The sun was shining brightly, and the city of Yuhang was like a steam oven. Ji Ping'an held a wooden stick in his hand and followed the carriage in front of him. In the process, he took out his bamboo hat and put it on to block the sun.
Jiang Jiang floated beside him like a ghost, with a dull and pale face, unable to conceal her curiosity:
"Is there something wrong with this person?"
Ji Pingan said casually:
"It may not be related to the clues I am looking for, but this person is indeed not simple. If I read it correctly, this person surnamed Zhou should be related to the civilian prime minister in the world."
Jiang Jiang frowned, thinking appeared on his face that was not very angry, and said:
"I remember that it was said in the book that hundreds of years ago, there was a commoner in the world. He was nameless and was very good at physiognomy. He was also considered a strange person. He founded a small sect, which is the 'Buyi Xiangmen'. He belongs to the Qi family in Jianghu, but his descendants are very few, and they seem to have been cut off later."
Ji Ping'an said "yes" and explained:
"That's right. But one thing is not written in the book you read, that is, the Buyi Prime Minister Sect was not cut off, but became more hidden, and later got a new name, 'Tianji Pavilion'."
Jiang Jiang asked:
"That Tianji Pavilion who sells information for a living and likes to publish various world rankings?"
The name Tianji Pavilion is no stranger to Jianghu people. Like the "Dark Net", it belongs to a relatively special type of force.
It has no headquarters. According to Ji Ping'an's customary statement, it is a "distributed" organization.
He has disciples all over Kyushu who collect, deliver and sell information.
Rumor has it that the so-called "Hidden Dragon List", "Golden List", "Beauty List", "Weapon List" and other messy lists are all concocted by Tianji Pavilion.
Pei Qian is quite proud of being on the Qianlong List.
It is said that the master of Tianji Pavilion has a pair of heavenly eyes that can reveal the secrets of heaven...
Of course, in Jiang Jiang's eyes, even the Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty and the headmaster of the Taoist sect could not understand the secrets of heaven. The so-called strange sects in the world were just bluffing mediocre people.
Ji Pingan said:
"Just now, all the fortune telling masters in Yuhang City are showing off their magical powers. I am also observing that the method used by the most famous and powerful 'Zhou Banxian' is the 'Physical Technique' of Buyi Xiangmen."
Divination, Feng Shui, fortune-telling, astrology... Although their respective fields of expertise are very different, the higher they practice, the more they will intersect with each other.
Just like, the techniques of each major lineage are very different, but in the end, they all reach the same goal by different paths, and they all rush to commune with heaven and earth.
How can an ordinary hexagram master understand this kind of physiognomy?
The most likely possibility is that there is someone behind Zhou Banxian... Ji Pingan discussed with Huang He and others yesterday and proposed the method of "fishing".
Right now:
If there are other reborn people in Yuhang City, then they will definitely pay attention to the abnormal events in the city.
Coincidentally, the disappearance of the head of the Pei family was enough to attract the attention of all the forces lurking in the dark.
Not all of them may be related to the reborn, such as the "agents" of the Beast Control Sect, the imperial government, and even Jianghu sects such as Tingxuelou, so they should pay attention.
Ji Ping'an followed Zhou Banxian and was not completely sure of finding clues, but the astrological revelation told him that he would definitely gain something.
…
at the same time.
Zhou Banxian, who was sitting in a luxurious carriage covered with cushions, didn't know yet that he was being watched.
At this moment, he closed his eyes and took a nap, gently breathing out the lost cultivation while thinking about Pei's trip, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.
You know, in the circle of divination masters in Yuhang, he has always been at the top of the list. As a result, it is just that he failed to divine the whereabouts of the Pei family leader this time. After all, neither could the others.
But unexpectedly, that strange boy seemed to have discovered something, so he invited Li Xiangjun to discuss it in detail alone.
This made him feel ashamed, and he felt as if he had been slapped in the face from a distance.
However, more emotions are still fear.
"Laoliu Street, Yijingzhai...where did the strong dragon crossing the river come from?" Zhou Banxian's heart pounded, always feeling that the other party was unfathomable.
Targeting the other party? That is an extremely stupid move. If Jianghu people want to survive for a long time, the first priority is to figure out who can be offended and who cannot be offended.
"We have to find a way to investigate this person. There are also changes in the Pei family that are worth noting." Zhou Banxian thought, opened his eyes, and said to the disciple driving the carriage through the curtain:
"Go to Xici Hutong."
After a pause, he added: "Go around a few times."
The driver driver looked surprised and said "Yes."
