In the impression of future generations, Liyang Zhenren is a cold and murderous person who kills countless enemies for revenge. Of course, this kind of person is not good at expressing emotions.
This is indeed the case.
Therefore, the sentences spoken by Ji Ping'an are probably the love words that best fit Liyang's character.
Yu Yu got the answer she wanted and gave a rare thank you. When she turned to leave the courtyard, she bumped into several Dr. Lu Ke.
Of course she didn't communicate with him and left in a melancholy mood.
Only a few doctors were left standing there in a daze, waiting for the Taoist robes to disappear before they came back to their senses, showing expressions of astonishment.
"I seemed to be dazzled. Just now, someone walked past me. She looked like a Taoist saint."
"I saw it too..."
"It's not a dazzle, it's a real person. Yu Yu, the saint of the state religion, the Taoist robe she wears must not be fake."
Several doctors talked excitedly, feeling like ordinary people meeting a star by chance. The real situation may be more exaggerated. Compared with their humble status, Yu Yu is qualified to be ranked alongside the five great eunuchs.
But...how could such a big shot appear in the freshman area? And without warning?
"Brother Huang, if I'm not mistaken, the saint seemed to have come out of Ji Sichen's yard just now." Dr. Zhao murmured.
Huang He said quietly: "Yes. And she also took the initiative to close the courtyard door."
Everyone was silent, and some couldn't believe it. They had been shocked when a bachelor from the Hanlin Academy came to see them before, and they finally calmed down. But this time it was a saint of the state religion who came?
What is she looking for Ji Ping'an for?
And... voluntarily closing the door, is this something that the arrogant saint can do?
Unless the person she visits demands respect from her.
"Probably for the sake of the Imperial Master, I came to take care of him." After a long time, Dr. Zhao consciously found a reasonable reason, "The people of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty know that the Imperial Master took special care of the Taoist sect when he was alive."
This is true. Legend has it that when the Zhou Dynasty was founded, the Emperor wanted to establish a separate state religion, but the state master came forward to help the Taoist sect secure its position as the largest sect in Kyushu.
To show his gratitude, the previous headmaster ordered Xin Yaoguang to study with the national master. In other words, headmaster Xin had to call the national master half a master.
"The Biography of the Imperial Preceptor" was also compiled for the Taoist sect. Considering that Ji Ping'an provided important help, the saint was sent to express his gratitude... It seems that it makes sense?
Shaking their heads, everyone went about their business with the list in hand with complicated emotions.
…
Qinglian Xiaozhu.
The just-closed courtyard door was knocked again, which made Ji Ping'an a little upset. He wondered funnyly what happened today? Why do these people keep visiting?
When he saw Huang He walking in, he couldn't help but wonder: "Why did Dr. Huang come to see me?"
Huang He held up the registration list and talked about the boy selection. As expected, he heard Ji Ping'an wave his hand and refuse:
"No need, I can't afford the expense of a boy, and I'm not used to being served by a stranger."
However, Huang He did not leave. Instead, he stood there and hesitated to speak, as if he was struggling in some way.
"Is there anything else?" Ji Pingan was curious.
The next moment, an unexpected scene happened. Huang He suddenly bowed his head to the end and said sincerely: "If Si Chen doesn't dislike it, Huang He is willing to be the boy by your side."
quiet.
The peach trees swaying in the wind seemed to be stunned, and Ji Ping'an laughed dumbly: "Dr. Huang, don't be joking, you are a doctor."
Although Dr. Lu Ke's status is not noble, he is already an official, one level higher than ordinary prison students. It is appropriate to be a boy under the prison prince, but it is too unbelievable to follow a Si Chen.
Huang He seemed to have made up his mind and said in a low voice: "It's not a joke. If Si Chen agrees, I will resign as a doctor later."
Ji Ping'an's smile faded: "I'm very poor, but I don't have any wages to give you."
Huang He insisted: "There is no need for Si Chen to ask for money. I can support myself. I just hope that if Si Chen becomes successful in the future, he can give me a chance to practice."
He frankly stated his intention. This idea had emerged since that full moon night. Huang He was not willing to be a petty official all his life. He wanted to practice cultivation.
But he doesn't have enough talent. If he wants to "open up", he must either swallow the treasures of heaven and earth, or have a "sitting in a well" level monk to help him resonate with the stars.
But both of them are too far away for him, so pursuing a hope with the right master is his only choice.
As for the reason for choosing Ji Pingan, it is even more simple. Compared with the rumors that the rest of the prisoners knew little about Ji Pingan, Huang He, who had the most contact with Ji Pingan, felt deeply:
This underappreciated young man from the country is not a simple person.
The courtyard fell into silence. Huang He kept his bowing posture and refused to get up. Naturally, he could not see Ji Pingan's strange and complicated eyes on the wicker chair.
I don't know how long it took, but Huang He only heard a lazy and indifferent voice: "It's up to you."
Is this considered an agreement? Huang He raised his head uncertainly and saw that the master he swore to follow had fallen asleep.
…
That night, a piece of news spread like wildfire throughout Qintian Prison.
A doctor named Huang He resigned from his position, packed up his bedding and luggage, moved into the wing room of Qinglian Xiaozhu, and became a new boy.
"Then the doctor is crazy? Is he betting so big?"
"I heard that the person chosen was Si Chen, who was recommended by the Imperial Master. I think he is preparing for a better future."
