The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 65 So You Are Ji Ping'an

700 years ago, after the Demon Slaying Festival.

It was another night, outside Gusu City, a figure galloped in the night.

The stars and the moon above the head are dim, and it can be seen that the person running is a slightly bookish young man. He is wearing a loose and ink-stained robe, and there are a few scrolls stuffed in the cloth bag on his back.

Zhang Sengyao looked dignified and anxious, holding the letter from Hongyan in his hand.

When he reached a clearing in the middle of a bamboo forest, he stopped abruptly.

He took a deep look at his best friend who was waiting in front of him, half of his body hidden in the darkness, and his nose suddenly became sore:

"you succeeded."

Li Yang opened his eyes.He was dressed in black, his face was pale under the bamboo hat, and the bandaged wound on his body exuded a faint smell of blood.

Hearing this, he replied with a slightly hoarse voice: "Yes, I succeeded."

Not long ago, the news about the son of the head of the Xihai School being ambushed and killed caused a sensation in the entire Daoist League and caused an uproar in the practice world.

It is especially sensitive when the two races of humans and demons are confronting each other.

Daomeng issued a wanted order, under the name of Liyang's collusion with the monster clan, and everyone with lofty ideals in the world will be punished.

Zhang Sengyao sighed softly: "Now you have been beaten on the pillar of shame, and it may be difficult to wash away in the future in this life. The entire human race has no place for you. Is it really worth it?"

Li Yang seemed to smile, his voice was a little weak: "I haven't thought about that."

After a pause, he seemed to be thinking, or talking to himself:

"Actually, when I got to this point, I did not just simply avenge the family. Well, in fact... Although that family has been kind to my skin, but I don't have a deep affection for the family. When I killed After the death of those enemies who directly attacked and indirectly ordered, the kindness of birth and nurturing has been written off, and from then on, neither wind, snow, nor sun owe each other...

"Oh, does this seem cold? But it is from my heart, because I lacked affection for this world in the first half of my life.

"But when I traveled the rivers and lakes with you and Huayang, saw all kinds of things in the world, and experienced more things, I found that I gradually integrated into this world and became an 'indigenous' rather than a 'passer-by'. Since then, I have shared the same destiny with this world.

"You and I both know that there is a problem with the West Sea faction, but its power is huge and deeply intertwined. But you and I are light-hearted. If we let that person go, many innocent people will die in this war between the two clans soon...

"I don't like war, I don't like it very much, especially I don't like being beaten in by another group of people."

Zhang Sengyao interrupted him and said angrily:

"So you chose to kill him? And pay such a big price? Is it useful? And...it's this time, and you still have the mood to say weird words and words that I don't understand."

Li Yang laughed and said:
"I don't know how useful it is, but we have to do what we can. Only in this way is it worthwhile to take a trip in the world."

Zhang Sengyao said angrily:

"You know I don't like these big principles. The disputes in the rivers and lakes have nothing to do with me. I just want to paint thousands of mountains and rivers and get together with my friends in a boat."

Then, he said sadly:
"The world is going to be fought over by those ambitious people. You and I wait for others to drink and paint, isn't it good to sit around the stove and read?"

Li Yang sighed deeply and said:
"Don't you understand? In this world of great controversy, no one can survive alone. Painting can't save the world."

Zhang Sengyao said coldly: "I can't say no to you. What do you plan to do in the future?"

Like a magic trick, Li Yang took out a mahogany box and threw it to him:
"The person chasing and killing me is still behind, so don't let it go, so as not to cause trouble for you. If one day I die, help me return this box to Huayang, just say..."

After a pause, Li Yang laughed at himself, turned around and walked into this not-so-gentle night:

"Forget it, there's nothing to say."

Zhang Sengyao held the wooden box and stood there for a long time.

Suddenly, I saw a raging fire reflected in the distant mountains, and the sound of fierce fighting gradually faded away.

the next day.

Zhang Sengyao carried the swollen cloth bag on her back, and returned to Mo Lin in a dispirited mood to escape the world.

He hides in the back mountain drinking and painting all day long, and the fighting outside seems to have nothing to do with him.

The little Molin has become a paradise in the whirlpool of troubled times.

Until 100 years later, the allied forces of the monster clan attacked the Molin Mountain Gate, and the overwhelming monsters covered the sun, and a famous painter and musician died tragically.

Zhang Sengyao, who had been living in a nightmare, woke up from a dream, facing the enemies all over the mountains and plains, tearing up all the pictures accumulated over the past hundred years.

On that day, gods and Buddhas all over the sky came to the world, and Zhang Sengyao stepped into the realm of Shenzang after retreating for a hundred years, killing 13 demons.

Shocked half the world, and crowned a Taoist saint.

Then, he led thousands of Molin disciples to Jieshan to join the battle. To show his determination, he burned the scrolls in public, saying:
"Painting can't save the world."

