The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 7
As one of the most powerful beings on this continent, Xin Yaoguang is not afraid of any enemies, but in this world where there are no "immortals", no matter how powerful a life is, it is also powerless for many things.

Just like she sensed the momentary movement of the bright moon in the night sky, but she couldn't trace the source of the change.

And for the mysterious cosmic starry sky, a little disturbance is very common, which makes her even less likely to connect it with the star officials.

Especially... after the old man who single-handedly created the "Star Official" pathway passed away.

Xin Yaoguang felt inexplicably disappointed.

"Master." There were footsteps coming from far and near behind, followed by a girl's quiet voice.

Xin Yaoguang didn't turn around, she was wrapped in a cloak of feathers and bathed in the silver moonlight, her star pupils were half-opened and half-closed, and said lightly, "What's the matter?"

"Elder Chen reported something related to the biography of the national teacher..." Then, it was a detailed account, including how the Imperial Academy found the manuscript and how to find the young man.

Xin Yaoguang listened quietly without interrupting, until the girl finished her narration, she seemed to smile: "It's good luck."

I don't know who this "good luck" refers to.

The girl continued: "Elder Chen said that since that Si Chen knows many secrets of the national teacher, it may also include the notes of Master Li Yang."

She didn't continue to speak, because she knew that Master would definitely hear the implication.

Xin Yaoguang looked at the bright moon and was silent for a long time.

Just when the girl behind her felt sleepy and couldn't help but want to ask, she finally spoke and said softly, "Go and see him."

……

Under the night, the Great Zhou Palace was brightly lit, and the tunes of court musicians were melodious for a long time.

A distinguished guest came to the palace yesterday, but maybe that great practitioner from "Mo Lin" was too picky about the rhythm, so he was always a little careless at the banquet.

Not surprisingly.Everyone in the world knows that the practitioners in "Molin" specialize in "painting" and "sound", and they have deduced these two ordinary skills to a sublime level.

However, only Gao Mingjing himself knows that the real reason for his distraction is not this, but thinking about "Yuan Qing Da Ceremony".

There are also struggles in the world of practice. For the Taoist sect to take the lead and pass on for ancient and modern monks, the major sects uphold the attitude of neither opposing nor supporting it.

On the one hand, only the "Buddha" and "Taoism" factions with the deepest foundations have the strength to carry out this huge project, and leaving a name in history is not only aspirational for ordinary people, and monks are also not exempt from vulgarity. After all, who doesn't care about the name after death?
Don't want to be famous forever?

Not to mention it will affect the reputation of the sect?
On the other hand, it is secretly unconvinced. When the Great Zhou Guoshi was alive, he had his support. The Daoist sect is the undisputed number one in the world. Although Xin Yaoguang is now taking over the seat of the patron saint of the empire...

However, this Taoist female head teacher has "too little qualifications" and lacks enough brilliant achievements to make monks all over the world respect her.

So there was the evasion of the editorial work of the Imperial Academy, and the counterattack of making mistakes in front of the emperor yesterday.

It's just that the world has been at peace for a long time, and it is impossible for the major sects to lighten their swords for a "Ceremony", so the burden of challenging and shaking the Taoist "No. .

At that time, the sects in the Great Zhou Kingdom will gather in Shendu and send young disciples to compete.

Although the Buddhism in the Southern Tang Dynasty and the monsters and barbarians will not participate, it is only a grand meeting within the Great Zhou Dynasty, but it is enough to attract the attention of the world.

As one of the "Great Painters" of Molin, Gao Mingjing also has the ambition to use this to improve the ranking of the school.

As for Qin Tianjian...

Gao Mingjing shook his head. During the hundred years of the Great Zhou Imperial Master's retreat, his influence has been declining year by year. After the Imperial Master passed away, under the leadership of the mediocre Qin Tianjian, Qin Tianjian is no longer a strong opponent in the competition.

"National Division……"

Standing in front of the guest room table, Gao Mingjing gazed through the opened carved window sash, looked at the full moon in the night sky, and yearned for it.

Suddenly, in his field of vision, the surface of the bright moon seemed to have a circle of ripples, spreading towards the boundless and deep universe.

"Huh la la." Thoughts were rising and falling, on the mahogany table in front of him, a roll of white paper rolled out by itself, and the ink in a dark old inkstone was rolled up like frost and snow.

