"Master!"
Mu Yaoyao jumped up and greeted him with a smile, using flattery to cover up her elation just now.
The other Muyuan disciples and the two Si Li also said respectfully:
"Prisoner."
At the same time, I was surprised and didn't want to give Ji Ping'an such a high evaluation.
The above comments were highly praised by the imperial master in the past and were later spread throughout the world.
However, they did not know that this "famous saying" was stolen by the Imperial Master, and that the shameless literary thief was sitting next to him with a smile.
"No need to be polite." Xu Xiurong was in a very good mood, sat down with a smile, and said:
"I already know the news in prison. After this incident, those doubts have ceased. As for your senior brother's gift, just take it."
Saying that, the female star officer added in her mind:
Who made him so rich? He's a big dog, and he doesn't get anything for nothing.
Among everyone present, she was the only one who knew that given Ji Pingan's family background, she might not be able to appreciate this reward.
Only then did Huang He and others agree. They were overjoyed and there was no need to mention it further.
After chatting for a few more words, Xu Xiurong changed the subject and looked at Ji Pingan and Mu Yaoyao:
"This experience is over, and you will study in the special training class for the next period of time. However, as usual, it will not take up too much time, and you will still focus on your own cultivation.
"Early summer is approaching, and the major sects and people from other places who come to watch the grand prize will arrive one after another. The next gods may not be able to live in peace."
Huang He said: "Prince Superintendent, are you referring to the 'military performance' of all parties?"
Hearing this, a group of star officials at the table pricked up their ears and looked much more serious.
"Yanwu" originally means practicing martial arts.
But here, it has another meaning.
"Historically, on the eve of the opening of the Grand Prize in the Divine Capital, the period when major sects arrived in the Capital was the 'Martial Arts' period, which can also be understood as a preview of the Grand Prize. Initially, during the founding of the country, every time the Grand Prize was held, Sects from various states gathered together, and some people set up the arena to accept challenges from all parties to show the sect's heritage. It was named 'Wu Yan'."
"Following on, the Shendu Grand Prize became more formal, and only a few major sects were qualified to participate in the competition. This custom of 'acting martial arts' has also been passed down, and has deviated from its original meaning. Today, it is more like the major sects, in Before the grand prize starts, show yourself through an open challenge.”
Xu Xiurong was worried that Ji Ping'an didn't understand, so he patiently explained the reason:
"Of course. After all, we are from a prestigious sect that pays attention to style, and we also have to consider keeping our trump cards for the big prize. Therefore, 'Martial Arts' generally does not focus on fighting, but on other competitions. There are only occasional exceptions."
Ji Ping'an pretended to be curious: "Anything else?"
Mu Yaoyao raised her hand and answered quickly:
"I know. Take Mo Lin as an example. He majors in two ordinary skills, namely, 'painting' and 'music', which are extraordinary and refined. At the same time, he is supplemented by 'chess'. So every time before the grand prize, he will master these three skills. The ability to challenge the entire city of God, to be precise, is to challenge the imperial court."
The relationship between the imperial court of the Zhou Dynasty and the sects within the territory was quite subtle.
On the one hand, these sects are located within the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Moreover, the disciple’s household registration is also registered with the government.
Legally speaking, the sect belongs to the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
On the other hand, the practitioners are extraordinary, and several major sects have been passed down for thousands of years, with profound foundations.
Have strong autonomy.
This resulted in that he and the court were on good terms with each other on the surface, but secretly they were at odds with each other.
Every time there is a big reward, the actions of various major sects to challenge the divine capital are essentially a continuation of the struggle.
The Qintian Prison and the Taoist Sect of the State Religion both belong to the court camp and must deal with this challenge.
It has become a routine.
This is also the reason why many people from the world came to join in the fun:
Before observing the grand event, you can also watch several major sects taking turns to challenge the imperial court, which is extremely exciting.
"Indeed," Xu Xiurong nodded, and revealed the shocking news:
"The Ministry of Rites has sent a message that Mo Lin will arrive in the divine capital in the next two days. Next, the two major sects of the Beast Control Sect and Huaiyuan, as well as many small forces in the world will also arrive."
Daomen, Molin, Huaiyuan, Yushou Sect, and Qintianjian... are the five major cultivation inheritances in the Great Zhou Dynasty, excluding the royal family.
Among them, Taoism has the oldest inheritance.
The others also have thousands of years of history. Qin Tianjian was established the latest and has the least strength.
There is no way, the star official system has only been established for 500 years.
Qin Tianjian officially existed as a cultivation sect only in the later years of the Imperial Master's life.
This is also the reason why, although the five prison princes are directly inherited from the imperial master, they only have the cultivation level of "sitting in a well" and are so young.
It was very late when I accepted a disciple...
While the Imperial Master was still alive, although the strength of the Qin Tian Jian was seriously lacking, the Imperial Master alone was enough to make this new inheritance rank among the great sects in the world.
After the death of the National Master, Qin Tian Jian, who was in the realm of "watching the sky", faded out of sight again. As a result, it is not surprising that the overall strength of "Qin Tian Jian" is now at the bottom.
Ji Ping'an sat aside and listened to the discussion, feeling a little uninterested.
Mu Yaoyao suddenly looked at him and said:
"You are very good at painting, aren't you? If Mo Lin comes to show off his power, we can try to beat them on the painting path."
The others smiled, and Huang He said:
"Young Master is a good painter, but that's Mo Lin. His major is painting. How could he lose?"
The middle-aged Si Li also seconded the proposal:
"We have the greatest chance of winning in Chess, and we also have a winning record in Qin Dao. After all, the martial arts competition does not use spiritual elements, it is only based on skills. There are also Qin Dao masters in the divine capital... But in Hua Dao, Mo Lin has never lost in all these years. "
Xu Xiurong nodded, indicating that this was the truth.
