On the black water.
Every autumn, the air is cold and humid, with heavy autumn rain, and today is no exception.
But compared to previous years, this autumn, the surrounding waters were particularly empty. Far away from the island, an ink dragon lurked under the lake water. Suddenly the water broke, and he lifted up the head with two "bulges" on its head and looked back at the island. .
"It's started. Why don't you go? You're so determined and you've been given a bye again?"
On the second floor of the bamboo building, the first-generation God Emperor, who was carrying a bookcase and appearing like a puppet, opened the door and looked at Ji Ping'an with a calm expression.
When this little fat man lost his appearance and walked around in a puppet body, he showed some of the magnanimity and spirit of the God-Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty four hundred years ago.
Yu Yu and others went to watch the excitement. There were only two people left in the building. Ji Ping'an stopped pretending and said calmly:
"There is a truth in this world. It is often difficult for fools to guess, but the smarter the person, the easier it is to guess the rules of his behavior."
The God Emperor interfaced:
"Because the smart people in the world will always tacitly and unanimously choose the best solution in the current situation, and that often means the only one. But stupid people have a million ways to be stupid. This is also what you said back then. If you pass."
He curled his lips and sighed:
"Many times, I'm jealous of your talent. You obviously don't have any famous teachers to teach you, but every word you say is more profound. But this time you guessed it right again, you did get a bye, so you can wait until there is only a show in the ring. Master, go again.
Speaking of which, are you really sure? Don’t overturn it. Otherwise, we can only activate the backup plan. Can we really let Sister Xue Ji marry that ugly guy? "
Ji Ping'an didn't answer.
He just turned his attention to Xue Ji, but he never really paid attention to the martial arts monk.
…
In the arena.
As the gong sounded again, the first battle began. The disheveled Poison Dragon layman took the lead in jumping onto the high platform, turning his head and grinning at Xue Ji on the attic.
Then he looked at the blind old man in the audience:
"Come up and lead me to death."
"Master..." The two girls looked nervous, but the old Taoist priest calmly stroked his beard, patted their heads, picked up the hexagonal copper lamp, and jumped onto the high platform.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw black and green poisonous smoke spitting out from the mouth of Poison Dragon layman. In the blink of an eye, it engulfed the high platform and submerged the old Taoist priest.
"Young people don't respect martial ethics..."
The old Taoist cursed angrily, and the soul lamp in his hand suddenly shone brightly, creating a circle of ripples, blocking out the gambling fog.
The price is that the light emitted by the soul lamp can only illuminate a small area.
Yu Yu was in the crowd, watching the show with his arms folded, and would comment in a private chat using telephony:
"A blind man cannot see, and the soul lamp is his eyes. Those who use poison are well prepared. The poisonous mist is not to poison, but to limit their vision."
Sure enough, as the soul lamp was suppressed, the old Taoist priest's field of vision shrank and he truly entered a state of "blindness".
His ears moved slightly, and he could only hear the whistling sound of sharp blades and cloaks.
The crowd exclaimed as they saw Poison Dragon layman holding a poison-quenching dagger and striking at his opponent.
Twisting his waist and striking, the sharp blade flashing blue light cut through the air, but only cut through the afterimage of the old Taoist.
In the blink of an eye, the veteran appeared in the other corner of the ring and continued:
"...Come to cheat, come to sneak attack my eighty-year-old Taoist priest..."
The Poison Dragon layman missed his attack, dodged and struck back, and quickly floated towards him. His feet left the ground without making any sound. He didn't let out a whistle of sharp blade until he got close.
The soul lamp flashed, and the old Taoist appeared again in another direction: "Is this good? Is this not good... I advise you..."
"Take care of yourself and reflect more..."
"Make such a mistake, little clever guy..."
"Peace is the most precious..."
On the stage, in the blink of an eye, the two sides exchanged several rounds, but neither of them touched a corner of the old Taoist priest's clothes.
The poisonous dragon layman was furious and screamed strangely. Suddenly his robes swelled, the pustules all over his body swelled, and there was a faint movement under the skin.
With a "gurgling" sound, a huge pus wound burst, yellow and white mucus spattered, and squirming poisonous insects fell to the ground, then the second, the third...
Yu Yu's face turned pale, he stopped explaining, and almost vomited out his overnight meal.
Huang He silently covered Mu Yaoyao's eyes, feeling disgusted.
The poisonous insects grew rapidly, then flapped their wings and flew away, turning into locust tornadoes and whizzing away.
