As night falls, Qin Tian Prison is quite lively tonight.
After the meal in the dining hall, the supervisors did not leave. They only stayed in small groups to discuss what happened at the Grand Prize and the competition that would continue tomorrow.
After Luo Huaizhu returned to the prison, he took a shower first to wash away the fatigue from the day's fighting.
After I finished washing myself and put on my clothes again, I felt hungry.
He walked towards Gou Hanyi's small courtyard not far away.
When I opened the door, I saw an old man weaving baskets under the eaves.
"The food is on the table." The old man raised his head and said with a smile in his gray-blue eyes.
"Oh." The thin girl with a clean face walked over familiarly, sat on a small stool, opened the porcelain bowl covering the plate with both hands, picked up the chopsticks and started to eat the rice.
When he was eighty percent full, he stopped and said, "I won today."
Gou Hanyi smiled, not surprised: "Okay."
Luo Huaizhu thought for a while and said, "Ji Ping'an also won."
Gou Hanyi did not go to see the grand prize, and did not leave the yard all day. The older he gets, the less curious people are.
For many people, the Grand Prize is a new thing, but for him, it has long been boring.
But when he heard the name "Ji Ping'an", the old man was still startled and said curiously:
"What's going on? Tell me carefully."
Luo Huaizhu said "Yes" and began to describe the process awkwardly.
After hearing this, Gou Hanyi couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's amazing. So, we have an extra chance of winning in the Qi-nourishing realm competition."
Luo Huaizhu said in frustration:
"But three of the Nine Broken Realms lost."
Gou Hanyi was very open-minded and said:
"Victory or defeat is a common thing for a soldier. It is advisable to take a long-term view. Practitioners do not compete for the day and night, but for the long term."
But the girl was still not very happy, and suddenly asked curiously: "Did we do the same with the previous awards?"
She had only participated this time and had never inquired about this kind of thing before.
Gou Hanyi was sitting on the steps on a summer night, with mosquitoes flying around the lantern above his head, and the chirping of unknown insects in his ears.
There was some emotion in his eyes and he said:
"In the early years, Qin Tian Jian was just a yamen for observing the stars and would not participate. Later, he only participated a few times. His foundation was weak and his results were naturally not very good, but the Imperial Master was there at that time.
"Although he can't take action, he can help the disciples. For example, when those princes participated in the Grand Prize, they were beaten with bruises and faces. Xiao Rong'er almost cried."
The girl asked curiously: "What happened next?"
Gou Hanyi smiled, recalled, and said:
"At that time, it was also a summer night, similar to tonight. The national master called them over and gave them a lesson one by one. Then he analyzed the opponent and formulated tactics for each of them. A group of people took pills to maintain their energy. They had no energy all night. I slept until I went into battle the next day, and my performance was much better.
"The elders from other families were very surprised. They thought how could they become stronger after not seeing each other for a night, but they didn't know that it was the National Master who was hiding behind him as a consultant. The National Master could even help the first-generation God Emperor to become an emperor through the ages. , let alone teach them?”
Luo Huaizhu glanced at it with his delicate nose, tilted his head, thought for a while, and said:
"The big one bullies the small ones."
He felt that the old Imperial Master did not have the demeanor of a big shot and had to help in any fights among the juniors.
Gou Hanyi laughed:
"It is true that the big one bullied the small ones. When the previous head of the Taoist sect found out, he was so angry that he couldn't eat for three days, but this is the temper of our national master. Later, he went into seclusion, and this tradition will be inherited by your master Jianzheng. Come down."
The old man sighed:
"Although I have been with the Imperial Master for the longest time, the one who truly inherited the old master's mantle is actually Jian Zheng."
Qin Tianjian is... Luo Huaizhu's black and white eyes blinked, recalling the kind-hearted old man in his mind:
"But Jianzheng didn't come back this year."
"Yes," Gou Hanyi sighed softly, looked up at the stars in the sky in all directions of the small courtyard, and said:
"There is a lot of pressure on the shoulders of Master Jian Zheng, but he just didn't say it. The Imperial Master is gone, and he needs to carry Qin Tian Jian on his shoulders. However, no matter how close a practitioner is to the court, his status will ultimately depend on his cultivation.
"He wants to find a way to the gods in this era of spiritual decline, but it's not easy? He doesn't know where he is in Kyushu right now."
The Imperial Master is not here, and neither is the Supervisor.