Wearing a loose robe and looking only in his thirties, Gao Mingjing, with long silver hair hanging loose behind him, has an extra paintbrush in his hand.

A dark green girl half the size of a palm popped out of the inkstone, puffed out her cheeks, and spit out a mouthful of ink towards the tip of the pen.

Gao Mingjing wanted to record this celestial scene with a painting, but he didn't write because the change of the bright moon was like a flash in the pan, and the desire to create in his heart disappeared without a trace.

"Sigh." Gao Mingjing shook his head regretfully, painting is like this, when the inspiration comes, it is like a miracle, but when the inspiration goes, it is dull.

"Tuitui." In the inkstone, the Mo girl who looked like a mythical elf was a little angry, with her waist akimbo, and spit at him.

Gao Mingjing smiled and comforted him, "It's just a horoscope disturbance, why did you come here?"

"Tuituitui..." Mo Nu ignored her and continued to launch water spray attacks.

……

Qin Tianjian.

When Huang He finished his evening class and returned to his bedroom with his exhausted body, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He was lying on the bed with his eyes closed tightly, and pictures during the day flickered in his mind.

In front of the Xilin wall, he admired and longed for the national teacher, thinking that Ji Ping'an was an ordinary supervisor, as if he was feeling emotional when he saw himself in the past.

In the dining hall, classmates and friends talked about their inferiority and loss when they heard and heard in a self-deprecating tone.

In the Hanlin Academy, when he was received by a scholar of Chengzhi, he was secretly excited and proud when he entered a higher circle for a short time.

After dusk, when the music ended, and I returned to the house alone, I suddenly realized that I was still just a tiny Dr. Leoke.

It's like a dream, and it's just a dream.

Received a commendation, but that's all. I gained the gratitude of my classmates, but what I really relied on was not my own ability.

This kind of little person flies out of the wellhead for a short time, participates in larger events, and finally returns to the ordinary experience. It is similar to the story of the protagonist in the market who sleeps in a fairyland and wakes up to find a dream.

But after all, something was different. Huang He opened his eyes, feeling a little stuffy in his chest. He came to the window and pushed it open with all his strength, letting the cold night wind blow his face, and then he saw a bright moon.

'...To tell you the truth, two days ago I still dreamed of that year, you and I fell asleep with our feet up, made a resolution under the moon, and imagined the future...'

Yu Wenjing's words echoed in his ears.

Are you really willing to end your life in the position of Dr. Leoke?But what if you are unwilling?
Huang He didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, he found that he was lying on the desk. It was already bright outside the window. He put on his robe in a daze, went to the dining hall to have breakfast, and before leaving I patted my head and brought another lunch box.

Taking the purchased chessboard and carving knife, he came to the "Qinglian Xiaozhu", and was about to knock on the door, but found that the door was not closed, and it opened with a light push, and then he was stunned.

After one night, the originally deserted small courtyard was full of vitality, the grass was covered with soil, the willows were as green as jade, and there were koi jumping out of the water in the pond, splashing golden ripples.

The buds of the old peach tree in the center of the yard are in bloom, and the branches are full of pink peach blossoms.

There is a rattan chair under the tree, and a green shirt is lying on the rattan chair, and the green shirt is covered with morning dew.

"Ji Sichen, why did you sleep outside all night?" Huang He came back to his senses in a daze, walked over quickly and asked with concern.

Ji Pingan opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a bright sword flashing in the courtyard. He smiled and stretched lazily: "I fell asleep for some reason."

"You haven't practiced, the body of a mortal can't stand the cold spring, and it would be troublesome if you get sick..." Huang He thoughtfully put down the food box, revealing the white meat buns, crispy side dishes, and preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

Ji Pingan thanked with a smile, picked up the food box and returned to the hall, and ate happily.

Huang He stood under the tree and was about to move the rattan chair away. At this moment, a peach blossom was slowly falling from the top of his head. He subconsciously raised his hand to catch it, and then his pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw that the peach blossom in the palm was broken in the middle, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror, as if cut open by a magic weapon.

　Thanks to: Haoran Chengshen, the book friend named Hong who makes soy sauce, and ZERO Lingchen for rewarding and voting
　　
　
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