The silver bell on the old Taoist priest's waist suddenly rang, and his figure suddenly became smaller and got into the soul lamp.
Immediately, a soul lamp was seen darting left and right in the air, spraying flames, and a large number of poisonous insects were burned to death and fell to the ground. At the same time, a large number of new poisonous insects rose into the sky.
The two sides entered the stage of fighting.
After a moment, the soul lamp suddenly expanded, spraying out a ball of fist-sized flames like a comet, burning a bloody path through the insect swarm.
Poisonous Dragon layman screamed and was knocked off the ring. The soul lamp "seemed" to be exhausted and suddenly dimmed. He was pounced by the remaining poisonous insects and fell off the ring.
The blind old Taoist walked out of the lamp, his steps staggering, and the silver bell on his waist jingled. He picked up the magic weapon of his life, with lingering fear:
"I didn't expect you to come prepared..."
Then with a look of regret on his face, he looked at the leader of the Daze Sect, who was also sitting on the second floor of the pavilion, as well as the corpse witch and others, who were sitting on the second floor of the pavilion just like the saint.
"I was careless. I didn't dodge... I'm exhausted and can't fight anymore."
The island owner, wearing a green satin shirt and a silver crown, had an expressionless face.
With his eyesight, he could see that the old blind man was not using his full strength. He cursed secretly and snorted coldly:
"Yes."
"Master..." The two girls believed it and were very nervous. The elder sister lowered her head in shame:
"It's my disciple who didn't try his best and didn't prepare enough lamp oil. I still ask Master to punish me."
The old Taoist surprisingly did not get angry and said with a pleasant expression:
"As long as you have the intention."
I breathed a sigh of relief quietly in my heart and thought to myself:
If I get this ranking, I shouldn’t be “talked about” anymore.
As a bastard who was forced to join the religion, the old blind man had very different ideas from the island owner. He did not think that the devil's religion was a good destination, but he was unable to get rid of it.
He neither wanted to become a high-ranking person nor to be initiated by the leader. But if you show your cultivation too much, you will be considered "disloyal".
Therefore, how to exert effort, show a cooperative attitude, and leave room for others is a delicate task that is difficult to master.
At the end of the first scene, four strong men and nuns took the stage one after another.
But the old Taoist priest had no intention of watching at this moment. He only turned his head and looked into the distance, looking for traces of the "descendants of the calligraphy family".
…
Inside the Bamboo House.
Ji Ping'an remained motionless, and the fighting in the distance seemed to have nothing to do with him.
"Deng Deng Deng," the sound of footsteps came, and Huang He opened the door and came in:
"Sir, the blind Taoist priest defeated the poisonous dragon layman, and he himself stopped participating in the fight because of his lack of magic power."
Ji Ping'an said softly, "En", not surprisingly.
The sound of fighting continued in the distance. After a long time, Mu Yaoyao trotted into the building:
"The yellow turban warrior loses, and the nun and the colorful opera artist will fight in the next match."
"knew."
Ji Ping'an was still not surprised, but in his mind, he thought of the founder of "Peach Blossom Temple".
The interesting nun who once rebelled from Buddhism and was not involved in the fight between humans and monsters did not participate in the pursuit of "Li Yang". Instead, she barely helped him. She was also not allowed by the right path, but those were all That was hundreds of years ago.
The sound of fighting reappeared.
This time, not long after they were separated, Yu Yu walked up the stairs with a step that he did not recognize his relatives:
"Those nuns are too useless. They have strength in numbers, but maybe they just finished the last game? Anyway, they lost quickly."
Ji Ping'an said calmly:
"Maybe it's because they lack the will to fight. They've already got the ranking they want, so why bother fighting to the death with Cai Xishi? Inflicting injuries on him and taking advantage of me, a foreigner?"
Did the nun do it on purpose? Yu Yu was stunned. This was something she had not expected.
At this time, Ji Pingan finally stood up, holding the book in his hand, stretched lazily, and said with a smile:
"Okay, I've rested enough. If I lie down any longer, I'll get moldy. It's time to do some exercise."
So Ji Ping'an and his party of five walked along the stone road and arrived at the ring. Not surprisingly, they aroused a complicated look.
There was a lot of discussion:
"Here he is, he finally came out. I thought he didn't dare to fight."
"No, don't you think you are waiting for work? The actor has just played a game and he hasn't moved yet. This is to expand his advantage."
"This...island owner's bias is too much. Even if he barely wins, it would be disgraceful. Losing would be even more embarrassing."
