The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 79 The Dizi of the National Teacher 】

Those who were engrossed in the chess game didn't notice how that figure got onto the ring.

They will not understand the identity of the other party.

In the end, the chess player who was still guarding nearby was the first to react, his face changed, and he subconsciously wanted to scold the opponent to come down, but he was afraid of disturbing the thinking of the big player, so he had to hold back.

"Who is this person?"

"How did he get up? What does he want to do?"

The people in the distance couldn't hide their doubts, and there was a lot of discussion. The government servants who were mobilized to be in charge of security were first stunned and then nervous.

Ji Pingan ignored the noisy voices behind him, and he walked to the center of the ring calmly, his footsteps were not chaotic in the process, as if measured, the distance between each step was exactly the same.

"Chess King" Ke Qiao had a slightly rounded face, with a slight smile on his face, and looked at him suspiciously: "This is..."

Lian Congyun's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he leaned forward, staring at the chessboard, completely ignoring his arrival.

Ji Pingan ignored the former, first glanced at the chess game, and immediately said to the latter:
"Don't hold on."

His voice was not loud, but it was enough for the "referee" next to him and the chess players rushing forward to hear him clearly.

"If you keep going, you will only lose more memories. You should be very clear about this." Ji Ping'an said calmly.

A chess player's face changed slightly, and he wanted to scold him, but he was grabbed by the head of the chess academy next to him, and shook his head slightly.

They are the closest, why can't they see that Lian Congyun is holding on?Already exhausted?
Although I don't know the origin of this young man who suddenly appeared, but... at least I said for them what I wanted to say but didn't dare to say.

Honor is important, but no one wants a big player to die on stage.

Ji Pingan frowned, and was about to speak again, with a refined demeanor, wearing a square scarf, and this powerful man who was over fifty years old was finally pierced by these words.

With a sigh of relief, the sunspot that had been held between the middle finger and the index finger for a long time fell with a "click" and rolled on the chessboard.

As if all his strength had been drained, he said dejectedly, "I lost."

A chubby young man named Ke Qiao clasped his hands together and smiled politely: "Accept."

wow——

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd was in an uproar.The chess players around felt sorry for each other, lost their souls, and felt that their faith had collapsed.

Lian Congyun tried his best to get up, as if a big country who was several inches short took a step, his body shook suddenly, and he was about to fall.

At the critical moment, Ji Ping'an raised his hand to support him, and the spiritual essence in his body poured out from the palm of his hand, renewing his strength for the old man. The pale green starlight was particularly eye-catching in the twilight and sunset.

"Thank you." Lian Congyun thanked gratefully, and then sadly left the stage with the support of the chess player.

Witnessing this scene, the audience fell silent.

Only then did people realize that Lian Congyun had run out of fuel after hours of fierce fighting.

"Oh!" Someone let out a long sigh, and a huge disappointment and frustration enveloped the audience.

"Star official?" The chubby young man in a loose robe had a flash of light in his eyes, recognizing the origin of the spell.

He tried his best to recall the portraits of Qin Tianjian's younger generation of geniuses in his mind, but he couldn't find one that matched the person in front of him.

So... just an ordinary star official, the courage is commendable... He commented in his heart.

Hearing the words, Ji Pingan glanced at him indifferently, did not speak, but his eyes fell on a certain place on the chessboard, and immediately stepped off the stage.

"This battle, Molin Keqiao wins."

The referee was silent for a moment, then announced in a deep voice.

Then he looked at the "Chess King", but Ke Qiao, who was not astonishing in appearance, disappeared with a smug smile. He stared fixedly at the chessboard, thinking back to Ji Ping'an's glance before he left, feeling a little confused.

Is it a coincidence?Or am I overthinking it?

When Ji Pingan was about to leave, that seemingly ordinary glance just pointed out the only chance to turn the tables in the whole chess game.

It's a pity that Lian Congyun didn't grasp it, and time can't be repeated.

……

……

The setting sun sinks into the ground, and the sunset glow in the sky is like fire.

The crowd of onlookers left in a gloomy and depressed atmosphere, spreading the news of the defeat to the entire God City.

If it is normal to say that the two battles of "painting" and "sound" were defeated, then the defeat in the Go competition became the last straw that overwhelmed the pride of the people of Shendu.

The palace, the imperial study.

"What did you say? Lost all three games?"

After listening to the old eunuch's report, Emperor Yuan Qing, with shiny black hair and dignified demeanor, suddenly sank.

The guard at the gate was silent.

Eunuch Deng lowered his head and responded: "Yes. Molin disciples are extremely talented this year, the most talented in history..."

Emperor Yuanqing slapped the case and said angrily: "I don't want to hear this. The first two items are nothing more than that. Where is Lian Congyun? Bring him to see me."

Eunuch Deng had a bitter expression on his face: "Your Majesty. Even the countrymen have been suffering for several hours, and when they stepped down, they were exhausted. Fortunately, a star official came to treat him, but he was also seriously exhausted and fell ill."

