"If you do this, you will steal the spotlight from the protagonists."
In the banquet hall, when Master Zhang returned to his seat, Xu Xiurong glanced at Ji Ping'an, and used the "sound transmission into secret" technique to condense the words into a bundle and stuff them into his ears.
Ji Ping'an looked innocent. There was nothing he could do, but he had been mentally prepared for his identity to be exposed sooner or later.
"Also, when did you meet with Master Zhang? The day before yesterday, when you left in the middle of the trip, it was more than just eating wontons."
The female eunuch grabbed this spot again, her beautiful eyes feigning anger, looking unhappy.
But there was no anger in his tone. Instead, he looked a bit charming because he rolled his eyes.
"It's not convenient to talk now. When the banquet is over, we can go back to the courtyard and give an honest explanation." She added.
Ji Ping'an felt helpless, thinking to himself, do you know that you are trying to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?
Thanks to this being a serious fairy tale world, if it were in a version of fairy tales like "Qiong Ming"... I would never dare to think about it.
After a brief interlude, the banquet entered its normal rhythm.
The five major sects each took their seats, and then the imperial court headed by Duke Lu presided over the ceremony. Most of the ceremony was ceremonial and lackluster.
There were even songs and dances to add to the fun, although in his opinion, doing this in a gathering of practitioners was somewhat nondescript, and it was not even as good as competing with disciples to become more "immortal".
But it was simply the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette who were worried about it, so they let it go.
And as the banquet entered the theme, people's attention was completely diverted from him, and they focused again on the geniuses of other major sects.
Ji Ping'an was bored and sent a message under the table, but Yu Yu sat upright and ignored him even as the talisman buzzed and vibrated.
It is quite interesting to use this method to fight against "social death".
Finally, as the banquet passed halfway, it entered a critical stage as promised.
The Taoist elders headed by Chen Daoling stood up first, followed by the other sects.
A group of big shots left the banquet hall and went to another palace with Duke Lu and others to discuss the specific matters of the Grand Prize in the Divine Capital.
The remaining disciples entered the "free activities" phase and did not need to be so serious.
You can communicate with each other, learn from each other, go around the garden, etc.
Ji Ping'an originally thought that someone would come looking for him, but that was not the case.
Most of the disciples from various sects were playing their own games, and a small number of them gathered together.
As for him...since he admitted in public that the poems were inherited from the Imperial Master...and were not "original", the scholars in Huaiyuan didn't have much intention of making friends.
Ji Ping'an saw this and decided not to wait any longer.
Although Star Officials can foresee the future, due to certain heavenly rules, it is often extremely difficult to succeed in hiding to avoid disaster.
The correct approach is to analyze the divination results and prepare in advance.
Instead of waiting impatiently, it is better to take the initiative to lure the other person out.
Thinking of this, he stood up and said to the girl at the low table next to her, opening her cheeks and immersing herself in the world of food:
"I'm going out for a walk."
"Oh." Mu Yaoyao didn't even raise her head, her cheeks were bulging, and she took the dishes in front of Ji Pingan for herself.
After walking out of the hall, Ji Ping'an found a random direction and wandered slowly. Not long after walking, a servant hurried over, glanced at him and said:
"But Ji Sichen?"
Ji Ping'an said "yes" and said curiously:
"What's wrong?"
The young servant breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:
"I've finally found you. It's the Duke who is looking for you."
Ji Ping'an said in surprise:
"I have no contact with the Duke."
The servant said:
"I don't know. Maybe it has something to do with some poem. Even though we are servants, we don't dare to ask in detail."
Ji Ping Ding glanced at him a few times, thinking that this routine was a bit familiar, and said with a smile:
"Okay, please lead the way."
…
The other side.
As Luan Yu stood up and left the table, the disciples of the Beast Control Sect also started casually, eating, drinking, and chatting with each other. The topics surrounding them were nothing more than the strength of the other sects and the rules of this year's Grand Prize.
The young man Zhao Yuanji got up and ran directly towards the Qintian Prison.
"Why are you going? Aunt Luan said that there should be no nonsense at the banquet." Seeing this, Zhao Yuanyang said calmly like a young adult.
Zhao Yuanji looked cold and arrogant:
"I don't even understand these? Don't worry, I just made it clear to them. They were careless last time. I will try again after two days for the big reward."
The young man wanted to save face, and being defeated by Luo Huaizhu was unbearable for him.
Things must be made clear in this public forum.
"Childish." Zhao Yuanyang muttered with a straight face.
She was clearly the youngest among the practitioners present, but she ended up speaking in an old-fashioned way.
After the eldest brother left, disciples from the other sects began to come over to "chat" with him.
A female Taoist disciple came over, stretched out her hand and said with a smile: "My little sister is so cute, how old are you..."
"Three years old, three years old." Zhao Yuanyang said expressionlessly, "Are you satisfied?"
