"Now, can I marry you?"
In the center of Qianjiao Island, on the stage, Ji Ping'an put the book into his arms, looked directly at Xue Ji on the second floor of the pavilion, and asked calmly.
Wow - Immediately, noise broke out from the quiet crowd.
Cai Xishi lost...and in this way, defeated cleanly and cleanly, which was undoubtedly difficult for the Four Saints of Lanzhou to accept.
They had imagined the possibility of Ji Ping'an winning after a back-and-forth battle between the two sides, but their best guess was that they would win by surprise after a hard-fought battle.
But the truth is, what did they see?
Ever since he came to power, this "heir of the calligraphy family" has always been in a defensive posture, using soldiers to cover up water and earth, which also makes people mistakenly think that he is good at defense and not offense.
This indirectly led to the artist's misjudgment, but he didn't expect that after expending all his strength to open the "Golden Room", it was like a sharp sword taking off its scabbard, its sharp edge killing the enemy with one blow.
"What kind of magic is that? Why did it fail all at once?" The ignorant young master couldn't accept it and asked in a voice.
The old corpse witch with thinning hair and holding a skull staff sighed:
"There is Yan Ruyu in the book... These are the two signature spells of calligraphers, which are also known as the Golden House. The so-called 'Yan Ruyu' is not necessarily a woman, but refers to a person. That is, calligrapher monks can use words to Describing and constructing ancient strong men to defeat enemies is similar to the painter Mo Lin.
After I saw the Golden Room, I had guessed... Now it seems that this scholar was born with bad intentions, and his original cultivation level may not be able to suppress the Cai Opera Master, or even slightly lower, but the book in his hand is a treasure of the calligrapher. "
These words answered everyone’s doubts and also pointed out:
Ji Ping'an won not by himself, but more by relying on the magic weapon of books passed down from his ancestors.
"I've just said that these monks whose ancestors were rich are not to be trifled with. Who knows what powerful family heirlooms there are?" Someone said in a resentful tone.
I am envious, jealous, and hateful, but I can't help it. Magical weapons are also one of his strengths. Cai Xiu also has magical weapons, but he can't match his opponent's background.
"Is this the saint who studies? Mother, if I had known this day before... I would have left a few powerful magic weapons in advance." The dwarf was thinking about Xue Ji. Now that the dust has settled, he feels sour. The ground screamed and cursed.
I almost blurted out the word "rebirth", but luckily I swallowed it.
The blind old Taoist and others in the audience didn't have much opinion.
After watching a fight, everyone knew that even if they tried their best, they would not be able to compete. Thinking that Ji Ping'an would become the husband-in-law of the Holy Cult and would be promoted to a high-level position, he immediately smiled and congratulated, he was a real group.
"Why is he like this? He's addicted to acting." Only Yu Yu looked unhappy, pretending to be a maid, but couldn't vent.
The old woman on the stage was equally unhappy because she couldn't wait for the perfect candidate, but now that it was over, she had no choice but to accept it.
He turned to look at Xue Ji, who was sitting beside him, unable to move, and said with a smile:
Holy girl, look, my uncle is greeting you. "
Xue Ji's face was expressionless and her vision was almost empty. She didn't look at Ji Ping'an and couldn't hear the old woman's chatter clearly.
But his mind went blank, and the last bit of luxurious expectation in his eyes dimmed. He realized that he was finally about to face his inevitable fate, and his heart gradually sank to the bottom.
In full view of everyone, she closed her eyes, as if she was shy. However, only the old woman who was closest could see that two huge teardrops fell from Xue Ji's eyes, and they streaked across her cheeks, which was very clear.
"Hahaha, you are indeed worthy of being a calligrapher." The owner of Qianjiao Island stood up and laughed loudly. This was the result he wanted to see. He immediately praised Ji Ping'an, and then announced the outcome in public, and said:
"It's better to choose a day than to hit it. Tonight is the wedding day. However, the conditions on the island are simple, and there will be a sacrifice tomorrow. Keep everything simple, and take the saint back to freshen up. A wedding banquet will be held later, and the whole island will celebrate. .”
The so-called selection of a husband is, after all, a form of punishment. There will be no grand preparations, and there will be no court visit.
The wedding banquet is more of a formality, and it is more appropriate to understand it as a celebration banquet for the winner.
