In the bamboo building filled with books, bright white light shone from the dome and hit Ji Ping'an's face.
He raised his head slightly.
Being in this weird place, facing this female voice that came from nowhere, there was no expression of surprise at all.
It seemed that when he stepped into this building, he had seen through everything.
"...Should I call you Dao Realm Weapon Spirit, or Jiang Jiang?"
Before Ji Pingan said these words, the woman's hollow-like voice echoed in the building. When he spoke, the other party seemed to have been greatly shocked and was speechless for a moment.
The bamboo house became quiet.
For a while, in front of Ji Pingan's line of sight, the space was distorted, and a strangely dressed figure seemed to be scribbled out bit by bit in a painting.
This is a young woman, wearing a black robe with a strange cut, somewhere between a Confucian robe and a Taoist robe.
Wearing a pointed soft hat that was extremely rare in this era, his face was beautiful and pale, as if he had not seen the sun for a long time.
Her long, silky black hair hangs down to her waist, her facial features are three-dimensional, her expression is slightly dull, and she has a sculpture-like beauty.
It's the type that has a very high rate of turning heads when walking on the street.
Like... a witch.
Well, a witch that does not exist in this fairy-tale world, but only exists in someone's evil fantasy.
The outline of the smile on Ji Ping'an's mouth spread, giving birth to a kind of joy that came from the heart.
After living for a thousand years, I am used to seeing life and death, but whenever I see some familiar faces that have survived across the long river of time, I still find it difficult to contain my joy.
Jiang Jiang's delicate eyebrows furrowed as he looked at him, and on her slightly dull face, her eyes were suspicious:
"I haven't seen you."
When she spoke, there was a brief pause between each word, like a rusty machine that started slowly.
It’s been a long time since I’ve interacted with anyone, so it’s a bit laborious.
"But..." Jiang Jiang hesitated and said, "I think you have a familiar smell."
familiar……
Ji Ping'an's eyes overflowed with a sincere, even slightly loving smile.
If you use an analogy, it's like you have been away from home for many years. When you return to your hometown, your appearance has changed so much that people in your hometown no longer recognize you.
But the cat you raised back then, lying under the wall to bask in the sun, smelled a familiar scent and nuzzled your trousers.
Jiang Jiang shook his head and said:
"But I have indeed never seen you, and I won't remember wrongly."
At this point, she asked her initial doubts:
"But how do you know my name?"
Ji Ping'an smiled and told a story in a soothing tone:
"The Tao Jing is an ancient treasure. I don't know where it was first obtained by Tao Zun in the past, or it was created. It is said that this scripture records the true meaning of the Tao. It is also the source of the current Jiuzhou Taoism and even many inheritances derived from Taoism. source.
"A thousand years ago, it was in the hands of the Taoist Alliance and was held by several alliance leaders. Later, Wei Huayang, the first generation leader of the current state religion Taoist sect, obtained it from the Taoist alliance as the inheritance of the Taoist sect..."
"It was also from that time that Wei Huayang vaguely realized that there was a trace of 'spiritual essence' in the Taoist scriptures, but it was not enough to give birth to a weapon spirit, so it was nurtured from generation to generation. After it was in the hands of the previous headmaster of the Taoist sect, the aura became stronger and stronger. Finally, a hazy consciousness gradually began to emerge. At that time, the Great Master Zhou also realized it together.
"Although it was unable to enter this Dao Sutra due to its great strength, it was through the pages of the book that I nurtured this newborn weapon spirit for a long time. The previous headmaster was a bad namer... not good at this art, so I asked the national master to name it.
"So, the Imperial Master came up with the name 'Jiang Jiang' and personally drew a rough outline of the weapon spirit that had not yet transformed."
The weapon spirit floating in the air had a dull expression. He glanced at the star official robe he was wearing and felt a little enlightened:
"So, you learned about my existence from Qintian Prison."
Ji Ping'an said without explanation:
"So, when I entered the town, you were the one who was spying on me. It was you who prevented me from gaining immortality."
His tone was firm.
At the beginning of entering the Tao realm, Ji Ping'an was not sure that the weapon spirit existed in this page.
