National Division!
Great Zhou Guoshi!
Under the gray sky, the cold wind blew from the mountains. Ding Huan's messy white hair was shaken violently because it was scattered.
The pupils of this "famous man in the world" suddenly shrank, giving rise to intense panic and absurdity.
He carefully looked at Ji Ping'an in front of him and confirmed that his appearance was not familiar, but the look of pity and disappointment in this young man's eyes made him feel cold.
It's hard to stop thinking about many years ago, when I was young and wandering around the world, I accidentally met the "mortal" Imperial Master and had a brief past with him.
"Can't you recognize it?" Ji Ping'an sighed softly and transmitted the secret message:
"Back then, when you were running up the northern slope, you were hunted down like a lost dog..."
In the past, young Ding Huan was far from what he is today.
Instead, he is an ambitious young man who aspires to become a "chivalrous knight". He carries a shabby baggage and a sword worth two taels of silver and travels around the world to make a name for himself.
Along the way, he acted chivalrously, fought against injustices, beat up street thugs, and killed villains from wealthy families...
The young man is chivalrous, befriends the heroes of two states, and has a strong heart and gallbladder. Hair twitching. Talking. Life and death are the same. A promise worth a thousand pieces of gold...
Until he provoked a powerful martial arts clan and was chased all the way. At the desperate moment, he bumped into the Imperial Master of Zhou who was resting.
"...In the past, I took pity on your righteousness. Not only did I save your life, but I also helped you to enlighten yourself and embark on the path of spiritual practice. I taught you a martial art. When you complete your training, I will leave. You begged me hard to follow you. I asked, but I didn’t agree, do you know why?”
Ji Ping'an asked lightly.
Ding Huan was kneeling on the ground, the white starlight chain on his body shining brightly, and he was already stunned on the spot.
At first, he didn't believe it, but when Ji Ping'an casually told the past events in an understatement, there was only horror in his eyes.
Ding Huan was extremely sure that he had never told anyone about those details. Even if a dignified master mentioned this matter, there was no reason to tell his disciples such trivial things.
Of course, the more important thing is...tone and temperament!
The temperament of some people cannot be faked.
But...how did the Imperial Master become Ji Ping'an? Wait... Ding Huan suddenly remembered some clues he had heard from the martial arts world.
Combined with the strange behavior of the imperial court, although he did not predict the alignment of the stars, he had secretly imagined a top-level secret that would affect the Kyushu continent.
However, the cold icy rain reminded him that this was not the time to think about this.
He swallowed and stared at the "Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty", suddenly his expression became lonely and hidden with resentment:
"Isn't it because I have low qualifications? The Imperial Master looks down on me?"
Ding Huan has been around all his life and is very famous. He can talk and laugh with the leader of the alliance, but his true strength has never reached the level of sitting in the well.
Even after his peak period, he gradually declined, which all proves that his talent is mediocre.
Even if there is a national master who personally unblocks the meridians and passes down the martial arts, it can only be like this.
His poor talent was the biggest pain in his heart, and it was also one of the reasons why he was willing to be driven by the imperial military after he felt that his martial arts was cut off and he learned about the emergence of new martial arts.
He is indeed greedy for power, but he also wants to get help from the "God General of the Dadong Army" before his death to extend his life.
Ding Huan had resented him countless times. If the imperial master had been willing to take him away and give him a "recommendation quota" to go to the Qintian Prison in the divine capital, his life might have been very different.
Ji Ping'an shook his head and said:
"The favor of rice is promoted, and the enemy of rice is fought. I have already calculated that you will not be peaceful in the future, so I did not accept you. What does it have to do with your talent? As a famous martial artist, you should also know that the Great Zhou Guoshi has promoted and recommended you all his life. Don’t look at these.”
He sighed softly:
"It's just that I wasn't sure what would happen to you at the time, so I didn't want to choose to join the imperial court in the end and bring disaster to the party."
