Defeated... In the inn room, the host Tingxue held his breath, feeling vaguely nervous about spying on Mi Xin.
Ji Pingan said:
"At that time, the armies of the God Emperor and the Imperial Army were quite large, and they were also a considerable force among the various 'lords' in the world, and they set a strategy to seize the prosperous Jiangnan. Therefore, the local wealthy families and Jianghu forces were It needs to be dealt with urgently.
"Especially the rivers and lakes are a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and the enemy is highly concealed and mobile, which is completely different from the confrontation with the army. Therefore, the military counselors led the elites to compete with the rivers and lakes sects one by one, and in the process, they came into conflict with the Four Holy Sects.
"There are many warriors in the martial arts world, which is the easiest way to enter the cultivation path. But the disadvantage is that high-level warriors are extremely rare and difficult to be born, but the Four Holy Leaders are an exception.
"It is said that this person once received the 'mage' inheritance and was extremely talented in martial arts, but he was too reckless and killed indiscriminately, and was hated by the righteous way.
"As for Saint Xue Ji, she was forced into the religion by the Four Holy Cult Leaders because of her talent and ability during a robbery, so she seldom appears."
When listening to the first half, Tingxue Louzhu was still calm.
Although this part of the history was not detailed, she had heard it to some extent.
But when she heard the word "magician", she couldn't help but show surprise and said:
"Is it the famous magician about a thousand years ago? The ancient powerful man who was later killed by Zhenren Liyang?"
The leader of the Four Saints actually obtained the inheritance of the magician... This was a secret that she had never heard before.
With her identity, she has some status in the world, but she knows nothing about it.
This man in a bamboo hat casually spoke and revealed secrets that were enough to shock the entire world...
Her mouth was slightly dry, she was shocked, excited, and full of strong expectations.
Ji Ping'an said "yes" and continued without explaining in detail:
"And that winter, Xue Ji followed the orders of the Four Holy Leaders and carried out a sneak attack on the Imperial Master while his injury was still recovering. However, she did not take the opportunity to kill him, but instead imprisoned him behind a branch of the helm. Mountain. I want to use it as a furnace."
The host Tingxue was surprised:
The devil's cauldron is an evil technique that drains people's energy and replenishes their cultivation.
She blinked and couldn't help but ask: "Then... was it successful?"
Ji Ping looked at her quietly for a while without answering, and said expressionlessly:
"How could a person like the Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty be captured by a demon sect's witch? He is just trapped in a shoal, and he is just making a fool of himself."
Void and conciliatory... The female host lowered her head and chewed on these four words.
Ji Pingan said:
"During this process, the national master discovered that Xue Ji was not as rumored by the outside world. Although she was a saint, her authority was not great. Instead, she was secretly supervised by the masters in the church.
"Through communication, I found out that he did not want to cause trouble, but was trapped in the religion and could not escape. This time he attacked the imperial master, not killing but only prisoners. On the surface, he claimed to be supplementing it, but in fact he was looking for an opportunity to escape from the trap."
The female host was surprised and said:
"Your Excellency, you mean that Xue Ji's real purpose is to join the Imperial Master?"
"It's not a surrender." Ji Ping'an said:
"At most, they only have certain common interests in dealing with the Four Holy Religions. The two sides also used the so-called 'replenishment' every day to avoid the surveillance of the Four Holy Religions' masters, and then they reached a conspiracy. They secretly sent information to lead The God-Emperor led his army to attack the helm.
"Before the leaders of the Four Holy Saints could react, they attacked the place and rescued the national master. According to the agreement reached in advance, they claimed that Xue Ji was killed in this battle. In fact, she changed her appearance, took the opportunity to break away from the identity of the saint, and changed her name to 'Tingxue' , walking around the world.
"Then the Tingxue Tower came into being. And the Four Holy Sects were wiped out when the rebel army became stronger in the future."
The female host suddenly realized that she had solved a secret, and at the same time secretly sighed.
Although the other party said a few words, he talked about it lightly.
But in fact, if you think about it with your brain, you will know how difficult it is for a saintly girl from the Demon Cult to break free from her shackles.
The Chinese division must also put in a lot of effort.