"That's true, but I heard that Ji Ping'an, although he has a strong background, his talent is not good. Otherwise, how could the prison princes let him go? He is not as good as Xue Hongjian. At least he has excellent talent and was born in the Duke's palace. .”
There was a lot of discussion, and most people expressed surprise and were not optimistic about it.
I feel that Huang He is out of his mind. After all, few practitioners have accumulated a lot of experience, and the vast majority of successful people have revealed their talents very early.
When Ji Ping'an entered the hospital, he was checked by the director and confirmed that his talent was not good, his resonance with Qiyao was low, and his age was not an advantage, so he was really not a good investment candidate.
"Brother Huang, don't be confused. Come with me to find Si Li to withdraw his resignation. There is still room for change." Dr. Zhao found him in a hurry and said urgently.
Huang He refused with a smile: "I'm not dizzy, I've thought clearly."
Dr. Zhao looked serious:
"You are no longer a reckless young man, and you don't look at your age? Okay... Even if your bet is right, Ji Ping'an will achieve something in the future, but how many years will it take to wait? Ten years? Twenty years? Wait for him How old are you when I have the ability to support you? Half of your body is buried in the ground, how can you talk about cultivation?"
His words were hard to hear, but they were very true.
Huang He was silent for a moment and said, "I know...but I'm not willing to do it."
Unwilling to give in... Dr. Zhao smiled bitterly. He understood his friend's feelings. They were all in the same class of supervisors. When they were young, they all had fantasized about their lofty ambitions, but after recognizing the reality, most of them gave up on their ideals.
"Sigh. Just take care of yourself." Dr. Zhao shook his head and left with a sigh, as if he hated iron.
In the next few days, Huang He faithfully performed the duties of a boy.
Every day before dawn, he would get up and clean the courtyard. In the morning mist, he would go to the canteen to prepare meals for Ji Pingan. In the morning, when Ji Pingan was studying, he would boil tea and fan him. In the afternoon, when Ji Pingan was carving, he would sweep away sawdust for him. .
At night, he would carry firewood on his back to heat the stove, put out bath water, and then make his bed and quilt.
It was a bit unfamiliar at first, but gradually he became proficient. In just a few days, a decent doctorate teacher turned into a servant, which is regrettable.
Ji Ping'an, however, did not comment on this, pretending that he did not exist, and just enjoyed his service with peace of mind.
Another evening, when Huang He returned from the dining hall carrying a food box, he suddenly heard low voices talking around a corner:
"Why did Dr. Huang become like this? He is like a servant in my family."
"Oh, I think this is what you are doing. If you are a good doctor, you don't do it. Instead, you go and make someone else's bed. It is an insult to politeness and politeness."
"Hey, don't say that. What if someone really succeeds in enlightenment and can practice cultivation after a few decades?"
"Haha, decades later..."
Huang He, who was wearing gray children's clothes and carrying a food box, listened silently.
At this time, the young supervisors came out of the alley, and they bumped into each other. The teenagers were stunned for a moment, then embarrassed, realizing that their criticisms had been heard.
"Dr. Huang." The teenagers saluted uncomfortably. They were also students taught by Huang He.
Huang He forced a smile: "I am no longer a doctor."
The teenagers looked at each other, not knowing how to answer. After all, they wanted to save face. It was one thing to talk behind their backs, but it was another thing to ridicule them in person.
Upon seeing this, Huang He took the initiative to say goodbye, carrying the food box and leaving towards the sunset. His back became shorter and shorter on the bluestone road bathed in golden sunshine, looking a little bleak.
"Actually..." a young man couldn't help but said, "He is quite pitiful."
…
When Huang He returned to the courtyard outside Qinglian Xiaozhu, he had already adjusted his mood. He opened the courtyard door and said:
"Si Chen, there is braised pork in the canteen today..."
His words did not continue, but came to an abrupt end, because tonight Ji Pingan was not lying on a wicker chair to sleep, but dancing with a sword in the courtyard.
He held a bamboo sword sharpened with a knife in his hand. As his figure moved, the shadow of the sword flickered like catkins.
His movements were not fast, even a little slow, but his whole body was bathed in the glow, showing an indescribable ethereal beauty.
The bamboo sword cut through the air, as if flames were spitting out, leaving mysterious and unspeakable trails.
Unknowingly, Huang He's whole body and mind were involved, as if he had entered a mysterious realm. He forgot about time and where he was. In his eyes, there was nothingness in the world, only the figure dancing the sword swaying.
The sun was setting in the west, and twilight was closing. When darkness enveloped the city of God, Huang He finally woke up and saw that the figure dancing the sword was no longer in the courtyard. Ji Ping'an did not know when he returned to his wicker chair, with a man leaning against his side. Bamboo sword.
And Huang He also clearly sensed the throbbing and echoing from the distant stars in the sky.
That was Qiyao's rhythm, which proved that he had enlightened and had risen from being a mortal to a cultivator.
"Understood?" Ji Ping'an said in a calm voice.
Huang He was startled, and indescribable joy and shock surged into his heart. He trembled all over and said, "Ming...understand."
"It's not too stupid." Ji Pingan nodded.
Huang He knelt down and kowtowed three times to Ji Ping'an respectfully: "Huang He will never forget Si Chen's kindness in rebuilding."
Ji Ping'an sighed tiredly and said, "I will call you Young Master from now on."
Huang He was stunned for a moment, and when he raised his head, he was crying with joy: "Yes, Young Master!"
