"Won...why did Ji Ping suddenly win? Wasn't he already exhausted? What happened in the end?"
"What's the matter of exhaustion? I'm afraid it's just a pretense. It was played by the scholar from Huaiyuan, but he didn't lose unjustly. I haven't seen many big shots being deceived by him?"
"It's amazing. Is this a cultivator? He is really like a god."
"Am I the only one who doesn't understand? Can any good man explain how the two sides fought? It seems not simple." A martial artist patted his head and asked.
A companion next to him said:
"Just wait, maybe an expert will answer it at noon. In previous Grand Awards, Engraving Bookshop would make an agreement in advance with some deacons and even elders of the Taoist sect to comment on some competitions and publish them in newspapers.
"When the time comes, there will be people selling them in gambling houses, hidden sword restaurants and other places. Then I will be able to understand them."
Is there such a thing?
Many people who were watching the Grand Prize for the first time were surprised and silently took note of it, preparing to look for it after the morning was over.
Compared with the excited audience, the atmosphere under the pergola of the five major sects was somewhat different.
"Ahh! Senior brother has won!"
Mu Yaoyao was so scared that she covered her eyes with her little hands, worried.
After the dust settled, his little butt shot up like it was on fire, and his chest puffed up for a while, as if he was proud.
"Young Master is mighty!" Huang He smiled broadly, but he was not surprised by this. He had never heard of Luo Ning.
The members of the Tianbang team had bright eyes. Listening to the excited shouts of Si Chen and the supervisors around them, they felt a little envious and at the same time felt stressed.
Ji Ping'an got a good start for Qin Tian Jian, and their pressure doubled accordingly.
"What a good card hidden by Mr. Li."
In contrast, the atmosphere in Yunhuai Academy was relatively gloomy. Master Zhang withdrew his gaze and looked at Li Guofeng through the air.
There was a smile in the eunuch's eyes filled with vicissitudes of life:
"Concession."
Ji Ping'an's victory was within his expectation. Similarly, after this event, doubts about his strength will disappear.
Whether it was hit with pills or false news deliberately released by Qin Tianjian, it doesn't matter anymore.
In short, the disciples at the peak of Qi Yang from all the major sects all felt their hearts sinking as they realized that they had a powerful enemy.
I couldn't help but secretly decided to study this competition carefully after today.
Under the pergola of Daomen, Yu Yu blinked and looked at the Holy Son next to him expectantly. As expected, he saw that he was shaking with anger:
"It's just a martial arts competition in the Qi Nourishing Realm, why are these people so...so unbearable?"
The Holy Son was very angry. He felt that this audience was not good enough and was too naive to cheer for such a boring competition.
At this time, Ji Ping'an had walked back to the stands along the steps, and received admiring looks from a group of young people.
"Come back?" Xu Xiurong glanced at him, her beautiful eyes filled with resentment.
Ji Ping'an was a little confused, sat down and asked curiously: "Is there any problem?"
Xu Xiurong gritted her teeth:
"I really want to pry open your head and take a look. It's obvious that you've been lying in the yard all day and you're terribly tired. When did you practice your magic to this point?"
Ji Ping'an thought for a while and said, "There is a secret."
Huh? In an instant, a group of Muyuan disciples around them looked over with eagerness:
"The secret? What is it?"
Even Xu Xiurong was doubtful, with a look of disbelief on his face, but his ears perked up.
Ji Pingan said seriously:
"First of all, read the introductory training manual at least a hundred times."
Read more... Yes, although the introductory booklet is simple and basic, after hundreds of years of tempering, it can be said that every word is exquisite...
After reading the book a hundred times, I can see its meaning. It does make some sense... Everyone nodded secretly and couldn't help but ask:
"Then what?"
Ji Ping'an raised the corners of his mouth slightly, picked up the shriveled fire phoenix fruit, took a bite, and joked:
"Then you realize it doesn't work."