The Taoist female disciple's expression froze and she walked away.
After a while, a Molin painter came over and said enthusiastically:
"I have always heard of the reputation of the Zhao brothers and sisters, could you please..."
Zhao Yuanyang: "No, next one."
The young man who had planned to paint for her left in embarrassment.
After "declined" several people in a row, the little girl got tired of it and stood up and walked out of the hall.
After walking far away, he turned around and looked back at the dim lights over there, Zhao Yuanyang sighed like a little adult:
"It's pretty quiet."
But where to go next?
She looked around blankly, not knowing the road. She raised her head and saw the bright starry sky. She lowered her head and the night was as cold as water.
She didn't like the party today, not at all.
If possible, she would rather stay in the sect's small house, petting her bear or Zhao Yuanji's big cat.
She didn't like the banquet and the hypocritical courtesy among adults. She wanted to go find Luan Yu, but the place was too big and she didn't know where Aunt Luan was.
After thinking about it, she squatted on the ground holding her knees, which were small and inconspicuous.
At this moment, there were footsteps approaching.
She raised her head alertly and saw a servant in the garden, looking in a hurry:
"But Miss Zhao Yuanyang?"
Zhao Yuanyang wanted to retaliate out of habit, but held back: "Is something wrong?"
The servant said: "Elder Luan Yu came to see you and said he had something to tell you."
Aunt Luan is looking for me?
Zhao Yuanyang's eyes lit up, he stood up and ordered: "Take me quickly."
…
…
White Deer Park is huge, bigger than expected.
In such a large garden, there will be many courtyards and criss-crossing paths. It is very easy for ordinary people to get lost and find it difficult to distinguish the location.
Ji Ping'an followed the Tsing Yi servant and walked along the corridor, twisting and turning.
After a while, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestral music in the banquet hall was inaudible.
The surrounding lights became increasingly sparse.
In the end, the other party simply led him into a remote garden, surrounded by rockery pavilions and tall pines and cypresses.
"How far is it?" Ji Ping'an suddenly asked as he walked.
The servant in green was holding a lantern in his hand and leading the way. Hearing this, he smiled and said:
"Soon, soon."
Ji Ping'an said: "There seems to be something wrong with this direction."
"Yes, this garden is huge. If you haven't been here, you don't know. We are just taking a shortcut." The young man said.
Ji Ping'an said "Oh" noncommittally, and said casually while feeling the stars above his head:
"Are you familiar with this place?"
"That's natural."
"But I heard that this garden is not usually used, and most of the servants tonight have been transferred in."
"There are still people cleaning the place even if it's unoccupied."
"That's true. How much money can you get every month?"
"Not much, barely making ends meet."
"If you're just making a living, it's not worth risking your life, and isn't martial arts training expensive?" Ji Ping'an said casually.
As soon as he finished speaking, the lantern swinging in the hands of the servant walking in front stopped.
His footsteps also stopped, and the twisted shadow cast diagonally on the ground, dark.
He turned around slowly, with a smile on his face.
Ji Ping'an looked at him with the same smile.
The smile on the Tsing Yi servant's face disappeared little by little, and he narrowed his eyes:
"I don't quite understand what Si Chen said."
Ji Ping'an's smile also faded, and he sighed:
"I thought you had some new tricks... Do you think you can succeed in a situation like today?"
The green-clothed servant's heart sank, and he suddenly realized that the situation had changed. When would the other party notice something strange about him?
Was it just now, or earlier?
The pinna of his ears moved slightly. With Wu Fu's keen six senses, he did not notice anything unusual around him. He felt much more at ease and said:
"Although I don't know if you are pretending and trying to delay, you are indeed confident. But it won't take long for the martial artist to fight. Before the others notice the movement, it will be enough..."
He was still talking, but the next second, the warrior disguised as a green-clad servant punched out with the force of thunder.
"Woo!"
This punch was extremely sudden, or it could be said that it had been planned for a long time. During the previous journey, the energy in his body continued to collapse, compressing the power to a point.
For this moment.
At this time, when the right fist was extended, a stream of extremely compressed Pei Ran's fist flowed throughout his body.
The entire spine is like a self-correcting dragon, making a series of "crackling" soybean cracking sounds.
Ji Ping'an's ears seemed to explode with roars of dragons and tigers, which was the hallucination of the devastating punches colliding with his soul.
Time seemed to slow down.
Between the two of them, the fiery red lantern twisted and deformed, with the movement of the fist as the center, and dented little by little.
The lamp oil inside was spilled, and before the red flame could ignite the lamp wall, it exploded into a cloud of sparks, which was extremely eye-catching in the darkness.
"Woo!"
The strong wind whipped up by his fist caused the surrounding vegetation to collapse. Ji Ping'an felt the strong wind blowing on his face, but his figure suddenly looked like a fallen leaf, being rolled up lightly and swinging backwards.
