After class, Si Chen returned in groups of twos and threes, each of them still reluctant to leave.
Among them were the freshness of coming into contact with spiritual knowledge for the first time, and also the strong admiration for the national teacher.
"Brother Ji," Shi Jilun chased him out of the school gate and asked curiously, "So why does the Imperial Master use the Dao Sect Flying Sword?"
A group of boys and girls gathered around, acting like curious babies.
The palm-sized flying sword is the signature technique of the Taoist sect. Although the national master has a close relationship with the Taoist sect, that happened later.
Ji Ping'an said helplessly: "I'm not a national master. How could I know that I was so careful? Where did I get it from? Furthermore... in troubled times, is it not normal for a national master to have some magic weapons close to him? After he becomes powerful, he won't be able to use them anymore. used."
"That makes sense." A group of people left with satisfaction.
What Ji Ping'an didn't say was that after he was reincarnated in the past, he realized that the world was dangerous, so he used his knowledge to build a flying sword to protect himself very early.
Just like ten years ago, he also arranged many backup plans for this reincarnation.
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Time flies like water, and more than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye. During this period, Ji Ping'an's life was very regular: attending classes, practicing, and going to the library to check calculations.
What goes around comes around.
The courses in the school were also progressing steadily. As he expected, after the tenth day, Si Chen began to "open up" one after another and step into the realm of nourishing qi.
The first one was Xue Hongjian. As soon as the news came out, it sparked heated discussions among classmates. Many people congratulated him, and even Pei Sili came to see it.
The second batch is still dominated by astronomy students, with a small number of yin and yang students such as Shi Jilun mixed in, followed closely behind.
I have to say that the qualifications of this class of students are indeed good.
Then news came out from time to time that Si Chen was cultivating his qi, and the whole school was filled with the smell of gunfire and war. It was like a mortal school competing for academic performance, and the practitioners were no exception, but Ji Ping'an remained silent.
In addition, he always seemed sleepy and lacked energy in class, which also caused other people to pay less and less attention to him.
Gradually, people came to the conclusion that the guy recommended by the Imperial Master was not only mediocre in talent, but also not enterprising, and his desire to cling to others and make friends had also faded away.
However, not everyone gave up completely. On this day, when Jianzhuang knocked on the door of "Qinglian Xiaozhu", he saw Ji Ping'an planting flowers.
The sun is shining brightly in spring, but the temperature is not hot, but pleasant.
Ji Ping'an was wearing his washed white shirt, standing on the fence of the courtyard, with his trousers rolled up to the crook of his legs, wearing a bamboo hat on his head, and holding a hoe in his hand, as if he was not a noble cultivator, but a farmer in the field. .
"Senior Brother Jian, why are you here? Please sit down."
Ji Ping'an put down the hoe, patted the dirt on his hands, and said with a smile, "The boy is not here, so I can only trouble you to pour the tea yourself."
Jian Zhuang waved his hand to say no, but his eyes became complicated.
For this junior brother, he was very curious at first. Just the four words "recommended by the national teacher" were enough to stand out among the ministers, not to mention the gossip circulating in the prison about the visit of the saint of the national religion...
During this period of contact, he also noticed that his demeanor was different from ordinary people. He had an indifference that would not change even when a mountain collapsed in front of his eyes. For ordinary people, it is the embodiment of "calmness".
This made him feel that... this junior brother still needed to be rescued.
"No need, I just came here today to say a few words." Jian Zhuang made his expression as "kind" as possible.
Ji Ping'an looked at him for a few seconds through a fence. Strangely, Jian Zhuang felt an illusion of being seen through.
"What words?"
Jian Zhuang suppressed the strange feeling, organized his words, and said with concern:
"It's about academic work. I think you haven't been very energetic these days, and you don't seem to be interested in studying. Well... I'll just tell you some things. I know that you may be a little troubled because of your average talent, especially During these days, other Si Chens have been recuperating, which may make you more and more tired of studying..."
Ji Ping'an's eyes became a little strange.
Jian Zhuang is still persuading:
"But cultivation depends not only on talent, but also on character. Without a strong character, no matter how talented you are, your achievements will be limited. On the contrary... as long as your mind is firm, it may not be impossible to accumulate a lot... Even if you take a step back, if you really have difficulty on the road of cultivation You may go far, but if you want to find an official position among the four ministries, you also need solid knowledge of astronomy and astrology. I hope you can understand this."
Ji Ping'an hesitated to speak.
Jian Zhuang raised his hand to stop him and said in a serious tone:
"You don't need to explain anything to me. Cultivation is a long and lonely road. No one has the responsibility to others. You may not like to hear what I am saying today, but after all, you are the last one that the Imperial Master takes care of before he dies. Si Chen, I hope you know that you not only represent yourself, but also the eyes and face of the Imperial Master, so I will say this so that you can take care of yourself."
At the end of the sentence, his tone was a bit harsh. Jian Zhuang gave him one last look with hopeful and encouraging eyes, then turned and left.
At this time, Huang He happened to come back with a food box, and the two sides passed each other. Huang He watched the genius leave blankly, and then looked at Ji Ping'an with some confusion:
"Sir, why are Jian Sichen here? He looks so weird."
The peach trees in the courtyard were swaying like red clouds. Ji Ping'an stood inside the fence, with a smile in his clear and tranquil eyes. The more he thought about it, the more interesting he became, and he said:
"This guy... is quite interesting."
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Jianzhuang walked out of Qinglian Xiaozhu, but he didn't know that his words had received an "interesting" comment. Turning the road paved with bluestones, he looked back at the buildings in the distance and sighed deeply.
I hope that guy can find his way back.
As for if he persists in his stubbornness, he will not waste any effort in persuading him. In the end... he will be benevolent and righteous.
"It's better to think more about the new question Master asked. It's really too difficult. I wonder if the senior in the library has given the answer. I'll go and have a look tonight." Thinking of this, Jian Zhuang looked expectant.
During this period, whenever he encountered a problem, he would go to the Library Pavilion and ask for advice by writing notes. He would always get an answer, but he never got to see the true face of the senior.
The other party's answers are always extremely brief. Being short does not mean being crude, it can also be penetrating and to the point.
Even as the two sides asked for advice and answers through notes again and again... the comparison between Jian and Zhuang gradually gave rise to a feeling:
It seems that the senior who solved the puzzle in the pavilion has a deeper understanding of astronomy and astrology than his master Li Guofeng.
This discovery made him excited and shocked. You must know that Li Guofeng's cultivation level ranked first among the five great eunuchs. There were rumors that he was only ranked lower than Qin Tianjian.
Who in Qintian Prison is more powerful than his master?
A thought suddenly popped into Jian Zhuang's mind: If he deliberately went there early tonight, would he be lucky enough to meet that senior so that he could express his gratitude in person?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but speed up his pace, looking forward to the arrival of night.