Ji Pingan concluded:
"Although they were mutually supportive in this old matter, looking back afterward, I finally owed Xue Ji some favors, and it was she who finally built the Tingxue Tower. With this relationship, the court would naturally take care of it, but after hundreds of years, she , things change and people change, if you want to gain a foothold in the world in the future, you still have to rely on yourselves."
Different from the Xiang brothers and sisters.
Ji Ping'an did owe the master of Xiangjiabao a favor and was never able to repay it. Moreover, because of his rebirth, he was unable to rescue Xiangjiabao when it was destroyed.
Feeling guilty.
Then Han Bachi was ordered to send treasures as extra compensation.
But Tingxuelou has enjoyed enough protection over the years, both overtly and covertly.
And he didn't encounter any major disaster, so he only sent this booklet.
He was not prepared to do anything else, and this last sentence even more hinted at the return of the final favor.
Bingxue, the owner of Tingxue Building, was smart. He heard the meaning of the man in the bamboo hat and sighed softly in his heart, but he also knew that he could not push too far.
This time the other party took action, whether it was for Tingxue Tower or not, it objectively helped them get out of the predicament.
Next, as long as they counterattack before the news spreads, the Juxian Village without its backbone will be vulnerable——
After all, this dirty sect was originally created by Wang Lun through force and profit.
Far from loyalty.
The tall, fair-skinned and beautiful female host immediately stood up, bowed respectfully, and bowed down:
"Thank you for clarifying my doubts. Tingxuelou does not dare to trouble Qin Tianjian any more. As for the promise I made just now, it is still valid."
She was referring to Ji Ping'an answering her questions and helping her if needed in the future.
Ji Ping'an nodded with satisfaction and was about to leave when he suddenly saw the other party biting his lips and suddenly asked:
"still have a question……"
Ji Ping'an frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied, but still said patiently:
"explain."
Tingxue Louzhu tried and said:
"May I ask how long the Imperial Master was imprisoned? I mean, before the God Emperor led his army to rescue him."
Ji Ping'an said expressionlessly: "It's only half a month."
After saying that, without waiting for further questioning, he jumped out of the window and disappeared without a trace amid the swaying shadows of the trees.
"Half moon..."
Tingxue Louzhu was amazed and began to imagine the plot in his mind.
At this time, there were footsteps approaching quickly outside the door. The lively heroine with a ponytail broke in without knocking, her big eyes glanced around, with a puzzled look on her face:
"Lord, are you okay?"
Tingxue Louzhu waved his sleeves early and put away the books on the table, looking indifferent:
"What's the matter? Why are you here without sleeping?"
Hongying said suspiciously:
"I just heard that there seemed to be a man's voice in your house."
The owner of Tingxue had a straight face:
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Maybe I heard it wrong." Hongying didn't have a bright mind. Seeing Lou's strict rhetoric, she also doubted herself, scratched her head and turned away.
He just waited for the door to close, took a few steps along the corridor, and frowned.
Thinking about it, there was a tea cup clearly placed on the side of the table near the door in the room just now.
"I always feel like something is wrong..."
…
…
Outside the inn.
Ji Ping'an walked through the night like a ghost, leaving the buildings behind him far away.
After thinking for a while, he rushed towards the city where Wang Lun was killed. With the spiritual blessing in his body, his steps were as light as a civet cat.
He arrived not long after, jumped up, and landed on the roof of a building. He saw a commotion in the house.
There were patrol inspectors wearing frilly uniforms and carrying knives at their waists, holding torches and swarming away.
The frightened guests and the accompanying dancers and singers were brought out one by one.
Some government officials even knocked on the doors of nearby shops to inquire about the situation.
Ji Ping'an has not forgotten that he still has to deal with the aftermath.
He took out the talisman paper given by Xin Yaoguang from his arms, unfolded it, and used the pointing pen to write words by the moonlight:
[Ji: I take the liberty of interrupting, but I have something to ask the master for help...]
He was not polite and briefly talked about Juxian Village.
Although Qin Tianjian also has the power to solve the problem, it is still a bit troublesome and requires a lot of explaining.
It is far less easy to use than Xin Yaoguang. Anyway, the female sword fairy has wiped his butt more than once, not least this time.
As for the existence of the dark web, Ji Ping'an suspected that the last time he used his sword to kill Han Hu, Xin Yaoguang had already paid attention to him.
As for the Xiang brothers and sisters, let alone whether she would be bored enough to care about such trivial matters as dust in the mortal world.
