Advice… Hearing this word, Ji Ping'an smiled unchanged: "What is it?"

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment. The other party's reaction was a little different from what he had imagined, and it was too calm.

He organized the following language and said:

"I heard about you, with a very good talent and profound knowledge. Such a genius should have a brighter future, rather than being involved in other people's struggles and becoming a sacrificed abandoned son."

Ji Ping'an's eyes were calm and he signaled that he was listening.

Song Yuan paused and continued:

"I think you are also a smart person, so you should understand what I mean. Now that things have come to this, I don't want to ask you why you chose the Wooden Courtyard. You are interested in helping you in time or other reasons, it doesn't matter. The marquises will always treat geniuses more preferentially."

Ji Ping'an smiled and continued.

Song Yuan frowned, wondering whether his expression was too obscure, so he simply said:

"I said it straight away. The ship of the Muyuan is full of holes and will sink sooner or later. It is very unwise for you to go there at this time, but if you are willing to leave the Muyuan, both the Jin Courtyard will be willing to accept it, and I hope you will think clearly and don't make mistakes."

Ji Ping'an said curiously: "Are you a disciple of the Water Academy?"

There is a star map on the other party’s robe, which can be distinguished.

The young man didn't speak, and someone behind him said coldly: "This is our Senior Brother Song Yuan."

Ji Ping'an felt it familiar, recalled it, and said, "That traitor from Muyuan?"

Yesterday, Mu Yaoyao gave him some popular science and led a group of disciples to defect to the Water Courtyard, and called this name.

Song Yuan looked ugly and raised his hand to stop the indignant junior brothers behind him. He spoke seriously:

"I know I have a bad reputation, but I never regret my original choice. Good birds choose trees to live in. Xu Jianhou treats me well, but she is not strong enough and her methods are not cruel enough, and she will be dismissed sooner or later.

"True Man Li Yang once said: Cultivating immortals is the prey of the weak. I hope you think about it carefully."

Ji Ping'an sighed and said in a complicated tone: "If he knew that this sentence would be misinterpreted like this, he shouldn't have said it at the beginning."

"I'm stubborn, I hope you won't regret it." Song Yuan shook his head, said nothing, and took a group of junior brothers to leave.

It seems that it is really just a life advice.

The crowd of onlookers whispered not far away.

Shi Jilun in the crowd hesitated again and again, and based on his philosophy of self-protection, he did not step forward.

"It's so dangerous. Fortunately, Senior Brother Ji did not get a trap. If he was angry, he would be troublesome if he violated the supervision rules." A Si Chen whispered.

Another Si Chen was angry: "The people in the Water Courtyard are too much. They are poaching people in a noble manner."

Shi Jilun, who had sparse eyebrows, sighed: "Word it low, we can't afford to fight such big shots. Just like the party and government in the temple, it is not a good thing for small people to get involved in it."

"What are you afraid of? We are the Fire Courtyard." Someone didn't care.

Shi Jilun and several Si Chen who resonated with Yingmao Xingchen finally chose to join the Fire Courtyard.

The crowd dispersed.

Ji Ping'an pushed open the yard door, lay leisurely in the rattan chair under the peach tree, and picked up a book casually.

Unlike people's guess, everything that had just happened had not caused any turmoil in his heart, let alone make him angry.

After living for a thousand years, not to mention that Song Yuan is still polite, even if he ridiculed like a villain in the novel, Ji Ping'an would not care.

Will elephants care about the provocation of ants?

"However, the subsequent actions of the Water Courtyard are just like this? Or is this just the beginning?"

Ji Ping'an thought, unfolded the book, started reading, and decided to wait and see.

This book was brought back from God the day before yesterday. It was filled with information about the Fifth Academy collected by the Earth Network.

...

As Ji Ping'an expected, in the next few days, the forces led by the Water Institute will be frequently moved, public opinion will be declining, and poaching will continue.

However, after Song Yuan defected, the ones who still choose to stay are the firm "Xu" factions.

What really threatens the Wooden Courtyard is that when they go to collect this month's resources, they are beaten by the doorkeeper.

Cultivation is very resourceful, and the resources of Star Officials are generally three:

First, each hospital obtains it by itself. For example, Xu Xiurong was injured in order to get treasures of heaven and earth when he went out.

Second, the Imperial Heaven Supervision has a fixed industry, and the income obtained will be distributed.

The third is the "salary" paid by the court.

This time, the Water and Jin Courtyards began to set up checkpoints on materials and deduct them using various means.

Even the documents that Lianmuyuan Sichen can apply for to practice in Xingluohu and other places every month have been postponed.

It's not that I don't give it, but that I'm trying to mess with you.

Many people understand that this is suppressing the wooden courtyard in all directions to prevent its strength from recovering.

"I heard that, Muyuan's application was blocked again. It almost made a fuss until Hou Xu came forward in person before finally passing." In the canteen, a Si Chen said gossip.

"Yes, it seems that he has completely broken up. If you continue to suppress this, the disciples will definitely not be elected to participate when the Gods rewards."

