There was a strange silence in the hall, with different emotions surging in everyone's heart.
However, if Ji Ping'an were here, he would probably sigh helplessly again: Why are these people obsessed with imagination.
After a long time, Li Guofeng finally let out a deep breath and said:
"So, the real reason why he showed up at Senior Brother Gou's residence today is the same as his joining Muyuan, and it was also an arrangement by the National Master?"
Xu Xiurong shook his head and said:
"I don't know, but since Senior Brother Gou said that the matter is over and there is no need to pursue it any further, then there is no point in getting to the bottom of it."
That's right...whether it's an arrangement or, as Gou Hanyi said, it just happens.
The supervisors who finally found a reasonable explanation had no intention of breaking the casserole.
Of course, I still prefer the former guess, so as to explain Qi Hongmian's behavior of allowing him to sit with him.
"That being the case, let's end this matter here." Li Guofeng said without anyone questioning.
After a pause, he said again:
"As for Ji Pingan... Since he has no status and he has no intention of publicizing it, he will still treat him as Si Chen. This will also be good for him. However, after this incident, Qi Hongmian probably knows his identity, and it may be difficult to keep it secret. .”
Fang Liuhuo said "Hey" and said:
"It doesn't matter. Aren't we also the direct descendants of the national master? There won't be more than one kid like this."
Huang Chen said:
"With the talent and ability he has shown, it actually doesn't make much difference whether he has this name or not. In comparison, what I think about is whether he can not only guide Luo Huaizhu, but also others."
Bai Chuan raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean..."
Huang Chen considered his words and said:
"Of the many skills of the Imperial Master, we each inherited some, but none of us are good at teaching. Ji Ping'an can learn the skills of teaching others, so it shouldn't be wasted.
"My idea is that the Grand Prize in the City of Gods is imminent. Although he is not cultivated enough to participate, he has entered the special training class and may be able to guide Shi Hao and the others. With the ability he has shown, it is really a waste to just be a student. ”
Li Guofeng was also a little moved.
Just like many people with good grades, but not good at teaching, several of them fall into this category.
Ji Ping'an's cultivation level is too low, but if he can use his vision and brains, it can be used as a boost.
After thinking about it, he said:
"You can give it a try. Let's do this, Junior Sister Xu, talk to him when you go back and ask him if he is willing to serve as a 'teacher' in Liangyi Hall. He helped Luo Huaizhu this time, and he also contributed to winning the martial arts performance. It deserves a reward.”
The status and treatment of teachers are higher than those of ordinary "Si Chen".
Although there is no official position of "Si Li", it can be approximately equivalent to Si Li.
Xu Xiurong nodded, but his eyes were a little strange, and what he was thinking was:
But his goal is to participate in the Grand Prize of the City of Gods, but you still underestimated his cultivation speed.
But she didn't say this after all.
Several people discussed the follow-up matters of the martial arts performance again, and when they were about to disperse, Si Li suddenly arrived and presented a message from the court:
"Yunhuai Academy has entered the city."
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Qinglian Xiaozhu.
"Tsk, you ran pretty neatly."
Ji Ping'an watched the text on the paper fade away, smiled, and folded the talisman paper. Stuffed into arms.
Recalling the words of the conversation between the two, I felt a little emotional:
Perhaps this form brought back long-lasting memories of his life on earth. When he was writing, he couldn't help but get a little scratchy in the process of "sending messages."
He doesn't look like a big shot.
"Why are you sneaking around?" Ji Ping'an was slightly distracted, then suddenly noticed something and looked up at the ajar door.
Wearing a fluttering lotus-leaf skirt, Mu Yaoyao walked in with a mysterious look on her face, her big eyes blinking but she didn't say a word.
Ji Ping'an said angrily: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Mu Yaoyao perked up for a moment. She came closer to him, raised her head, and stared at him:
"What's going on between you and that Master?"
The Baguajing spirit possessed her, and the bun on her head stood up like little antennas.
At that time, because she arrived first holding Xu Xiurong's thigh, although she couldn't get a closer look, she caught a glimpse of the three people sitting together in the courtyard.
Later Xu Xiurong told her not to talk nonsense.
Mu Yaoyao felt extremely uncomfortable, her curiosity exploded, and she couldn't share it with others.
If not, at this moment, she would have run out and brag in front of the other Si Chen and Jiansheng...
Let’s talk about the process of performing martial arts instead of running here.