Even if you know it, you can still pass it off to "the task of the national advisor."
As a closed disciple, it is normal to inherit a Jianghu organization and handle some unpaid favors for the Imperial Master.
As for whether Xin Yaoguang would help, he had no doubt.
Because of the last Luming Banquet, the female headmaster still owed him a big favor. This kind of trivial matter, which only involves Jianghu gangs, is almost not worth mentioning.
Sure enough, just after Ji Ping'an posted what happened.
The talisman paper vibrated slightly, and a short line of small words appeared:
[Xin: Got it]
…
Silent garden, quiet room.
The female Taoist wearing a feathered coat and a lotus crown looked helplessly at the words on the paper. She put down the brush in her jade hand and showed a trace of regret on her beautiful face.
If I had known... I wouldn't have given him his contact information...
It’s just a delay in replying to messages, I just come to you when something happens...
Xin Yaoguang shook his head, showing no interest in paying attention to such trivial matters.
He casually pulled out a piece of white paper, flicked his finger, and the paper burned and disappeared.
Xin Yaoguang regained his energy and opened the black-covered Taoist Scriptures in front of him, his eyes gradually becoming serious.
I saw that the unfolded pages of the Taoist Scriptures were covered with mist.
There is a small world faintly visible in the fog, with mountains and flowing water, tigers roaring and apes croaking, and a small town clearly visible in the clouds.
…
In Qingyun Palace, in a certain alchemy room.
The slender-looking Chen Daoling was sitting cross-legged and meditating with his eyes closed. In front of him was a huge gold-lacquered elixir furnace.
Green flames licked at the bottom, and white steam spewed from the pores at the top.
Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes and raised his hand to grab it from the air. A wisp of flame condensed into a piece of paper with a few lines of text written on it.
"Gang..."
Chen Daoling was stunned for a moment, a little confused. It was just the survival of a Jianghu gang, so why did the leader send a letter late at night.
Cannons used to kill mosquitoes belong to...
"Is the Headmaster so bored?"
Chen Daoling shook his head, called a young Taoist priest, briefly explained the matter, then closed his eyes again and meditated, no longer paying attention to these trivial matters.
Taoist practitioners naturally look down on vulgar warriors. Even at the same level, Taoist disciples can easily crush martial artists.
…
…
For the huge Taoist sect, a gang fire is not worth mentioning, and the deaths of several warriors are like dust.
But this is a major event for the government, people in the world, and more common people.
The aftermath of the incident is still unfolding.
The next morning.
A carriage slowly walked along the street and stopped outside a majestic building in the north of the city.
The car curtain opened, and Huang Langzhong, who was wearing a blue official robe, got out of the car. He looked up at the "Ministry of Punishment" plaque and couldn't help but straighten his waist.
"Langzhong" is not a doctor, but an official position. Although he was only of the fifth rank, he was not even qualified to attend the Small Court Meeting in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He could only meet the emperor during the Great Court Meeting.
But as a judicial chief, his power is extremely shocking.
Huang Langzhong has been in a happy mood recently. After summer, local officials followed the rules and sent "ice tribute" one after another.
Like "Tan Jing", it was a reasonable excuse for bribery in the official circles of the Zhou Dynasty.
The price is to help suppress the local officials when they are under impeachment investigation.
For example, last year, the local magistrate of Zhongzhou was impeached for colluding with Jianghu sects to provide protection.
But that sect has sophisticated techniques. They are not mountain bandits or water bandits. They are doing business under the guise of merchants, and they deliver money frequently.
Huang Langzhong waved his pen and put it down because there was no evidence.
Easily earned a house in the city.
The only thing that made him slightly unhappy was that the sect actually entered the capital and tried to contact him.
"Oh, a group of gangsters. They even tried to climb a high branch." Huang Langzhong shook his head, sneered, and ignored the other party.
When he walked into his hall, Shi Shiran sat down. There were already servants making tea and water, but it wasn't long before he sat down.
Suddenly, a clerk from outside hurried in, looking anxious:
"grown ups……"
Huang Langzhong held the tea cup and frowned at him:
"Why are you so nervous?"
The clerk said: "The people from the Metropolitan Procuratorate came in with the captain of the Zhenfu Division, saying they wanted to see you. The chief is dragging him in front."