Ding Huanru was struck by lightning and his face turned pale.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, and then sadness finally appeared on his old face:
"I……"
Ji Ping'an was too lazy to listen to his explanation and said calmly:
"It seems now that I was a little softer back then. That's all. Although I was disrespectful to you in Qixia Town, I thought you were an old friend after all, so I didn't bother to talk to you. That's why I said that I gave you a chance... "
I gave you a chance, but you didn’t use it!
Ding Huan suddenly felt intense uneasiness, and he gasped:
"Don't kill me, don't kill..."
Ji Ping'an said: "I won't kill you."
Before a smile appeared on Ding Huan's face, he spat out the second half of the sentence:
"I will only take back everything I have given you."
As he spoke, he spread his fingers and pressed on the old man's heavenly spirit, silently running a spell.
Ding Huan was puzzled at first, but when he felt the spirit element in the sea of qi begin to follow the meridians, gather towards the sky spirit, and be absorbed by Ji Ping'an's hand, he finally became frightened and realized something.
He wanted to struggle, but the harder he struggled, the tighter the starlight chains tied to his body became.
After noticing the power gap, Ding Huan burst into tears, constantly admitting his mistake and begging for mercy.
But Ji Ping'an showed no signs of stopping.
Finally, after noticing that the sea of qi began to collapse and the meridians in his body shrank, Ding Huan cursed, his face ferocious and desperate.
Until the last drop of spiritual essence was squeezed out, his face lost all color and his eyes lost their light, like a dead tree with its vitality drained away. His head hung down and stopped moving.
"It's true that I won't kill you, but your survival to this day depends entirely on your cultivation." Ji Ping'an retracted his hand and shook his head:
"Now I will take back your cultivation as a punishment."
But the "Martial Arts Master", whose pulse had been cut off and whose heart had stopped, could no longer hear him.
"Hey, what are you mumbling about?"
Not far away, a female swordsman wearing a goose-yellow dress, a slightly round face, and holding a guzheng floated over with a strange look on her face.
With a "hum" sound, he put the guzheng up, and with a "bang" sound, he plunged it to the ground, leaning against the door panel, and said displeasedly:
"What kind of head are you trying to grab? I was going to kill him."
The sword servant in yellow skirt was very sorry. It was a pity that the master sword of the Shoushan sect where she originally lived was taken away. She could only rely on the remaining sword power in the guzheng. Otherwise, how could she not be able to defeat a martial artist?
Ji Ping'an personally killed the younger generation he had supported and felt sad.
Ignoring the sword attendant, he walked straight to the "battlefield" in the distance.
On the wet grass, the soil rolled up, and the pagoda knight, whose whole body was covered in armor, was as breathless as a gossamer, and he was not dead yet.
But the meridians all over the body were shattered, and the flesh and blood body was entangled with the armor, and it seemed that he would not survive.
"You..." Qi Chang's eyes protruded and he spit out blood, still confused.
Ji Ping'an raised his hand, put the puppet that had been pierced through the chest and was disguised in his appearance into the Taoist scriptures, looked down at the cavalry commander, and said:
"As you can see, the person fighting you is always just a puppet. It's a pity, how can the pagoda armor be head-to-head with a real iron lump?"
The pagoda knight closed his eyes in relief.
Ji Ping'an's eyes were as dark as ink, he raised his hand and grasped it, using the Taoist "Spirit Summoning" spell.
Immediately, a broken soul was pulled out from the armor, floating in the air with a dull expression.
Swallowed into the eyes.
…
Broken pictures emerged one after another, which were his most recent memories.
What came into view was a bed.
The captain turned over and lay down, taking the pretty woman into his arms. The woman frowned and said:
"What happened? I see you are in a bad mood."
The "Captain" was silent for a moment and said:
"The general gave me a task to go out and do something."
The woman frowned and said worriedly:
"Are you going to kill someone?"
"Yes." The commander seemed unwilling to talk more. He kneaded the dough with his big hands and said with wandering eyes:
"If I come back successfully this time, I will marry..."
"Shh." The woman raised a finger and put it on his lips, then pressed her head on the captain's chest, "Don't say such things."
At the same time as she spoke, she made a false gesture. The cavalry commander frowned slightly, turned over, and then there was another large mosaic.
"..."