Therefore, no one can continue this tradition. The five warlords who are not good at this have more than enough ambition but not enough power.
But a person appeared in Luo Huaizhu's mind.
At this time, footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard. Huang He knocked on the courtyard door out of breath. He was relieved to see her. He first saluted Gou Hanyi and called "Uncle".
Immediately he said: "My young master is in Liangyi Hall, please go to Senior Sister Luo."
Inside the Liangyi Hall, the lights are brightly lit.
When Luo Huaizhu walked into the familiar school building, he saw all the star officials participating in the Grand Awards gathered together.
But Ji Ping'an was not seen.
"Senior Sister Luo," Si Chen, who was at the peak of Qi cultivation, said in surprise when he saw her coming, "Have you also come to teach me?"
The naive girl raised her eyebrows slightly: "Yes. Where are the others?"
Wang Xian, the second oldest in ten thousand years, with a serious temperament, shook his head and explained:
"I don't know. We all summoned someone for him, and we didn't say anything happened, and we didn't see any trace of him."
Female Si Chen Lin Qin’s eyes were soft and she said:
"Maybe it has something to do with the Grand Prize."
The taciturn Shi Hao said doubtfully:
"Tomorrow will be the second round, and he will also have to face the enemy. If he doesn't rest at this time, what else can he do? He won't say that he still has to train today."
"That's right." Suddenly, a voice came.
Ji Ping'an walked in from outside the courtyard, holding a thick roll of paper tied with a rope. He faced everyone's gaze and said:
"As a teacher, the grand prize is not over yet, so of course we have to train as usual."
This... group of people looked at each other.
They all find it baffling. This is not the way to sharpen a gun in battle. Rather than wasting energy on repeating past lessons, it would be more useful to take a nap.
"Those of us who have been eliminated don't need to be here." Zhao Xinghuo suddenly said mockingly to himself.
This tall, thin and reckless young man has lost his former arrogance and his whole person has a dejected temperament.
Jian Zhuang next to him was a little better, but his expression also faded and he forced a smile:
"I don't think it's necessary either."
Ji Ping'an put on a straight face, walked to the wooden podium in front of the school building, and said:
"It's just that you lost one game. It's not like you have no chance at all. You still have to resurrect the wheel. Have you given up on yourself? Are you ready to surrender? If the star officers trained by Qin Tianjian are like this, then you can leave. From now on Don’t call yourself a star official either, the Imperial Master cannot afford to disgrace this person.”
Si Chen, who was defeated today, was speechless and his face turned red and white.
Zhao Xinghuo was a little angry, but he didn't know who to vent his anger on. He punched the wall with his fist and remained silent.
Jian Zhuang said: "We have not given up, we just feel..."
He didn't have the nerve to say the second half of the sentence.
Ji Ping'an seemed to have a glimpse of his thoughts and said calmly:
"Do you think it's pointless to train at this time? It's just a waste of time? You can't improve even a little bit in one night's work, why don't you go back and sleep?"
Most of the people present looked embarrassed. This is what they thought, but it was different when it was exposed in public.
In the corner, Song Yuan suddenly looked over, laughed at himself, and said:
"Otherwise? Or do you have any advice from Mr. Ji?"
His tone was complicated. He was both convinced and instinctively resistant to Ji Pingan. As a loser, he thought he would be treated differently by Ji Pingan, but he was not.
But this only made him feel more uncomfortable. He always felt that in front of the other party,
Feeling like a clown.
Especially today, Ji Ping'an was shining brightly, but he was completely defeated. At this time, an evil fire suddenly appeared and said:
"You are strong and confident in defeating your opponents in the Qi-nurturing realm, but we don't want to waste time with you."
After saying this, he was stunned for a moment and immediately regretted it, but the young man's self-esteem was irreversible.
The others frowned, feeling that his words were too unpleasant.
A Huoyuan Sichen was about to spray, but Ji Ping'an stopped him.
I saw that his expression was calm, without any anger. He shook his head and said:
"At least after reading the content of my class, you can decide whether it is a waste of time and whether to leave or stay."
Wang Xian pondered for a moment and said curiously:
"What exactly do you want to say?"
Ji Pingan said:
"Remember Yanwu? It only took me more than a day to help Huaizhu defeat Zhao Yuanji."
After a pause, he glanced at the young faces and added:
"You can do it too."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hall became quiet.