Huang Langzhong's hand shook and his expression changed slightly.
For people in the officialdom, being approached by these two yamen is definitely a nightmare.
But why... At this moment, a group of people from the courtyard strode in, led by two people, a censor in green and a hundred households with a sword.
"Huang Langzhong is not here, why does the chief say he is not here?" Qingpao Yushi smiled.
Huang Langzhong stood up to greet him and said with a smile: "I was not in the hall just now. I wonder why you two are here..."
The man from the household said calmly: "All the Jianghu people in Juxianzhuang were killed in the city last night."
Juxianzhuang... Huang Langzhong was stunned, but he became more and more confused:
He has not been involved in it. If he accepted bribes, it was through the local government.
How did you find yourself here? Besides, they were just a group of Jianghu people, why did the two major yamen come together?
He didn't even understand that he didn't even have time to react.
The censor seemed to see his thoughts and said:
"The Dao Sect asked the spirit, and it turned out that Huang Langzhong was involved. It's inconvenient to say more details. Please come with us."
Daomen...why would those gods interfere in such a trivial matter?
Moreover, even if there was something wrong with Wen Ling, he should have left it to the government office. How could he come to the door so quickly?
Unless the Taoist sect is pushing this matter...
Huang Langzhong felt dizzy.
…
In the south of the city, there is a breakfast stall.
Ji Ping'an was sitting on a wooden bench, eating a simple breakfast, listening to the discussions of the diners around him.
"Have you heard about the big thing that happened yesterday?"
"Isn't it just a grand prize competition? Our Great Zhou State Church is still very powerful, but that Holy Son is weird and his fights are not good-looking. It's not interesting. He's not as good as Ji Sichen."
Because of the "fake match" incident, during these days, the people of Kyoto were accustomed to humiliating the Holy Son every day.
Even if they win, they won't be able to completely turn around their reputation.
"Hey, when did this happen? I'm talking about the Tsing Yi Gang killing people last night...I heard that the owner of Juxian Manor, a powerful person, died."
"No way. Do gangs have that ability?"
"Really, maybe someone has taken action. Moreover, I have a relative who works as a clerk in the Yamen. He said that this matter is very involved. It even alarmed the Taoist sect. The killing gods of the Zhenfu Division came early in the morning Just headed towards Liubu..."
The more a group of people talked, the more mysterious they became.
Little did he know that the "master" they called him was sitting next to him.
"Check out." Ji Ping'an stood up, placed a stack of copper plates on the corner of the table with one hand, picked up a bamboo hat with the other hand, put it on, and walked slowly towards the distance.
On the road, he passed by a large group of outsiders who entered the city early in the morning.
"Third Young Master, there is a restaurant ahead. Let's go and have something to eat." Among the crowd, a middle-aged warrior with broad shoulders and thick lips, who was tired of work, came leading the horse.
Bags and swords were hung on the horse's back.
When walking, the chassis is extremely stable. Although the appearance is not amazing, there is a hidden sense of awe when looking at it.
The third young master he spoke of was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, well-dressed, with long hair tied back, and a slightly round face, looking a little festive.
At this time, he was holding an expensive sword on his waist with one hand and looking at the capital city in the morning with excitement.
Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a roadside stall in front of him, his eyes lit up and he said:
"We're tired of eating in restaurants, let's eat at this stall and travel around the world. Then we should eat and sleep in the open air and taste snacks from all over the world."
Is this why you didn’t want to stay in an inn and deliberately dragged me to build a bed outside the city?
The middle-aged martial artist sighed, knowing that his young master had lived in fine clothes since he was a child and had rarely been out of Yuhang, but he loved listening to Jianghu stories the most.
This time I went to Beijing to participate in the Grand Prize. It was clear that I could have good food and accommodation along the way, but he didn't.
Pursuing the so-called "charlatan spirit", he had no choice but to obey after repeated admonitions to no avail.
Because of this, the journey was delayed and the competition was missed.
The two of them went straight to the stall and sat down at the table where Ji Ping'an left.
Pei Qian flicked his wrist and proudly took out a bunch of big money and said:
"If you have anything delicious to eat or drink, bring it all."
The diners around were stunned at this scene, thinking to themselves where did this weirdo come from? You want to show off and go to a big restaurant, why should you come to a breakfast stall?
