[Ignore that idiot! 】
Looking at the words slowly emerging on the page, Ji Ping'an was also surprised.
Using his finger pen, he asked rhetorically: "Is he the holy son of this generation of the state religion?" 】
Being in Qintian Prison, he also had a little understanding of the current situation of the Taoist sect, such as the "Holy Son" who was rumored to be called the Holy Girl, but rarely showed his face to others.
[Yu: Ignore that idiot! It's just that something is wrong with his mind. 】
Such a big resentment made me even more curious... Ji Ping'an thought and wrote:
[He seems to be paying attention to me? 】
This time, there was no immediate feedback.
Ji Ping'an raised his head and saw through the curtain that the Holy Son suddenly turned sideways and got slightly closer to the Holy Girl who "appeared to be sitting upright, but was actually busy typing with her hands under the table" as if she had said something.
A hint of impatience appeared in Yu Yu's eyebrows, and then, new news came from the talisman:
[Yu: This guy has something to tell you]
There was a pause for a few seconds, and then the next sentence was uttered in the tone of the Holy Son:
[Holy Son: I have always heard of your reputation. When I saw you today, I realized that the rumors were exaggerated. The so-called picking leaves and flying flowers, and the green vine whip technique have all been learned by me, and there is nothing surprising about it. I look forward to your growth. The road is long. I, the Holy Son, will take the first step. If we are destined to meet you in the future]
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Ji Ping'an was startled. With his experience, he couldn't handle it. He raised his head and looked to the opposite side, only to see that the Holy Son no longer "looked" at him, as if he had lost interest.
In fact, Shengzi has changed his goals since he started playing martial arts with Mo Lin. During this time, he spent all day thinking about playing the flute, painting and playing chess.
The opponent in his heart is no longer Ji Ping'an, but the mysterious "He Gongzi".
Unfortunately, he didn't know that the mysterious person he regarded as his "lifelong enemy" was Ji Ping'an.
Yu Yu was also a little embarrassed. He didn't want Ji Pingan to know about his dark history of using him as material to attack people. Fortunately, just when Ji Pingan was about to ask, the waiter outside the hall said loudly:
"Mr. Meringau has arrived!"
brush--
Immediately, the princes and nobles in charge, as well as the Daomen and Qin Tianjian, all stopped talking and looked outside the door.
After a while, Gao Mingjing, wearing a large robe and long silver-white hair shawl, floated over.
Behind him, on the left and right, were Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun, who had made a big splash during the martial arts performance.
The former has a jade pen hanging from his waist, looking like a humble gentleman.
The latter is wearing a simple and elegant long skirt, her black hair is coiled up, and she has a strong bookish air.
A group of big shots stood up to greet him, while Ji Ping'an and other "juniors" watched curiously.
When Gao Mingjing took his seat, he glanced at him and then looked away. As for Qu Chuchen, Zhong Tongjun and others, they did not recognize him and did not even look at him.
Mo Linfangfu took his seat, and singing started again outside.
"Elder Luan of the Beast Sect has arrived!"
Under the illumination of flaming red lanterns, uniformly dressed disciples of the Beast Control Sect entered the venue.
Headed by Luan Yu, who has bright features, tall breasts, and the charm of a mature woman, but the coldness on her face dilutes the softness of the female monk, making people dare not look down upon her.
Behind him, on the left and right, were young men of sixteen or seventeen who looked like little lions, and little girls carved in pink and jade.
Zhao Yuanji stepped into the hall and locked his eyes on Luo Huaizhu in the crowd. The rebellious boy pursed his lips and his eyes were cold and arrogant, full of eagerness to try.
Apparently the last martial arts performance failed to convince him.
Zhao Yuanyang's little face was expressionless and she looked quite cute, but when Gao Mingjing caught a glimpse of the girl, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
It's a psychological shadow.
When sitting down, Luan Yu's eyes also lingered on Ji Ping'an for a moment, remembering the scene in the courtyard that day.
Unfortunately, after returning that day, Qi Hongmian did not explain anything and said nothing about the young man.
Although Luan Yu instinctively felt that something was wrong, she had no evidence.
But after all, he is just a "quasi-genius" who has only practiced for three months. It does not affect this grand prize and is not worthy of much attention.
In the blink of an eye, the originally deserted banquet hall became crowded, with at least dozens of people from each sect. At this time, hundreds of people gathered together, and the big shots greeted each other.
The other disciples talked in low voices and looked at the other sects curiously.
"That's Luo Huaizhu. I heard she was nicknamed 'Dao Chi'. She's slovenly. I don't think she's a beautiful woman. She's like a heroine."
"I'm more concerned about the Zhao brothers and sisters, especially Zhao Yuanyang. Isn't he too young? Is he ten years old? Have he really reached Pojiu?"
"The painters and musicians of Mo Lin are also very impressive. It's a pity that we arrived late and didn't get to see them performing martial arts."