Ji Ping'an looked at the girl's eyes eager for gossip and couldn't help but smile and said with a smile:
"It's as if I have something to do with that kind of big shot. It just happened to happen. I went to visit Master Gou and happened to meet him."
Mu Yaoyao spoke up: "Then what were you talking about?"
Ji Ping'an raised his hand and scalped her and said with a smile:
"It's just the two of us reminiscing about old times. We can't spread it to anyone else."
Mu Yaoyao suddenly pursed her lips, hugged one of his arms with both hands, shook her, and whispered:
"Senior brother... tell me, senior brother... I promise not to let the second person know..."
Ji Ping'an shook her head and said in his heart:
If I tell you, I don’t even need to know tomorrow, everyone in the entire Shendu will know it tonight.
Just when I was having a headache, a bright starlight came from far to near, and a "Peng" sound exploded in the courtyard.
Xu Xiurong walked out with a puff of sleeves. When he saw this scene, his face darkened:
"You go out first. I have something to discuss with your senior brother."
Mu Yaoyao's face fell. She wanted to act coquettishly, but when she saw Xu Xiurong's serious look, she gave up:
"oh."
Then he walked out of the door gloomily.
After closing the door, his depressed look disappeared. He raised his buttocks and put his ear to the courtyard door to eavesdrop.
At this time, Huang He walked over from a distance and felt confused when he saw this scene:
"Senior Sister Yaoyao, what are you..."
"Shh!" Mu Yaoyao raised an index finger in front of her lips, glared at him, and mouthed silently:
"Master is inside."
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In the courtyard.
Xu Xiurong chased away the annoying spirit, let out a breath, moved lightly, sat down on the empty chair, glanced at the latter, and said:
"They already know the identity of your direct disciple."
There was no surprise on Ji Ping'an's face, and he nodded gently:
"You can always guess what will happen sooner or later."
"Aren't you surprised?" Xu Xiurong's beautiful eyes were slightly surprised. On the way here, she was thinking repeatedly about how to tell Ji Ping'an.
After all, the secret was exposed, and she couldn't help him keep it, so she felt somewhat guilty.
She had obviously promised him before to help him keep his secret.
Ji Pingan smiled and picked up the teapot and white porcelain cup on the table, and poured Xu Xiurong a glass of water:
"Because Luo Huaizhu is not a liar, and the abilities she displays are very different from her previous style. You will definitely inquire and investigate, and there are not many people who have come into contact with her. I am the most suspicious."
Xu Xiurong said curiously:
"So you knew this, but still chose to take action?"
Ji Ping'an said "yes", knowing what she wanted to ask, and said:
"I learned about the details of Taoist martial arts through the Holy Girl, so I combined the knowledge I had and tried to come up with a coping strategy. It seems to have achieved remarkable results."
Xu Xiurong sighed:
"Indeed... Luo Huaizhu's performance surprised us. I'm really curious, how did the Imperial Master train you back then? How old were you when he taught you this knowledge?"
Ji Pingan smiled and said:
"Maybe because I learn things really fast."
Seeing that Xu Xiurong could not detect anything, he reluctantly relayed the results of the discussion between the five warlords to him, and finally said:
"Of course, this is just a proposal. You can refuse. Although the teaching salary is good, you must not like it."
And...you're still so lazy...she added in her heart.
Ji Ping'an smiled gently:
"Why refuse? The Grand Prize in the City of Gods is not a one-man fight. Although I want to participate, I can't do it alone."
When Xu Xiurong heard this sentence, she was startled for a moment, and then she sensed a different meaning. She suddenly stared at him suspiciously:
"You wouldn't have guessed a long time ago that we would give you the teaching position, right?"
Ji Pingan smiled and said nothing, his young face still a little immature and green.
Sometimes, not answering means acquiescing.
The female warden's breath tightened, her beautiful eyes widened, as if she suddenly understood something, and said with confirmation:
"With your intelligence, when you were guiding Luo Huaizhu, you must have expected that we would trace her back to you, learn about your talent, and then guess the identity of your direct descendant... That's why you just learned the identity I’m not surprised if I’m found out.”
After a pause, she continued:
"And as long as you show this part of your talent, and the Shendu Grand Prize is imminent, Qin Tianjian is already weak. We hope that you will guide the others and serve as teachers, which is a logical conclusion."