"..." Everyone turned back silently and continued to watch the competition in other arenas.
It's a pity, probably because the show between Ji Ping'an and Luo Ning was so exciting and topical.
Even after it was over, the audience on the stage was still talking about it, and they were obviously distracted by the rest of the competition.
As for the Qi-nourishing realm, there is indeed nothing comparable to this.
There was even a group among them, both of whom were good at defense. The two of them faced each other with turtle shells on their backs for an hour, before one of them was exhausted and defeated. The viewing experience was horrific.
In this way, the competition in the morning is over, and the promoted Qi-nourishing realm will be drawn again tomorrow.
In the afternoon, it will be time to draw lots for the Nine Realms and the first round of competition.
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White Pagoda Temple.
Compared with the bustling Grand View Terrace, the temple today is as quiet as ever.
But at noon, two uninvited guests came outside the temple gate, namely:
Two wandering monks, one old and one young.
They were all wearing gray robes, bamboo hats and raincoats, carrying bags on their backs, gourds hanging around their waists, and were covered in the dust of travel.
"Amitabha, may I ask if Senior Brother Xueting is in the temple?"
The leader, the old monk whose skin looked dark and aged due to the wind and sun, said.
The young monk guarding the gate glanced at him, didn't recognize him, and said in surprise:
"Abbot Xue Ting is in the temple. May I ask the names of the two of you?"
The old monk with dark skin and vicissitudes of life clasped his hands together and said:
"The poor monk Huiming, please inform me."
Huiming... The young monk felt that this name was slightly familiar, but he couldn't remember it at the moment after living in the capital of the gods for a long time. Seeing his calm and confident tone, he didn't dare to delay:
"Wait a moment, I will go and report to the abbot."
As he said that, he turned around and ran into the temple. Not long after, he hurried out again, his attitude obviously much more respectful:
"Abbott, please go to Yi Xuzai. Please come with me."
The master and apprentice stepped across the threshold and walked through the clean and elegant front hall, and bowed to the Buddhist hall.
Then he entered the back hall, bypassed a dense clump of bamboo, and arrived outside a Zen room.
"You wait here." The old monk told the young novice.
Immediately after pushing the door open and entering the Zen room, he saw Monk Xueting wearing a green robe, eyebrows as gray as silkworms, and a compassionate face.
The latter was holding a purple clay pot in both hands, filling the tea cup, looking up at the dusty monk, and said with emotion:
"Junior Brother Huiming is not here to observe the grand prize."
No small talk, just get to the point.
Zen Master Huiming said "En", walked to sit opposite him, picked up the boiling tea and drank it in one gulp, his expression as usual:
"Senior brother's magnanimity has become better than before, and I think the Dharma has become more advanced."
Master Xueting sighed:
"Buddhism is as profound as the sea, and I am trapped in the sea without seeing the other side."
Zen Master Huiming had a vicissitudes of life on his face, but his eyes were extremely bright. Hearing this, he said:
"Senior brother has been trapped here for a long time, how can he see the other side?"
Xue Ting glanced at him, heard the implication, frowned and said:
"Junior brother, I have come all the way here to be a lobbyist again, trying to persuade me to return to the Southern Tang Dynasty?"
Zen Master Huiming asked:
"Senior Brother, if you are willing to return to the Buddha's Dharma wisdom and ask for initiation from the Lord Buddha, you can break the mirror in one day. It is not difficult to observe the sky. Why should you be trapped in this barren land of Dharma, wasting your time, and ending up with this disabled body?"
Xueting was silent for a moment and said:
"Junior brother knows that Buddhism here is poor, so he should have someone stay here permanently and light a bright lamp."
Huiming shook his head and sighed, but did not argue with him. He just took out a letter from his arms, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it forward with his thick black fingers:
"Senior brother, why don't you think about it after reading this Dharma postscript?"
Xueting glanced at the envelope and didn't move it.