"Hey, you want to see them get swept away by Mr. He. Speaking of which, there are rumors that Mr. He may be related to the Taoist sect. Could it be that the one sitting backwards..."
"That is the Holy Son of the State Religion. I heard that this person behaves freely and informally, with the style of an ancient monk..."
For a time, the hall was filled with discussions and conversations among young people.
At this time, the level of "popularity" is revealed.
Everyone's talk and attention are focused on the "genius" of each sect.
As for the other slightly worse ones, such as Wang Xian and Ke Qiao, although they have also received attention, they have been rarely mentioned.
Compared to other sects that had at least two geniuses, Qintian Supervisor Luo Huaizhu was inevitably a little weaker.
Fortunately, I won the battle with Zhao Yuanji, otherwise it would have been worse.
As for Ji Ping'an... his fame is limited to those in Qintian Prison. Other sects either don't know about it at all, or they have heard of the name, but they don't care.
The biggest label on his body is "recommended by the national teacher".
Naturally, it lacked topicality and no one mentioned it, which made the disciples of Mu Yuan quite dissatisfied. After all, among the five courtyards, only Mu Yuan lacked representative figures.
Ji Ping'an was happy to be quiet, and was even satisfied with this situation.
…
The night is getting darker, and only Huaiyuan has not arrived.
Duke Lu and other court "representatives" had no choice but to chat with the elders of various sects, and they inevitably brought up yesterday's cultural meeting.
Luan Yu blinked and said calmly:
"I heard about something happening at the Japanese language club last night?"
Li Guofeng also looked up at Chen Daoling and others. He only learned the news later, but he didn't pay too much attention.
Gao Mingjing liked elegance and had a deep memory of the literary society. He said with emotion:
"It's really unexpected. I still remember that it was first sent back by a scholar from Huaiyuan. As a result, a few completed poems were completed, which made the contestants on both sides lose their thoughts and no one paid attention. This is really something that has never happened in the history of the Literary Society."
Chen Daoling stroked his beard and said curiously:
"At that time, most of Chang'an Street was blocked, but no one could be found to supplement the poem."
The Duke of Lu, who was dressed in splendid clothes, smiled and said nothing. The beautiful Xu Xiurong, who did not participate in the discussion, had a slightly strange expression on his face and resisted the urge to look at someone.
At this moment, a voice came from outside again:
"Master Zhang from Huaiyuan is here!"
The discussion in the hall subsided like a tide, and everyone's eyes turned to the entrance of the hall.
Under the spotlight, the scholars from Huaiyuan came together.
The leader is an elegant old man with a goatee, a smile on his lips and fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. He is none other than Master Zhang.
Behind him were Qin Leyou and Han Qingsong, who had swords on their waists and wore moon-white Confucian shirts.
After that, there are the other scholars, all with long swords hanging on their waists, chests raised and heads raised. In terms of overall style, they are the best.
"Master is here, please take a seat."
A noble minister wearing a crimson official robe stood up and said with a smile.
The other sect elders also smiled and nodded. Master Zhang smiled warmly and said apologetically:
"There was a slight delay on the way. Everyone has been waiting for a long time."
As he spoke, he stepped into the hall and prepared to take a seat.
At the same time, his eyes swept towards the palace habitually, and there was no surprise at first. Even when he saw the Holy Son sitting in the Taoist seat with a slightly unusual posture, he was just slightly startled and passed it.
Master Zhang has been studying for decades and practicing hard for decades, and Huaiyuan has never lacked "crazy students". What kind of young people have not seen it?
He looked in the direction of Qin Tianjian again, and paused for a moment on Luo Huaizhu. He was about to move to the Beast Control Sect, but suddenly... he caught a familiar yet unfamiliar face from the corner of his eye.
etc!
Master Zhang's heart skipped a beat, and he suspected that he had seen it wrong, so he looked again at a certain seat in the crowd of Qin Tian Jian. To be precise, it landed on a certain young face.
Then he was stunned, unable to contain the storm in his heart:
It's him? How could he be here? !
In the eyes of everyone, it was the Huaiyuan Master who suddenly stopped and stared straight in the direction of Qin Tianjian, the smile on his face and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes froze.
"Master?"
Following behind, Qin Leyou, who was already preparing to sit down, was puzzled and called in a low voice.
Immediately, Han Qingsong grabbed his sleeves violently beside him, and the handsome scholar with male and female looks also stared at something blankly, his mouth slightly opened.
Obviously very unexpected.
At this time, the minister in crimson official robes and the monks from various major sects also noticed something strange and focused their gazes on him.
And while everyone was doubting, they saw Master Zhang walking straight towards a desk in the Qintian Prison, giving him a confirming look, and tentatively saying:
"My little friend is kind-hearted, but did you have a chance encounter not long ago?"
Ji Ping'an's eyes were calm and tranquil:
"Secretary of the Mu Yuan, Chen Ji, is safe and has met the Master."