The stall owner was also confused, looked at him cautiously, and then brought up the breakfast in the store with a smile.
Suddenly a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks came over and said familiarly:
"Is this young master here to see the grand prize? I have information about this grand prize in the capital of the gods. It's not expensive, only one tael of silver."
Pei Qian's eyes lit up. He could get whatever he needed, not to mention it was so cheap. He immediately took out the broken silver from his arms and threw it over:
"Bring one!"
The middle-aged man who had just tied up his horse and walked over opened his mouth. The word "liar" was stuck in his throat, and he didn't know whether he should say it or not.
People with sharp mouths and monkey cheeks are always guarding this road that must be passed into the city, and they try to take advantage of others.
But he didn't expect the other party to be so happy. He looked at the middle-aged man and felt cold in his heart. He grabbed the money, threw away a booklet and ran away.
A diner next to him was dumbfounded and couldn't help but remind him:
"Half of the Great Prize in the City of Gods has been completed. If you want to know anything, just find an inn and ask. Wherever you have to spend as much as one tael of silver to buy it. Even a penny is too expensive for me..."
Pei Qian was stunned for a moment, then smiled casually:
"It doesn't matter, it's too cheap, I can't bear it."
Diners: "..."
The middle-aged man named Tie Sha sighed.
But for the third son of Yuhang Pei family, it is indeed not expensive.
That's all, let's just go around and pay the tuition. Anyway, the third young master has been cheated no less than ten times along the way.
As a guard, it was not that he didn't try to stop him, but Pei Qian was taking every step one step at a time and not missing anything, which was really tiring...
"Hey, the last competition ended yesterday." Pei Qian opened the booklet with rough paper and blurred fonts. He was surprised at first, and then full of disappointment:
"Sure enough, life is full of regrets."
No... there would have been no regrets, you did it yourself... Tie Sha whispered in his heart, lowering his head to eat steamed buns and drink porridge.
Pei Qian was really excited again and said with a smile:
"But God still favors us. At least we won't miss the second half."
In the second half of the Grand Prize, some Jianghu people will be allowed to participate. Of course, this requires payment of fees.
It can be regarded as a means of generating income. Anyway, with the strength of most Jianghu people, they cannot interfere in the competition between the five major sects.
Almost all of them will be wiped out in the early stage, but the halo of the Grand Prize is really huge, and being able to participate in it not only allows you to brag, but also has the opportunity to understand the charm of the Tao - although it is very small.
But over the years, there is still a rush.
Pei Qian's purpose of traveling around the world this time is to participate in the second half of the Grand Prize.
Although the cost of this booklet is extremely low, fortunately it is not completely deceptive, at least the information is relatively complete.
From the information of the geniuses on the list of each martial arts to the results of the competition, as well as the major events that happened during the period from the martial arts performance to the grand prize, all are recorded.
Pei Qian looked at it with gusto. He didn't even eat the food. He turned over it and said in surprise:
"This Ji Ping'an... came out of nowhere. There is no information about this person in the clan. He has only been practicing for three months, and he has already cultivated his energy and won the championship. His skills in music, chess, poetry and painting are superior to those of the others."
Tie Sha was slightly surprised, looked at it a few times, and said:
"Qin Tian Jian was created by the Imperial Master after all, and he still has some background."
Pei Qian suddenly smiled confidently:
"Very good. Fighting against the heroes will show off my master's skills. Let's see how I shine in this big prize. When I get home, how can the second sister still say that I am young and immature?"
There was strong confidence in his voice.
After all, being able to be ranked on the Jianghu Hidden Dragon List at the age of less than 18 years old is enough to show his talent in martial arts.
Tie Sha looked unbearable, thinking that being confident was a good thing, but compared to the geniuses of the five major sects, it was too confident.
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…
royal palace.
After today's court meeting, Emperor Yuan Qing drove to the Kunning Palace where the empress was staying, dined with her, and tested the young prince's homework.
In this era of lack of nighttime entertainment, the morning court was often held at dawn, so the ministers had no choice but to get up and wash up in the middle of the night.
The emperor was similar. He often finished his court early in the morning and then had his meal.
"Your Majesty, I heard that yesterday's great prize was awarded. Was it the state religion that won? This year, neither of the two leaders fell into the hands of others. I am gratified."
