Chapter 183 Ji Ping'an: Qi Nian, when will you wait? (Six thousand words please subscribe to monthly tickets)

Author: 100,000 Vegetables

Chapter 183 Ji Ping'an: Qi Nian, when will you wait? (Six thousand words please subscribe to monthly tickets)

Boom...

In Yuhang City, in a certain inn, it was pitch black.

Wei Huayang sat cross-legged on the floor, his hat leaning against the edge of the bed, and a slender sword was placed horizontally on his knees.

The wind poured into the crack in the window, and the girl's short hair swayed. However, this young face did not have the youthfulness that should be at this age, but instead she exuded a sharp temperament that had been washed by time.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Wei Huayang, who was practicing breathing, suddenly opened his eyelids, his eyes flashed through his sharpness, and his ears moved slightly, as if he heard the thunder in the dry land.

Her figure suddenly faded away, the window was knocked open, and the girl stood on the roof of the inn, looking at the Wu Temple in the north of the city in the night wind, mysterious formation patterns appeared in her eyes and frowned.

"What sound?"

"It seems like it's thunder..."

Many people in the inn were alarmed, and they opened the window and looked out, then looked suspicious.

Someone stretched his hand out the window to confirm that there were no raindrops.

But amid the noise, Wei Huayang on the roof disappeared.

...

Mud bottle alley.

In the room, Fang Shijie, who was short and fat, only seven or eight years old, was lying on the bed, with two fat hands on the back of his head, and was worried about his next plan.

The whimpering sound of the wind blows the window paper, causing his eyelids to fight - this is the case for the child's body. He is full of energy during the day and becomes sleepy at night, making it difficult to control.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a thunderclap exploded in Fang Shijie's ears. He was shocked and a phantom of star fragments appeared in his small body.

National destiny!

Fang Shijie sat upright with a trembling heart, turned his head and stared at the dark window, and his little face dissipated with fatigue, and he felt solemn.

For no reason, at this moment, he clearly realized the movement of the city and the country.

Fang Shijie got up, put on his clothes and pushed open the door, raised his little face, and looked towards the north of the city:

"Wu Temple? What's going on? Who is shocking the country's fate?"

He was both shocked and angry: This is my national destiny!

He stepped open his short legs and ran wildly towards the door. As soon as he pushed open the door, he threw a gust of wind and threw a snarl. With a slap, he fell and chewed the mud.

Fang Shijie lay helplessly on the ground, holding the ground with one hand and grabbing the air with five fingers with the other, looking desperate:

"You can't move, you'll die, and many die!"

...

In Pei's villa, beside the Chao Pavilion, the strong wind blew a pool of water.

With a low roar, the water surface boiled. Pei Wuju, who was disheveled, broke through the water surface, and an inexplicable crisis arose in his heart.

That is the "intuition" of the martial artist's path.

"It's not a danger to me and Pei, but why can it still make me wary?"

Pei Wuju looked puzzled and couldn't figure out what happened.

...

Yin-Yang Academy.

On the majestic star-observation platform, the wooden tall buildings creaked, and the lanterns hanging under the eaves of each floor shaking violently.

Xie Wensheng carried a jar of wine and a bag of cooked meat. He walked step by step to the top of the observatory on a ladder that seemed to be about to be broken, and looked at the Imperial Heavenly Superintendent who was wearing a strange robe, white beard and white hair, and an old pedantic appearance.

The old supervisor closed his eyes cross-legged, sitting north and south, like a human-shaped wind, shielding the strong wind from the platform.

"Hey, you are an interesting star official. If you can't live in a house, you can also come to have a breather at night." Xie Wensheng said.

As a representative figure of the bad-selling school, Xie Wensheng felt that he was higher in seniority than supervisors, so he spoke much more casually.

Then he put down the wine and meat, took out two wine glasses from his arms, and said:

"Drink with me?"

The surveillance opened his eyes and said with a smile:

"If there is a good show to come on stage tonight, you must naturally stand high to see clearly."

