prevent its strength from recovering.

"You've heard that the application of the Muyuan was blocked again, and it was finally approved until Xu Jianhou personally came forward." In the dining hall, a Si Chen gossiped.

"Yeah, it looks like you've completely torn your face. If you continue to suppress it like this, you will definitely not be able to recommend disciples to participate in the Divine Capital Awards."

"This trick is called dredging the bottom line. Alas, it's a pity that Ji Ping'an and Huang He must get involved? The delay was in vain..." Someone shook his head and sighed.

"Shh, keep your voice down." Another person reminded suddenly.

Immediately, a lotus-leaf-colored long dress floated past, and Mu Yaoyao, who was carrying a wooden tray, swept over with a blank expression on her face, and left under the embarrassing gazes of everyone.

leave the dining hall.

Mu Yaoyao went all the way back to the Four Seasons Pavilion, when she arrived, she saw under the big willow tree, disciples from the same sect sitting around the stone table in a circle, their faces were all ugly.

"Yaoyao, what's wrong?" The middle-aged Si Li saw that her expression was not right.

Mu Yaoyao snorted coldly, and sat at the table to hear the rumors repeated, the girl's fair face was full of anger:

"This group of people don't want face, and even resources are stuck with us."

The female Si Li angrily agreed, rolling up her sleeves and knocking on the table with her arms, her chest heaving in anger, and the peaks and peaks gathered together: "It's just too deceiving."

In the past few days, the attacks from various outlets have made them accumulate a lot of anger, but they have no way to vent it.

"Don't fall into the trap, I suspect that the other party intends to provoke us." The middle-aged Si Li was mature and prudent, reassuring everyone:
"I have already sent someone to invite the Marquis, everyone calm down and think about how to break the situation."

Hearing this, a group of star officials looked at each other in blank dismay, silent.

This round of targeting was disgusting, and the opponent did not violate the rules, but just kicked the ball within the rules and repeatedly quarreled.

The key point is the word "delay", as long as Xu Xiurong steps forward, what should be given will still be given... But the problem is that Xu Xiurong is recovering from his injuries and cannot be interrupted frequently.

Besides, if the Marquis of the Prison is invited to come forward every time, the majesty will disappear in the long run.

It's not that a group of people haven't thought about the solution in the past two days, but as practitioners, if they fight with real swords and guns, even if Muyuan is not good at attacking, they will not be afraid.

But as for "political struggle"... it won't work. It's not a question of intelligence or not, it's a matter of lack of experience.

Yes, if Qin Tianjian is compared to the imperial court, then the situation where the five supervisors seize the throne is just like a political struggle without gunpowder.

Mu Yaoyao lowered her head in frustration, as helpless as everyone else.

At this time, the courtyard door suddenly opened, and Ji Pingan walked in together with Huang He who was holding an umbrella for him.

"Why are you so frustrated?" Ji Pingan asked with a smile.

The practice homework is too simple, these two days he stayed at home and prepared to break through, and didn't go out much.

Mu Yaoyao looked over and got angry when she saw him smiling, but she still patiently explained the situation.

After hearing this, Ji Pingan smiled, "Is that all?"

The middle-aged Si Li frowned, and patiently explained: "You are new to the hospital, and you may not understand the importance of resources..."

However, in the next second, Ji Pingan shook his head and interrupted: "I didn't mean that, I mean, if it's just like this, then the idea of ​​breaking the game is very simple."

Quiet.

The spring breeze blew in the Four Seasons Pavilion, and the lush old weeping willows swayed their branches. The faces sitting around the stone table looked at each other, a little dazed.

Next to him, Huang He graciously moved a stool for Ji Pingan, and said with a smile, "My son guessed this would happen a few days ago."

Mu Yaoyao's eyes widened, suspicion mixed with expectation: "How could you guess?"

Ji Pingan sat down calmly, picked up the tea bowl that Huang He placed for him, and sighed softly: "Because the methods of political struggle are never new, and I have no confidence in human beings."

After a brief pause, the former Grand Master of Zhou, who had overlooked the imperial court for four hundred years and was said to be second in the world's political struggles, said:
"If you want to break the situation, you must first understand what 'politics' is."

……

Outside the Four Seasons Pavilion.

On the bluestone path, dressed in a dark green official robe, her black hair tied up with a hosta, Xu Xiurong with a soft and elegant temperament moved lightly with lotus steps.

After getting the healing medicine, she declared a retreat, trying to recover from her injuries as soon as possible.

But today, the disciples reported that she was not allowed to go out because of the difficulties encountered in the courtyard these two days. Xu Xiurong was furious and did not dare to delay, so he rushed over immediately.

"Master, everyone is waiting for you, and they want to wait for your idea." The female disciple who reported the letter looked anxious.

Xu Xiurong nodded and comforted: "It's okay, I will deal with it later."

But that being said, she is also distraught and soft-tempered, and she doesn't like fighting, and she is also inexperienced in this situation.

At this time, she had arrived outside the courtyard and was about to push the door when she suddenly stopped.

"Master?" The female disciple reporting the letter was surprised.

But he saw Xu Xiurong's exquisite ear pinna move slightly, listening to the voice from the courtyard, motioning his disciples to keep silent.

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