Tang Yimo left Beiluo City and returned to Dijing.
He was a little lost. This trip to Beiluo City made him truly understand what it means to be a cultivator.
Originally, he was quite proud of "Eight Meridians Dunjia Demon Art", and even felt that he could stand aloof and look down on the world.
Now it seems that he is still far behind.
Reality hit him hard.
Don't say that compared with Lu Pingan, the master of Baiyujing, Lu Ping'an's driver alone is far behind.
The driver almost took his breath away.
Tang Yimo felt that in order to be comparable to the coachman, he might have to develop a second pulse.
Back to Yu Wenxiu's mansion where Tang Xiansheng was specially entertained.
Tang Xiansheng looked at Tang Yimo who walked in with a smile on his face.
"One ink."
Tang Xiansheng spoke kindly.
He was going to ask Tang Yimo what he had gained from this trip.
However, Tang Yimo just waved his hands blankly, without any desire to chat with him too much.
Looking at the figure that disappeared into the night, Tang Xiansheng put his hands behind his back and let out a slight breath.
"Beiluolu Ping'an... Is it really that strong?"
"It can actually make Yimodu so frustrated."
Tang Xiansheng is such a fine person, Tang Yimo saw that he had suffered a huge blow.
Tang Xiansheng has seen this kind of situation a lot. After all, when he was young, he was not an outstanding person, and he was often hit by blows, so he felt the same.
Walking to Tang Yimo's tightly closed carved wooden door, the lights behind the door have been blown out.
Tang Xiansheng smiled, and slowly said some comforting words.
Afterwards, he returned to his house.
The lights are long.
Tang Xiansheng was holding a roll of bamboo slips, watching quietly, as if waiting for something.
There was a rustling sound on the beam.
A black shadow fell from the house.
"My lord, the Eldest Prince has completed a secret meeting with the young priest of the Chili tribe in the Nanman, and the Chili tribe has divided their troops into the Nanjun army."
The black shadow knelt on one knee and said.
"The Chi Li tribe is the strongest tribe in the Southern Man. They have unified hundreds of tribes in the Southern Man. Their warriors often fight fierce beasts and are powerful. Such an army is hidden in Nanjun, so it is difficult to manage."
Tang Xiansheng said while looking at the bamboo slips.
"It was a mess at the beginning, and it was almost exposed. However, the eldest son found the young priest of the Chili tribe, and managed the barbarian army separately from our Nanjun army. Now it is considered harmonious."
Tang Xiansheng nodded in satisfaction, "This can be regarded as an experience for Yun'er. It seems that he has performed well."
"My lord... I am not of my race, so my heart must be different. If we cooperate with the Nanman, it is tantamount to seeking skin with a tiger..."
Soi Ying hesitated for a moment and said.
Tang Xiansheng stopped the movement in his hand, and then put down the bamboo slip in his hand.
"The old man doesn't know this truth. The barbarians are a group of savages who haven't escaped their wildness. They don't obey education, but... if they use them well, they are sharp knives. If they really don't obey discipline, then they... kill them."
Tang Xiansheng said.
"Actually, I really admire Bai Fengtian. He was so courageous that he killed 300,000 soldiers with one order."
"However, compared to the Western Army, the Southern Man is more orderly, because the Chi Li people are unified, but this also gives the old man a chance, because the more orderly, the more ambitious."
"The more you can speak for your interests."
Tang Xiansheng held the bamboo slips and tapped them lightly.
"By the way, the young priest of the Chi Li clan should have talked with Yun'er about the Dragon Gate, right? What choice did Yun'er make?"
Tang Xiansheng asked lightly.
"The eldest son refused, and the young priest of the Chi Li clan was extremely angry when he left."
Sombra said.
Tang Xiansheng laughed in satisfaction, and after a long time, he said slowly: "A barbarian is a knife, and when the blade is blunt, it will be broken."
"We have Longmen in Nanjun, and the Nanfu army cultivated in Longmen is the trump card against the barbarians of the Chi Li tribe."
Hearing the words, the shadow cupped his hands.
"Go ahead, spread the news, let Yun'er send 100,000 troops to the north in two batches."
"To drive away the wolves and tigers, while the practice pattern in the world is not yet fully formed, we must quickly end this dispute."
Tang Xiansheng's temples turned white, and he said solemnly.
"Here."
The black shadow cupped his hands, and then disappeared into the room with a flash of his body.
The house became quiet again, and the flickering candles became straight.
Only Tang Xiansheng's slightly heavy breathing remained.
"Cultivators... Maybe, I have to go to Beiluo City."
"This young master of Beiluolu, we will see each other eventually."
…
The two disciples left Beiluo City safely.
This caused an uproar in the world. Many people thought that if the masters failed to challenge Lu Pingan, they might be imprisoned by Lu Pingan on Beiluo Lake Central Island, or they would choose to surrender to Bai Yujing and become Bai Yujing's inclusion force like the Tianji family.
However…
This is not the case.
The disciples of Daozong and Sword Sect rode away safely in the misty drizzle.
