Under night, the Lancang River surges.
The night in early summer was not hot. Ji Pingan slowly raised his head and looked at the "fairy" standing in the sky in front of him.
The Taoist robe in feather clothes is fluttering in the wind. His posture is impeccable and his temperament is cold and pure. His hair is tied up with green silk in a lotus jade crown, and he holds a whisk in his hand.
Thousands of threads in the dust are like stars condensed.
Han Xingzi's clear eyes looked down at the young man below with dignity and a hint of curiosity.
"Are you... Ji Ping'an?"
The sound is not loud, but it is like thunder exploding in the ears. This is a method given by the Taoist Yang God, which can shock the mind.
But Ji Ping'an only felt a little noisy and unexpected.
From the moment he stepped into the divine capital city from Leizhou, he knew that sooner or later, he would one day meet the Taoist master.
It's just that I really didn't think about it this way today.
After all, he is the pinnacle of the Shenzang Realm. Shouldn't he stay away from the world and overlook the human world...
Well, Mo Lin's martial arts performance is indeed something worth seeing in the world, and the Shendu Chess Academy is not far from Qingyun Palace. It's not surprising to pay attention to it, but to show up in person is a bit unexpected.
Well... when these thoughts were running through his mind, Ji Ping'an automatically ignored them:
As a former Shenzang Realm monk, it would be inappropriate to bully children, but he was reborn, so that's another matter.
Xin Yaoguang didn't know what he was thinking, and couldn't help but be a little surprised to see Ji Pingan still remain calm despite the shock of Yang Shen.
Immediately thinking of this "little guy"'s record of winning three games in a row, it seemed reasonable.
Extraordinary people do extraordinary things.
In his mind, the things Yu Yu mentioned in the past about this "recommended national teacher" came to mind.
It's just that in the past, although she had an impression of Ji Ping'an, given her status and vision, it was just an "impression", far from being profound, and she would never have the idea of meeting her.
What really caught her attention was not the close game of Go, but the familiar song "Time" by the Baidi Lake.
Then, he secretly poked at Yangshen to watch.
Watch him playing the flute in Baidi, painting dragons in Qingxing Garden, and making moves in the chess courtyard.
Although he was already one of the strongest men in the world, this young man still refreshed her views time and time again.
Finally I couldn't hold it back anymore and showed up to see him. I still haven’t reached home in cultivation.
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"Qintian Supervisor Chen Ji has met Master Xin safely." As his thoughts turned, the young man on the bridge saluted politely.
His tone was calm, his eyes were clear, and his voice was intermittent amid the sound of the rushing river.
Xin Yaoguang stared with his narrow eyes, interestingly: "Do you recognize me?"
Ji Pingan said:
"I'm lucky enough to read through the Dao Sect's classics. In the capital of the gods, there is only one person who can travel around the Kun Dao in the body of a Yang God."
Xin Yaoguang nodded, his voice maintaining just the right amount of indifference:
"As Yu Yu said, he is knowledgeable and knowledgeable."
Will that spoiled little girl say nice things about me? ...Ji Ping'an didn't believe it and said politely:
"The saint has been overrated. I wonder if the master has shown up. What advice can you give me?"
This young man... is indeed a bit arrogant as Yu Yu said... Xin Yaoguang's eyes narrowed slightly.
With her current status, it's almost the same if she doesn't say that she wants to be admired, but Ji Ping'an is neither humble nor arrogant, which is a bit interesting.
"I heard the piece of music you played, and it sounded like a national teacher." Xin Yaoguang's red lips slightly opened, "I wonder how to learn it?"
In fact, the music played by Ji Ping'an was not quite the same as the one played by the Imperial Master in his memory. This was not only a problem of Xin Yaoguang's memory filter, but also related to his identity change.
People's mental age is closely related to their physical age.
In old age, no matter how childlike you are, you will never be able to hide the decadent air of aging like the sunset.
Correspondingly, when you return to your youth, your soul, no matter how mature it is, will be much lighter, your mood will change, and the tunes you play will naturally be different.
Of course, there are differences. But after all, it is played by one person, and some things that are of the same origin cannot be thrown away.
Ji Ping'an replied: "It was taught by the Imperial Master in the past years."
Xin Yaoguang looked down at him: "Painting, chess, astronomy, even this mask, the teleportation talisman..."
Ji Ping'an recommended everything: "They are all gifts from the Imperial Master."
Xin Yaoguang was silent for a moment and said, "Your identity?"
"The personal disciple of the Imperial Master."
"No wonder...why you hide it."
"Stay out of trouble."
"That's quite clever."
On the big stone bridge at night, the two people asked and answered questions, concisely and clearly.
This kind of conversation happened many years ago, but at that time the question was asked by the Great Zhou Imperial Master who asked the question, and the answer was Xin Yaoguang, a genius disciple of the Taoist sect.
Time flies like an arrow, mountains and rivers are old friends...
But if anyone saw this scene, I don’t know how surprised they would be.
Headmaster Xin had been in seclusion for many years, and it was difficult for His Majesty the God Emperor to see him, but on this night, he had a conversation with a young man.