He immediately pulled the reins, turned a corner, and circled around the city. After repeatedly confirming that no one was following him, he rushed towards his destination.
Experienced and skilled.
About an hour later, the carriage finally arrived before dusk at a remote area in the west of the city, and entered an alley called "Xici".
Zhou Banxian opened the curtain and stepped out of the car. After confirming that there was no one around him, he ordered his disciples to take care of the carriage. He walked along the alley to a door and pulled the door knocker three times in a rhythm of three short and one long.
After that, footsteps were heard. After asking who it was through the door, the door cracked open, revealing a man with mediocre features but sharp eyes like knives. He said calmly:
"You're here. The Pavilion Master has been waiting for you for a long time."
Zhou Banxian was shocked and followed him respectfully. He walked through the front yard and when he arrived at the atrium, he first saw a gorgeous pear tree.
Under the shade of the pear tree, there is a square table, on which are seasonal fruits soaked in well water and exuding cool air.
At the table.
An old man wearing a brown embroiderer's robe and a small cap, with an indifferent temperament, was holding a parchment scroll and reading.
At first glance, he looks just like an ordinary rich old man, but his identity is highlighted by his pair of deep pool-like eyes that are not faint at all.
The master of Tianji Pavilion.
"Pavilion Master." Zhou Banxian approached respectfully. He didn't look like a fairy at all. If the rich and noble people in the city saw him, they would be shocked.
Upon hearing this, the Master of Tianji Pavilion did not respond immediately. He just carefully read the leather scroll in his hand, then slowly placed it on his knees, pinched his eyebrows, opened his eyes tiredly, and sighed:
"Xing Dou Xuan Tu, I have been reading it since I was a child. Every time I thought I understood it, I would read it again after a few months, only to realize that my previous understanding was not even scratching the surface. After reading this way for decades, I thought that Gradually, the secret of destiny becomes clear, but the spiritual factors of heaven and earth are repeated, but no one realizes it.
When I looked through this picture again recently, I was suddenly struck by the realization that my understanding over the past few decades was nothing more than a drop in the ocean compared to the state of the Great Zhou Dynasty Master in the past. The more I learned, the more I realized the mystery of my destiny. , and cannot reach the other shore. "
Zhou Banxian was surprised at first, and then boasted:
"Pavilion Master is too modest. If you are just like a drop of the mill, where will we be? Furthermore, this Xingdou Xuantu was written by the former imperial master and wandered in the rivers and lakes. What kind of person is that person who is a great cultivator of the divine treasure? It is beyond our reach. It’s normal.”
The Master of Tianji Pavilion sighed, obviously he had heard similar words too many times and had developed immunity.
Let’s get back to the topic immediately:
"I had a premonition that you would come to my door in the afternoon, but I couldn't see the specific situation clearly. I think it involves a lot of layers, but something big happened?"
Zhou Banxian looked in awe:
"The master of the pavilion is very clever. He did encounter something, and it was related to the head of the Pei family..."
Immediately, he narrated the entire incident.
During the process, the old man did not interrupt, but listened quietly. After listening to a section, he commented:
"The shackles of heaven and earth are opened, and the demons are in chaos. This is also a sign."
Zhou Banxian said: "Pavilion Master, does he know where the head of the Pei family is?"
After asking, he saw the pavilion master, who looked like an old man, looking at him quietly, with unintelligible meaning in his eyes. After a moment, he said calmly:
"The secret must not be revealed."
Is it not allowed to be revealed, or is it that you, the Pavilion Master, can’t tell?
Zhou Banxian, who was proficient in the character design of the hexagram master, murmured in his heart, with a look of reverence on his face. He did not ask any more questions, but instead said:
"Pavilion Master, besides this, I also met a strange person this time."
Immediately, he described what Ji Ping'an said in the hall and the separate invitations from the Pei family's mother and daughter. As for meeting Pei Wuju, he didn't know.
A Jingzhai? Li Anping?
The Master of Tianji Pavilion frowned, he was also unfamiliar with this, thought for a while, and said:
"I already know, you don't need to worry about this anymore."
The implication: Don’t get involved if the water is deep, Tianji Pavilion will investigate.
When Zhou Banxian saw this, although he was not very satisfied, he did not dare to disobey him, so he immediately handed over his hands and left the small courtyard with worries.
At the moment when the courtyard door closed, a plain voice suddenly came from the ears of the Master of Tianji Pavilion:
"The commoner physiognomist was considered an outstanding figure back then, but he didn't expect that his descendants would end up being deceived and deceived."
"who?!"
The Master of Tianji Pavilion was sitting back in his chair. He was about to close his eyes and rest, but when he suddenly heard these words, his expression changed.
