After a game of chess was over, Lu Fan leaned on the Qianren chair and took a slight breath.
The second game of "Yi Tianshi", the wind and rain game, was more difficult than the mountain and river game, mainly because of the connotation contained in the game, the tempering of the strength of the soul, which made Lu Fan quite tired.
But, needless to say, the effect is good.
Although it took half a day for the next game of chess, Lu Fan's soul strength has been strengthened a little, and with the help of exercises, a lot of aura has been bred.
Today's Lu Fan is on the third level of Qi Refining. If he wants to break through to the fourth level of Qi Refining, he needs a full 9,000 strands of spiritual energy to reach the upper limit of 10,000 strands of spiritual energy and advance to the fourth level of Qi Refining.
The difficulty was enormous, but Lu Fan was not without opportunities.
He still has one more task to complete.
Let Bai Yujing become a detached force. Once completed, you can get a reward of 1000 points of disposable attributes.
With these 1000 points, there is no doubt that Lu Fan's strength can achieve a qualitative leap and leap.
You can even step into the fourth level of Qi Refining in an instant.
Stretching for a while, he controlled the Thousand Blade Chair to move forward slowly, out of the pavilion, and came to the terrace.
The wind after a heavy rain, with a sense of humidity, spreads over the surface, full of leisure.
The vermilion carved wooden railings were soaked in rainwater, and there were still crystal drops of water hanging on them.
Lu Fan's palm lightly brushed against the wooden fence, and all the water on it evaporated immediately.
under.
He also listened to Lu Muduai and Lu Dongxuan's words.
"Three masters come to Beiluo?"
Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.
Daoist Xie Yunling, Sword School Huadongliu, Organ Master Shuyu, and the scholars of the three major schools of thought once led the existence of an era.
Fingers tapped lightly on the wooden railing.
Lu Fan suddenly seemed to understand something.
He leaned on the wheelchair, looking forward to it.
"Before an era ends, let yourself have no regrets?"
"If that's the case, then I will fulfill you."
Lu Fan's voice lingered on the second floor of the terrace.
Your Excellency Baiyu Jinglou.
Lu Mu, who was making tea, moved his throat, and Lu Dongxuan's words had some impact on him.
All of a sudden, Lu Muduo understood, it turns out that... Bai Yujing has become so powerful without knowing it, and he wants to bring the era of all schools of thought to an end.
Lu Mudui still remembered the scene of Lu Fan being pointed at by thousands of Confucian scholars in Beiluo City when he was rippling on the lake.
And in the blink of an eye, Young Master Lu, who was pointed out by thousands of people, has become synonymous with unfathomable, and belongs to the era of Bai Yujing... It will really come soon.
"That's right, spread the news and let everyone in the world know about it. It's time for the world to get to know these old guys again."
Lu Dongxuan said with emotion.
In the past, they were all resounding figures in the world.
But now, when mentioning the masters of various families, perhaps the world will be amazed, but who would know the names of Xie Yunling and Huadongliu
"Here."
Lu Mu stood up, grabbed the bamboo stick and left.
He wrote the message with a pen and stuffed it into the leg of the Tian Ji Pigeon. After it was released, it left behind fluttering white feathers.
imperial capital.
A teahouse in an alley.
The beautiful woman Qianqian received the white pigeon, she took off the message on the white pigeon's feet, took a look, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.
She solemnly folded the letter paper and stepped onto the top floor of the pavilion.
Wrote down the message, let it fly out, and sent it to the world.
The resident of Tianji Pigeon, one pass two, two pass three...
Soon, everyone in Dazhou got the news.
Whether it is martial arts or temples, there is a slight commotion, and many people seem to have expected something unusual.
The three masters went to Beiluo with a sense of determination.
It's a bit like the sun is setting, and it means the last struggle against fate.
Many martial arts people got the news, some disciples from hundreds of families set off silently and rushed to Beiluo to see this grand event.
…
West County, within the big tent.
When the Overlord got the news, there was a slight twinkle in his eyes.
"Moths to the flame."
Xiang Shaoyun sighed.
As soon as he rubbed his hands, the secret letter in his hand was crumpled into ashes.
"Even if you add Mo Beike and Kong Xiu, you can't win..."
"The era of various schools of thought has come to an end."
Xiang Shaoyun shook his head, filled with emotion.