Emperor Yuan Qing listened to the report in silence, his anger subsided a little, and he sat on the big yellow silk chair, frowning: "What did Mo Lin say?"

The old eunuch said: "It is said that we will continue to fight for three days. If there is no one to fight, we will stop."

"Provocation! This is provocation!" The veins on the back of Emperor Yuan Qing's hands popped out, and then he sighed, helpless.

The practice of martial arts has always been a continuation of the struggle between the sect and the imperial court, and it is the most decent way to put it on the table like this.

Although the imperial court could ask the great monks to come forward to suppress the opponent, but an unequal contest would only make one's side lose face.

……

……

At night, Chang'an Street was brightly lit and still bustling, but there was an atmosphere of sadness in the restaurants and wine shops everywhere.

"In the three arenas, none of them are victorious. Why is this? Is it true that there is no one in the Great Zhou God?"

In the restaurant, a scholar drank a dull wine, his eyes were full of tears, and he sighed.

Next to it, a martial artist who came from other places shot up:

"This Lao Shizi's 'playing martial arts' is really unfair. Why don't you compete with me? Shady, it's all shady!"

A middle-aged drinker said:
"Let's not talk about the other two. The only one I don't want to be reconciled to is the game at the Chess Academy. Mo Lin's chess player is not a man, and he bullies the old national player. It is extremely shameless!"

"That's right."

"Heh, Mo Lin must have a guilty conscience and was worried about losing, that's why he made this trick."

"When I passed the gambling house, I only heard the gamblers curse Lian Guo for losing chess. But the big player has tried his best, and it is not a crime of war."

A famous drinker joined the discussion, some lamented, some scolded, and some were aggrieved.

But in the end, it all turned into a helpless sigh.

"But... still lost."

In the corner of the restaurant, a brother and sister dressed as Jianghu people ate in silence.

Listening to the discussions, the short girl wrapped in a dark red sarong couldn't help but say:
"Brother, do you think the imperial court will bear it like this?"

The elder brother in her mouth is a young man dressed as a young man with a scar on his forehead. He put down the bowl and chopsticks, frowned and said:

"So what if you can't bear it? Unless there are still powerful cards to play."

An old servant came over and smiled:
"What the young master said is true. But I heard that Mo Lin will continue to fight for three days, and the city of God is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Maybe someone will stand up."

The girl's eyes are longing, is there really anyone else who can do it?
……

The post house where Mo Lin is located is an elegant courtyard with a single family arranged by the Ministry of Rites.

At this moment, the courtyard is brightly lit, and a string of lanterns hangs under the eaves, illuminating the square courtyard.

A group of "painters" and "musicians" in Molin were in a good mood, and they set up a banquet to celebrate the victory. Everyone had a smile on their faces.

It is in stark contrast to the sad city of God.

"Cough," halfway through the banquet, Gao Mingjing coughed, attracting everyone's attention, and said with a smile:
"This year's martial arts victory, Chu Chen, Tong Jun, and Ke Qiao performed very well. However, it will take three more days. Remember not to relax, so as not to lose the good situation."

Qu Chuchen, who looks handsome and has a gentlemanly demeanor, said seriously:
"The teacher's admonition is very good, we will keep it in mind."

Wearing a simple and elegant long skirt, Mr. Zhong Tong, with a strong bookish air, pursed his lips and chuckled, and said:
"I'm looking forward to having a stronger opponent. Although the court musician is majestic today, he may have been trapped in the deep palace and played for the emperor for too long. Although his skills are strong, he has lost his aura. It's a pity."

Beside, a disciple teased:

"In my opinion, the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty has already played all the cards. Even if they send people again, they will only be weaker."

Amidst the laughter, Gao Mingjing suddenly thought of someone and said with emotion:
"I don't mention the musicians. But the painters... Shendu really has great potential."

Qu Chuchen's eyes lit up, full of interest:

"It must be extraordinary to be valued by a high teacher. I don't know who it is, but do you have a chance to learn from each other?"

"He..." Gao Mingjing held the wine bottle, Ji Ping'an's figure faded from his mind, he shook his head and sighed:

"There is no destiny, that's all. After all, it's just the potential is amazing. In terms of attainments, it's still not as good as you, so don't worry."

After finishing speaking, he caught a glimpse of the "Chess King" beside the table, always looking down and wandering in the sky, and said curiously:
"Ke Qiao, why are you so dull today? It's not your character."

The chubby young man came back to his senses and subconsciously smiled: "I'm a little tired."

Everyone didn't notice the difference, compared to the former two, playing chess did consume more effort.

Gao Mingjing said a few words of encouragement, telling him to rest well.

Ke Qiao saw that all the teachers and colleagues were very excited, but he hesitated to speak, but finally said nothing.

……

State religion, Jiyuan.