"Tsk, what you are saying is that we are a demon sect, and we still care about honor and disgrace?"
"...Hiss, what you said makes sense!"
On the pavilion.
It was the first time for many people from the Four Saints Sect and the Daze Sect to see this scholar who had become so famous on the first day he came to the island.
The young master, wearing a jade pendant hanging from his waist and holding a folding fan, sneered:
"This man has a lot of airs. Let us wait for him."
The Corpse Witch smiled, rubbed the bone staff, and said:
"According to legend, calligraphers were a powerful group among hundreds of schools of thought in the past. They have a similar origin to Molin and Yunhuai academies today. Their ancestors were also famous sects, so they are somewhat arrogant, which is natural."
The dwarf looked unhappy. He had already been defeated in the previous fight and had lost the chance to compete for the Saint. At this time he said:
"Who do you think can win? Will both sides suffer? There will be no winner or loser?"
The young master pondered for a moment, looked at his father, and said:
"Judging from the cultivation level shown by Cai Xiu in the previous game, he is at least above eight. This scholar can't see clearly. Only one guard has taken action."
"In this case, the artist has a greater chance of winning."
"But calligraphers' techniques are so mysterious that it's hard to judge by common sense."
People discussed and had different opinions, but generally they tended to favor the colorist to win.
The old woman was condescending and stared at Ji Ping'an's appearance, feeling unhappy in her heart:
Although this scholar's appearance was not unusual, he was not particularly ugly either. In her heart, he was still more of a performer.
At this time, he turned to look at Xue Ji and made some insidious remarks:
"What do you think of the Saint? Your husband will be born between these two people."
Xue Ji couldn't answer, and she didn't want to answer. Her eyes only stayed on Ji Ping'an for a second, then moved away, and then searched among the crowd again.
Ji Ping'an, who pretended to be a "calligrapher", deliberately changed his temperament and demeanor.
What's more, even if she didn't change, it would be difficult for Xue Ji to recognize the little military advisor who later became the Great Zhou Imperial Advisor by virtue of his temperament.
But she searched and searched, but couldn't find any hope among the crowd.
"let's start."
The master of Qianjiao Island sat upright and gave orders.
Ji Ping'an looked indifferent and stepped onto the ring. From the beginning to the end, he did not look at Xue Ji.
…
On stage.
The tall, thin, ugly old man wearing a dark red robe and a half-mask stared at him viciously, with strands of white hair coming out from under the brim of his hat.
The half of the opera artist's face that was burned and covered with ravines curled up with the corners of his mouth:
"Last time, you escaped with your life at the banquet. This time, you can't escape."
Ji Ping'an's expression was dull. Hearing this, he finally narrowed his focus and looked at the Qimen monk.
He didn't hear what the other person was saying clearly, and he didn't care whether the latter's expression was resentment, admiration, or any other emotion.
In fact, his mind at the moment was already focused on many things behind this fight.
Therefore, those "wins and losses" that were extremely important to almost everyone present, he really didn't think about at all.
He just said: "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
The actor was stunned. He had imagined different reactions from his opponents, but he never thought of this one.
Being in the ring, he could clearly feel the carelessness in Ji Ping'an's eyes.
It was as if he had been practicing hard for several days behind closed doors, imagining countless ways to defeat the opponent, but everything was meaningless because the opponent didn't even remember who it was.
This kind of sincere, honest slight can arouse more anger than insult.
Then Cai Xi Shi became angrier than ever before. He laughed loudly and no longer hesitated. The aura on his body was rising steadily, and the aura belonging to the Pojiu cultivator began to permeate the air.
Many believers below the ring changed their colors and subconsciously backed away, deeply shocked.
The next second, the opera master gave a sharp shout, raised his hand and grabbed it in his robe, then shook it.
"call!"
A huge piece of cloth made of colorful cloth was spread out in front of everyone.
At the same time, under the light "cloth", brass-colored "metal wheels" densely covered with runes and whose edges were made of sharp blades jingled down.
There were so many wheels that as soon as they landed, the arena was cut into dazzling sparks.
"Chi chi chi——"
In the blink of an eye, dozens of terrifying, wildly rotating flywheels landed on the ground, cutting through the ground, and following different directions, they frantically cut towards Ji Ping'an.
"What kind of weapon is this?"
Yu Yu in the audience was stunned for a moment. She had never seen this before.
Fang Shijie folded his arms and explained in a low voice:
"A kind of thing between a weapon and a magic weapon, very flashy."