The disciples of the Daze Sect were the first to applaud, and although the other believers felt sour in their hearts, they also responded one after another.
For a time, there were crowds of people around the arena, and the atmosphere became warm and relaxed.
Ji Ping'an watched Xue Ji stand up and leave stiffly step by step. He pursed his lips, cupped hands with the island owner and others, excused himself from exhaustion, and left to rest.
…
Inside the Bamboo House.
When the group of five people returned to their residence and closed the door, Fang Shijie was the first to say "hehe" with a smile:
"I didn't expect that I would be able to drink your boy's wedding wine after being reborn."
Others only thought that Adou Shenjiang was sighing casually, and only Ji Pingan could understand the true meaning of this sentence.
After all, everyone in Jiuzhou knew that Grand Master Zhou had never married a wife in his life.
Yu Yu folded his arms, his delicate little face looked a little irritated, and said angrily:
"Let's get down to business, what are your plans next?"
Ji Ping'an sat down at the table, motioned for everyone to sit down, and his expression became serious:
"Yu Yu is right. Don't be joking. Tomorrow is the sacrificial ceremony. It is impossible for me to really go to receive the initiation. The secret will be exposed by then. In other words, we will take action tomorrow at the latest."
Brush——After hearing these words, Huang He and Mu Yaoyao puffed up their chests, looking anxious and excited:
"Is something finally going to happen?"
Along the way, they had no chance to perform, and they were itching.
Ji Ping'an smiled and said:
"My current plan is to use the opportunity of the bridal chamber tonight to contact Xue Ji and try to persuade her to surrender as a disciple of the Imperial Master. At the same time, you and our helpers outside will enter a state of combat readiness.
When I get more detailed information from Xue Ji, I will look for an opportunity and give the order to take action before the sacrifice begins at the latest. At that time, I will deal with the leader of the Daze Sect, and you will be responsible for hunting down the other believers on the island..."
Yu Yu frowned and said:
"The leader of the Daze Sect is sitting in a well, can you do it? How about I do it?"
She patted her small purse, looking confident.
Ji Ping'an smiled:
"I know you have a self-defense card, but you can't move unless necessary. Letting you act together with others is also to increase insurance. There are too many enemies on the island. It is the first time for Huang He and Yaoyao to face such a scene. If something happens If there is an accident, you have your back. As for the island owner, I have my own way to deal with it."
Then, the five people discussed the details, and then each went back to the house to recharge their batteries.
The God Emperor was the last to leave and said:
"Why are you worried about doing something before the sacrifice?"
Ji Ping'an looked at his old friend and nodded:
"I'm worried that after the sacrifice is started, a high-level power may come. Otherwise, how can I initiate? Unfortunately, the island's senior officials may be reborn or have higher cultivation levels, so my astrology will not be able to work. There is no way to see clearly in advance. What a future.”
The God Emperor stared at him with a solemn expression:
"Are you sure? If something happens..."
Ji Ping'an smiled and said, "What do you think?"
Lao Yinbi... The God-Emperor cursed and exited the live broadcast room, but he was silently relieved. As an old friend, he was most familiar with the National Master's smile.
This means that it has already laid out layers of insurance. After hundreds of years, the Imperial Master still makes me feel at ease...
After watching him leave, Ji Pingan took out the Taoist scriptures, clicked on a few people's names, and started writing.
It was getting late and he had to start setting up.
…
Blackwater.
On the lake still far away from the core of the island, a fishing boat was moored quietly.
The cabin curtain suddenly opened, and Qin Leyou, who was handsome and handsome, stepped out wearing the robe of a disciple of Yunhuai Academy, with his chest slightly open.
Behind him, a famous academy disciple and Taoist monks could be seen in the cabin, arranged on the left and right sides of the cabin, sitting cross-legged and meditating.
"Holy Son, what is there to see outside? It's going to rain again."
Qin Leyou smiled and greeted the figure on the deck who was facing away from him and wearing a Tai Chi Bagua Taoist robe.
The Holy Son stood with his hands behind his back, his back tall and tall, and his head raised to face the autumn wind and drizzle on the lake. His voice was low and melancholy:
"The sky is blue waiting for misty rain, and I am waiting for you."
Qin Leyou:?
Why are you still singing?
The Holy Son smiled and said:
"This ditty that the Great Master of the Zhou Dynasty sang in the past, although the melody is strange, is quite in line with the state of mind of this Holy Son at this moment."