Then there were some sounds of Si Chen's heavy breathing, and Lin Qin's eyes were soft:
"Teacher, isn't your training during this period..."
Ji Ping'an shook his head and said:
"The training is divided into two parts. This period is mainly for the "optimization" of each of you's tactics, but it does not involve the tactical guidance of the enemy, because before this, I don't know who your opponents are, and What they are good at, their styles are geometric, but after today, I know. "
He finished his words without waiting for the others to react. .br>
Ji Ping'an placed the bundle of papers in his hand on the podium and untied the rope.
Then he spread out a thick pile of paper filled with words and said to Wang Xian:
"You go first."
"Me?" Wang Xian walked over blankly.
Ji Pingan lowered his head, turned over the paper, took out a few pages, handed them to him and said:
"After today, the number of people who advance will be greatly reduced. Although it is impossible to determine your opponent tomorrow, we can draw a range. For example, if you eliminate the troublesome guys from each major faction, there will be few shortcomings that are difficult to solve with tactics. .
"The rest of the people with similar rankings to you can be dealt with. Among the people I have selected, your strength is more difficult to defeat. But unfortunately, they have all exposed some problems to one degree or another today. .
"Haha... I will design tailor-made tactics for you. If we meet, I won't guarantee you victory, but there is no problem in increasing the certainty by a few percent..."
Wang Xian was stunned, subconsciously took the pieces of paper, looked down and his eyes lit up.
The paper clearly stated the flaws and habits of the opponents he was wary of today.
For example, one of the people would habitually lean to the right when attacking. Ji Ping'an asked him to use a certain metal spell, which could be arranged according to the opponent's habits.
With Wang Xian's ability, he started to simulate it in his mind almost instantly, and the result was that he was stunned in place.
It wasn't until Ji Ping'an asked him to leave that he squatted in a corner as if sleepwalking and read eagerly.
"Next, Shi Hao. This is a tactic suitable for you. I have observed that as the number of people competing in the competition decreases, the size of each arena gradually increases, and the larger area brings a broader tactical space. , your playing style can be changed, and the way you deal with different people should be different."
Shi Hao took a few pieces of paper in a daze.
He lowered his head and glanced, and then, as if enlightened, he stayed where he was like Wang Xian, and squatted in the corner after being driven away.
"Wow." Ji Ping'an drew two more:
"Lin Qin... don't look at me like that. Pay more attention. I found that your performance in the ring is different from previous training and more radical. This is not a bad thing, but correspondingly, in terms of tactical choices..."
"Zhao Xinghuo, stop looking, it's you. The resurrection round is your last chance. Your style of play today is too restrictive and you can't let it go. Don't sleep tonight
Now, just practice according to these few skills I wrote. Resurrection Wheel is a group of heartless losers. The greater the pressure, the more they will choose conservative tactics. This is exactly our opportunity..."
"...What are you looking at? Of course there is also the Qi-nurturing realm. This belongs to you guys. Do you really think I asked you to come here and be in a daze? At the peak of Qi-nurturing, there is not much difference between you and other sects. The effect of tactics will be more obvious. Unlike Those idiots still want to pray for good luck and not to run into Qin Leyou and others. Oh, what if you meet me? I suggest you give it a try."
Inside the school building.
Ji Ping'an, who entered the status of teacher, was no longer polite.
Some of the words were even quite unpleasant, but no one cared.
The people present were called over one by one, and several pieces of paper filled with text were handed over to Ji Ping'an and explained to Ji Ping'an how to deal with different opponents.
After listening to it, everyone could not help but show excitement and enlightenment, and then they were immersed in it, and subconsciously walked to the wall to squat down and study.
I don’t know why I squat... maybe I just follow the trend out of habit.
In the blink of an eye, there was a row of people squatting next to the wall.
When Song Yuan arrived, the wood-type star official held the pieces of paper blankly, feeling that his face was burning with pain, but the light paper was as heavy as a stone.
I walked to the wall in a daze, with only one thought in my mind:
"Is this his true strength?"
"Is this his true strength?"
Outside the school building, Li Guofeng, Xu Xiurong and other five supervisors appeared here at some unknown time.
Through the window, looking at the brightly lit school building and the pictures that Ji Ping'an kept pulling out a few and passing them over for comment, he was speechless.
As the pile of paper became thinner, Ji Ping'an took out his ruler and began to walk by the wall one by one, constantly answering questions from different people.
Anyone who is too stupid will be hit with a ruler.
