Qingyun Palace, Silent Garden.

Maybe the patter of spring rain made me sleepy. In the afternoon, Xin Yaoguang did not study the Taoist scriptures as usual. Instead, he put up the window board and sat at the table to practice calligraphy.

With a pineapple table and an antique pen holder, she is wearing a feathered cloak and a lotus jade crown on her head. She presses the corner of the paper with one hand and holds the pen hanging on her wrist. Looking from a distance, she looks like a beautiful woman.

"Creak." First there were footsteps approaching from far away, and then there was the sound of the door being pushed open.

Xin Yaoguang's eyebrows were lowered, without any change, and he said: "What's new? Are you walking so happily?"

The "saint girl" with a petite body, skin as white as porcelain, and black hair hanging straight down her waist did not have a cold look on her face when facing outsiders, and said with a smile:

"How does Master know that something interesting is happening?"

Xin Yaoguang said lightly: "The footsteps, the rhythm of the heartbeat."

"Oh," Yu Yu puffed up his cheeks and said angrily, "Master, why do you always talk to those star officials in the same tone and always keep the rhythm on your lips?"

In front of her master, she no longer pretends to be a cold, arrogant and bad girl, and behaves casually.

"But there is indeed an interesting thing," Yu Yu raised the corner of his mouth:

"Yesterday, in the Qintian Prison's monthly exam for freshmen, Li Guofeng came up with a difficult problem. As a result, Ji Ping'an was so proud that he wrote an article criticizing the individual for being imperfect..."

She recounted the incident vividly.

Ji Ping'an?

Hearing this slightly familiar name, Xin Yaoguang stopped writing and recalled for two seconds before he remembered that it was the recommended student.

After hearing the story, the eyebrows on his beautiful face were slightly raised, showing a trace of surprise, and he smiled and said: "The person entrusted by the Imperial Master before his death is not an ordinary person."

Yu Yu said "Humph": "It's just that you are better at doing the questions. It's nothing special. I heard that you haven't recuperated your Qi for a month. Is there still a shortage of old masters in the Qintian Prison?"

Xin Yaoguang asked curiously: "How did Ji Ping'an offend you that day? I won't have anything nice to say when I come back that day."

On that day when the "Huayang Biography" was released, the female leader sent her disciples to inquire. She had no hope and didn't want Yu Yu to bring back the answer to the real person Liyang.

For her, it was understanding a wish for her master and inheriting the boy's kindness.

"I just think that person doesn't understand etiquette." Yu Yu complained.

She would not talk about her dark history of being taught a lesson by Ji Ping'an.

Xin Yaoguang smiled and said nothing. He knew his disciple's character very well, and he was curious about how the young man could defeat his pampered disciple.

At this time, there were sudden footsteps approaching outside the garden.

A disciple arrived outside the door and bowed: "Headmaster, I have something to tell you."

"explain."

"The government office reported a case. Several warriors were decapitated, suspected of being killed by flying swords... Elder Chen sent his disciples to inquire about the spirits, but found that the souls of the deceased were only superficial, and the true souls had been completely killed, and the memory could not be traced...

"

Yu Yuqi said: "Hey, flying swords to destroy souls, isn't this the secret of our Taoist sect? Could it be that it was done by the disciples of the national religion?"

Although various sects have exchanges and integrations, they ultimately have very different inheritances, and different sects will have some typical characteristics.

For example: the star official is good at deducing bad luck and always carries an astrolabe around his waist.

The typical weapon of Taoism is the flying sword, which has the ability to annihilate the soul.

Therefore, her first thought was that the murderer was involved in the state religion.

Of course, due to the long history of Taoist magic, the ability to control swords is not exclusive, and it is also possible for outside monks to control flying swords.

The disciple hesitated and said:

"It shouldn't be... the disciple who asked the spirit, although he was unable to read the memory of the deceased, he could glimpse many scenes from the 'sword intent' remaining in the wound, among which the young national master appeared...