Qin Leyou probed: "What are you waiting for me to do?"
The Holy Son said displeasedly:
"Junior Brother Qin, don't be sentimental. This Holy Son is referring to that Ji Ping'an. This Son invited many of us and many others here, claiming to be planning a great achievement, but there is no news. Isn't this just teasing us?"
A few days ago, the Holy Son who was shocked at the Yulin Temple, and the academy team who entered the western border of Lanzhou, received an invitation from Ji Ping'an at the same time, claiming that they would conspire to do something big.
There was no reason for the two parties to refuse. As a result, when they came to Heishui Ze, they met up, but Ji Ping'an was missing. They were also asked to wait quietly outside and be patient, so as not to ruin the plan.
Now, there are dozens of people in both teams. They are just waiting here, and they are really upset.
"What the Holy Son said makes sense, we can't keep waiting like this." In the cabin, Han Qingsong, who looked like a boy and a girl, with red lips and white teeth, walked out holding his sword and affirmed. He looked at the island in the distance:
"Obviously, this big event is happening on Qianjiao Island."
Qin Leyou said:
"But this island is the territory of the Osawa Sect, and we can't rush to the island. Why don't we first..."
Just as they were talking, the three of them were shocked at the same time. They looked at each other, and they all took out the Taoist Scriptures and read them carefully, their expressions getting brighter and brighter.
…
Dozens of miles away from Blackwater, another returning fishing boat was sailing on the river.
This was clearly the boat belonging to the Zhao family. They escaped from Blackwater that day and after being pointed out to find the crab farm, the boatmen excitedly lowered the cage and loaded half of the boat.
After that, Old Man Zhao raised his hand to stop everyone from continuing:
"It is a great blessing to have escaped and received guidance from an immortal master this time. We must not be too greedy, otherwise we may suffer disaster."
Translated, this sentence means:
Don't get too caught up in it, it's almost done. You have to spend your life to earn money. If you delay any longer and let the "Dragon King" chase you, your life will be at stake!
The boatmen took this seriously and escaped from the Blackwater swamp. However, they did not leave in a hurry. Instead, they anchored at the county dock dozens of miles away.
After confirming that the distance was safe, he started to buy big herrings from Heishui Lake and filled the other half of the boat. However, the immortal master was still not coming back, so he regretfully returned to Yuhang.
"Dad, we really can't wait for the immortal master? What if someone comes back from a visit and is still willing to take our boat?" Zhao Daniu said with some reluctance.
Old man Zhao clicked his pipe, glared at him, and cursed:
"Do you really think there are so many immortal masters? It's good to meet them once, do you want to meet them again?"
Zhao Daniu sighed aggrievedly, raised his head and looked at the sky, and was suddenly stunned for a moment.
Just now, he vaguely seemed to see a golden figure sitting cross-legged in the gray clouds in the sky, like a fairy, but after rubbing his eyes, he couldn't see it again.
…
On Qianjiao Island, there are lanterns and colorful decorations.
With the end of the seat battle, the saintly daughter-in-law made a decision and started a series of projects that had been prepared for a long time.
Red wedding ribbons were hung on buildings one after another. In a specially reserved courtyard on the island, Xue Ji was controlled to sit motionless in the room.
After taking a bath, facing a full-length mirror, surrounded by a group of island maids, she put on bright red clothes, painted her eyebrows, painted her temples with rouge, and put on powder, and her lips were also printed with red.
The old woman in gray clothes stood nearby, giving orders and ordering the maids to get busy, holding the doll in her hand.
"Mother-in-law, the painting is finished." A maid said.
The old woman walked closer and looked at Xue Ji in front of her, and couldn't help but feel a tremor in her heart.
She had good looks to begin with, but now after some sketching and using gouache to make up for Xue Ji's too-pale complexion, she looked much more radiant.
There was no expression at all, and it looked a little lifeless, like a large figure.
The old woman smiled and said:
"My uncle is really lucky, and so is the saint. Although the opera artist is more brave, he is still a little older, so it is better to be like this now.
The saint thought about it carefully and decided to consummate the marriage at night. It was better to accept her fate than to be unhappy in the end. When my uncle received the reward from the leader, wouldn't the saint follow suit? Sometimes, people have to learn to accept their fate. "
After saying that, she turned around with a smile, left the room, and closed the door, leaving Xue Ji alone looking at herself in the mirror.