Even though the fist was as fast as lightning, it couldn't touch him.
And just before the servant in green handed over the old fist, he unfolded his right arm behind his waist, spread out his five fingers, and then clenched it violently!
In the strong wind, green leaves gathered together, "dinging and clanking" to form a grass sword, with a wisp of light green starlight flowing from the sword.
In an instant, Ji Ping'an thrust out his sword, and in the process of retreating violently, he put the sword's edge against his fist without any fuss.
"Ding!"
There was a crisp impact sound, sparks flickered, and the long-charged punch wrapped in Lingsu was like hitting a spear. A white spot appeared on the surface of the skin, but it failed to break through the defense.
What a risk... The green-clothed servant was surprised by the other party's quick reaction, and then heaved a sigh of relief.
After confirming that the information was correct and that the other party was indeed not high in cultivation, he saw that the grass sword stretched on its own and wrapped around his entire arm.
Wrap your fingers softly!
Wu Fu let out a "heh", raised and lowered his shoulders, and a stream of energy spread along the meridians.
With a series of "crackling" sounds, his entire sleeve was blown open, and the sharp blades of grass that were entangled with it were broken into pieces and fell inch by inch, leaving only a bronze arm with flowing luster.
"Twelve Bronze Fists."
Ji Ping'an's eyes revealed a hint of understanding, and he recognized this martial art's rather impressive boxing technique.
The green-clothed servant missed a single blow and without any hesitation, he shot forward like a sharp arrow and extended his fully charged left fist again.
Ji Ping'an followed the same method, his figure was still as weightless as a fallen leaf. Even though the opponent's punch was like a furious wave, it seemed to be hitting the air and unable to land.
What kind of magic is this?
The servant in green frowned, and his fists missed. He suddenly took a deep breath, and a breath of spiritual essence sank into the sea of qi, condensing into two strands of qi that were like fire lines, and sent them into his palms along his arms.
But he didn't punch again, but flexed and flicked his ten fingers.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Every time he bent his fingers, a "bullet"-like shadow popped up, like a heavy rainstorm.
Ji Ping'an remained calm and unhurried, sometimes stepping sideways and sometimes twisting his body, but there was clearly no big movement at all.
In fact, the several moves were only within a few inches, as if strolling in the courtyard, but avoiding every shadow.
But with the sound of "click", "click", round holes as thick as a finger were punched out in the wall, ground, and rockery behind him.
The whole process sounds slow, but is actually extremely fast.
Moreover, the attack and defense between the two sides also moved in the garden. The green-clothed servant's pupils shrank and his heart was shaken.
He originally thought that what the opponent was good at was nothing more than the control of vegetation, but so far, the opponent had only used one spell and used martial arts to dodge the rest.
This made him want to yell, is this a star official or a martial artist?
In particular, what made him even more frightened was that the opponent seemed to know his boxing skills very well, so that he could dodge with the minimum of effort.
"Hide? You, a star official who has not tempered your body, will have your limits after all!"
With a sharp look in his eyes, he raised his feet from the ground like cannonballs. His fists, elbows, knees, legs... were clearly not wearing swords, but with the blessing of Qi, every part of his body seemed to be comparable to a sword.
This is also Wufu's most unreasonable and troublesome style of play.
As expected, Ji Ping'an seemed to be struggling in the face of the fierce wind and rain. He reached into his robe with his right hand and pulled out a ruler with a dark handle and dark green body.
Start using this as a weapon to resist the opponent's offensive.
It's just that the essence of the ruler is to restrain the soul, but the opponent is a martial artist. In this case, the ruler is just a strong stick.
"Dang Dang Dang..."
In the sound of impact, one party was attacking like a madman, and the other party was holding one hand behind his back, using only one hand to hold the ruler to fend off attacks again and again.
If there are outsiders present at this moment, they will definitely notice:
Compared to the servant in green who was at full strength, Ji Ping'an looked calm from beginning to end, and the other hand behind his back that had never been used seemed more like he was guarding against something.
"Hide! Hide! Hide! Do you only know how to hide?!" The green-clothed servant's eyes were red, and he gradually became angry, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Suddenly he shouted low and punched hard.
Although Ji Ping'an easily avoided it as usual, he punched a rockery.
But the explosion did not come as promised. The layers of internal energy penetrated into the inside of the mountain rock. Where the fist landed, there were only a few cracks.
But when he closed his fist, the rockery suddenly collapsed when the night wind blew, and the rocks inside were shattered into powder.
"At this time, you still know how to restrain your fists and suppress your voice to prevent alerting the others. It seems that you are not as crazy as you appear." Ji Ping'an said with a smile.
Immediately, he sighed as if somewhat distressed and said:
"However, this is not the answer."
Then, he smiled and suddenly stood still: "Come again, this time I won't hide."
As he spoke, he slowly extended his left fist.
…
ps: It's almost early in the morning and I can't finish this battle chapter. .
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