Just staring at the opposite side, this junior brother who had worshiped at the gate of Dajue Temple with him many years ago, and then traveled around to promote Buddhism, asked:
"What does this mean?"
"The Lord Buddha contemplated the past and the future, and suddenly felt something. He said that Kyushu may undergo great changes that have not happened in tens of millions of years."
Zen Master Huiming said something astonishing:
"At that time, I, the Buddhist sect, will not be able to stay out of the matter, so Lord Buddha will write a message in his own hand and send it to all parties to summon fellow sect members outside to return."
The great changes in Kyushu...Xue Ting was stunned for a moment, and his face became serious.
The contemporary Buddha Lord is a veteran in the Shen Zang Realm, one of the strongest people in Kyushu, and he will never take aim without aim.
"Can you elaborate?" he asked seriously.
Huiming shook his head and said:
"Lord Buddha can only see this. Senior brother, you have been trapped in the divine capital for a long time, your cultivation is stagnant, and your life span is probably not long. Are you really willing to die here and do nothing for the rest of your life? Even if you have a firm ambition, you are also I should find a way to raise my level of cultivation so that I can live a few more years. Only when people are alive can they have the possibility to display their ambitions."
Xueting was silent for a moment and did not give an answer, but said:
"Junior brother, it's been a long journey, so let's stay in the temple first."
Knowing that he didn't want to continue this topic, Hui Ming smiled:
"According to senior brother's arrangement, it coincides with the Grand Prize in the City of Gods, so the poor monks and disciples also join in the fun."
At this time, there were footsteps outside. Xueting waved his hand, and the door of the meditation room slowly opened and asked:
"What's the matter?"
The young monk looked at the wandering monk curiously and said:
"The results of the Shendu Grand Prize Competition came out this morning. That Ji Ping'an also participated and even defeated Scholar Mo Lin. This matter is being spread outside right now."
Ji Ping'an? Didn’t he only practice for three months?
Master Xueting was startled, and suddenly his heart moved. He looked at the Buddha stickers on the table:
There have always been changes in the heaven and earth, and on the eve of the change of dynasties, dragons and snakes have risen from the land.
The old monk was slightly absent-minded: Kyushu has been peaceful for hundreds of years, is it really going to be turbulent again?
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At noon, the Shendu Grand Prize was suspended.
Many spectators in the stands left the stadium and went out to look for food. There are also wealthy families, princes and nobles, and someone in the house sends food boxes to them, but not all of them after all.
Most people still have to find a restaurant or restaurant to fill their stomachs.
Ji Ping'an and a group of disciples from Mu Yuan were enjoying themselves, leaving the Grand View Tower and wandering around the streets of Shendu.
I originally wanted to take that stupid girl Luo Huaizhu with me, but considering that she had a martial arts competition in the afternoon and needed to maintain her condition, she didn't scream.
"It's so lively, sir, everyone is talking about the grand prize on the street." Huang He couldn't help but say as he walked on the street.
Ji Ping'an smiled and said: "After all, it is a grand event that has been prepared for a long time."
Ancient people lacked entertainment, and only rich people were reluctant to go to the bar to listen to music. The lives of most people were extremely boring. To them, practitioners were rare "immortal masters." Who wouldn't like to watch these immortals fight?
While talking, the group of people turned into a restaurant.
In order to avoid trouble, they took off Si Chen's official robes when they came out. Although Ji Ping'an was famous, few people had actually seen his true appearance.
No worries about being recognized.
Just sat down and ordered wine and food.
I saw a teenage boy running up the stairs, carrying a cloth bag filled with "newspapers" that looked like those from the imperial palace. At first glance, he was a newsboy.
A more elegant term would be the newspaper salesman.
At this moment, he rushed into the building and said loudly: "Outside number, outside number, God's City Grand Prize Competition, 'He Gongzi' defeated Yunhuai Academy! Exclusive comment from the state religion deacon!"
