"Who are you anyway?"
In the antique room, when the extraordinary-looking actress wearing a dark green official robe asked this question, Ji Ping'an laughed:
"What does Mr. Xu Jianhou mean?"
Xu Xiurong bit his lip and tried to organize his words: "I heard that you gave the reason when you signed up, but I don't think this reason can convince me."
Because she is good-looking... so I chose this. This is obviously a confusing and absurd answer.
Although she didn't know much about the boy in front of her, she was sure that he wouldn't be that infatuated.
Because from the time the two met until now, she had not seen the slightest bit of greed or infatuation in the other person's eyes.
The recommendation student's eyes were extremely clear, like a newborn child's, so clean that she felt ashamed of herself.
Xu Xiurong said:
"Although your talent is most suitable for the Mu Yuan, as Pei Sili said, you can definitely join the Jin Yuan, and then come back after the dust settles and I am deposed. Instead of risking offending both parties like you are now. Come and help me at the price of a famous prisoner."
Ji Ping'an smiled and said: "Is there a possibility that I am speculating? Instead of adding icing on the cake, why not provide help when it is timely. In this way, I can gain your appreciation?"
Xu Xiurong shook his head: "The gain outweighs the loss. If your talent is mediocre, it is still possible to do this, but with the qualifications you have shown, there is no need to take risks. And as far as I know, you should not be a fool."
In the room, green smoke curled up from an incense burner, and the two people sitting across from each other were silent for a moment.
After a long time, Ji Ping'an said helplessly: "Prince Yingming, I really can't hide it from you. In fact, what I did today was just following the instructions of the Imperial Master."
Xu Xiurong clenched her long fingers in her sleeves: "Speak clearly."
Ji Ping'an said: "In the past, when I was in Leizhou, the Imperial Master once told me that when I was imprisoned, if Muyuan encountered a crisis, I would have to help, but I didn't give any details."
Well, blaming all motives on the dead national master... This is a lazy method, but it is very useful.
Because the entire cultivation world knows that the Great Zhou Guoshi is at the pinnacle of the "Star Official" path and has reached the pinnacle of the Dayan Secret Art. It is rumored that he can spy on the secrets of heaven and predict the future.
This kind of nonsense about predicting what will happen after death is very reasonable when it comes to the national master.
Sure enough, Xu Xiurong did not question it at all, but showed an expression of "Sure enough, it is so."
She had already had a guess in her mind, but now it was just confirmed.
Ji Ping'an struck while the iron was hot, took out a jade bottle from his arms, and pushed it in front of the female star officer: "The Imperial Master also left something, which should be useful to you."
Xu Xiurong took it curiously, and uncorked the bottle with a "pop" sound, only to see a wisp of white dragon-shaped elixir spirit dragon pouring out, and a faint dragon roar could be heard in the room.
"Sacred medicine for healing!" The female star officer breathed heavily.
She recognized at a glance that this pill was precious and there was no need to take it. The fragrance of the pill poured into her nasal cavity, and the injuries in her body were faintly soothed.
Before he died, Master, did he predict that I would have this calamity in the future... Xu Xiurong's nose felt sour, and heat surged from his eyes, and he couldn't control his emotions for a moment.
But I didn't think about losing my temper. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and suppressed my emotions. I clenched the elixir bottle tightly with my green and white fingers. After a while, I opened my eyes with soft eyes:
"So, you are not just a casual recommendation from the Imperial Master."
She gave an example: "It shouldn't be easy to know the life of the Imperial Master, his profound knowledge of astronomy, the hidden natural signs of wood... and to hold such a precious item in hand."
Ji Ping'an thought for a while and said, "The Imperial Master did not give me a title, but he did leave me some things, including this bottle of elixir and other items to assist my practice."
He didn't make it very clear, and Xu Xiurong didn't get to the bottom of it because she already got the answer:
Personally passed down by the National Master!
Undoubtedly, only the direct disciples who can receive the inheritance of the Imperial Master, in terms of seniority, are the same generation as her.