Ji Ping'an withdrew his perspective from the "Captain Cavalry", thinking that he was quite good at flagging... He stood in the center of the memory, stretched out his hand, and the picture shattered, and he pieced together the second scene.
The "Captain" pushed open a door, stepped inside, lowered his eyes and raised his hands:
"General."
Because it was a memory, all the pictures came from the captain, so Ji Ping'an could only see the ground covered with knitted carpets.
"Qintian Supervisor Star Officer Ji Ping'an and the Dao Sect Saint are suspected of leaving Yuhang and heading to Qixia Town. You take a group of pagoda troops and find an opportunity to eradicate the former. Remember to watch the opportunity and don't involve the Saint..."
A deep voice came and threw out a talisman:
"Use this to block its magic."
The cavalry commander raised his head, but only saw a back figure: broad shoulders, wearing a white soft robe, standing with hands behind his back.
"Yes. General."
…
The memory suddenly collapsed. With Ji Ping'an's current state, it was still a bit difficult to read the great cavalry commander who was much stronger than himself.
"Is that man the divine general of the Dadong Army?"
Ji Ping'an didn't know much about the imperial list.
Most of the divine generals he knew were from the founding group, and these new "divine generals" were not yet qualified to meet the imperial master.
At this time, the battles in the surrounding mountains and forests were also ending one after another, and figures came from a distance. There were men and women, old and young, all of them were darknet killers.
Everyone was stunned when they saw the cavalry commander of Pagoda and Ding Huan who were kneeling in the field.
When he saw the ordinary soldiers lying on the ground again, they stopped ten feet away in tacit agreement and looked at the young man disguised as "Li Anping" in awe:
"My subordinate has seen the sword bearer!"
Ji Ping'an recovered his thoughts, turned to look at these people, and nodded with satisfaction:
"Well done, I'll go back to Yuhang later to receive the reward. But next, I have another task for you."
He raised his wrist and pulled out a porcelain bottle, which was the Gu worm he had obtained after killing the iron corpse in the village at the foot of Qidun Mountain.
There are dozens of them in total.
At this moment, Ji Ping'an opened the porcelain bottle, threw one to the killers one by one, and warned:
"This thing can't hurt you. Next, you divide into at least twenty teams and walk in all directions. If you notice any danger, throw it to the iron corpse or leave it in an uninhabited place..."
He gave detailed instructions, and although the killers didn't understand the reason, they all responded because of the terror of the "sword-bearer", and each took a lead and left.
Not long after, a group of killers disappeared into the cold rain.
Sword Attendant Huang Ying floated over with her broken guzheng in her arms, frowning and saying:
"What are you doing?"
Ji Ping'an stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the increasingly dark sky. He didn't know what he was thinking about. Hearing this, he said:
"Do you think that if the Four Saints arranged such a situation, they would not care at all about the magician's broken arm? They did not get too close. Maybe they were worried about being surrounded by the iron corpses and delaying the magician's broken arm to advance, or Worried about being discovered and exposing the location of the severed arm."
"However, they must have left some methods to locate the location of the broken arm. After thinking about it, the most likely cause is these Gu insects... If my prediction is right. After so long, the people of the Four Holy Sects You should have noticed something was wrong and rushed over..."
Huang Ying suddenly realized:
"So, you were worried that someone would follow the Gu worms to find you, so you deliberately used this trick to mislead the Four Saints?"
Ji Pingan nodded:
"These Gu worms are too close to the 'Mage Mother Insect' and are somewhat contaminated with its aura. I fed them with the blood of the head catcher. Coupled with the space shielding of the broken arm of the Magician by the Dao Sutra, they should be able to survive for a while. .”
This was something he had thought about a long time ago.
Therefore, before entering the village, he asked Yu Yu not to crush the Gu insect to death, but to keep it.
Huang Ying didn't know how serious she was and muttered:
"Is it okay then? I'll go back if it's okay. The corpse of the head catcher will jump around soon. Jiang Jiang can't hold it down by herself. I'll go back and help her."
After saying that, he slipped into the Dao Sutra.
When did you have such a good relationship... Have you found the same kind... Ji Ping'an shook his head.