In the restaurant, there were already a lot of people eating outside the Grand View Tower. When they heard this, they got excited and stood up to greet them with purchases.
When Huang He saw this, he blinked, got up and ran over to grab a portion and brought it back, saying in surprise:
"Sir, this review is really well-written. It seems to be dismantling your and Luo Ning's tactics. It's written in great detail."
"Let me take a look." Ji Ping'an became interested and took it over to watch curiously.
On the front page of the printed newspaper, it was clearly his battle with Luo Ning.
It's not surprising, after all, "He Gongzi" is in the limelight, but I'm surprised that this report came out too quickly.
However, considering that Da Zhou's engraving technology was extremely efficient after his improvement back then, it is not incomprehensible.
At the beginning of the content, we first introduced the background information, the ranking of both sides on the list, and Ji Ping'an's unexpected appearance in the ring. Then, there was a review and analysis of the tactics:
"Although this round of martial arts competition was limited to the Qi-nurturing realm, it was quite exciting and can be regarded as a model for monks to fight against the enemy. Among them, the tactics used by Ji Ping'an were the most essential.
"In the beginning, Luo Ning used his sword to feint to attack. Although the momentum was shocking, the actual purpose was to test. Ji Sichen used the puppet to attack, which seemed ordinary, but in fact, from this step, a trap was laid.
"The purpose is to give Luo Ning an illusion, making him think that the opponent is weak and trying to end the fight as soon as possible with a puppet. This strategy is deceptive enough in conjunction with the fact that Ji Sichen's cultivation is still short.
“And this misjudgment laid the foundation for the final defeat.
"Next, Luo Ning was indeed fooled. Instead of attacking, he focused on defense. Here he also used a dazzling technique, which was to 'build the plank road in the open and conceal it in Chen Cang'. The big sword pretended to attack, but in fact he used a sword energy with the help of his two hands. He buried his feet into the ground and tried to attack from a flank. Unexpectedly, Ji Sichen had already noticed it and avoided it in advance.
"Then, the two sides fought to seize the sword in close combat. Luo Ning released his sword energy to cut off the puppet. It can be seen that Huaiyuan's swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary. If he chooses to attack forcefully at the beginning, it may not be impossible to win. Unfortunately, one step is wrong and every step is wrong. Although Luo Ning's swordsmanship is solid , but fell behind in wisdom.
"In the next step, Ji Sichen pretended to be anxious, controlled the puppet to attack wildly, and provoked Luo Ning to counterattack with sword and fire, and then naturally fell into a disadvantage, and deliberately restrained the starlight, giving the appearance of depletion of spiritual energy, and further Fraudulent deception.
"Luo Ning was indeed fooled, but he didn't know that the flowers and trees he chopped down with his sword were all part of Ji Sichen's plan.
"And just when everyone thought that Ji Sichen's spiritual essence was exhausted and he was about to lose, it was also when Luo Ning was most relaxed. He first controlled the puppet to use the healing effect of the 'Fire Phoenix Fruit' to restore himself.
"Then detonating the pollen in Luo Ning's mouth and nose, blocking the transport of spiritual elements in his meridians, and causing him to temporarily lose the power to resist. This is also the most exciting step in the entire competition.
"Looking back now, from the very beginning of taking the stage, Ji Sichen's every step was to prepare for the final blow, and he deliberately ordered Luo Ning to chop the puppet in order to stimulate his whole body's energy and blood and accelerate the integration of pollen into his flesh and blood.
"It can be said that every move is calculated. Poor Luo Ningkong has strength, but like an insect caught in a spider's web, the more he struggles, the closer he is to defeat.
"It's enough to show how ridiculous the so-called rankings in the market are. Even if the practitioners are at the same level, they can only see the huge difference when they actually fight against each other."
Hey, the analysis is not bad, worthy of the work of the Taoist deacon... Ji Ping'an smiled.
At this time, the rest of the people in the restaurant had also read this [tactical analysis] and were all impressed.
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