Ji Ping'an was really surprised and boasted:
"The Lord Supervisor is very aware of everything. You have seen through all my little thoughts."
When Xu Xiurong heard this, the bright autumn eyes on her beautiful face blinked, as if looking at a monster.
It wasn't until this moment that she realized that the discussions and decisions she and others had made in the council hall had all been planned by this young man.
The moment the other party decided to point out Luo Huaizhu, he had already calculated everything for today.
Ji Ping'an's idea is much simpler. As he said, the Grand Prize in the City of Gods is not a one-person game.
If not, why did he waste so much time on Luo Huaizhu during this period?
Now, Luo Huaizhu's strength has temporarily reached a bottleneck, so he is ready to wipe out the guns of Wang Xian and others.
This requires an identity and an opportunity.
Through this martial arts performance, it would be easier to let the supervisors take the initiative to hand over the "teaching" position to him.
The atmosphere fell silent for a while. After a long time, Xu Xiurong slowly exhaled and said in a sour tone:
"I really don't know where you come from so many thoughts. But there is definitely something you haven't considered?"
Ji Ping'an showed a curious expression in cooperation: "What's the matter?"
Xu Xiurong raised his chin slightly and said with a smile:
"Yunhuai Academy has entered the city in the early morning. Master Zhang entered the palace to meet the saint. Now the academy's martial arts performance regulations have been set."
Those scholars... There was a little nostalgia in Ji Ping'an's eyes.
Yunhuai Academy, referred to as "Huaiyuan", is one of the major sects of Great Friday. Its disciples practice awe-inspiring Qi internally and swordsmanship externally.
The sword here is different from the Taoist Flying Sword. It is a hand-held weapon that can fly with the sword.
As the saying goes, "A little bit of awe-inspiring energy brings a thousand miles of joyful wind."
Compared with Mo Lin, who has a "hermit style", and Yushou Sect, whose style is similar to the imperial power, the relationship between Huaiyuan scholars and the Zhou court is closer.
The disciples in the sect had many contacts with literati and scholars from all over the imperial court, and a considerable number of them were classmates with officials in the current imperial court officialdom.
Gein, many people in Huaiyuan are aspiring scholars who failed the imperial examination or resigned from office.
For example, a certain generation of dean was a down-and-out scholar who failed many imperial examinations many times and turned to Huaiyuan to practice.
After decades of study and accumulation, once a blowout occurs, just overnight, you step from a mortal to a state of sitting in a well.
It is still talked about by people in the world.
In the practice system of Huaiyuan, mind is the most important. Age doesn't really matter.
Many great monks practice cultivation halfway. Reading books in the first half of their lives is the nourishment for their cultivation in the second half of their lives.
Therefore, while this sect was closer to the imperial court, it also had a strong literati culture of being cynical and angry at the imperial court.
Ji Ping'an asked in cooperation: "Academy martial arts performance?"
Xu Xiurong nodded and introduced:
"The academy disciples have superb swordsmanship, but they describe themselves as scholars and are reluctant to use force. Therefore, martial arts performances have always been compared with poetry and articles in the Confucian literary circles of the capital city. However, there are many literati in the Great Zhou Dynasty, so I am not afraid of this. Over the past many years, we have won more and lost less."
Of course, what she didn't say was that Da Zhou had the advantage of the right location and people here.
Compared with Molin Yanwu, the presence of "referees" is thin. In Huaiyuan Yanwu, the outcome is greatly affected by the referee.
After all, "literature does not come first." If there are two poems and articles here, as long as the gap is not too big, there is room for debate.
In addition, the scholars of Huaiyuan are practitioners after all, more like swordsmen than scholars.
They put aside their best swordsmanship to compete, and insisted on competing with the imperial court for their literary talents...
More or less, short hitting is long.
Xu Xiurong smiled and said:
"His Majesty has decreed that in the next two days, Shendu will hold a large-scale literary gathering. Scholars from Shendu will compete with scholars from Huaiyuan to discuss poetry and articles. The city will be very lively by then. You can go and take a stroll."
Her tone was light.
After all, in this last martial arts performance, Qin Tianjian and Daomen do not need to take action, there is no pressure, they only need to watch the show.
"After the literary meeting, there will be a deer roaring banquet, which you should pay attention to." Xu Xiurong added.
"What should I pay attention to?"
Ji Ping'an was curious. He was really curious. After all, given his previous status, he really didn’t know much about these processes.