Especially after many years, the weapon spirit in his memory is still untransformed, and he is not sure what it looks like now.
But after coming into contact with the "Hunter", he began to have some guesses that the Hunter was so "real".
It shows that there is a will behind it.
Then, after seeing the townspeople living like real people, he was basically sure.
Without the "weapon spirit", it would be almost impossible to transform so many vivid real people at the same time.
Jiang Jiang had no shame and said:
"You have obtained the core position, of course there is no reason to give you immortality."
Ji Ping'an shook his head and pointed out that she was lying:
"Xin Yaoguang will not set such rules, and after reading thousands of books, this kind of test is too difficult."
Jiang Jiang said confidently: "This is the Tao realm, I have the final say. Xin Yaoguang can't interfere with me or stop me, and she can't see here."
As a weapon spirit, Jiang Jiang has a higher seniority than Xin Yaoguang, so she is not afraid of her.
Ji Ping'an glanced at her and suddenly said:
"You did this test. You didn't delay it intentionally. You wanted to find someone to chat with you for a long time."
There was no expression on Jiang Jiang's three-dimensional and dull facial features, but the fists hanging on his sleeves were clenched.
Ji Ping'an looked around the library and said:
"Xin Yaoguang stays in Jiyuan all day long, copying and writing scriptures. I guess she won't be able to communicate with you for a long time, and the Taoist scriptures are empty, so she throws these books to you to read? To relieve boredom? To pass the time?
"So, when you transformed the townspeople, you copied the historical figures recorded in the paintings and calligraphy, because you have never seen other real people?"
Jiang Jiang remained silent, her face like a statue of a goddess was holy and silent, but her breathing was slightly short.
Ji Ping'an sighed softly and gave a fatal blow:
"It was okay when I was ignorant before, but now that I have wisdom, it will be very lonely just sitting in this world."
Jiang Jiang lowered his head, took a deep breath, and said in a hollow and cold voice:
"I'm an examiner. If I can't memorize ten thousand volumes of books, then don't even think about going out. Xin Yaoguang can't save you."
Ji Ping'an shook his head and said:
"I can find a chance to see you again, but I have other important things to do and I don't have time to waste."
After a pause, he said:
"You can start testing me."
Jiang Jiang seemed to be stunned for a moment, glanced at him doubtfully, and then picked up a book:
"The New Book, Volume 6, Paragraph 2."
Ji Pingan recited casually:
"Ritual is what consolidates the country, regulates the country, and ensures that the ruler does not lose his people. The ruler governs his ministers, which is the correct form of etiquette. The power and virtue lies in the ruler, and the distinction between etiquette is based on it. The superiority and inferiority, the big and the small, the strong and the weak, the order of etiquette. The number is also..."
"Volume 3 of "Wen Shi Tong Yi", first paragraph."
"Talent, learning, and knowledge are three things. It is not easy to acquire one, but it is even more difficult to combine all three. Throughout the ages, there have been many literati and few good historians. This is why the job is..."
"The main technique of "Huainan"?"
"The master's art is to do things without doing anything, and teach without saying anything. Be quiet and not move, once and for all without wavering, follow the instructions and follow the instructions, and take responsibility without working. Therefore, the heart knows the rules and the master teaches, and the mouth is able Those who are able to walk the talk and praise others will take the lead..."
Inside the Bamboo House.
Jiang Jiang was floating in the air, her dark black robes bulging, and she stretched out two pale arms, constantly summoning a book from the surrounding bookshelves.
Open a page at random and ask to recite it.
And Ji Ping'an casually said the original text every time, word for word...
Just like what he said when he returned to Qintian Prison that day and asked Huang He to buy him some books to relieve his boredom.
Having lived for too long, in this world where entertainment is scarce, he has already read the existing books over and over again.
The powerful mental power of the "Taiyin" star officer ensures the accuracy of memory.
finally.
When Ji Ping'an recited an entire paragraph again and received no new questions, he looked at Jiang Jiang and found that the other party was holding a book and looking at him with eyes like paint.