He stood up, outside the tent, the moonlight was cold, he walked slowly under the moonlight, and came to the edge of the big rock in Dongyan River.
Looking at the rushing water of the Dongyan River, the white foam is passing away to the east, and the waves have wiped out heroes.
Xiang Shaoyun looked at the river and clenched his fists.
He wants to become stronger.
If he doesn't become stronger, one day, he will end up powerless like the masters of a hundred schools of thought.
…
imperial capital.
Inside the Imperial City Wing.
Tang Xiansheng looked at the secret letter in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tapped his finger on the table.
"The young master of Beiluolu... the number one cultivation force in the world, Bai Yujing."
Tang Xiansheng spat out one word after another.
"It's really a dreadful force."
He looked at Tang Yimo who was leaning against the door, and said slowly, "Yimo."
Tang Yimo pushed the door open and entered.
"I wanted to go to Baiyujing tomorrow, but once my father leaves the imperial capital, I'm afraid he will be assassinated in various ways."
"You are a cultivator. Tomorrow, instead of father, go to Beiluo City to witness this shocking duel."
Tang Xiansheng showed a gentle smile and said.
Tang Yimo frowned.
Although he was unwilling in his heart, Tang Yimo still did not refuse, and finally nodded, saying: "Okay."
After that, there was no sound and disappeared into the night.
Tang Xiansheng looked at Tang Yimo's disappearing figure.
The smile on his face gradually disappeared.
…
the next day.
The sky is still a little gloomy.
It seems that there is a majestic heavy rain gestating in the clouds, which is so oppressive that people can't breathe.
Seen from a distance, black clouds overwhelm the city and threaten to destroy it.
The plain outside Beiluo City.
Three carriages approached slowly, raising billows of dust, and the sound of horseshoes tore through the silence of the morning.
The three coachmen were a little nervous, and there was an inexplicable sense of depression that made them breathless.
The carriage stopped on a plain five miles away from North Los Angeles.
The curtain was lifted, and three people projected their sights in the carriage.
"Beiluo..."
Thank you for your inspiration.
After that, he walked out of the carriage and stepped on sand and stones.
Hua Dongliu also stepped out of the carriage with his sword on his back, and Gong Shuyu stood beside them.
The three old men were getting old, and their faces were full of the vicissitudes of time.
With ease, determination, and anticipation, they got out of the car within five miles of Beiluo City and walked towards Beiluo City on foot.
On the city wall of Beiluo City.
Lu Changkong was wearing armor, and looked directly at the three old men walking slowly under the city wall in the gloomy sky.
Luo Yue and Luo Cheng stood beside him with swords in their arms.
Luo Cheng's face showed a bit of shock.
"Is this the sons of the Taoist sect, the sword sect, and the organ sect?"
Lu Changkong nodded slightly.
"Why did they rush to Beiluo like this? Young master...it's not something they can compete with!"
Luo Yue couldn't help frowning.
"They are strong, but they are also human beings, and the young master who has won the fate of immortality has already belonged to inhumans..."
Lu Changkong clasped his hands behind his back and shook his head: "They just don't want to let an era sink in obscurity. They use their methods to tell the world that they once stood at the top."
Luo Cheng and Luo Yue fell silent immediately.
They understood what Lu Changkong meant by an era.
The three philosophers represent the era of various schools of thought.
And Lu Fan, represents Bai Yujing's era.
From the time when the Tianji family surrendered to Bai Yujing, these masters of the hundred families felt that sooner or later, Bai Yujing would surpass them.
"Open the city gate."
Lu Changkong said.
His eyes flickered, he is a descendant of the peasant family, although the peasant family of various schools has long been lonely, and cannot compare with the Taoist sect, the sword sect, etc., but... after all, he was once a member of a brilliant collision.
crunch, crunch...
The heavy dullness slowly opened.
Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu, and Gong Shuyu looked up at the tower, and couldn't help smiling when they saw Lu Changkong.
Lu Changkong stood on top of the city and nodded slightly towards the three of them.
"Let's go..."
"It's a pity, now there are only three of us old guys. If we can gather the others, it will be considered lively."
Xie Yunling said.
Mo Beike did not enter Beiluo, Kong Xiu retreated to the attic, and Wei Luan had already fallen.
Among the hundred... There are very few who can really take a wave of Beiluo with them.
Looking back at this time, I found that the people who used to travel with me have disappeared in the long river of time.