…
Finally, the time came at night, darkness shrouded, but a bright red light lit up in the building complex.
The wedding banquet was held, and all the middle and high-level officials of the Four Holy Sects with the island owner as the core arrived.
When Ji Ping'an put on his groom's clothes and walked into the banquet hall, the believers who were still strangers to him a few days ago greeted him warmly and congratulated him endlessly.
The yellow scarf warriors stood up and raised their glasses together:
"Congratulations, our brothers are rough men, all in the wine."
After that, drink it all in one gulp.
The nuns in Taohua Temple were focused on cooking. When they saw him coming, they smiled:
"I hope you will take good care of me in the future."
Poison Dragon layman was wounded all over and was sitting in a corner drinking alone. Hearing this, he sneered and said:
"It's like I'm marrying you."
As for the entertainer, he was recuperating after being injured. The island owner went to invite him in person, but he didn't come.
"Haha, the groom is here." The blind Taoist held the soul lamp and said with a smile:
"When I first saw you outside the island that day, I knew it was not simple. How do you think? I, the Lanzhou Jianghu monk, are you enthusiastic?"
Ji Ping'an smiled slightly and said, "When a person becomes strong, he will be surrounded by good people."
The blind Taoist was stunned for a moment and laughed without saying a word.
Ji Pingan perfectly performed his character, fully demonstrating how a proud scholar should behave on this occasion.
The time was getting late. The owner of Qianjiao Island looked at the sky and said with a smile:
"It's getting late. Come on, take the groom to consummate the marriage. Let's talk tomorrow if we have anything to do."
False laughter erupted from the surroundings. Ji Ping'an smiled and stood up to say goodbye. Under the guidance of the old woman, he gradually moved away from this lively pavilion.
Along the way, you can see disciples or maids of the Daze sect standing guard, bowing and saying: "Uncle."
Until the two of them came to a courtyard decorated with lights and colorful lights, the lively noise in the distance could hardly be heard. The old woman in gray opened the door, invited him in, and said with a smile:
"Uncle, the saint is waiting inside."
Ji Ping'an nodded: "I understand."
However, the old woman did not move, but said somewhat complicatedly:
"There's just one thing I need to say first. Our saintly woman is very stubborn, so I'm afraid she may not be willing to cooperate."
Ji Ping'an smiled unintelligibly and said, "I know."
The old woman was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:
"That's very good. It's good if my uncle understands. Now, I'll give this thing to my uncle, but the camera will do the trick."
She handed over the doll and briefly described how to use it.
In the darkness, the old woman didn't notice the complexity in Ji Ping'an's eyes. It wasn't until she took the doll, squeezed it, and said:
"Okay, I understand, please step back."
The old woman nodded, bowed, exited, and closed the door.
However, he did not go far, but stood at the gate, ears pricked up, and listened carefully.
As the person arranged by the leader to be by Xue Ji's side, she had to be sure of something before she could rest assured.
…
In the courtyard.
Ji Ping'an turned around and glanced at the closed courtyard door. The smile on his face faded, but he didn't say anything.
Instead, he took steps, one step at a time, with complicated emotions, and walked to the door.
The room was brightly lit. He raised his hand and pressed it on the door leaf, paused for two seconds, and finally pushed hard.
With a "squeak" sound, the door opened, and the light poured out along the floor.
In the room, the furnishings are simple and arranged like a wedding room.
There was a lamp burning on the table, and on the bed, a figure wearing a wedding dress and covering her head was motionless, like a puppet.
Vaguely, Xue Ji's body seemed to tremble, but she didn't seem to.
Ji Ping stood quietly at the door, paused, then turned around and closed the door. Feeling the vague aura of the old woman in gray clothes and others outside the yard, he squinted his eyes and gave up using magic to block it. Room sound ideas.
After thinking for a moment, he turned back, looked at the figure on the bed, and said with a smile:
"Your Highness the Saint, why don't you say a word?"
Xue Ji remained silent and did not respond.
Ji Ping'an held the puppet in one hand and walked slowly. He slowly picked up a Ruyi with the other hand and approached step by step with a smile:
"Do you not want to say it, or...can't say it?"
brush--
While saying the next sentence, he stuffed Yu Ruyi's head under the hijab and lifted it gently!