After a long time, he said in a disembodied voice: "How did you do it?"
Ji Ping'an didn't explain, just smiled:
"So, now that I have passed the test, where is the reward?"
…
…
Yunqi Town.
In the early morning, Luo Huaizhu opened his eyes on time and sat up from the bed, with no sleepiness in his eyes.
She got out of bed, put on her clothes, and when she pushed the door open and walked to the corridor, she saw doors all over the second floor, either opening or making noises.
All the practitioners woke up one after another and looked at each other from a distance. There was no communication, but the serious and depressive atmosphere seemed to freeze the air.
There are still a few hours until ten days.
Pei Sanniang yawned and walked out and started bringing breakfast out from the kitchen.
At this time in the past, everyone would have dealt with it in a hurry, and then rushed out of the inn to find their destiny.
But when the last day came, no one was in a hurry.
Instead, chew slowly and try to adjust your condition to the best.
The star officials were also gathered together, but today there was one missing person.
"The teacher is gone!" A star official pushed open Ji Ping'an's bedroom upstairs. He didn't see anyone and hurriedly walked down and said:
"The beds are still folded."
Everyone was surprised at first, and then they understood something.
Wang Xian took a sip of porridge and sighed: "It would be better to leave earlier."
In his opinion, it was obvious that their advice yesterday had an effect, and Ji Ping'an was indeed not prepared to participate in today's decisive battle.
And before dawn, he left the inn, maybe went to hide somewhere in the town, or walked out of the town, or even quietly exited the Tao realm, which was not impossible.
This is undoubtedly a smart move.
Another meaning of Wang Xian’s words is:
Compared to leaving in full view of everyone after dawn, this way of leaving quietly is undoubtedly less embarrassing.
"You guys can leave too." Jian Zhuang glanced at Pei Qian and the two or three Qi-nourishing realm star officials who had sneaked in.
Obviously, if you break below nine in the later decisive battle, you are almost ineligible to participate.
A few people said nothing and just ate in silence. Several people in the Qi-nourishing realm have been prepared for it. They will not be seriously injured at most, but they still have to fight hard. They are different from Ji Ping'an.
Ji Ping'an has made enough contributions by bringing everyone in.
Therefore, he who has a lower cultivation level can leave. Even if someone is shameless, he will not say so clearly.
After all, it’s just a matter of cultivating qi. Having achieved this step, what else can you ask for?
But they have found very little immortality in the past two days. If they don't fight for their lives, they won't be able to return.
Pei Qian was not too embarrassed, but since his eldest brother Ji Ping'an was gone, he was not too pretentious. He left the iron sand behind after the meal and rolled back to the bedroom upstairs.
Time passed bit by bit, and the practitioners walked out of the inn in tacit agreement and came to the air at the entrance of the town, near the Demon Suppression Pass.
They distanced themselves from each other and began to confront each other.
According to the booklet, the "Mountain God Staff" will be born ten days later, that is, after noon, but no one knows exactly what form it will take and where it will appear from.
In this case, the safest way is to stay in the inn in the center of the town. In this way, no matter where the Mountain God Scepter appears, he can get there in time.
But considering that they would fight each other by then, even though they all understood that the townspeople were most likely phantoms, they still couldn't bear to destroy the town after ten days of contact.
Destroy the inn.
In that case, how distressed would the lady boss be?
"When the Mountain God Scepter comes out later, we will definitely be able to take action without any restrictions."
Qin Leyou held a long sword, looked at Han Qingsong and other Huaiyuan disciples, and said:
"When the time comes, I'll seize the mountain staff, Qingsong, and you lead the people to contain the others."
Han Qingsong held the hilt of the sword at his waist. The young man with red lips and white teeth frowned: "Don't call me Qingsong."
Then he distanced himself a little and said calmly: "If it's a conquest, why should I, Huaiyuan, be afraid?"
Daomen area.
"Later, you wait for the victory, and wait for this Holy Son to take action, so that the people in the outside world know what a true genius is."
The Holy Son stood with his hands behind his back. There was obviously no wind, but his Tai Chi Bagua robe was trembling, and his voice was full of excitement and pride.