"This trick is called cutting off the firewood from the bottom of the pot. Alas, it's a pity that Ji Ping'an and Huang He have to enter the cart. Why did they have to be put into the cart? It was delayed in vain..." Someone shook his head and sighed.

"Shh, whisper." Another person suddenly reminded.

Immediately, a long lotus leaf-colored skirt floated by. Mu Yaoyao, holding a wooden tray, looked expressionless and swept coldly, leaving in the awkward gazes of everyone.

Leave the canteen.

Mu Yaoyao returned to Siji Pavilion. When she arrived, she saw the disciples of her fellow disciples sitting around the stone table, with their faces not looking good.

"Yaoyao, what's wrong?" The middle-aged Si Li saw that her face was wrong.

Mu Yaoyao snorted coldly, sat at the table and heard the retelling of the rumors. The girl's fair face was full of anger:

"These people don't want any face, and they even have resources stuck to us."

The girl Sili was furious and echoed, rolled up her sleeves and knocked on the table with her arms. Her chest was so angry that she was undulating, and the peaks were gathering: "It's so damning."

In the past few days, targeting from various halls has accumulated a lot of anger, but they have no way to vent.

"Don't get caught in the trap, I suspect the other party is just intentionally angering us." The middle-aged Si Li was mature and persistent, comforting everyone:

"I have sent someone to invite the marquis. Everyone calm down and think about how to break the deadlock."

Upon hearing this, a group of star officials looked at each other and remained silent.

This round of targeting is disgusting, and the opponent does not violate the rules. He just plays the ball within the rules and repeatedly argues.

The focus is on the word "drag". As long as Xu Xiurong comes forward, he will still give what he should give... But the problem is that Xu Xiurong is in the recovery period and cannot be interrupted frequently.

Moreover, every time I ask the marquis of the prison to come forward, the majesty will disappear in the long run.

A group of people have thought about the cracking method these two days, but as practitioners, if they fight with real swords and guns, even if Muyuan is not good at attacking, they will not be afraid.

But the "political struggle"... is not a matter of intelligence or not, it is a lack of experience.

Yes, if the Imperial Heaven Supervisor is regarded as a court, the situation where the five marquises seized the throne is like a political battle, without any smoke of gunpowder.

Mu Yaoyao lowered her head in depression, just like everyone else, she could do nothing.

At this time, the gate of the courtyard suddenly opened, and Ji Ping'an and Huang He, who was holding an umbrella for him, walked in together.

"Why are you so depressed?" Ji Ping'an asked with a smile.

The practice of practice is too simple. He stayed at home these two days and was preparing to break through the situation and didn't go out much.

Mu Yaoyao looked over and got angry when she saw him smiling, but she still patiently told the situation.

After hearing this, Ji Ping'an smiled: "Is it just that?"

Middle-aged Si Li frowned and patiently explained: "You are newly admitted to the hospital and may lack understanding of the importance of resources..."

However, the next second, Ji Ping'an shook his head and interrupted: "I don't mean that, I mean, if it's just like this, the idea of ​​breaking the deadlock is very simple."

quiet.

The spring breeze blows by the Four Seasons Pavilion, and the lush ancient weeping willows swaying branches. The faces sitting around the stone table are "brushing" and are a little stunned.

Next to him, Huang He brought a stool for Ji Ping'an attentively and said with a smile: "My young man guessed this would happen a few days ago."

Mu Yaoyao's eyes were wide open, and she was filled with doubts in her expectations: "How could you guess?"

Ji Ping'an sat down, picked up the tea bowl that Huang He placed for him, and sighed softly: "Because the means of political struggle are never new, and I have no confidence in human beings."

After a brief pause, the former Grand Master of Great Zhou, who had overlooked the court for four hundred years, said:

"If you want to break the deadlock, you must first understand what 'politics' is."

...

Outside the Four Seasons Pavilion.

On the bluestone path, he was wearing a dark green official robe, with black hair tied up with a jade hairpin, and Xu Xiurong, who had a gentle and elegant temperament, moved his lotus steps lightly.

After receiving the healing medicine, she announced her retreat and tried to recover from her injuries as soon as possible.

But today, the disciples below reported that they had explained the difficulties encountered in the courtyard in the past two days and were not allowed to invite her out of seclusion. Xu Xiurong was angry and did not dare to delay and rushed to come immediately.

"Master, everyone is waiting for you, I want to wait for you to make an idea." The female disciple who reported the news looked anxious.

Xu Xiurong nodded and comforted her: "It's okay, I will deal with it."

But even though she said that, she was also confused and had a gentle temperament. She didn't like fighting and lacked experience in this situation.

At this time, she had arrived outside the yard and was about to push the door, but suddenly she stopped.

"Master?" The female disciple reported the news was surprised.

However, Xu Xiurong's delicate auricles moved slightly, and listened to the sound coming from the courtyard, indicating that his disciples would silence.
Chapter completed!