As for why Ji Ping'an did not explain clearly, the reason is easy to figure out: in the context of the death of the national master, if he reveals his identity as his personal successor, the trouble will outweigh the benefits.
Xu Xiurong was afraid that this "little junior brother" would think too much, so he did not ask what the imperial master had left for him, and he was not prepared to delve into it.
She is not that kind of greedy person, not to mention Ji Pingan helped her.
From Ji Ping'an's point of view, after entering Muyuan and spending time together day and night, it was difficult for him to hide his cultivation speed from Xu Xiurong, so he had to take pills for himself and find a reasonable excuse.
"That's it." Xu Xiurong exhaled, cleared up all the doubts, and said with a wry smile:
"I just dragged you into the whirlpool. This time Bai Chuan's work was defeated, but he will never give up, and there will be trouble in the future. Fortunately, with this elixir, give me some time, and the condition will be much better after the injury heals."
Speaking of this, Ji Pingan said curiously:
"How is the situation in Muyuan now? According to what I heard, the situation was not this bad a few months ago. According to the rules of the school, once there are not enough students, you will be dismissed."
He originally imitated the university and set a series of rules, but they were not so strict.
Xu Xiurong's beautiful eyes dimmed and she said:
"It shouldn't be like this. According to the rules of the academy, the branch only needs to ensure a certain number of disciples. It doesn't matter if it can't recruit people at one time. But at the beginning of the year, when I was in retreat due to injury, my eldest disciple led a group of Si Chen to defect to the Shuiyuan. , this has led to the shortage of personnel in the Muyuan. Now, in addition to me, there are two people from Si Li and eight people from Si Chen. Counting you and Huang He, we can barely make up ten people..."
Regarding job-hopping, Ji Ping'an heard that Huang He had mentioned it in advance, but he didn't know the details. Only now will he understand the whole story.
Under normal circumstances, the number of disciples in each major branch ranges from thirty to fifty.
After all, Si Chen does not recruit every year. Those who have achieved a certain level of cultivation will gradually leave the divine capital to serve in major state capitals, or join the army, or travel to practice and improve their cultivation...
But ten people... is really a bit too few.
Seeing Ji Ping'an deep in thought, Xu Xiurong's face burned, and he suddenly felt embarrassed and said hurriedly: "But there are advantages to having fewer people. Each person is allocated more abundant resources and gets more teachings."
Forcibly win respect.
Anyway, she was already embarrassed enough, so she no longer tried to maintain her authority and tried to win over you: "You are entering the Qi-nurturing realm for the first time, so the Qi sea must be unstable. I am free, so I will sort it out for you."
Ji Ping'an looked embarrassed: "This...it's not necessary."
Xu Xiurong raised his little eyebrows, straightened his face, and warned:
"The road is difficult. You have just entered the practice and you don't know how powerful it is. Don't be arrogant because of your talent. We monks must have piety and awe, be sincere and fearful, and walk on thin ice... Don't underestimate the instability of this air sea. If you are not careful, it can be easily damaged. Douji.”
When she talked about spiritual practice, her tone became more confident.
Ji Ping'an hesitated for a moment and then said helplessly: "But I...have reached the peak of Qi cultivation."
Ga——Xu Xiurong froze, her beautiful eyes widened, as if she heard something unbelievable:
"What did you say?!"
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Water courtyard.
Outside a certain pavilion, a group of Si Chens were silent, hearing the sound of porcelain being beaten from inside the building.
After the meeting, Bai Jianhou returned angrily and locked himself in the room.
"What are you doing standing here? Is there nothing to do?" Suddenly, a middle-aged Si Li, also wearing a black official robe, came up and scolded.
Everyone saluted: "Peng Sili."
Peng Sili waved his hand and drove away the group of disciples. He then took a deep breath, adjusted his official robes, walked step by step outside the pavilion, and knocked gently on the door.
"Enter!"
The noise stopped suddenly, and Bai Chuan's voice came from inside the house.