Those unruly Tianbang star officials seemed to have lost their temper, and they even smiled when they were beaten, as if they were afraid that their teachers would ignore them.
The originally tense and dull Liangyi Hall was suddenly filled with the sound of reciting words, the sounds of "I understand" one after another, and the noise of pushing tables and moving stools, and starting live drills.
The prisoners were in a daze for a moment.
It was as if the scene before him had changed. It was still a summer night, and it was still the night of the first day of the Grand Prize.
The old master, who was wearing a robe and had black and white hair, reprimanded them with his hands behind his back, waving a ruler and a clapboard, scolding and arranging tactics for everyone.
"You won't be allowed to sleep until you memorize everything!" The old voice of the Imperial Master was still in my ears.
Several people suddenly came back to their senses, only to realize that the person shouting was not the Imperial Master, but a young man wearing Si Chen's official robe.
It was not them who were sharpening their guns in battle, but a group of younger and more energetic young people.
"Senior Brother Gou?"
Suddenly, Fang Liuhuo was startled when he found that Gou Hanyi had also walked into the yard and appeared behind them.
The thin old man looked like he would collapse in the wind, his hands behind his back, his gray-blue eyes softly watching the scene in the school building, feeling a little nostalgic.
He smiled and whispered:
"Don't wait here and delay others. At this time, it's time to prepare the awakening soup. Otherwise, why don't we wait until they go to the ring with dark circles under their eyes tomorrow?"
The five people laughed dumbly, nodded, and left quietly.
Without noticing, Ji Pingan turned his head and glanced at them outside the window.
The Imperial Master is no longer here, and Qin Tianjian is still there and has not returned, but he is here, and the "tradition" of Qin Tianjian is still there.
The same night, Baita Temple.
The hot summer wind blows through the bamboo forest in the courtyard, and the lights in the Zen room are like beans.
Master Xueting did not knock on the wooden fish and chant sutras. Instead, he sat on the floor, quietly lost in thought. The Buddha sticker was still on the table beside him.
It has been torn apart, and there is no secret in it. It is just the order of the contemporary Buddha to recall the Buddhist disciples.
In Xueting's mind, Junior Brother Huiming's voice echoed during the day. He stood up, put on his clothes and walked out of the meditation room. When the wind blew in his face, he suddenly coughed.
"Abbot." A lantern-carrying monk walked along the corridor and said:
"It's windy at night, why did you come out?"
Xueting waved his hand, indicating that it was okay, then looked at the other person and said curiously:
"You haven't rested so late?"
The lantern-carrying monk said sheepishly:
"I was in the front hall just now, chatting with my brothers and sisters about today's big reward."
That's right...this group of monks are different from me, who are old and still yearn for new things...Xue Ting thought for a while and said:
"If you are interested, let's go and have a look tomorrow."
"Really?" The lantern-carrying monk looked happy.
Xueting smiled and said, "Of course."
Given his status, someone had sent an invitation to observe the Grand Prize a few days ago, but the old monk was not very interested.
But since the young monks want to see it, and Master Huiming and his disciples have come all the way, why bother letting a group of free people accompany their old bones to guard the green lantern.
The lamp-carrying monk cheered and went back to announce the good news.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
At Daomen, Yu Yu was very sleepy. After taking a bath, he got into bed and got ready to sleep.
She still had to gather enough energy to deal with tomorrow's opponent, but she was so noisy by the banging against the wall in the night that her head came out of the bed and shouted:
"If you don't sleep at night, are you sick?!"
The crashing stopped.
In the night, in front of a wall, the Holy Son was holding on to the wall, his fists covered with bloodstains, venting his frustration in a middle-class way.
Next to him was a newspaper on the ground, with a few huge words on the front page:
[The gambler angrily denounces the shady story of the Grand Prize, saying that the Holy Son of the State Church is cheating on the game, and I will refund your money! 】
"Damn it! Why is it that it's the same newspaper, Ji Ping'an is admired by everyone, and this Holy Son is just fake matches and refunding money..."
He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth:
"Tomorrow, this Holy Son will return as king!"
He didn't believe it would happen next time.
On the same night, too many people in the city of God could not sleep.
The lights of the five major sects were kept on all night long. Some people were laughing and some were in pain at the Shendu Gambling House. The Hidden Sword Restaurant was also crowded with people from all walks of life in the middle of the night.
And in the midst of everyone's attention, the time came to the next day.
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