Then following his spiritual sense, he saw outside the square table in front of him, in the air, a figure wearing a bamboo hat and a green shirt, with a vague face, was painted out inch by inch.
In the distance, the mediocre-looking man suddenly changed his color, his air roared, and he was about to leap over.
But the old pavilion master suddenly raised his hand to stop:
"No need to come over! Please retreat to the front yard first!"
"Pavilion Master, he..." The guard hesitated.
He knew very well that Bu Yi was a physiognomist, majoring in physiognomy and not good at martial arts. This is also the reason why Tianji Pavilion does not have a clear location——
Jianghu warriors are very aggressive and often get angry due to changes in rankings on the list.
If there is a clear location, Tianji Pavilion will be knocked on the door about ten times a day.
But the pavilion master has a destiny and has to obey.
"...Yes." Hu never retreated unwillingly and disappeared into the courtyard step by step.
When there were only two people left in the Sifang Pavilion, the master of Tianji Pavilion put aside his shocked expression and smiled faintly, acting like an expert:
"I'm old and frail, but I can't stand the scare. How about you please sit down and talk?"
Jiang Jiang was invisible and floating beside him. He turned to look at Ji Ping'an and asked with his eyes:
"Do you humans like to show off so much?"
Ji Ping'an ignored Miss Qi Ling's gaze and just watched the old man's performance with a half-smile. After hearing this, he also raised his hand to grab a chair and sat down opposite him.
The Master of Tianji Pavilion looked calm and looked like he was in control:
"I wonder what you meant by what you just said? Could it be that old man, that scoundrel, who bumped into you?"
This sentence concealed a temptation, and Old Man Tianji obviously realized that the other party was following Zhou Banxian.
So, this person has long known that Zhou Banxian has something to do with Tianji Pavilion? Taking advantage of this Pei family gathering, you found the opportunity to come over?
Or is it that the other party is simply a strong person raised by the Pei family?
As for his casual revelation that he is the successor of the "Ma Yi Shen Xiang", it means that his origins are extraordinary and he is definitely not an ordinary martial artist.
Ji Ping'an didn't answer, thinking in his mind:
The revelation given by astrology is very vague. I only have a hunch that by following Zhou Banxian, I may get the clues I want.
Now it seems that this sign should be in this person.
He deliberately said in a hoarse voice:
"The master of Tianji Pavilion is actually hiding in this shabby alley of Yuhang. It's really hard to guess. I've heard that the intelligence of Tianji Pavilion is top-notch. I'm here to ask for some information. Can you tell me, master?"
The master of Tianji Pavilion said calmly:
"What Tianji Pavilion does is to sell information. If you want to buy it, you can do it. I don't know what you want?"
Ji Ping'an chuckled lightly and said:
"Is there any news about the disappearance of the head of the Pei family?"
The Master of Tianji Pavilion looked at him deeply, shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Ji Pingan picked up a grape and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling the sweetness, and said:
"I don't know about Zhou, I believe it. But Tianji Pavilion doesn't know about it at all, I don't believe it."
The Master of Tianji Pavilion looked slightly cold and his tone was indifferent:
"So, what are you going to do next? Use force to scare the old man? Or do you really think that the old man can be manipulated by others after walking around the world for many years?"
There was confidence in his voice.
Ji Ping'an shook his head and said:
"Coercion by force is really vulgar. I'm just curious. Although you call yourself 'Old Man Tianji', you don't seem to be omniscient. At least you don't know about my arrival."
The Master of Tianji Pavilion sneered and did not panic.
As a disciple of Buyi Shenxiang, he would fortune tell for himself every early morning to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.
He does not have the ability to predict the future, but he is sure that there is no threat to his life today.
Ji Pingan pinched another grape, stuffed it into his mouth, and said:
"It seems that you are confident enough in your fortune telling that there will be no disaster today."
Master Tianji Pavilion's smile faded: "Otherwise?"
Ji Ping'an pinched the third grape, suddenly smiled and said:
"Why don't you take a look at my appearance? You should be very curious about my origins. Since you have nothing to do, how about meeting me for once?"
After finishing speaking, the Master of Tianji Pavilion was silent for a moment, and finally sat upright slightly, looking at the mist under Ji Ping'an's bamboo hat.
To master Qimen's physiognomy, he does not need to actually see the person's facial features. He can deduce the physiognomy as long as he sees the target's body.
now.
Following a vague spiritual fluctuation, his deep pupils suddenly turned into pure gold, and an invisible and huge power descended.
However, Ji Ping'an didn't hide or avoid, he just had time to wait.
