Chapter 143 Ji Ping'an: Sorry, you are late (please subscribe)

Author: 100,000 Vegetables

Chapter 143 Ji Ping'an: Sorry, you are late (please subscribe)

In the bamboo building full of books, clear white light shone down from the dome and hit Ji Ping'an's face.

He raised his head slightly.

In this strange place, facing the woman's voice coming from somewhere, there was no surprise expression.

It seems that when he stepped into this building, he had already seen through everything.

"... Should you call you the Dao Realm Artifact Spirit or Jiang Jiang?"

Before Ji Ping'an said this, the woman's voice echoed in the building. When he spoke, the other party seemed to have suffered a great shock and was speechless for a moment.

The bamboo building became quiet.

After a while, in front of Ji Ping'an's sight, the space was distorted, and a strangely dressed figure seemed to be a painting, which was bit by bit graffitied.

This is a young woman wearing a mysterious black robe between a strangely cut and a Confucian robe.

Wearing a spire-topped hat that is rare in this era, the face is beautiful and pale, as if I have not seen the sun for a long time.

Her long black hair is smooth and drooping to the waist, her facial features are three-dimensional, her expression is a bit dull, and she has a sculptural beauty.

It is a type that walks on the street and has a very high turnover rate.

Like...a witch.

Well, it does not exist in this fairy-tale world, but only in someone's evil fantasy.

The outline of the smile on the corner of Ji Ping'an's mouth spread, giving birth to a kind of joy from the bottom of his heart.

I have lived for a thousand years and have been used to separation from life and death, but whenever I see some familiar faces that have been around for a long river of time and still remain today, it is still difficult to curb joy.

Jiang Jiang frowned with delicate eyebrows that showed him, and his slightly dull face, and his eyes were suspicious:

"I haven't seen you."

When she spoke, there was a brief pause between each word, like a rusty machine that started slowly.

I haven't communicated with people for too long, so it's a bit laborious.

"But..." Jiang Jiang hesitated and said, "I think there is a familiar smell on you."

familiar……

Ji Ping'an's eyes were filled with sincere and even a slightly loving smile.

If you make a metaphor, it is like walking away from another country for many years. When you return to your hometown, your appearance has changed drastically, and the people in your hometown can no longer recognize you.

But the cat you raised, who was basking in the sun under the wall, smelled the familiar smell and rubbed against your trousers.

Jiang Jiang shook her head and said:

"But I have never seen you, I can't remember it wrong."

Speaking of this, she asked her initial doubt:

"But, how do you know my name?"

Ji Ping'an smiled and told a story in a soothing tone:

"The Taoist scripture is an ancient treasure. In the past, I didn't know where to obtain it or create it for the Taoist master. It is said that this scripture records the true meaning of the great Tao, and it is also the inheritance of the Taoist technique of Jiuzhou and even the Taoist technique derived from the Taoist technique.

source.

"A thousand years ago, it was in the hands of the Dao Alliance and was hosted by several leaders. Later, the current Taoist sect, the first leader of the National Church, Wei Huayang, obtained it from the Dao Alliance as the inheritance of the Taoist sect..."

"It was also from that time that Wei Huayang vaguely realized that there was a trace of 'spiritual aggregate' in the Taoist scriptures, but it was not enough to produce the spirit of the weapon, so it was warmed up from generation to generation. After reaching the hands of the heads of the Taoist sect, the spiritual charm became stronger and stronger.

Finally, a hazy consciousness gradually began to emerge, and at that time, the Grand Master of the Great Zhou also comprehended it together.

"Although he was unable to enter this sutra because of his strong strength, he also warmed up the newborn spirit through the pages of the book for a long time. The previous sect was a useless name... He was not good at this, so he asked the national teacher to name it.

"So, the national teacher gave the name 'Jiang Jiang' and personally outlined a rough look for the spirit of the artifact that had not yet been transformed."

The spirit of the weapon floating in the air had a dull expression. He looked at the star official robe on his body and suddenly realized:

"So, you learned my existence from the Imperial Heavenly Prison."