This sentence is equivalent to acquiescence... Zhang Fuzi said in a complicated tone:
"So Wenhui's poems..."
"I made up for it." Ji Ping'an thought for a while and added, "I was fortunate enough to hear the Imperial Master say it."
Master Zhang looked astonished and exclaimed: "No wonder!"
The conversation between the two was not loud, but it was enough for people to hear clearly. After a brief moment of daze, everyone suddenly came back to their senses, showing either surprise or confusion.
Qin Leyou was stunned and looked at the junior brother beside him as if confirming.
Han Qingsong let out a deep breath, faced the inquiring gazes of the senior brothers around him, nodded and said:
"This is the person who completes the poem. It turns out that he is Ji Ping'an."
Wow——
The crowd suddenly became noisy.
Except for a few insiders, most people did not expect that this episode would happen at the beginning of the night banquet.
The "culprit" who caused a blockage of Chang'an Avenue at the Japanese literary conference was actually here.
He is a star officer in Qintian Prison.
In addition, this person actually met Master Zhang early? at what time?
"Is this...is this true?"
The minister in crimson official robes was shocked, and then he heard the Duke of Lu in purple robes next to him smile and say: "There is nothing false about me."
He had been looking forward to this scene for a long time. The Deer Ming Banquet was a preview of the Grand Prize. From the perspective of the imperial court, he was happy to see the highlight of the Imperial Palace.
"It's him again..."
Li Guofeng, who was wearing a white official robe with gold thread and deep eyes, was startled, and then looked at Xu Xiurong, who looked at his nose and heart with his eyes.
He didn't pay attention to this matter, otherwise he could probably guess it.
At this moment, his mind changed, and he understood what happened. As for Ji Ping'an being able to complete the poem, it was more than reasonable.
After all, the Imperial Master told this closed disciple everything...
"It's this kid..." Luan Yu's chest rose and fell slightly, his eyes unclear.
The image of seeing this person sitting at the same table with the Master that day and stroking the fire phoenix came to mind again.
The little girl next to her raised her eyelids and paid attention to the young man in the distance for the first time. She felt that this drama was much more interesting than the banquet.
"Master Gao, is he the Ji Ping'an you mentioned?"
Qu Chuchen was surprised, and Zhong Tongjun also looked at him curiously.
Gao Mingjing smiled bitterly and nodded:
"It's him. I've guessed it before, and it's just as I expected."
As the expatriate monk who knew Ji Ping'an the most and paid the most attention, he did make a guess after the literary meeting, but there was no evidence.
As for the elders of the Taoist sect, they were much calmer.
After all, a group of old Taoist priests didn't care much about things like literary meetings.
Only Yu Yu was stunned on the spot. He could hardly maintain the "saint girl" persona on his face, and his face turned red.
He couldn't help but think of the private chat he had with Ji Ping'an the night before yesterday. He also boasted that he was lucky enough to see the excitement and showed off in various poses.
Suddenly, a strong sense of shame surged into his heart. His toes in his boots clicked awkwardly on the ground, and he even began to imagine how the other party would ridicule and laugh at him.
The majestic saint of the national religion, the genius girl who hunted the demon clan's hidden child without mercy, would have suffered an unspeakable mental blow.
She couldn't help turning her head away, and then she was stunned to see that the body of the Holy Son sitting next to her was stiff.
His breathing was slightly heavy, and he whispered in his mouth:
"It's him...it's him...it turns out that it was this boy who showed his saintliness the day before yesterday and suppressed the literary society all over the city...he actually copied the original poems of the Imperial Master and used them to show his saintliness, bah! The shame of a literati!...It's hateful, why is this saint? I can’t copy it, why can’t I meet the imperial master, and why can’t the chief master write poems…”
He suddenly punched the ground with a straight fist, making a slight "bang" sound.
Gritting his teeth, he almost shed tears of envy:
"The unfairness of heaven has allowed this son to act cruelly. I hate it..."
Yu Yu suddenly felt pity and said after finishing his attack:
"You just said that it's not surprising. At least they have copied it, but you haven't."
Son:"……"
In the chaotic discussion, those who were still unclear about the situation gradually began to understand.
Ji Pingan's identity was quickly discovered.
After learning that he had studied with the Imperial Master for several years, he had a perfect explanation on how to complete the poem.
In contrast, what concerned the disciples of various sects more was the talent he showed, as he seemed to have the momentum to become the next Luo Huaizhu.
"But after all, it is too late to practice and the time is too short. It is difficult to participate in this grand prize."
Someone lamented:
"When it comes to the next Grand Prize, given his age, he may not still be eligible to participate."
This statement quickly gained widespread recognition.
But even so, because of this episode, Ji Pingan became the first name remembered by everyone in the room.
But Ji Ping'an didn't pay attention to these at the moment. Instead, his heart was throbbing violently. He looked towards the darkness outside the hall that was not covered by the lights, and felt that the warning of danger was even stronger.
(End of chapter)
