If it was inconspicuous before, but when Jian Zhuang also closed his mouth, the gentle snoring became increasingly clear.
Shi Jilun, Xue Hongjian and others looked stunned. They didn't expect that someone would dare to sleep in the first class... Especially after seeing clearly that it was Ji Ping'an, their emotions became more complicated.
Even if you know that you lack the talent to practice, so you decide to show off, you should at least pretend in the early stage.
At least if you try hard, you won't regret it.
"Brother Ji..." Ji Ping'an didn't wake up until a student sitting nearby called softly. He saw Jian Zhuang standing in front and said with a smile:
"This knowledge is indeed a bit boring. I remember when I was in prison like you, I would doze off while listening to the teacher in front of me repeating what he said."
A joke came out, which immediately diluted the awkward atmosphere. The Sichens laughed one after another, which was regarded as a relief for Ji Ping'an.
Jian Zhuang met a pair of eyes, put down the book, and changed his tone of voice:
"Xingguan is best at finding the rhythm of everything. In fact, music, storybooks, novels, and even lectures also have rhythm. If you keep tightening up, you will feel tired. If you are too relaxed, the priorities will be unclear...
"Therefore, the best thing is to be relaxed and relaxed. We just talked about a lot of boring knowledge. As an adjustment, we should also talk about some interesting topics. Is there anything you want to hear or ask?"
Hearing this, a student boldly said:
"Senior brother, can you tell me a story about the Imperial Master? The kind of story you won't hear in the marketplace."
This proposal immediately attracted a wave of support. After all, every Si Chen had regarded the National Master as his spiritual idol.
Jian Zhuang thought about it with a smile and said:
"Then let me tell you a story about his youth. You should all know that the Imperial Master came from a humble background, and he met me, the first God Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, very early on. But do you know how they met?"
Xue Hongjian recalled it, raised his hand and said, "It is said that it was because of a group of bandits."
After all, he is the son of the Duke and has extensive knowledge.
However, most of the others heard this for the first time and couldn't help but be surprised.
Jian Zhuang nodded and said with emotion:
"It's true. In the past, the Qian Dynasty king was ignorant and unruly, and bandits were rampant and looting everywhere. The town where His Majesty the First God Emperor lived was devastated. He fled with the refugees, but was kidnapped by a group of bandits on the way. In the mountain village, he was forced to become a bandit, and the imperial master was also a commoner who was kidnapped in the mountain, so the two got to know each other.
"At that time, the national master had not yet practiced cultivation and was no different from ordinary people, but he had already shown extraordinary skills. In a short period of time, the national master showed his talents and became the strategist of the village leader, and the god emperor also served as the leader with force. The two The people secretly conspired together and used some clever tricks to seize the power of the mountain stronghold. They used this as the basis for the uprising, and that was how the later uprising army came into being..."
A group of young people listened with fascination and their blood boiled.
Get lost in the story.
It seems like I have returned to the troubled times when wars were raging. I followed the young God Emperor and the Imperial Master as they attacked the city together, recruited troops from a small and broken village, annexed the cultivators, and finally unified the Central Plains.
No one noticed that Ji Pingan, who was sitting by the window, gradually drifted away, showing a nostalgic look.
Not to mention that no one would know that the protagonist of the story told by the teaching brother was sitting right next to him.
"... It was not all smooth sailing for the rebels. The most thrilling one was the Battle of Linliang."
Jian Zhuang said:
"At that time, they occupied a city in Linliang. They had limited troops and horses, but they faced the threat of enemy troops. At the critical moment, the national adviser proposed a strategy and released false news to attract enemy troops to attack the city. He sat in the city to defend, while God His Majesty the Emperor led the main force to sneak attack on the enemy camp.
"This strategy is extremely risky. If it succeeds, the rewards will be huge. However, if the Imperial Guards cannot hold on, not only will they escape death, but the family fortune they finally built will also be ruined. However, the two of them still made a bet, but when the enemy troops approach the city , the national master discovered that the opponent's strength was far beyond expectation, and it was impossible to defend it."
Hearing this, a group of students became nervous, and someone said:
"Then what?"
Jian Zhuang said: "So, the Imperial Master gave the order to let the enemy into the city, start street fighting, and use the geographical location to disperse the enemy."
Someone worried: "This is too risky."
Jian Zhuang agreed:
"Indeed, if we stick to the city wall, there is still a chance to retreat, but with this arrangement, the national army has no way to retreat and can only fight to the death.
