Chapter 128: Bullying the Small with Bigness [Subscribe]

Author: 100,000 Vegetables

Chapter 128: Bullying the Small with Bigness [Subscribe]

"Please come over?"

Ji Ping'an looked at the other party curiously, then turned his head and looked at the imperial awning in the distance. He saw a big man looking at this side. Monk Xueting waved even more with a smile.

These people... Ji Ping'an was quite surprised. After thinking about it, he stood up and said:

"good."

Then, under the guidance of the latter, he walked towards the most noble seat in the field.

Only a group of star officials were left dumbfounded, and the female Sili even cursed and sweared to express her surprise.

This scene was also seen by the rest of the stands.

"Hey, why did that Ji Ping'an walk over?"

"It seems that Master Xueting from Buddhism called him over."

"Yes, I saw it too... But did Master Xueting know him? Otherwise, even if he knew him, he wouldn't be like this."

As everyone saw Ji Ping'an nodded and greeted Xue Ting, this guess was immediately confirmed:

The two knew each other indeed.

Now, even Huang He and others were confused:

The young master clearly did not leave his home, and even the rest of the branches of the Imperial Heaven Supervision were too lazy to go. Why did he feel that his connections were so wide?

Saint, Mr. Gao, Master Xin, Master Zhang, Master Qi... Now there is a Buddhist master.

I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out.

...

On the other hand, Ji Ping'an walked under the pergola and nodded gently to everyone present, and found that except for a few old Taoist priests who were relatively unfamiliar, the rest were already familiar with each other.

In fact, this is also the reason why the rest of the people did not object after Xue Ting's proposal.

If you really are a younger generation who is not familiar with them, even if you are amazing, they are too lazy to accept this circle, but Ji Ping'an is different.

Just now, when Xueting said she wanted to invite Ji Ping'an over, except Master Zhang, the rest were also stunned and were quite surprised by the two of them's acquaintance.

Xueting was also surprised that Ji Ping'an seemed to be familiar with everyone else.

It's like a group of big guys sitting together by chance and chatting about a person, but they find out that everyone knows this person...

The circle of friends overlaps and belongs to Yes.

"Master, we're meeting again."

Ji Ping'an made a gesture that suits his personality:

"I wonder if I have any advice for you to come over?"

The old monk with gray eyebrows smiled and said:

"If you give me some advice, I would like to thank Si Chen for the Buddhist verse he gave last time. I always think about it these days and have gained a lot."

When did you give this monk and Buddha verse? Xu Xiurong bit her plump lips with a grim look.

I feel like I am a prison guard and failed very much.

The connections are not yet below.

The Buddhist verse that Master Xueting praised? He also studied Buddhism?... Gao Mingjing was stunned and silent.

A great painter who claims to be proficient in miscellaneous studies feels like he is crushed by this young man everywhere.

Luan Yu, who had a cold expression, narrowed her eyes and thought to herself that this young man was indeed extraordinary, and it was no wonder that he could sit with the Lord.

The other people also had surprise flashed in their eyes, and it was the first time they knew about this.

Ji Ping'an smiled and said, "You are polite, Master."

During the greetings, I sat down naturally.

Xueting briefly talked about the gambling battle and then said:

"I heard that Si Chen used the tactics yesterday and witnessed it with his own eyes today. As expected, Si Chen has a deep understanding of the practice of warfare."

Ji Ping'an unexpectedly glanced at the monk, not sure whether to praise him or take it seriously, and was sure that he was good at this.

Quiz:

"I also know the rules of gambling. The master invited me to come over. Could it be that I would also bring me to bet? I can't get the bet."

Chen Daoling, who was in a strong spirit, suddenly smiled and said:

"Si Chen means that he just lacks bets, not that he doesn't know how to fight?"

The old man with a bull's nose is quite good at judging words... Ji Ping'an glanced at him.

The others' eyes lit up and found it quite interesting. Gao Mingjing suddenly said:

"Si Chen is good at painting. If he loses, how about sending me to a painting with him?"

Luan Yu's mouth raised: "Yes."

For them, betting is both a battle between each other and a game, and this will be reconciled one by one.

Chen Daoling took out a few talismans from his sleeve and patted them on the table, smiling:

"I have no money, so I bet on a few newly drawn talismans."

Gao Mingjing took out a pen, Luan Yu threw out a rare seven-leaf clover, Master Zhang took out a roll of paper recording sword energy, and Li Guofeng took out a pearl...

In the blink of an eye, the table in front of everyone was filled with all kinds of strange things. Each one was worth a lot of money, but it was nothing to the monks in the well.

Only Ji Ping'an wrote a blank check.

Since everyone does not want to bully the small by virtue of the big one] - it is shameful.

But it also shows that I don’t feel that I will lose to a little Sichen - self-confidence.

Only the five prison marquises from the Imperial Heavenly Prison had strange eyes, but they didn't say anything tacitly.

Ji Ping'an blinked, looking innocent:

"How do you do the gambling battle in detail?"

The monk Xueting raised his hand and called the clerk next to him to hand over paper and pen, saying:

"I can specify a few games later, write my predictions on paper in advance, wait for the competition to end, and then open and watch. Who has the most accurate predictions? The more the process is matched, the better the winner will be

.”

Well... it's a bit like "proposal in the palm of your hands" in the Three Kingdoms... Ji Ping'an agreed happily.

At this time, the golden armored guards below began to draw lots, and the entire Grand View Platform became quiet. After a while, the lottery results came out and they began to read aloud.

Ji Ping'an noticed that these great monks pretended not to care at all, but whenever they thought of their disciples, their faces would change slightly.

This made him feel quite interesting until it came from below:

"Luo Huaizhu, showdown the saint of the National Church!"

The five marquises and a group of veteran Taoists all changed their expressions.

"Wow—"

There were also discussions in the stands. In this round of competition, the two top ten on the list actually met, and they were all female monks.

The topics are full of topics, Molin, Huaiyuan, and Beast Control Sect are difficult to curb.

"Senior Sister Luo..." Mu Yaoyao was shocked and all the snack bags in her hand fell off.

I couldn't help but look at Luo Huaizhu with worry, but saw the girl's expression calm, as always.

Without any hesitation, he had already carried the Fang Tian Huaji and jumped out of the stands and fell to the earth.

"Why...why..."

The Taoist Holy Son was struck by lightning. This time he finally failed to match his fellow disciple, but instead ran into a scholar in Huaiyuan.

I was so excited that I thought I could always avenge my previous shame and make a big splash this time.

Especially when it happened to be beaten up by Huaiyuan, wouldn’t it be that the best opportunity to beat Ji Ping'an yesterday?

As a result, the junior sister beside her was stabbed back... The two women fought, and immediately overshadowed the rest of the showdown.

It is conceivable that no matter how hard the Holy Son tried, few people would pay attention to him...

After all, in the eyes of the people, although the Holy Son is shameless in playing fake matches, his strength is definitely very high. He is sure to win a scholar who is ranked low on the list and has no fame.

What else can I find out about?

Yu Yu ignored his brain-sick senior brother, and his small face as delicate as white porcelain, looked solemn.

The red and white Taoist robe was windless, and a sword rope on the wrist was like a red snake, slowly squirming, taking a step, and also floating downwards.
To be continued...