……

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The second floor of Anxiang Tea House.

Gao Mingjing's complexion changed, and his eyes were pierced: "What did you say?"

With a calm expression, Ji Pingan used silk cloth to absorb the water stains on the washed paintbrush, and said:

"Is this the first sentence of the book "Dan Qing Miao Bi Lu" written by Mo Lin? It is said that it was left by the master of painting, but there is another saying that is said by the real person of Liyang. I don't know if it is true or not."

This allusion... of course Gao Mingjing knew about it.

It is not a secret in the practice world, but it is definitely not within the grasp of ordinary people or ordinary practitioners.

Knowledge and information barriers exist in any era.

Although he guessed that the family of the young man in front of him would not be simple, but the other party casually recounted Molin's allusions, which still surprised him a little.

At this time, the waiter in the teahouse came over with a tray with a smile: "Master Ji, what you want to eat."

He was particularly respectful of this son who had a good temperament and conversation, and who attracted many guests to the teahouse.

Gao Mingjing caught the surname "Ji" in an instant, and the clues connected in his mind, he suddenly understood something, and his tone was complicated:

"So, you are Ji Pingan."

Ji Pingan smiled politely.

No wonder... At such a young age, he has a quiet demeanor, is knowledgeable, and has a good grasp of allusions on cultivation... and even refused his invitation to accept disciples without hesitation.

If it is a disciple of Qintianjian Muyuan, everything can be explained.

Gao Mingjing let out a long breath, and regained his indifferent expression, with some regret in his eyes, but he still did not give up and said:
"Qin Tianjian was created by the national teacher, but I, Mo Lin, also have the inheritance of painting saints. If you want to join my sect, what Qin Tianjian can give, I, Mo Lin, will give, and what it can't give, I can still give. "

This guy...hasn't given up yet... Mu Yaoyao, who was sitting next to her, widened her eyes and was about to say no for Ji Pingan in annoyance.

But someone got ahead of her.

"Why is Mr. Gao interested in abducting our people? The gods will reward you soon. Could it be that this is also your sect's method?"

The visitor was dressed in casual clothes, with a handsome appearance, deep-set eye sockets, and vicissitudes inside.

I didn't know when I arrived, so I calmly sat down on the last chair.

Qin Tianjianhou, Li Guofeng!

The pastry Mu Yaoyao had just picked up dropped again, Gululu rolling on the ground, she was a bit puzzled, why these big shots came here one after another like they had an appointment.

We are obviously lying flat and rotten...

Although they are not in the same department, the girls are still cramped and nervous. There is a sense of nervousness about playing truant in an Internet cafe and being caught by the dean, stammering:
"Li Li……"

Li Guofeng glanced at her, saw her slightly raised belly, frowned and said:

"This Marquis is here to inspect the various teams, and you are the last one."

Gao Mingjing smiled and said, "Jianhou was joking, I just can't bear to see the uncut jade being buried."

Li Guofeng's tone was cold:
"Ji Ping'an is an innate wood figure, and he is a match made in heaven with the way of the star official. Mr. Gao kindly accepts it. As for the benefits of resources, my Qin Tianjian is backed by the imperial court, and it is not inferior to Mo Lin."

Gao Mingjing looked at Ji Pingan, and said with deep meaning:

"I have also heard that the five colleges of your school are fighting for the top. I heard that the quarrel is not pleasant. No matter how many benefits there are, the five colleges and departments will divide it... Heh, I, Mo Lin, are of one mind, and Gao Mou is the master of the department. With you Wisdom can weigh the pros and cons."

Li Guofeng's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he looked at Ji Pingan:
"My Qin Tianjian never treats geniuses badly, and I'm not as good at painting cakes as Mo Lin. This Marquis can promise that no matter how well you perform in this experience, your Muyuan will only reward you more or less."

For a moment, the two men were fighting with each other.

Mu Yaoyao's face was dull, and she couldn't help looking at someone, but Ji Pingan's expression was normal, and she didn't care about the two monks sitting in the well.

the end.

Gao Mingjing shook his head and sighed, quite disappointed, got up and said:

"That's all I said, Ji Xiaoyou can think about it later, Gao's promise is always valid."

Li Guofeng's expression remained unchanged:
"Mr. Gao should pay more attention to Mo Lin's own family affairs. I heard from Honglu Temple that Mo Lin's disciples will arrive in two days, but they may not be able to stay until the end if they come early."

Gao Mingjing smiled and said, "I don't need to bother the Marquis to be concerned about this, so Gao will leave."

After speaking, he waved his big sleeves, and left in a cool manner, leaving only Li Guofeng with a serious expression on his face.With his eyesight, he could already see that this year, the gods will be rewarded greatly, and Mo Lin's faction may come prepared.

This is definitely not a good thing for Qin Tianjian.

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