The next second, old man Tianji suddenly trembled all over, with panic on his face.
The golden pupils named "Sky Eyes" split open with a "click", and two lines of scarlet blood and tears overflowed. His thin hands were tightly gripping the armrests of the seat, with bulging veins.
Panting heavily, he could no longer maintain his original image of a master, so he gritted his teeth and swallowed the pained cry.
For a long time, the Master of Tianji Pavilion, who had beads of sweat on his forehead, slowly raised his head, "stared" at Ji Ping'an with a pair of gray-white, tarnished eyes, and shouted hoarsely:
"Who...are you?!"
Just now, he was trying to trace the origin of the person in front of him with his physiognomy, which was the best in Kyushu, but he was suddenly hit by countless complicated and confusing pictures in his mind.
The amount of information is terrifying.
If an ordinary person's life experience is just a vat of water and a monk is a stream, then what he just glimpsed is an endless sea.
If he hadn't forcibly reversed the physiognomy and interrupted the divination at the cost of losing his life span, he had no doubt that he would be shocked by the pictures he saw and completely fall into madness.
But now, although he has saved his life, his third eye is half blind.
As for the "picture" seen, it was even more fragmented, as if it had been processed by some extremely high-level power, making it impossible to read and turning into a mess of garbled characters.
Ji Ping'an sat back in his chair and looked down at the half-blind old man, his eyes filled with indifference.
He has prepared many means for reincarnation. As the number one divination figure in the entire continent, how could he be unprepared for his past?
Under his arrangement, if powerful men from major sects try to divine him, they will either read false experiences or be disturbed by the way of heaven - this can be interpreted as the protection of the disciples by the national master.
But just now, he had only slightly uncovered part of the destiny, but at the level of Old Man Tianji, just a glimpse of his thousand-year life was enough to break his spirit.
"Now, can you tell me the information about the head of the Pei family?" Ji Ping'an folded his hands and spoke calmly.
The old man was silent for a moment and said:
"Tianji Pavilion does not know the truth of this matter, but it has paid attention to it, conducted an investigation, and obtained a clue not long ago."
"What clue?"
"The disappearance of the Pei family leader is caused by the intervention of a certain person or force. The recent curse murder cases in the city are also related to this."
"Curse murder case?"
"This matter has been suppressed by the Demon Slayer Division, so there are few rumors from the outside world. But with your methods, it must not be difficult to find out. This old man really only knows this. If you still don't believe it, just kill me."
Ji Ping'an tapped his fingers with a thoughtful look on his face, then made some insinuations and asked for information about the "Reborn Ones".
Tianji Pavilion was also aware of the relationship between the return of the stars and resurrection from the dead, and also noticed the activities of the Four Saints.
But according to the old man, before Zhu Xun was killed, the forces of the Four Holy Cults in the city began to hibernate and shift. After his death, there was no movement at all.
Although Tianji Pavilion makes a living by selling information, in the end it is just a Jianghu force.
It cannot be expected to have more information than the five major sects, the imperial court and other forces.
That's not realistic.
"I'll just trust you once." Ji Ping'an stood up, dusted off his robe, and walked out.
After taking two steps, he suddenly paused and said:
"The secrets of heaven are unpredictable, and the national master is not omniscient and omnipotent. It's okay not to look at the mysterious map of stars."
As he spoke, his figure disappeared inch by inch, and the last ray of the sunset also happened to be extinguished.
Only old man Tianji was left sitting blankly in his chair, looking at the parchment on his knees that was burned to ashes by the flames. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and his gray eyes gradually returned to life.
In a daze, the old physiognomist had some enlightenment and realized that his past practice had been locked up by this parchment, and he had become an inner demon.
But this mysterious man used brutal means to remove the "obstacle" in his heart.
The state of mind that had already reached a dead end was loosened again. Vaguely, he seemed to see a broader and more gorgeous world with "Physiometry".
"No destruction, no establishment..."
"It's actually like this...It's actually like this..."
He murmured, suddenly stood up, and bowed deeply in the direction where Ji Ping'an disappeared. There was no resentment in his heart, only the kindness of rebuilding.
"Pavilion Master...you are..."
At this time, the servant heard the noise and rushed back. He was shocked to see this scene and asked, "Where is the thief?"
Old Man Tianji stood up, dusted off the ashes on his robe, and said displeasedly:
"What a thief, that's my master."
Servant:? ?
…
…
On the street, Jiang Jiang looked at Ji Pingan in confusion:
"Why are you helping him?"
Ji Ping'an said leisurely:
"Am I a person who robs by force in your eyes? Since I want to buy information, of course I must be paid."