Xu Xiurong said in a serious tone:
"The Deer Ming Banquet is nominally a banquet for His Majesty to celebrate the winners of the Cultural Society, but in fact, the five major sects of Qintianjian, Daomen, Huaiyuan, Molin, and Beast Control Sect will all be there.
"Which disciples will participate in the Shendu Grand Prize has basically been decided at this time. You can understand it as a preview of the Grand Prize. Generally there will be no strong conflicts, just getting to know each other. After the Deer Ming Banquet, It’s time for the Grand Prize.”
Hmm... Is that so? It sounds like there is a need to go there... Ji Ping'an thought.
The two chatted casually for a few more words and explained the details of their teaching duties.
Xu Xiurong then stood up, said goodbye and left.
The moment she opened the courtyard door, she heard an "ouch" sound. Mu Yaoyao, who was leaning against the wall with her butt raised, accidentally fell and fell into the mud.
Huang He and the other seven or eight other Muyuan disciples dispersed with a roar, and further away, the star officials who were watching from a distance dispersed in a hurry.
"..." Xu Xiurong remained expressionless, then gritted his teeth:
"Mu, Yao, Yao!"
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The streets of Shendu, somewhere.
The handsome scholar named "Han Qingsong" had a dark face, holding the hilt of his sword with one hand, and left the Hidden Sword Restaurant, ignoring the vulgar martial artist.
After looking for people and asking for directions, he followed the "beacon" sense among the disciples of Huaiyuan, passed through Zhuque Street, walked around Baidi, and finally stopped outside a brothel.
According to the customs of the Great Zhou Dynasty, brothels were also of the same rank as officials, and were divided into three, six, and nine grades.
The names of first- and second-class brothels are named after "yuan", "guan" and "ge".
Third- and fourth-class brothels are mostly named after "room", "class", "building", "shop" and "lower place".
The building in front of me has the words "Xiaoxiang Pavilion" written on the signboard.
It is a first-class romantic place in the city of God. Looking from the outside, the whole building is quite large.
White walls and green tiles, lanterns and colorful ribbons hung at the door, and melodious music came from the building.
A row of carriages stopped at the door, a group of servants were waiting, and the air seemed to be filled with powder.
Han Qingsong stared blankly at the plaque for a while, hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth, handed over the ticket money in the ambiguous eyes of the gatekeeper, and walked into the museum.
The reception area is on the first floor. The door facing the outside of the courtyard is open and a thin silk curtain hangs down.
As soon as he entered, the sound of piano, women's singing, and laughter were mixed together, rushing towards him, almost knocking him over.
inside the hall.
There were quite a few people sitting there, and it was actually a stage-like layout, with round tables on the first floor and elegant rooms on the second floor.
On the wooden platform in the center, a graceful and thinly clad woman danced.
In the sky, there were people carrying flower baskets, throwing scarlet petals down... The show was full of effect.
At this moment the song and dance ended.
During the banquet, a mad scholar wearing a white scholar's shirt, with a slightly open chest, handsome appearance and a bright smile stood up from the pile of makeup and powder, raised his glass and drank freely, ignoring the fact that the wine was spilled on his clothes.
Throwing down the golden cup, he drew his sword and flicked it with his fingers, chanting aloud:
"The waist of the palace is slender, and she is just about to have haircuts at her age... As described, she has a slim figure, shy of rain and affection... It's late at night, and she doesn't want to get into the mandarin duck quilt...
After a pause, the elegant scholar spoke out the last sentence slowly with a slightly raised tone:
"With Xie Luoshang, Yingying stood up with a silver hairpin on her back, but she said you should go to bed first."
The words fell.
The surrounding guests applauded in unison. A lady named Huazhizhaozhan's shy features made her look like stars over the moon.
The veins on Han Qingsong's forehead throbbed.
Just as he was about to speak, the former suddenly noticed him, his eyes lit up, and he smiled:
"Junior Brother Han, are you here too? Come and sit here, brother, and I will introduce you to the oiran girl Xiang Ning..."
"Senior Brother Qin..." Han Qingsong took a deep breath and said expressionlessly:
"Didn't you say that you came here to inquire about information? Ask the gods who are their spiritual geniuses?"
At the same time, the oiran lady who had just left the stage suddenly glanced this way.
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ps: I’m procrastinating, correct typos first and then correct them
Thank you Lee Se-pu Baeksang for your support!
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