"At that time, although the old man had already entered into cultivation, the Star Officer System's spells were not perfected, and his frontal combat power was not strong. At the most dangerous time, the soldiers in the city were almost dead, and the Chinese army camp was surrounded by enemy monks. , almost desperate...
"Later, His Majesty the God Emperor lamented that if he were in such a situation, he would have no chance of winning, but the Imperial Master miraculously managed to hold on."
The students' curiosity exploded: "Senior brother, how did the Imperial Master hold on?"
Jian Zhuang shook his head regretfully:
"I don't know. There are no records of this historical detail, and it has become an unsolved mystery among practitioners. No one knows what the God-Emperor saw when he led the reinforcements back. It is only said that the God-Emperor vomited for a long time afterwards."
Gan!
A group of Si Chen looked at each other and had a similar experience to Huang He and others who watched "The Legend of Huayang".
The broken dog must die a good death.
Suddenly, Xue Hongjian remembered something, turned to look at Ji Ping'an, and asked:
"Brother Ji, do you know this secret?"
People woke up in shock and remembered that there was a "know-it-all" here who knew the life of the Imperial Master. Even Jian Zhuang couldn't help but look over.
Shi Jilun said: "Yes, Brother Ji, what did the God Emperor see back then?"
Ji Ping'an sat by the window, facing the gazes, as if falling into memories: "He..."
…
…
Five hundred years ago, Linliang City.
The sky was covered with clouds, the heavy city gates were wide open, and a large group of enemy troops roared in. Everywhere they looked, there were shouts of killing, the clanking of soldiers' swords, and the sounds of cries and screams.
The former city lord's palace is now the "Chinese Army Camp".
The Imperial Master dressed as a scholar sits cross-legged behind the desk. The golden candlestick on the left is dancing with bright candlelight, and the weapon rack on the right is soft armor and a sword.
As the city's top commander, he did not put on armor and went into battle, nor did he flee in a hurry. He just sat cross-legged as usual and carefully wiped a palm-sized sapphire sword with a silk handkerchief.
"boom!"
The door was pushed open violently, and the shouting of kill suddenly became clear. A general rushed in, knelt down and clasped his fists:
"Strategy! The enemy has entered the city and has been dragged into street fighting according to your order."
He didn't raise his head and said calmly: "I know."
The general hesitated to speak, and had to leave quickly when he saw this.
He placed the cleaned sword on the table, picked up the second sword and continued to clean it.
Not long after, the general pushed in the door again, his armor stained with blood:
"Strategy! We can't hold it anymore. The soldiers below have fled. The enemy is too strong. We..."
"I know." He still didn't raise his head, his tone was still calm and indifferent, and even the action of wiping the small sword was not messed up at all.
The general stood there for a moment, sighed, gritted his teeth and said, before leaving.
After a while, the general was covered in blood, his hair was disheveled, and his body was filled with smoke. He almost fell in and cried:
"Military advisor! They are already heading towards the camp. Let's go quickly. We can't wait for the king to come back."
"I know." His tone was still calm.
This time, the general's eyes were wide open, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He said nothing, only clasped his fists and left the camp with the remaining soldiers and fled away.
Soon, everyone in the entire camp had fled, leaving him alone in the tent.
But he was still wiping the small sword meticulously, as if he was turning a deaf ear to the increasingly approaching shouts of killing. His movements were so gentle and careful, as if he were treating his closest lover.
Finally, when he polished the last small sword until it was shining brightly and placed it firmly on the table in front of him, the shouts of killing disappeared.
He raised his head and saw that there were enemies arrayed neatly outside the open door, and a master practitioner had sealed off the surroundings of the camp, making it impossible for them to pass through.
"Haha, I thought he was some kind of powerful character, but he turned out to be a coward." A tall and fierce enemy general stepped into the hall, holding a knife in his hand with a sarcastic look on his face.
The opponent's fiery red cloak was blown by the biting cold wind, hunting like fire.
He said calmly: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."
The enemy general smiled and said, "Are you waiting to surrender?"
He shook his head and did not explain. He just closed his eyes. The next second, the twelve sapphire flying swords placed on the long table in front of him suddenly turned into gray shadows and disappeared.
There was only a piercing scream exploding like thunder in my ears.
…
In the school, Ji Ping'an faced the probing eyes and immature faces and said calmly:
"He saw a dead city and a temple."