Jiang Jiang didn't believe it, but couldn't find any strong evidence to refute it.
What Ji Ping'an didn't say was that the more important reason why he gave the advice was because he was remembering the love he had with Buyi Shenxiang.
"After all... that magic stick... if he had nodded back then, he should have enjoyed the blessings in the Divine Capital City with me and that bastard of the Divine Emperor, and he would have been worthy of enjoying the Ancestral Temple."
Ji Pingan whispered silently in his heart, and then became curious:
The God Emperor and Commoner...are they reborn again?
Well, not to mention Bu Yi, he likes to hide his head and show his tail.
But with the character of the God-Emperor, if he really returns, he must have already formed a gang, formed his own power, and developed it in a corner, ready to wait for the opportunity to stir up the world.
…
Mud Bottle Alley.
On a certain stone roller.
Fang Shijie, who is only seven years old and short and fat, looks like an old general with his hands behind his back, overlooking a group of "boy scouts" below.
They were all children from the surrounding neighbourhoods, the oldest was only ten years old and the youngest was only four or five years old. They were still wearing crotchless pants and had sloppy noses. But at the moment, they all held out their chests and raised their heads, looking very solemn.
"Report——"
Suddenly, as the last ray of afterglow disappeared, a little boy dressed as a newsboy and carrying a cloth bag ran back from the entrance of the alley. He imitated the appearance of a messenger on the stage. He stopped suddenly and almost fell into the mud.
Fang Shijie was overjoyed and hurriedly greeted the corporal, helped him up personally, and asked anxiously:
"How's it going?"
The little newsboy wiped his nose, took out a few manuscripts filled with large characters from the cloth bag in frustration, and said:
"Boss, the people at the newspaper didn't want me at all. They even kicked me out. They said that the poems written by the National Master had been completed by someone long ago. They also said that we couldn't even copy hot ones. They even tried to copy fragments of poems to earn royalties. In fact, wishful thinking……"
Fang Shijie felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his little face was full of disbelief, and he murmured:
"It can't be..."
In his scheme, he hides behind the scenes, by completing the poem.
Not only can he use this method to let the Imperial Master know that he is here, but he can also gain fame and become a child prodigy.
You know, in Jiangnan, a country with a strong literary style, becoming a child prodigy is a path with successful precedents.
Although the risk is also great, it is easy to expose one's own specialness.
But Fang Shijie thought carefully for several days and felt that the risk was worth taking.
If he was reborn as an heir to a powerful family, or even as a martial artist, there would be a safer way to rise.
But the problem is that he is only seven years old...
At this age, even because the Qi Sea is not yet stable, it is impossible to even practice!
Unexpectedly, after a long period of psychological struggle, he was finally ready to debut as a "prodigy", but he died before his debut.
"Who is it? Who completed the poems of the Imperial Master?" Fang Shijie asked loudly.
The newsboy thought hard and said:
"It seems... that he is a man with the surname Ji, who was recruited in the capital of the gods. He is said to be a disciple of the national master?"
The surname is Ji? Fang Shijie frowned, secretly calculated the time, and shook his head:
According to the day when the stars return to their positions, the day when the stars return to their positions is considered as the beginning of rebirth. That Ji or something is the first to copy the poem, so it cannot be the reincarnation of the national master.
"With the character of the Imperial Master, he must be hiding somewhere at the moment, pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, secretly scheming. There is no 100% certainty that his true identity will never be exposed..."
Fang Shijie thought about it and began to hatch a new plan.
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Laoliu Street, Yijingzhai
When Ji Ping'an walked into the small courtyard, he saw the trio sitting around the stone table, discussing something excitedly.
To be precise, it was the saintly girl in pink skirt who raised her chin and spoke proudly, while Huang He praised her in a high-EQ manner from the opposite side.
Mu Yaoyao pulled the rope and pulled out a wooden bucket filled with water from the well mouth. She picked up a floating watermelon from the cold well water with her two small hands.
Then I cut it open and gnawed it while listening.
Seeing Ji Ping'an coming back, the foodie girl's eyes lit up and she held up the watermelon: "Come and eat the melon."
"..." Ji Pingan walked over and asked curiously: "What are you talking about?"
When the saint saw him coming back, a trace of pride flashed in her eyes, she raised her white chin, raised her chest high, and hummed:
"This saint found an important clue today."
"Oh? What is it?" Ji Pingan asked curiously.
…
ps: I spent an hour tonight to complete the first and last meeting with my blind date on WeChat. And I didn’t even delay coding!
(End of chapter)