Ji Ping'an said without explanation:

"So, when I entered the town, I was secretly watching you. It was you who did not allow me to gain the fate of immortality."

His tone was quite firm.

At the beginning of entering the Dao Realm, Ji Ping'an was not sure that the spirit of the weapon existed on this page.

Especially after many years, the spirit of the instrument in his memory is still untransformed, and he is not sure what he looks like now.

But after contacting the "hunter", he began to speculate that the hunter was so "real".

It shows that there is a will behind it.

Then, after seeing the townspeople living like real people, he was basically sure.

Without the "artifact spirit", it is almost impossible to transform into so many vivid real people at the same time.

Jiang Jiang said without any shame:

"You have obtained a core position, of course there is no reason to give you a fairy fate."

Ji Ping'an shook her head and pointed out that she was lying:

"Xin Yaoguang will not set such rules, and after reading thousands of books, this kind of test is too difficult."

Jiang Jiang was confident: "This is the Taoist realm, and I have the final say. Xin Yaoguang could not interfere with me or stop me, and she could not see this place."

As a weapon spirit, Jiang Jiang has a higher seniority than Xin Yaoguang, so she is not afraid of her.

Ji Ping'an glanced at her and suddenly said:

"You have done such a test, you won't be deliberately delaying time and wanting to find someone to chat with you for a long time."

Jiang Jiang had no expression on her three-dimensional and dull facial features, but her fists that were hanging on her cuffs clenched.

Ji Ping'an looked around the surrounding bookstore and said:

"Xin Yaoguang stayed in the courtyard of silence all day and copied the Taoist scriptures. I guess he wouldn't communicate with you for too long, and the Taoist scriptures were empty, so she threw these books to you to read, relieve boredom, and pass the time?

"So, when you transform into a town, you will replicate the historical figures recorded in calligraphy and paintings, because you have never seen other real people?"

Jiang Jiang didn't say anything, her face was as holy and silent as a sculpture goddess, but her breathing was a little rapid.

Ji Ping'an sighed softly and gave a fatal blow:

"It was okay when I was ignorant before, but after having the wisdom, I would be lonely even if I sit in this world."

Jiang Jiang lowered her head and took a deep breath, her voice illusory and indifferent:

"I am an examiner and can't finish ten thousand books, so don't think about going out, Xin Yaoguang can't save you."

Ji Ping'an shook his head and said:

"I can find an opportunity to see you again, but I still have important things and I don't have time to waste it."

After a pause, he said:

"You can start to test me."

Jiang Jiang seemed to be stunned, looked at him in confusion, and called him a book:

"The New Book Volume 6, Paragraph 2."

Ji Ping'an recited casually:

"Rite is to consolidate the country, to stabilize the country, and to ensure that the king will not lose his people. The master is the ruler, the minister is the right thing in etiquette; the power and virtue are in the king, which is the distinction between etiquette; the superiority and inferiority, strength and weakness are in position, etiquette is ritual; the superiority and inferiority are large, the strength and weakness are in position, etiquette is

The number is…”

"Volume 3 of "General Ethics of Literature and History", first paragraph."

"Talent, learning, and knowledge are not easy to get one, but it is even more difficult to get the three. There are many literati and few good historians throughout the ages, so the job is..."

"The main art of "Huainan"?"

"The master's art is to deal with things that are inaction and do not speak. It is quiet but not moving, it is time but not shaken, and it is followed by responsibility and is responsible without effort. Therefore, the master knows the rules in his heart and guides the master, and his mouth can

Those who speak and speak are the ones who can speak and act and behave and lead the way..."

Inside the bamboo building.

Jiang Jiang floated in the air, her black robe swaying, and she poked out her two pale arms, and kept summoning book volumes from the bookshelf around her.

Open a page randomly and ask to recite it.

And Ji Ping'an always said the original text casually, without any word...

Just like what he said when he returned to the Imperial Heaven Prison that day and asked Huang He to buy some books for himself to relieve his boredom.

After living for too long, in this world of lack of entertainment, he had already read the books he had already read again and again.
To be continued...