He first cleared away the souls of the corpses present one by one, then walked away, picked up the trembling horse and left.
There was a lot of movement here, so he had to leave quickly and return to Yuhang as soon as possible.
…
It was about an hour after Ji Ping'an and the darknet killers left.
In the distant forest, a group of figures approached from far away and finally arrived at this battlefield.
The leader was a burly middle-aged man wearing a black and purple cloak and a mask, with a broad-bladed sword on his back.
At this moment, a pair of sharp eyes appeared above the mask, full of surprise and uncertainty:
"The Iron Pagoda of Dadong Military Mansion..."
A believer checked the corpse on the ground, looked at the man and said:
"Great Protector, the person died less than an hour ago. His body was broken by some kind of sword technique. The reason why Ding Huan died was strange, as if someone had drained his spiritual essence... There were also some traces of blackened electric fire at the scene."
Another person tried it and said:
"The soul has also been destroyed."
The Great Protector of the Four Holy Sects frowned:
"Combined with the traces of fighting around, it seems to be a battle between the military government and Jianghu forces?"
He felt a little headache, and things seemed to be running in an unpredictable direction.
Just as Ji Pingan had guessed, considering many factors, the people of the Four Saints did not stay near Qidun Mountain. It was not until they noticed that the corpse king under cultivation had left its original position that they chased him all the way.
It's just that they lack key information and find it difficult to figure out the clues from the many clues.
After all, Ji Ping'an wears too many vests... When the forces corresponding to different vests are intertwined, it is easy to get confused.
"The key now is not these."
Suddenly, a rickety old man from the crowd walked out and said in a hoarse voice.
He was extremely thin, with only a strand of white hair remaining on the top of his head, and not much flesh on his face. He looked a bit scary. He was wearing a robe embroidered with the patterns of the Four Holy Religions, and he was holding a skull staff in his hand.
The old man's eyes were red and green, and his expression was serious:
"Now it seems that someone has indeed found the magician's broken arm and tried to help him walk. We must find him as soon as possible to stop this."
The Great Protector nodded: "Can you locate it?"
"Yes." The old man raised his left arm, stretched out his slender hand from the cuff, turned his wrist, and saw a golden Gu crawling out of the wound in his palm, spinning around in circles.
The rickety old man's face instantly turned ugly:
"Why is this so... This golden Gu insect can sense the Gu insect on the magician's broken arm, but why is there aura from all directions?"
Hearing this, the believers present were also at a loss.
"Ah."
In the anxious and dull atmosphere, a woman's sneering voice suddenly sounded.
The Great Protector in a black and purple cloak followed the sound and looked unhappy:
"Xue Ji, why are you laughing again?"
In his sight, on the edge of a group of believers, stood a figure of a character woman.
She was dressed in a black robe, but her exposed skin was as pale as snow. She seemed to be wearing no clothes in the robe. When the cold wind blew, her extremely graceful figure could be vaguely seen based on her outline.
Looking upward, a section of snow-white neck poked out from the collar, and then there was a cold and charming young face.
She has a straight nose, three-dimensional facial features, and a hint of exotic charm. Her black hair is tied up high on the back of her head, which adds a bit of mature charm to her slightly green face.
Coupled with a pair of almost smoky black eyes and a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, all the male believers had a strong desire to conquer and wanted to press him down and release them to their heart's content.
However, the moment these thoughts arose, they were suppressed by a chill.
The "Saint" of the Four Saints Religion, or the "Witch" as she should be called, the "Snow Princess" who also returned from the starry sky, had no concealed ridicule on her beautiful face:
"I laughed at you for all your calculations, but in the end you were teased by your so-called 'stupid people of future generations'."
The great protector looked ugly.
On Xue Ji's fair and slender neck, all the veins are clearly visible. At this moment, she holds her head high and has a look of disdain on her face:
"A bunch of people who have been dead for hundreds of years still can't change their arrogance. How can you, a bunch of trash, want to do something big? It's a joke."