The bright light was released instantly and fell on Xue Ji's unsuspecting eyes. She closed her eyes subconsciously, showing slight discomfort on her face.
But it is becoming more and more bright and moving.
After putting on a red wedding dress, Xue Ji was finally no longer the same black gauze skirt that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. It not only covered up her graceful figure, but also diluted some of the "enchanting" atmosphere.
The collar is tightly wrapped around the snow-white neck, and the gaze moves upward, forming a curve at the lower jaw.
Then there was a beautiful face as white as snow, with three-dimensional features and a hint of exotic style.
On the tall nose, red lips, and moist eyes, there are two extremely detailed eyebrows.
The green hair is coiled around the forehead, and the long black hair is tied up behind the head, dotted with gold hairpins and pearls, adding a bit of gorgeousness.
Ji Ping'an examined the woman close at hand and could clearly see her trembling eyelashes.
He smiled, lifted up Yu Ruyi, put the cold end against Xue Ji's chin, and then gently lifted her head.
Sit in a dignified posture, raise your face, and look up at him.
Ji Ping'an smiled and deliberately raised his voice:
"You look good, I like it."
At the same time, he pinched the hand of the puppet and flicked it on the head, and the light flickered.
In an instant, Xue Ji, who was stiff all over, felt that her tense face became controllable, and even her head could move.
She felt happy and wanted to get up, but found in despair that she was still unable to move below her neck.
Don’t you hear the rule that you can’t write below the neck?
...Ji Pingan vomited in his heart and smiled to see the other party's reaction.
Xue Ji's face froze with joy, and instinctive resistance and disgust flashed in her eyes, but this expression only lasted for a second before being suppressed.
Then, she quickly glanced at the puppet in Ji Pingan's hand, raised a slightly flattering smile on her lips, and said softly:
"Master, please untie me so that I can help you undress and untie me."
Ji Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then laughed:
"The old woman who led the way told me before that the saint was unwilling, so how could she be so cooperative?"
Xue Ji sighed softly and said:
"I am not very lucky. I saw those colorful performers on the ring earlier, the poisonous dragons... ugly and old, so naturally I didn't want to do it. But since I am such a handsome and handsome man like the young master, I am willing to do it ten thousand times. Yes, it’s just that the mother-in-law wrongly blamed me, that’s why..."
She complimented her for a while, both inside and outside her words, expressing that she had been misunderstood and that she was just resisting those ugly people, not Ji Ping'an.
After a pause, she expressed her flattery:
"It's already dark, and we have to perform sacrifices tomorrow. It's better to delay the official business. It's better to ask the young master to untie the slave family..."
Ji Ping'an looked at her with a smile, shook his head and said:
"No, no, no, as far as I'm concerned, you are the one who matters."
Xue Ji looked a little impatient: "Since it's business, then..."
Ji Pingan interrupted her again, Shi Shiran pulled a stool and sat down, saying calmly:
"This bridal chamber naturally requires the cooperation of two people to make it appropriate. Playing with a puppet is really boring, so the solution still needs to be solved..."
Xue Ji's eyes were full of hope.
"But..." He changed the topic, put Yu Ruyi on the table, looked at the witch in front of him, and said with deep meaning:
"But, how can I guarantee that what you say is true?"
Xue Ji said with some urgency:
"I am really..."
Ji Ping'an shook his head, interrupted her, stared at her with his eyes, and said in a magical voice:
"Do you believe it? I have a magic that can tell the truth of people's words. Your body is resisting me."
Xue Ji: "I didn't..."
Ji Pingan continued:
"I believe you are not capable of escaping. After all, the entire island is under the control of the Holy Cult. I also believe that you will not bite your tongue and commit suicide, because you will definitely not be able to do it. Otherwise, if you want to die, you will have too many opportunities before.
So what can you do? Let me think about it, if you are in this situation and are unwilling to do so, you will probably trick me into untying yourself first, and then pretend to cater to me, waiting for me to relax my vigilance and find an opportunity to give me a fatal blow..."
Xue Ji opened her mouth.
Ji Ping'an threw out the next sentence:
"However, with your cultivation level, even if you attack me secretly, you may not be able to kill me. So the real purpose is to use this step to lure me to kill you, because this can not only end your life, but also circumvent the restriction of not being able to commit suicide. You Do you think my guesses are correct?"
Xue Ji turned pale instantly!
…
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