The empress was dignified and beautiful. She waved her hand and ordered the palace maids to take away the breakfast. She peeled off the tribute loquats with her own hands and fed them to the emperor.
Emperor Yuan Qing was leaning on the wooden couch. His hair was black but he looked a little tired. He was reading a book in his hand.
Hearing this, he snorted softly and said:
"Although Taoism is a state religion, it is not a subordinate of the imperial court. The same is true for Qin Tianjian."
The queen was a little surprised, thinking that these two major sects were the pillars of the Great Zhou Dynasty, how could they make him unhappy.
But think about it again, other people are sleeping soundly on the side of the bed. Apart from the first generation of God Emperor, how many of the subsequent emperors are really not dissatisfied?
After all, since ancient times, the emperor has been the most powerful person. As a result, during the first four hundred years of the New Year, a national master has always been on his head.
Although he secludes himself in isolation and ignores worldly affairs, no matter whether he is a cultivator or a commoner, even if he doesn't know who is sitting on the throne, no one knows about the Great Master of the Zhou Dynasty.
It is human nature to feel resentful.
"Your Majesty, the Censor of Zuodu wants to see you."
Suddenly, a eunuch ran out of the door in small steps, bowed and said in a sharp voice.
Emperor Yuan Qing frowned, not knowing why, and said, "Bring him here."
Not long after, the old censor in crimson official robe came over, holding a memorial book in his hand and said:
"I am here to see you, Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
Emperor Yuan Qing waved his hand: "No need to be polite. Why do you, dear, come here in person?"
The old censor said: "Your Majesty, this is a case concerning the bribery of a doctor from the Ministry of Justice and the collusion between a local magistrate in Zhongzhou and gangsters..."
This case is not mentioned for the first time. There was one last year, but there was no evidence and it was later dropped.
Nowadays, the old censor is so arrogant and high-spirited that he thinks that the identification from the Taoist clan and the bribery account book in his hand are enough to "avoid previous shame".
In the process, the gang fight in the city last night was briefly described.
It was only said that there was a vendetta among Jianghu people and the body of the owner of Juxian Village was found, and only then did there be any subsequent discoveries.
Emperor Yuan Qing frowned after listening, took the account book and looked at it, and couldn't help but get angry:
"Order the Zhenfu Division to conduct a strict investigation. Everyone is so fat that there is such a thing as Juxian Village. Order the Zhongzhou Army to send troops to destroy it."
"yes!"
The old censor left with satisfaction.
After they left, the queen comforted:
"Your Majesty, please calm down. It's not worth getting angry with these people."
Emperor Yuan Qing remained silent, regained his composure, recalled the topic he had interrupted before, summoned the eunuch again, and ordered:
"Go to Qingyun Palace and ask about the arrangements for the second half of the Grand Prize. Is there any chance of winning?"
He wanted to ask in person, but Xin Yaoguang might not meet him, so he didn't bother to go.
The queen pinched a piece of loquat, stuffed it into his mouth, and said:
"Is Your Majesty worried about the second half?"
Emperor Yuan Qing sighed:
"In all previous Grand Awards, the outcome in the second half will ultimately depend on the outcome. If we lose this one, all the reputation and momentum we gained will be in vain. Besides, the more the competition gets more limelight, the harder it will be to win in the second half."
The logic is simple:
In view of the gathering of all the major sects in the second half, it is obvious that the stronger the Daomen and Qintianjian perform in the competition, the easier it will be to be jointly attacked by the other three.
The people in the city have been rejoicing these days, but anyone with some knowledge is worried and knows that the situation is not optimistic.
"Hmph, the Zhenfu Secretary reported last night that Gao Mingjing visited the Beast Control Sect and Huaiyuan overnight. What was his plan? I don't need to think about it. I know that they must form an alliance."
The Queen remained silent and sighed in her heart:
Although His Majesty does not like these two "mountains", he still relies on them, which is also a contradiction.
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Silent Garden.
In the early morning, Xin Yaoguang welcomed a guest.
In the quiet and elegant garden, a pool of water reflects the golden sunlight.
Suddenly, the sunlight ignited, and the flames burned through the space. Qi Hongmian twisted her waist and walked out.
She was as always, wearing a gorgeous and luxurious Xiayi, a small phoenix crown on her head, and her oval face had a dignified temperament, but it was just too cold and glamorous, but she had a little more dignity without anger.