Three figures stepped into Beiluo City under the gloomy cloud.
With the figure of three people disappearing.
The gate of Beiluo City was slowly closed.
Boom!
It was closed as if it had been covered in dust over the years.
Outside Beiluo City.
One left and one right, each with a carriage approaching slowly, raising smoke and dust, and stopped ten miles outside Beiluo City.
Mo Beike looked at the closed city gate, his heavy bags under his eyes trembled slightly.
There was also a slight tremor in the hands behind the back.
Mo Ju leaned on the carriage with a feather fan and a scarf.
the other side.
Inside the carriage, the national teacher Kong Xiu was lying in it, looking at the gloomy sky, wondering what he was thinking.
Mo Tianyu carried a wine gourd, and suddenly poured wine into his mouth.
Inside Beiluo City.
The long street was cleaned quite clean, and there were few pedestrians on both sides. The three old men entered Beiluo City, stepped on the bluestones, and walked towards Beiluo Lake step by step.
The teahouses, restaurants, etc. on both sides of the long street are full of people.
Tang Yimo was sitting by the window of the restaurant, drinking wine, looking at the three old men walking below, his eyes flickering.
After paying the bill, he went out of the restaurant and followed the old man far away.
Beiluo Lake is not far away.
The three of Xie Yunling arrived soon.
Looking at Beiluo Lake shrouded in thick fog, Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu, and Gong Shuyu felt a sense of pressure and relief for no reason.
"Are you afraid?"
Xie Yunling turned his head, glanced at Hua Dongliu who was standing straight, and said with a smile.
"Afraid? When the name of my sword master spread across the world, Lu Pingan was not born yet."
Huadongliu snorted.
"Keep down, you haven't heard of Lu Ping'an's temper."
Gong Shuyu glanced at Hua Dongliu, and a hoarse voice sounded.
Just when the three were arguing.
In Beiluo Lake, there is a boat swaying and swaying.
The lake swayed and rippled, and parted on both sides like a curtain that was lifted.
An old man in white with a big gold chain around his neck sat cross-legged on the boat with a silly smile on his face.
"It's that old Lu Dongxuan."
"This guy has the sharpest dog's nose. I'm afraid he knew Bai Yujing's strength a long time ago, so he took refuge in Bai Yujing."
Both Xie Yunling and Hua Dongliu couldn't help but speak.
Lu Dongxuan stood up from the boat.
With his hands behind his back, he nodded slightly towards the three of them.
Xie Yunling laughed.
Taking a step forward, the energy and blood roared, hitting the surface of the lake, causing a circle of ripples, actually walking on the lake.
Sword Saint Hua Dongliu glanced at Xie Yunling's movements and snorted disdainfully.
The sword in his hand was thrown out suddenly, and his body also performed lightness kung fu, stepping on the thrown sword and heading towards the lonely boat.
As for Gong Shuyu, he jumped into the lake, and the shoes under his feet changed, pushing his body towards the boat in the lake.
The three of them used their own means to board the boat.
The flat boat began to sail away, heading for the lake.
The thick fog soon engulfed them.
Tang Yimo stood by the lake, the blood in his body fell silent, and the aura in the qi pill seemed to be frozen.
It seemed that there was a terrifying existence in the lake that made his heart throb.
"Beiluo... Young Master Lu!"
It was not the first time Tang Yimo heard this name, but it was the first time he felt the horror brought by this name.
The dark clouds that had accumulated for a long time finally couldn't hold back.
There are raindrops like a curtain, falling from the sky, and the connection between the water and the sky makes waves on the entire lake.
On a lonely boat.
None of the four old men had shelter from the rain, and they sat cross-legged in a lonely boat, silent.
The more you swim into the lake, the more you can feel the oppression that exists between heaven and earth.
Finally, the lonely boat stopped moving forward.
The thick fog broke through.
With the rain covering the sky, they finally saw the island.
I saw the island in the middle of the lake that looked like a fairy island.
There are pavilions on the island, and on the terrace on the pavilion, there is a young man in white sitting in a silver wheelchair, with one hand propping his chin, and the other holding a chessboard.
The maid holds an umbrella, and the son plays chess.
Like a beautiful picture scroll.
Recommend a friend's book "Lending Three Points of Luck" and "Wandering in the World of Martial Arts", interested friends can read it, no matter what, let's sacrifice it~
(end of this chapter)