However, the flywheel, which was considered "fancy" by the Emperor of God, was regarded as a terrifying murder weapon in the eyes of the believers in the audience.
As long as you feel the terrifying kinetic energy attached to it and the abundant spiritual essence, you will know that if the Qi Nourishing Realm hits, it can be cut in half instantly.
Breaking through the Nine Realms, unless you are a martial artist or a Buddhist Vajra, it will be difficult to compete.
As soon as Caixi Shifu made a move, it was a powerful killing move.
On stage.
Ji Ping'an looked calm, and an illusory astrolabe suddenly appeared in his pupils. Through astrological deduction, he had calculated the follow-up attack as early as when the flywheel fell.
But he didn't dodge or cast a spell to solve it.
Today, his identity is "the heir of the calligraphy family", so any ability that would arouse suspicion, including Gu insects, cannot be used.
He just raised his right hand, and the ancient book that he had specially left behind in his previous life, filled with calligrapher's spells, opened with a clatter, and it was vaguely visible that the pages were full of words.
Ji Ping'an tore off a page and threw it into the air.
In an instant, surging spiritual elements gathered, and the page of paper shone brightly. In the blink of an eye, it condensed in mid-air to outline the outline of a huge house, and then fell heavily with a "boom".
It was clearly a house made of gold, completely protecting Ji Ping'an inside the house.
"House of Gold!"
The old corpse witch shouted in a low voice with a complicated expression:
"According to legend, one of the calligrapher's gatekeeping skills, the first spell that the calligrapher's ancestor read from the book, can be used to cast a golden house with spiritual elements, which can trap the enemy and protect him. If he is a calligrapher monk in the Observation Realm, , using this technique, the golden house cast can resist the attacks of the Shenzang Realm without being broken, and it can be called one of the strongest defenses on the surface."
Sure enough, as the Golden House was completed, hundreds of flywheels roared in from different angles.
The flywheel spun wildly, almost pulling out an afterimage. However, when it hit the golden house, it only exploded with a string of sparks, and was then bounced away.
"Ding!"
The first flywheel flew upside down and flew out of the ring. As the disciples dodge in fear, it cut straight into the ring's periphery, a stone pier used for martial arts training.
It cuts in silently, like tofu is submerged, leaving only the small half outside.
"Ding!"
The second one was bounced away, and a red-painted wooden pillar around the ring was instantly cut off. The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, causing the building in the stands to tilt.
A yellow scarf warrior with quick eyesight and quick hands yelled angrily and swelled up, using his shoulders to resist the collapse of the house, so that the senior officials watching the battle on the second floor did not make a fool of themselves.
"Ding ding ding!"
The flywheels were bounced off one after another, and the surrounding believers scattered in panic. Worried about being accidentally injured, Lazy's waist was cut in half.
"snort!"
The master of Qianjiao Island snorted coldly, grabbed it with his big hand, and a wall made of water vapor separated the arena, and the surrounding area was restored to peace.
Only then did people see clearly that sparks were flying on the surface of the golden house, but it remained motionless.
If you look closely, you can see that the "pure gold" wall is actually made up of golden words connected end to end, and they are flowing slowly.
The entire golden house is essentially a cage built with words.
"Calligraphers use writing as the foundation of legislation and books as the carrier. As the saying goes, writing carries the Tao. Every word is a condensation of a kind of 'Tao' between heaven and earth. Therefore, this is not a golden house, but a Tao. How can a magical weapon destroy a house in a house? According to what the National Master said back then, this is a 'conceptual' spell." God Emperor Fang Shijie sighed with emotion.
On stage.
The artist was horrified and hurriedly controlled the remaining flywheel to slow down to avoid being bounced away. He began to follow the trajectory, looking for gaps around the golden house, and continued cutting, but in vain.
"You think that if you hide, this mage can't do anything to you?" the ugly old man said angrily.
He grabbed the colorful cloth with his right hand and immediately a wooden sword was pulled out.
He puffed up his cheeks and puffed out, and the wooden sword immediately burned with white flames.
The performer wears hunting robes, his steps are hanging in the air, and his wooden sword points towards the golden house.
Suddenly, white flames rushed down like a dragon, setting the entire house on fire.
"You can block the magic weapon and the spell, but can you block the sweltering heat?" Cai Xishi said with a joking smile.
Ji Ping'an stood in the room, feeling the heat around him getting hotter and the air being distorted by the scorching heat.
The powerful golden house can certainly isolate the cold and heat, but what is recorded in his book and what he can release with his current cultivation is not up to that level.
"Crash."