Qishang Saixue raised her chin and looked emotionlessly at the female Taoist sitting in the room with a cold and earthly temperament, unlike the human world.
The two sides looked at each other through a window, Xin Yaoguang's slender eyes narrowed, and his voice was hollow:
"How come Master Qi has time to visit?"
Qi Hongmian said "ha" and said lightly:
"The first half was too boring, and I let you guys take advantage of it. I'm here to see, Master, what kind of Tao realm the Taoist sect is going to bring out?"
Xin Yaoguang shook his head gently, his voice calm and confident:
"Master Qi must not trust me. Since our Taoist sect is taking the lead in organizing the grand prize, we will not use despicable means to favor our own people."
Qi Hongmian sneered: "Whether it is biased or not, you have to watch it to know."
Xin Yaoguang remained silent and waved his Taoist robe lightly.
Suddenly, the Taoist scripture on the table opened by itself, and a page of paper suddenly flew out and fell towards Qi Hongmian.
On her shoulder, the red bird had a solemn expression, staring at the page of Taoism without blinking.
Qi Hongmian's consciousness swept over him, he was silent for a moment, and said proudly:
"not bad."
After saying that, she turned into a ray of fire and disappeared.
Xin Yaoguang's expression was still indifferent, like a fairy who was not stained by dust. He raised his bare hands, took back the Taoist scriptures, opened his red lips slightly, and transmitted the message to the Taoist elders:
"The second half of the Grand Prize in the City of Gods, Yunqi in the Taoist realm."
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Qin Tianjian, Qinglian Xiaozhu.
When Ji Ping'an returned to his original appearance, he washed his face, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and was about to lie under the peach tree in the sun and read a book.
Suddenly, a melodious bell rang in the courtyard. He raised his head and stood in the courtyard looking into the distance, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Not quite sure what happened, after thinking about it, he walked out of the door and walked along the path towards the source of the sound.
Along the way, we also met some star officials who came after hearing the news.
In Qintian Prison, different bells represent different meanings. Such melodious bells are often not urgent, but news worthy of everyone's attention needs to be announced.
Sure enough, when Ji Ping'an arrived at the Xilin Cliff, he was surprised to find that the "bulletin board" next to the stone wall was crowded with people, and everyone was talking about it.
"What happened?" Ji Pingan asked when he saw a slightly familiar face.
The female supervisor who had asked for an autograph called out to the person behind her. She was impatient at first, but when she saw that it was Ji Ping'an, her eyes lit up.
He was so excited that he couldn't control himself, his face turned red, and he stammered:
"Ji...Senior Brother Ji...it's the second half of the Grand Prize. They said the content was announced and what it was about 'Yunqi Dao Realm'."
Ji Ping'an was slightly startled.
At this moment, Pei Sili, wearing a black robe, hurried over and greeted Ji Pingan:
"I couldn't find you even if I looked for you. Come with me."
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When Ji Pingan followed Pei Sili all the way to Liangyi Hall.
I was surprised to find that not only the members of the "Tianbang Team", but also five supervisors and several Si Li were present.
The atmosphere in the hall was a little depressing. The ministers sat honestly in their seats, and the supervisors stood in front. When they saw Ji Ping'an coming, Li Guofeng said calmly:
"Everyone is here, let's start."
Ji Pingan didn't say a word and silently walked to the empty seat next to Luo Huaizhu and Mu Yaoyao.
The "Taoist" nodded to him, and then stared seriously ahead, looking like a good student.
The foodie girl was keenly aware of the melon seeds in his hand, her eyes lit up, but she refrained from asking for them.
Ji Ping'an sat down and saw the five eunuchs standing in front with serious expressions.
Li Guofeng's sharp eyes swept across the faces and said:
"I called you here because the Taoist sect just sent out an announcement that the second half of the Shendu Grand Prize has been partially released. It is the Yunqi Taoist Realm."
coming!
Hearing these words, everyone present was shocked, and Wang Xian and others' eyes remained unblinking.
In the competition stage, Luo Huaizhu failed to reach the finals and could only finish third, while the others were eliminated earlier.
But in the second half, everyone can enter, which is undoubtedly a chance to compete again.
"Prince Jian, what is Yunqi Dao Realm?" Lin Qin raised his hand and asked, expressing confusion.
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