"Elder Chen's preliminary judgment is that the flying sword used by the murderer is most likely a magical weapon used by the imperial master hundreds of years ago, so the sword's power remains."

National division weapon!

Beside the case.

Xin Yaoguang, who was practicing calligraphy with a pen, suddenly turned his head, his eyes sharp, and asked: "Retell all the details."

After hearing everything, Xin Yaoguang was thoughtful, and then said calmly:

"I know, no need to make a fuss. Don't let this matter be spread outside. Just let the government investigate on its own."

The implication is that if the state religion does not intervene, then given the ability of the government office, I am afraid that the case will eventually become an unresolved case.

"Yes." The disciple took the order and left.

After the others left, Yu Yucai, who was extremely curious, said: "Master, why don't you check? The flying sword that the Imperial Master once used must not be in bad condition."

Xin Yaoguang picked up his pen and wrote in a calm tone:

"In the early years when the Imperial Master and the God-Emperor were fighting against each other, before the star-official system was fully developed, they made flying swords for self-defense, but they were no longer used. Perhaps they were given away and wandered in the world.

"Although it is considered a treasure among Jianghu people, it is not worthy of being coveted by the state religion. Moreover, it seems that it is not a complete set, but just a single bite, so there is no need to make a fuss."

Yu Yu was stunned.

What Xin Yaoguang did not mention was that she was vaguely aware of the existence of the "dark web".

Although she didn't know the specific situation today, since it might involve the influence left by the old Imperial Master, she could repay her kindness by helping to suppress it.

Suddenly, she thought of Ji Ping'an mentioned by her apprentice, and wondered if the two were related?

But in an instant she laughed, feeling that the idea was ridiculous.

Not to mention that it is impossible for a mortal who is not even in the Qi-nurturing realm to control a flying sword. Even if it is relevant, so what?

After all...he's just a junior.

…

…

Qin Tianjian.

When Ji Ping'an returned to the courtyard, the medicine in the bag had been put into the sachet and he bought a few miscellaneous books.

He was not worried about the trouble caused by the murder. He believed that Han Bachi would handle it well. Even if it attracted some attention, someone would take action to suppress it.

This is the result given by divination.

In comparison, his biggest headache is: how to deliver the medicine to the other party?

Throw it secretly and let her pick it up? Obviously not possible... Girls can't even drink water from strangers outside, let alone elixirs of unknown origin.

"There's some trouble."

Until the end of the day, even with Ji Pingan's wisdom, he could not come up with a perfect plan.

night.

Huang He came back with the food and recounted the news:

The poaching campaign against Mu Yuan intensified.

Not only the outstanding disciples were divided up among other families, but even some of the mediocre Si Chen who had reached an agreement with Muyuan and was ready to join, also changed their minds and chose other branches.

"Among them, Shuiyuan's offensive is the most fierce. They are poaching people at a premium. Judging from the momentum, they want Muyuan to lose everything."

Huang He sighed and said:

"According to this trend, maybe when the deadline comes, Jianhou Xu will really be dismissed in accordance with the rules of the academy because he cannot recruit disciples."

Ji Ping'an took the time to read the new hospital regulations and found that based on various indicators, as long as the admissions results of the wooden courtyard this time are below the "passing line", there is a high probability of a new owner.

"Is it a passing grade..."

Ji Ping'an put down the book of hospital regulations, looked at the drizzle outside the window, and thought: Let's wait a little longer.

…

In the next few days, the battle for Si Chen in the Fifth Academy continued.

Huang He refused to let go, but at Ji Pingan's signal, he expressed a faint tendency to move closer to the Jin and Shui houses.

As for the news that the Muyuan warden was seriously injured and was no longer able to take charge, and that the Qintian warden was considering replacing a new warden, it spread like wildfire and became a hot topic in private discussions.

This made the commanders avoid Muyuan even more. No one wanted to join the national army in 1949...
Chapter completed!