Xin Yaoguang sighed softly and said, "So, are you returning according to the last wish of the Imperial Master? To inherit Qin Tianjian?"
Ji Ping'an said: "I didn't think so long term."
Xin Yaoguang's cold face seemed to be smiling:
"The master's plan is unparalleled in the world, and I am also impressed. Knowing that the end is approaching, how can he not make any arrangements for his death? Qin Tianjian has the least knowledge among the major sects, so it is natural to send a genius disciple back. It should be. It seems that this year's great reward from the gods is quite promising."
That's a good idea... Ji Ping'an gave a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart, smiled and said nothing, taking Quan as his acquiescence.
Xin Yaoguang changed the subject:
"However, what you do today is still Meng Lang. Neither Mo Lin nor the emperor will ignore a person of unknown origin who possesses a teleportation talisman."
Ji Ping'an's face became a little more serious:
"What the headmaster means is..."
Xin Yaoguang seemed to smile and said:
"I also inherited the kindness of the National Master in the past, and I will take care of any subsequent troubles for you. It's not early, so go back quickly."
Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows and said, "Thank you, Master."
The first dialogue between the two parties in this life is about to end.
Just when Xin Yao's Guangyang God was about to fade away, Ji Ping'an suddenly remembered something and asked:
"One more thing. Regarding the demon assassin who assassinated me a few days ago, does the master know the origin?"
Xin Yaoguang looked at him in surprise, shook his head and said:
"Shenzang does not know everything. Besides, this city of gods is the emperor's territory after all."
The implication:
First, I don’t notice such trivial things, and the Divine Treasure Realm cannot know things in the mortal world out of thin air.
Secondly, although the Taoist sect is powerful, it still has to give face to the God-Emperor. It is impossible to release the divine consciousness unscrupulously, and it is not good to interfere in the affairs of the court.
Ji Ping'an was not surprised, he just asked casually.
After the last assassination, he conducted horoscopes many times to try to deduce the truth behind the "Peng Yuan case" and the "official murder case".
But firstly, his cultivation level was too low, and secondly, there was obviously interference from a high-ranking person in this matter, so he gained nothing.
That’s all, it’s just a trivial matter after all…
The next second, Xin Yaoguang's figure slowly faded away, as if he had never appeared before. From the moment it arrived, it enveloped the surrounding area, and the barrier that obscured the existence of the two people also disappeared.
"Hey, look, grandpa, the man who suddenly disappeared on the bridge has appeared again."
Qiaotou. Among the grandfather and grandson who set up a stall selling snacks, the little girl pointed to the dark distance in surprise.
The old man hurriedly pressed down on her arm and warned: "Don't look around, and don't get dirty things on her!"
The last time the grandfather and grandson witnessed a practitioner killing someone, they were frightened and had lingering fears.
…
…
Outside the chess court, the crowd gathered had dispersed.
The disciples of Mo Lin also returned to the inn, and Gao Mingjing rushed to the palace alone in a carriage.
The great painter closed his eyes and fell asleep, and in his mind, the scene that the young man who called himself "He" "erased" out of thin air was replayed repeatedly.
With the ability to teleport in space, whether it is his own cultivation or the use of magic weapons, he is by no means an ordinary person.
Mo Lin can lose, but he must lose clearly.
Suddenly, the horses neighed, and Gao Mingjing suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the carriage was still driving, but the originally thick carriage gradually faded away.
His sight, through the translucent carriage, saw that outside was no longer the bustling city of God, but a gray mist.
The great painter was shocked. He raised his hand to grab the painting scroll beside him and wanted to crush it, releasing the painting to protect him against the enemy.
But I heard a cold and indifferent female voice: "This matter ends here."
Gao Mingjing paused for a moment, then suddenly became solemn, cupped his hands and said, "But Daoist Master Xin?"
"Go back." The female voice was ethereal.
The gray fog disappeared, and the carriage returned to its original appearance. The driver's curses could be heard from outside the carriage curtain, as well as the sound of horses' hooves stepping on the stone pavement under the moonlight.
"Congratulations, Master." Gao Mingjing exhaled slowly, with lingering fear in his heart, not daring to make any mistakes. He looked solemnly in the direction of Qingyun Palace and commanded in a deep voice:
"I'm not going to the palace anymore, I'm going back to the post house."
Xin Yaoguang's voice transmission is an attitude.
That is: I don’t want Gao Mingjing to continue to pursue the identity of the young man.
"So... that Mr. He is a disciple of the Taoist sect? But I haven't heard of such a figure in the Taoist sect's generation. Could it be that the rumored Holy Son who doesn't show his true face?"
Gao Mingjing thought in his mind.
…
royal palace.
"So, this person disappeared out of thin air in the Chess Academy? Is he a monk?" Emperor Yuan Qing asked in a deep voice after hearing the details.
Duke Lu Guo hesitated and said: "It is more likely that some kind of magic weapon was used."
Emperor Yuan Qing frowned:
"If I remember correctly, magical weapons involving transmutation are not common."