He had just confirmed that his "lifelong enemy", Ji Pingan, did not participate in the fight. He probably knew that his cultivation was weak, so he avoided the fight.
This made the Holy Son proud and energetic, feeling that without Ji Ping'an as a strong rival, he would definitely become the most handsome boy in the audience today.
Yu Yu raised his snow-white chin and sneered:
"When the time comes, be careful not to eliminate those three companies."
For this decisive battle, all parties have arranged tactics. Logically, the most reasonable way is for a group of weaker sects to join forces to eliminate the strongest sect first.
After that, they fight each other again.
But considering that the Shendu Grand Prize is related to the honor and disgrace of the camp, it is impossible for Qin Tianjian to attack the Dao Sect first.
The other three families joined forces to launch an attack to prevent the Qintian Prison from sneak attacks.
Therefore, the most reasonable tactic is for the three parties to send people to contain the Daomen first, while the rest of the people work together to deal with the Qintian Prison first.
After that, they besiege the Daomen and eliminate the strongest party, and then the remaining three parties with similar strength will have a showdown.
In this solemn atmosphere, the sun rose to the sky.
At this moment, the pamphlets on everyone's body emitted golden light at the same time, and a line of text appeared:
"The rule against fighting has been abolished, and the Mountain God Staff is about to be born."
The moment the text appeared, without any warning, all parties involved in the confrontation took action at the same time!
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The awe-inspiring energy in the bodies of the scholars at Huaiyuan poured into the hilts of their swords, and then covered the long swords. The sword lights slashed towards the Qintian Supervisor star officials with sword rays!
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The disciples of the Beast Control Sect threw out tokens one after another at the same time, and the illusory pet beasts instantly gathered into a tide of beasts, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
Part of it protects itself, and part of it rushes towards Qin Tianjian.
"Crack!"
Qu Chuchen and other painters smashed the scrolls, released the gods and Buddhas, and activated various broken magic weapons.
Musicians such as Zhong Tongjun played the harp, the flute, or shook the leather drums they picked up.
All kinds of soul-shaking sounds swept in all directions without distinction.
"Not good!" Yu Yu's expression changed, and the flying sword turned into a shadow, tearing the air and slashing towards Qin Leyou.
When he caught a glimpse of the situation, he hurriedly threw out the small flags he found in the town from his sleeves, and tried to arrange a magic circle to block the attack for Qin Tianjian.
For a time, dozens of Pojiu cultivators went all out, preparing to eliminate as many opponents as possible before the Mountain God Scepter officially appeared.
The star officer of Qintian Prison undoubtedly became the first victim.
Looking at the attacks from various major sects, it can be called an indiscriminate bombardment.
The star officials, who were already at a disadvantage in terms of numbers and strength, suddenly turned pale.
Luo Huaizhu waved his big gun and stood up to resist, but he was still defeated by the sword attacks. The broken armor he picked up trembled crazily. In just a moment, it was on the verge of breaking to the limit.
"Get out of the way!"
Iron Sand Eyes had quick hands and kicked out a star official, avoiding a Vajra's Zen staff.
Then, the sword at the waist of this warrior was unsheathed, and the sword was full of energy, showing unexpected bravery.
But on the one hand, it is just a help, not a desperate fight.
In addition, there is also a gap between martial arts warriors and the geniuses of various sects. Soon, his throat became sweet, he spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards, hitting the pillar of the Demon Suppression Pass, his eyes were horrified.
"boom!"
Wang Xian held a broken knife, with strands of golden threads destroying it. However, after holding on for a while, a pet beast still opened a hole with its claws and was knocked away.
"Be careful!" Lin Qin exclaimed, raising his hand and sending a ball of water across, knocking away Zhao Xinghuo who was charging into the enemy group.
His soul was briefly controlled by the musician's music, and he stood frozen on the spot. He was stabbed in the chest by a sword, which activated the protective magic weapon to open the air shield, but he was defeated with blood spurting out!
Tragic!
Faced with the combined efforts of the three major factions, Rao Shi Dao Sect tried to lend a helping hand, but in the end they would not give their full strength.