The moonlight broke through the clouds, sprinkled the cold starlight, and reflected on the floor outside the corridor, like frost and snow.

The Taoist female head teacher sat cross-legged in front of the window, holding the pen holder between her slender fingers, copying scriptures.

The gorgeous feathers are draped, and the temperament is cool and dusty.

"Da da." The footsteps came from far to near, and a figure pushed the door and entered, sitting beside her, without speaking.

Xin Yaoguang's movements were unaffected, and he didn't say a word. There were two masters and apprentices, one big and one small, carrying each other.

In the end, it was Yu Yu who couldn't hold back, and handed over her porcelain-like little face, and said aggrievedly:
"Master, you don't even ask me what happened."

Because I know you can't help it... Xin Yaoguang thought, "Oh", and said:
"what happened?"

Yu Yu fell down on the floor and said sullenly: "It's about Mo Lin's martial arts performance. In the three arenas, the entire army sent by the imperial court has been wiped out."

Xin Yaoguang didn't care much: "Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs, so why should I care about it as a monk of my generation."

Yu Yu said with a small face:

"It's just annoying. The gods are our Taoist territory, and at most they will be given a small half to Qin Tianjian. It Mo Lin came to show off his power, and the disciples are not very happy."

The corner of Xin Yaoguang's mouth raised a beautiful arc, pretending to be helpless and said:
"So you come to complain to the master? But the master can't take action, bullying the small with the big."

Why not, you can do it secretly, pretending to be a mortal or something... Yu Yu murmured in her heart, she didn't care about "bullying or not", after thinking about it, she suddenly said:
"I heard that during his lifetime, the National Teacher liked to play games with the world. He often pretended to be an ordinary person and wandered around, so he didn't care about his status. Even the cats and dogs in the village were fighting, and the National Teacher would take care of them.

"By the way, the music played by the musicians today was recomposed by Master Guoshi on the basis of his predecessors, so he doesn't look like a big man."

Xin Yaoguang smiled gently: "That's why he is the master of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is unique and unparalleled in the world."

She put down her pen, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and said with nostalgia:

"The song you are talking about is "Time". I used to listen to the national teacher play it as a teacher in the past."

"Play?" Yu Yu caught the key word.

Xin Yaoguang said "Yes" and said:

"The National Teacher once verified that this song was played by the Immortal Liyang by the river in the past. They are all wandering in the rivers and lakes, how can they practice with Yaoqin on their backs? An easy-to-carry flute is normal."

Yu Yu raised his head and learned to look at the bright moon outside the window. Hearing the master's story about the past, he said with some fascination:

"I really want to hear how the national teacher plays."

……

Qinglian Xiaozhu.

Ji Pingan lay on the rattan chair, quietly looking at the bright moon in the sky, as if he could witness the waxing and waning of the moon on the moon.

This world also has a moon, but unlike my hometown, the bright moon here has no uneven black spots, and is as perfect as a round mirror.

"Young Master." Huang He pushed open the courtyard door and called out habitually.

Ji Pingan didn't look at him, and still maintained his moon-watching posture: "In a bad mood?"

"En." Huang He moved a bench and sat under the eaves, and said:

"Everyone in the prison is talking about Mo Lin performing martial arts, and many young disciples are emotional."

No matter the Taoist sect or the Qin Tianjian, they all regard Shendu as their own territory, and they are connected with Yu Yu emotionally.

It is of course uncomfortable for outsiders to show off at the door of one's own house.

After listening to Huang He's narration, Ji Pingan said:

"Didn't you say that it will be held for three days? Let's wait for the court's follow-up countermeasures. Maybe it will come back."

Huang He was dejected, without the slightest confidence, got up and went to the house to boil the bath water.

The early summer night wind blew across the small courtyard, and a large clump of black bamboos made rustling noises. Ji Pingan lay down for a while, and suddenly beckoned.

A straight and delicate bamboo snapped and handed itself into his hands.

Ji Pingan picked up the carving knife casually, and cut off the two ends of the bamboo. The blade of the knife flew, and the moso bamboo became smooth, with a row of holes on the surface.

Like a rough, unfinished bamboo flute.

……

In the next two days, there were still frequent news sent to the Qin Tianjian, and there were masters fighting one after another, but without exception, they returned in defeat.

This disappointed many people who had hoped that the imperial court would have a backup, and finally recognized the fact that Yanwu was defeated.

The third day, noon.

Liangyitang.

When Ji Pingan closed the book, finished today's class, and got up to leave, he was stopped by a talented girl who was ranked second only to Luo Huaizhu.

Lin Qin frowned, looking like a good student: "Shall we go to the dining hall together?"

Ji Pingan glanced at her unexpectedly, thinking that the current imperial court was really disappointing, so he had no choice but to bully the children as an old man.

There is only half a day left, so it is not a good waste.

I had no choice but to shake my head and said, "I have something to do today."

(End of this chapter)