"Good show?" Xie Wensheng wondered.

The supervisor said: "Do you know the Great Zhou Wu Temple?"

"I know, I'm blocking the hub of national destiny," Xie Wensheng looked disdainful:

"It's not a new thing. The Dagan Dynasty was already playing with this kind of thing back then, but it wasn't so good.

To be honest, luck is really mysterious. I still remember that the foolish monarch was in power and people from all over the country were living in poverty, so the national fortune fell, resulting in unstable mountains, rivers and land veins. A group of rebel troops began to compete for luck...

If the people in a place are miserable, the local luck will be lost. In contrast, if the luck in a place is forcibly used magic, various disasters will occur frequently in the local area, such as earthquakes, droughts, floods, and evil diseases...

Hey, Taoist priests who were good at moving the earth and changing their luck in the world back then helped various "rebels"... The reason why the Great Zhou National Church became the "national religion" is also due to this contribution."

Xie Wensheng talked endlessly, and looked like a scholar who was guiding the country.

The sergeant nodded and sighed:

"This is also the reason why the national teacher established martial temples in various places. It is not just to use more power, but more to lock up luck and prevent some people who are good at transporting luck again... The luck is taken away, and the local people will have to endure rounds of natural disasters and man-made disasters."

Xie Wensheng looked down on him and retorted:

"The words are beautiful. In fact, it is not because many people were crazy about stealing the country's destiny that accelerated the collapse of the dynasty, so the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty was worried that their foundation would be poached? It was just to maintain power, and it was said as if they took the Cangshan Mountain in the world as their responsibility."

The supervisor said:

"I finally know why your lineage is always hiding in the mountains."

Xie Wensheng curled his lips and said:

"So you said there will be a good show tonight? Let me think about it. No one who knows how to carry and steal the country's fortunes will be reborn, and then he will be ready to dig the corners of the Great Zhou Dynasty and improve his cultivation? Hahaha..."

He laughed a few times, saw the surveillance officer's expression calm, and gradually his smile stopped, and said suspiciously:

"It won't be true."

The supervisor did not answer, but just looked down at the dark Yuhang City.

At this time, a dull rumbling sound from the depths of the earth came late.

...

...

"Hongying, it's you."

In the Wu Temple, as Ji Ping'an opened his mouth, the process of extracting luck was interrupted, and the illusory white energy between the ancient carving knife and the cracked statue was broken.

The light golden light emitted from the crack of the statue of the god general also became unstable.

Several masked martial artists surrounding the Wu Temple were stunned and could not tell whether the person coming was an enemy or a friend for a while.

Judging from the tone, it seems like I know my own Dharma protector.

However, wearing a hat, black veil, and a shadow protector, a strong vigilance rose in his heart.

His right hand, wearing red gloves, clenched the knife tightly, his left hand hangs beside him, and his eyes looked at the strange young man in front of him in surprise:

"Who are you?!"

While speaking, he quickly alerted the surroundings, but did not see anyone else.

The night breeze blew across the street, lifting up a corner of Ji Ping'an's robe, and the lantern in his hand also swayed gently, and darkness seemed to surging around him.

Hearing this, he seemed to smile, but his eyes were gone without the gentleness and politeness of the past, and a majestic and indifferent temperament that was extremely disproportionate to his appearance was faintly revealed:

"You are not qualified to know my identity yet. It's almost the same to ask the master behind you to come."

Arrogant!

Hearing this sentence, the masked martial artist raised his eyebrows. The shadow protector narrowed his eyes and said:

"It seems that he is an old acquaintance."

He still didn't know Ji Ping'an's identity, but he had guessed that the other party might be the "rebirth" hidden in Yuhang City.

Is it because I noticed the movements of myself and others in advance that I came here?

As the thoughts turned, he said lightly:

"I don't care who you are, I just ask you one purpose. If you are a friend, please retreat first, if you are an enemy..."
To be continued...