As an emperor, Yuan Qing's character was full of suspicion. A monk with unknown origins and outstanding abilities appeared under his nose... This made him instinctively wary.
Duke Lu Guo hesitated and said, "Maybe it's a side sect of Jianghu?"
Emperor Yuan Qing, who had a majestic face, shook his head. Although the world is big, it is still a small fish and a shrimp.
He thought about it and was not at ease. He sent Duke Lu away first and then called his attendants:
"Send someone to Qingyun Palace and ask the master if he knows the origin of Mr. He."
"Here."
The little eunuch took the order and hurried towards Qingyun Palace.
Emperor Yuan Qing waited in the room for a long time, and the latter finally returned:
"Your Majesty, Headmaster Xin did not show up. He only sent someone to deliver a message."
It's strange that she would show up... Even if I ask for an interview in person, it may not be possible... Emperor Yuan Qing muttered and asked:
"What did the Headmaster say?"
The young eunuch said: "Headmaster Xin only wants to say, please don't pay attention to this matter."
do not mind? So... the master knew it, but he didn't want to tell me... Emperor Yuan Qing was annoyed when he interpreted the meaning, but couldn't ask further.
He waved his hands indifferently and said, "I know."
…
Posthouse.
When Gao Mingjing's carriage stopped at the door, a disciple of Mo Lin came forward to greet him:
"Master Gao, you are back."
The great painter said "En", and when he saw the disciple's expression of sadness, he couldn't help but sigh softly.
Stepping into the courtyard, I saw a group of painters and musicians gathered in the courtyard waiting. The atmosphere was dull, in sharp contrast to three days ago.
"Master Gao...can you find out the identity of that person?"
Qu Chuchen, who was handsome and handsome and dressed like a gentleman, stood up to greet him with an urgent tone.
He still remembered finding that person and having a long chat with him... discussing painting techniques.
Musician Zhong Tongjun, who was wearing an elegant long dress and a bookish face, also stood up, with hidden expectation in his eyes.
"Chess King", the little fat man, sat in the corner silently and looked up when he heard the sound.
Gao Mingjing met the gaze of a group of disciples, shook his head and said:
"This person's identity is mysterious. He may have something to do with the Taoist sect, so it is inconvenient to go into details."
Is it related to Daomen? The disciples were surprised.
Gao Mingjing did not explain too much, looked around the disciples, and said seriously:
"Today's defeat is not due to lack of strength in the battle. There is no need for you to blame yourself, and there is no need to worry about it. You must know that there are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world. Don't be arrogant when you win, and don't be discouraged when you lose. This is the foundation of my life as a disciple of Mo Lin. In the end, practicing martial arts is a trivial matter. The goal you are waiting for is the Grand Prize in the City of Gods, so don’t let a few setbacks ruin your spirit.”
The disciples of Mo Lin bowed down to listen to the instructions and made speeches, which greatly reduced their depression.
After all, they are all determined people and are not easily attacked.
Gao Mingjing waved his hands with satisfaction and ordered all the disciples to practice.
Suddenly, the little fat "chess king" came over and said:
"Master Gao, I fought with him for several hours today, and I always feel that that person is somewhat familiar."
"familiar?"
"Yes," the little fat man looked confused, as if he was organizing his words:
"I have never seen his face before, his voice is also very unfamiliar, his figure is ordinary, and his clothes are even more common. What I mean is his temperament. It is a bit unclear from the star official who took Lian Congyun away on stage three days ago. Unexplained similarity.
"It's just... I only had brief contact with the star official at that time, so it might be an illusion."
He held back these words for a long time and finally said them.
Star officer?
Gao Mingjing was startled. He had heard a little bit about Lian Congyun's incident, but he had not witnessed it.
After careful interrogation, the little fat man couldn't explain anything. He only briefly described his appearance and temperament, and then added:
"By the way, he used magic to restore Lian Congyun's energy. The corresponding one should be the 'Sui' star, perhaps the Muyuan star official."
After saying that, he was surprised to see Gao Mingjing's face looked strange.
Why...this description is similar to that of Ji Ping'an?
But he is Qintian Supervisor Si Chen, and there is no way he could be involved with Xin Yaoguang. Besides...if it were him, there would be no reason to change his appearance.
"Don't think too much, you probably saw it wrong." The big painter patted the little fat man on the shoulder and said.
…
Qin Tianjian, Qinglian Xiaozhu.
In the quiet room, a wall rippled, and Ji Ping'an stepped in after making sure the surroundings were safe. Fang took off the human skin mask, clothes and other items and put them into the "kit bag".
The joints cracked and returned to their original appearance. He opened the door and returned to the courtyard, lying on the wicker chair a little tiredly.
When he was almost lying down, there were rapid footsteps outside the hospital.
The courtyard door slammed open, and Huang He led Mu Yaoyao and several other Mu Yuan star officials to rush in.
"Master, you are here." Huang He was surprised.
Ji Ping'an yawned, looked lazy, and said with a smile:
"Otherwise, I'm still waiting for you to get food. Well, what happened?"
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