Caught off guard, the star officials were wiped out in the blink of an eye.
Luo Huaizhu was the only one who managed to injure several people, but he was unable to support himself.
Finally, he was whipped out by Zhao Yuanji, flipped several times in mid-air, and barely landed on the ground.
Lost!
Just as soon as they fought, the Qintian Supervisor Star Officers were almost useless, and most of their combat power was lost. Even if they could still hold on, they definitely had no ability to compete for the "Mountain God Staff".
Wang Xian laughed miserably and sat down slumped.
Zhao Xinghuo cursed and felt powerless.
Shi Hao hammered the ground with his fist and looked at the other four sides fighting, feeling aggrieved.
Lin Qin smiled bitterly, glanced at Jian Zhuang who was barely getting up in the distance, and shook his head.
If it were a normal fight, even if they were weak, they would not be defeated like this, but when faced with the three parties joining forces and a gap of several times, they would not even have a chance to compete?
Is Qin Tian Jian really the first to be eliminated among the five major sects?
Luo Huaizhu knelt on the ground with one knee, the spear in his hand was bent and broken, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The strong wind blew his hair into a mess. The girl's eyes were blank, and she didn't know what to do.
She subconsciously wanted to seek help from Ji Pingan, but then she remembered that he had already left.
Besides, even if it is here, what's the point of nourishing Qi...?
At this time, suddenly, a majestic and surging breath came from the southeast, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and a strong wind suddenly rose.
Thick clouds gathered together, and there was faint lightning and thunder.
"Over there! The Mountain God's Staff is in the mountain! It's not in the town!" Han Qingsong shouted.
Before he finished speaking, Qin Leyou had already wielded his sword, turned into a sword light and rushed out of the battle group, flying towards the southeastern mountains and forests.
"Did this Holy Son let you go?" The Holy Son was furious. The formation patterns under his feet spread, and his figure moved again and again, quickly chasing after him.
Yu Yu shouted, holding the flying sword in his white and tender hands, letting it pull him, and left in an embarrassed manner.
Zhao Yuanji picked up the girl, rode the white tiger, and ran towards the forest.
Mo Lin's painters either took out the paintings they had made in the past ten days and smashed them, or used magic weapons to chase after them like crazy.
In the blink of an eye, a group of people stopped fighting and ran into the vast forest.
"Let's go too!"
Luo Huaizhu said suddenly. The girl used Earth Escape, and the soil beneath her feet rose up, forming a land ship. She took the other star officials and chased her all the way.
Wang Xian and others were unwilling to give up and followed suit.
Although they are weak, in terms of speed, the star officers who are good at the Five Elements Escape Technique have the advantage.
And as a group of practitioners got closer to the center where the thunder clouds gathered, they felt the sky was dark and the ground was dark, and there was lightning and thunder.
The wind howled in the forest, and a green star slowly rose, extremely eye-catching amid the canopy of trees.
"Right there!"
Qin Leyou's spirit was shaken, and he activated the flying sword under his feet, increasing the speed to the extreme. The hilt of the sword tore the air and rolled up a circle of air waves.
The Saint Son Taoist Hunter, with his stronger cultivation, is on par with him by virtue of his formation.
Behind the two people are practitioners showing off their magical powers.
Finally, when everyone broke out of the forest that blocked their sight and arrived at an open space, a simple and majestic bamboo building appeared in front of them.
At this moment, on the top of the bamboo building, on a semi-open terrace, there is a yellow-green cane, wrapped by ancient knotted vines, thick at the top and thin at the bottom, with a round top floating in the air.
Exuding power that no one can control.
Their eyes lit up and they were about to fight for it.
suddenly……
On the terrace, the simple door was slowly pushed open from the inside to the outside.
Then, a hand reached out and gently, easily, gently... grasped the top of the Mountain God's staff.
Ji Ping'an walked out of the bamboo building and stood on the semi-open terrace. Looking at the familiar faces arriving in mid-air, he showed a gentle smile:
"Sorry, you're late."
(End of chapter)