Mu Yaoyao was a little unconvinced, thinking that Gao Mingjing could agree to it.
But let me tell you, she is not that confident anymore.
Although she had witnessed Ji Ping'an and Gao Mingjing discussing Taoism, she didn't understand it at all, and she couldn't understand the difference between them. She instinctively trusted authority.
Ji Pingan listened with a smile and did not refute.
He would not tell them that if he were to simply compare skills, he would not only be able to draw, but he could also be considered proficient in playing the piano and Go.
After all... living for a thousand years is enough to practice these things to the best, even to relieve boredom.
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South of the divine capital city.
On the wide Lancang Grand Canal, the hot wind in early summer blew the sails, and a large ship cut through the waves quickly.
On the ship, a strange flag was hoisted high.
It was the Merlin fleet.
On the broad deck of the ship, a handsome young man stood standing. He was wearing a slightly loose robe, with an ink pen hanging from his waist, and three scrolls inserted diagonally in the cloth bag behind him.
Painter Mo Lin's standard attire.
At this moment, looking at the pier in the distance and the scene of thousands of sail boats racing, I praised:
"The Divine Capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty is worthy of being the largest city in the world. It is majestic and magnificent."
Behind him, a young woman walked up. She was beautiful, wearing a simple and elegant dress, full of bookish air, and said with a smile:
"I'm more curious about the methods of the court musicians. The ancient rhythms of the Zhou Dynasty are very different from the Jiangnan music styles."
In the distance, the middle-aged female musician who led the band smiled and said:
"Why don't you, Mr. Chu, splash some ink? Mr. Tong, would you like to play some music?"
Eyes full of pride:
Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun are the two most outstanding young disciples of this generation of Mo Lin.
They belong to the "painter" and "musician" paths.
In the field of spiritual practice, there is also the theory of big and small years.
Mo Lin has been dormant for many years, and his results in the last Divine Capital Awards were mediocre.
This year comes again, but it is full of ambition.
Confidence... It comes from the young talents headed by the two. The contemporary owner of Molin once commented: Qu and Zhong are talented enough to leave their names in the history of Molin.
Qu Chuchen smiled and shook his head:
"Master Gao must be waiting at the pier, why don't you mention Meng Lang?"
Zhong Tongjun also agreed with a smile, his nose suddenly twitched, and he turned his head to look at the cabin.
I saw the kitchen curtain opened, and a fat little man rolled up his sleeves, holding a jar of fish soup, and smiled:
"Senior Brother Qu, Senior Sister Zhong, how about you try my fish soup?"
The handsome and prosperous Qu Chuchen smiled:
"Junior brother Ke, the gods are watching. You still have time to delve into delicious food. It seems you are not worried about the great national player in the gods."
Little Fatty was named "Ke Qiao" and nicknamed "Chess King". Although he was not as good as the other two in terms of spiritual practice, he was proficient in miscellaneous studies.
He has extremely high chess skills and is an unparalleled chess genius.
This time, Mo Lin was one of the trump cards in "Martial Arts".
Ke Qiao smiled, but didn't answer.
The pride that appeared inadvertently in his eyes was difficult to hide.
While talking and laughing, the ship docked, and a man dressed in white floated over.
All the disciples hurriedly raised their hands and said, "I've seen Master Gao."
Gao Mingjing said "yes" and laughed loudly: "It's been a hard journey, and the posthouse has been prepared. I'll wait for you to catch the wind and wash away the dust."
"It all depends on the master's decision."
Mo Lin and his group of monks immediately stepped into the divine capital city under the awed eyes of the boatmen on the pier.
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That night.
The news of Mo Lin's arrival spread in Qintian Prison, and replaced the "experience" that had just ended, becoming the top topic of conversation.
In the next few days, more frequent news came:
For example, the day after the disciples of Mo Lin arrived, they went to the palace to have an audience, and the God Emperor tried his best to commend them.
However, in the eyes of those who are interested, from the moment the first major faction entered the city, the city of God was in a state of chaos and was no longer peaceful.
For a moment, everyone was paying close attention, looking forward to Mo Lin's "martial arts performance".
Unfortunately, Ji Ping'an was not included among these people.
He seemed to know nothing about the storm in the city and still practiced at his own lazy pace.
Whenever he has nothing to do, he lies on the wicker chair and takes a nap.
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early morning.
When Ji Ping'an walked and arrived at the "Liang Yi Hall", he noticed that the atmosphere was a little strange. The special training members gathered together and discussed something heatedly.
"Did something new happen?" Ji Ping'an asked curiously.
Mu Yaoyao, who was sticking her butt out and listening to the gossip in the crowd, moved to a position and waved to him:
"Yeah, let me tell you, you who don't hear anything outside the window, you definitely don't know."
Ji Ping'an sat down with a smile: "Tell me about it?"
After training, his abilities were recognized, and Wang Xian took the initiative to share the information:
"Mo Lin's martial arts performance has begun. Just this morning, three teams walked out of the post house, set up a ring in the city of gods, spoke out, and challenged the gods with the three skills of 'painting', 'music' and 'chess'. All.
"Anyone can take part in the challenge. As the news spreads, the entire god has become a sensation. I don't know how many people are rushing to join in the fun."
Lin Qin's beautiful face revealed worry:
"There hasn't been such a big battle in the past years. It can be seen that Mo Lin is well prepared. If no one in the entire city of God can defeat him, I'm afraid he will become a laughing stock."
Qin Tianjian shares weal and woe with the imperial court. If someone really blocks the door of his home and is unable to fight back, it will also be a heavy blow to the morale of the Shendu Grand Prize.
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ps: I don’t know what’s going on, maybe I’m catching a cold, my arms are extremely heavy, and I feel so tired typing. .