The Great Protector said in a deep voice:
"Xue Ji, don't forget that you are no different from us. Or are you still thinking about returning to the 'Tingxue Tower' you founded? The leader is kind and doesn't care about your betrayal back then, and even kills you. Get it back and establish it as a saint again, but that doesn’t mean we have to tolerate you without any bottom line.”
After a pause, he raised his stubble-covered chin slightly, with the same half-smile:
"Or do you think that you really think you are the mother of the country after sleeping with the Imperial Master of Zhou Dynasty?"
Xue Ji's face turned cold, and crystal snowflakes suddenly fell in the air.
But the Great Protector was not afraid. He stared at her bulging figure under the black robe, his Adam's apple rolled, he suppressed it again, and said regretfully:
"I can't touch you unless the leader has given me an order. Otherwise, you bitch has such a bad mouth. We really want to taste if your lower mouth is as sharp and sharp. Oh, I almost forgot, now The body is different from what it was back then, and I can no longer be a fellow-minded person with the Imperial Master of Zhou Dynasty."
As he spoke, he burst into laughter.
In the team, some people also laughed out loud, some had expressionless faces and shook their heads in disdain, some looked like they were watching a show, and so on.
It seems that the "ingredients" of this improvised team are quite complex.
Xue Ji's chest heaved with anger, her pale jade hands clenched into fists under her sleeves, and her eyes were cold on her flawless face, like a female animal approaching madness.
"Ahem," at this time, the rickety old man with a tuft of white hair on his head said:
"The old man is old and can't listen to your dirty jokes, that's all. Although I can't tell which one is true, in my opinion, it is very likely that the person who took away the broken arm will go to Yuhang. We only need to follow this Chase in the direction, put some effort into searching one by one, you can always find it, it's just a waste of time."
The Great Protector glanced at him:
"With the cultivation level shown by the other party, I'm afraid that if we delay for a while, we will run far away."
The rickety old man smiled and said:
"It's simple. Since he took away the magician's severed arm, it's not completely free. It was too far away to cast spells before, but now it's almost there."
As he spoke, he gently raised the skull staff in his hand, chanted the incantation, and the staff immediately emitted a green and pale light.
A series of disturbing light circles, centered on it, spread in all directions, like ripples in the lake.
Xue Ji tightened her robe with both hands and frowned:
"Corpse Witch, what is this?"
"Curse." The rickety old man named Corpse Witch grinned, showing his rotten teeth:
"Although I'm not as good as the curse-killer who can kill from a distance, I've been playing with corpses for countless years. I really think that if I throw the broken arm of the magician into a ravine, I will have no counterattack? Carrying this curse is just sitting on it. Jing also has to lie down for me and see how he can escape?"
Xue Ji frowned, feeling worried for no reason.
…
In the mountains and forests.
Ji Ping'an walked for a while, tied the horse aside, shook the Taoist scriptures, released the "Iron Catcher" that was bouncing around again and broke free from the seal, and drew his sword to "beat it to death" again.
Then he sighed tiredly:
"Isn't it okay to just leave it in the Dao Sutra? Do you have to take it out and reseal it again and again?"
Jiang Jiang was floating in the air, holding a mountain staff. She looked like a witch in a Western fantasy. Hearing this, she glanced at him lightly:
"Is that okay...you don't have any points...to count?"
After all, the Taoist Scriptures are only one page, not one.
And Ji Ping'an is not Xin Yaoguang now, so the available space in this page of Taoism is very limited.
It's okay to put ordinary things in, but the broken arm of the magician is the remains of a strong person in the Shenzang realm, and there is a risk of damage if you mess around with Taoist scriptures inside.
It can only be suppressed, and then released after a period of time to be physically suppressed by Ji Ping'an.
"The key is not just the trouble, but..."
Ji Ping'an shook his head and saw the iron catcher's body suddenly opened its eyes, stared at him, and blew out a breath of filthy air at him.
Ji Ping'an did not dodge, as if he had known that dodge was meaningless, and as circles of light enveloped him, Ji Ping'an felt a strong negative state covering his whole body.
"It's like this." Ji Ping'an sighed:
"I probably know which 'old friend' is responsible for this."
…
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