The pages of the book turned again, Ji Ping'an pulled off the second page and shook it towards the ground.
Suddenly, the clear spring flowed, and the book page hung in the air, spitting out streams of clear water, flowing outward along the golden house, extinguishing the fire.
The temperature drops rapidly.
The water continued to spread outward, covering the entire arena, and when it touched the edge of the arena, it stopped on its own, as if it was blocked by an invisible force.
The water level continued to rise within the small area of the arena, rolling and roaring like an angry sea.
"This book is great!" Yu Yu was speechless and couldn't help but complain.
Although Mu Yaoyao and Huang He remained silent, they agreed in their hearts:
The skills of this calligrapher and monk are indeed very good. Shui's handwriting is so good, but this page alone has such a terrifying water content...
On stage.
The colorful opera artist looked at the roaring waves below, feeling frightened and angry in his heart. He suddenly flicked the colorful cloth in his hand, and immediately, seven-star lanterns appeared and lined up in a row.
The performer clicked his sword continuously, and the seven-star lanterns roared towards the eight corners of the arena, floating in different directions.
Suddenly, the raging waves below were suppressed by invisible forces and returned to level.
Immediately, he fished it at the back of his waist, shook off a rope as thick as his arm, swung it half a circle, and threw it towards the golden roof.
"clang!"
There was a soft sound, and at the end of the rope, a flying claw was like a big hand, locking the golden house tightly.
The performer was in mid-air and pulled back. The rope suddenly straightened and made a squeaking sound.
"He is going to open the house!" The young master snapped the paper fan shut in his hand, with a bright light in his eyes:
"The showman must have discovered that the water can spread out from the bottom of the house, which means that the golden house and the arena are not one body, but have holes. Therefore, there is no need to forcefully destroy the house, just pull it up, and this defense It's self-destructible, wonderful, wonderful."
Corpse Witch and others also nodded and sighed:
As expected of an old martial artist with rich experience, he changed his mind twice in the blink of an eye. This kind of reaction on the spot was enough to distance Cai Xishi from other monks.
"This will put the scholar in danger. Without the protection of the Golden Room, and without the guard on the stage, he must not be good at close combat." Someone said.
However, the Corpse Witch shook his head slightly:
"Based on what I know about the calligrapher cultivator, this person can release the golden house. I am afraid that it is time to use all his strength without the protection. I really thought that the calligrapher was ranked among the top 100 schools in the past. He is really not good at attacking. Law?"
Rumble...
At this time, on the ring, the artist pulled out with all his strength, the thick rope was as tight as a bowstring, and the golden house on the ground was really shaken.
After shaking for a moment, with a bang, he was forcefully lifted into the air and crashed outside the ring.
"Ha ha……"
The opera artist's face turned red, and he looked at Ji Ping'an, who was standing in the water, holding a scroll in his hand. He held a long sword and stabbed straight at him.
This sword is the sword that breaks the eighth peak.
However, Ji Ping'an just glanced at him and threw the page he had just torn off into the air.
In an instant, the page burned into an illusory flame, and a vague figure walked out of the fire, holding a penholder and facing forward.
In an instant, the wind stopped and the rain suddenly stopped, the tip of the pen collided with the tip of the sword, and the latter instantly turned into powder, and a strong sense of crisis rose crazily in the heart of the opera master.
But it's too late!
I saw words flowing out from the tip of the pen, condensing into a spear with no ending, piercing his chest.
"puff!"
The opera performer spurted out a mouthful of blood. The tall and thin figure in red robe felt as if struck by lightning. Like a kite with a broken string, it flew far away and fell hard to the ground. His head tilted and he fainted.
There was silence.
Only Ji Pingan looked with some nostalgia in his eyes at the figure holding the pen that slowly disappeared in the air. The latter seemed to look at him and then disappeared.
The scholar picks up his pen and lifts people to kill the enemy.
In my ears, a deep memory vaguely emerged, originating from a conversation hundreds of years ago:
"Do you know that scholars don't use swords to kill people?"
"A corporal kills with his sword, a sergeant kills with his mouth, and a sergeant kills with his pen."
"The sword can kill, but everyone knows it; the pen can kill, but no one knows it."
…
Ji Ping'an came back from his memory, closed the book, gently touched the old cover, and turned to look at the silent surroundings.
For the first time, I cast my sights on Xue Ji on the second floor:
"Now, can I marry you?"
…
I’ll correct typos first and then I’ll correct them. Tomorrow’s chapter is expected to be difficult to write...
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