However, following the departure of Hua Dongliu and Xie Yunling, a piece of even hotter news spread throughout the world.
Xie Yunling returned to Daozong Mountain Gate, and Daozong changed its name to Daoge.
Sword Master Hua Dongliu returned to the Sword Sect, and the Sword Sect was renamed Jiange.
For a time, all the forces in the world were shocked.
Daozong and Jianpai are said to be the forces of a hundred schools of thought, but they are actually considered to be the leading forces in the martial arts.
The renaming of these two forces undoubtedly sent a shocking signal.
Because, after Tianjijia joined Bai Yujing, it changed its name to Tianji Pavilion.
But now, Dao Pavilion and Jiange Pavilion undoubtedly make people think about it.
"The Dao Sect and the Sword Sect... have also been incorporated by Bai Yujing!"
This news stunned all martial arts people.
Afterwards, it seemed that a huge storm was brewing, completely sweeping through the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The hazy drizzle for several days in a row made the air feel lazy and damp.
On the city wall of Beiluo City.
A soldier standing guard in armor yawned, his eyes slightly misty.
suddenly.
The armored soldier's eyeballs suddenly widened.
He clenched the spear in his hand.
However, under the city wall, on the plain in the mist, black spots emerged one after another.
Those are pedestrians who are trekking, if it is not because these people are not covered with armor.
The soldier almost thought it was an enemy attack.
However, even so, the soldier was a little nervous, he hurried to the top of the city tower, and hit the ancient bronze clock with a wooden stake.
Luo Yue came in armor with a sword in his hand, followed by elite soldiers in line.
These elite soldiers have a strong aura, with endless energy in their eyes, and roaring blood, exuding a depressing aura.
Lu Changkong went to the island in the middle of the lake and practiced on the island.
Now he is in charge of defending the city.
While training the Dragon Blood Army, he was also responsible for the order in the city.
"Commander Luo, there are a large number of people gathered under the city, at least thousands of people!"
When the soldiers on guard saw Luo Yue, they knelt down on one knee and said.
"Shouldn't... the young master became famous in one battle, who has the guts to attack Beiluo at this time?"
Luo Yue frowned.
He couldn't figure out which force was attacking Beiluo.
North County
impossible.
It's even more impossible for Xijun, Bawang is very aware of Lu Fan's strength.
Luo Yue didn't think too much, he went up to the city tower, came to the front of the female wall, looked at the densely packed figures rushing from the end of the plain under the majestic city wall of Beiluo, with a slightly strange expression on his face.
"These people... seem to be the forces in the martial arts, and some martial arts families."
"They don't look like they are here to attack Beiluo City."
"It's more like..."
"pilgrimage?"
Luo Yue said strangely.
The expressions of the surrounding soldiers also changed a little.
Soon, these figures with their bags on their backs came to Beiluo City one after another.
These people in the martial arts forest, carrying swords, guns and axes, looked quite fierce. Most of them were second-rate and low-level warriors, and there were also some first-rate warriors and grand masters, but the number was relatively small.
Luo Yue ordered the gates to be closed.
These martial arts people gathered under the city and asked to open the city gate one after another.
"I am a martial artist from the Liu family in Dongyang County, and I am here to seek immortality! I would like to worship Bai Yujing and become Young Master Lu's follower!"
A warrior knelt down directly under the city wall and roared.
This is just the beginning.
One after another, warriors reported their family backgrounds, some from West County, some from North County, and South County.
Almost covered the thirteen counties of Da Zhou.
Luo Yue was a little speechless, and it was difficult to make a decision. After all, these people were not enemies who came to attack the city, so there was no way to directly order them all to be killed.
Therefore, he made people continue to close the city gate, while he rushed to the island in the middle of the lake at high speed.
Went to the island in a wooden boat.
Compared with the hustle and bustle outside the island, the island in the middle of the lake is much more elegant and quiet.
The peach blossoms bloom quietly, and the chrysanthemums are swaying.
The breeze blows the surface of the lake, creating ripples.
The second floor of Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.
Lu Fan was playing chess very leisurely, arranging stormy situations, constantly condensing the strength of his soul, and getting familiar with the control of his own power.
As for the sense of urgency brought about by the world level upgrade assessment, Lu Fan didn't feel it at all. It seemed that Lu Fan had forgotten about it.
Of course, Lu Fan was not unprepared.
When Nie Zhangqing returned, Lu Fan put him and Ning Zhao into an intense practice plan, trying to improve their strength.
By the way, let Ni Yu practice a few more pots of Qi Gathering Pills, so Ni Yu has been exhausted these few days.
Originally, Ni Yu was very relaxed. He made a pot of Qi Gathering Pill in a few days, which was easy and stress-free.
But now, Lu Fan asked her to refine a pot of Qi Gathering Pill every day.
Almost squeezed Ni Yu dry.
However, Ni Yu didn't dare to say anything, and didn't dare to ask anything.
Why did she laugh so happily that day
How happy I was laughing at that time, how bitter it is now.
However, the high-intensity alchemy in the past few days has greatly improved Ni Yu's alchemy level, and his cultivation has improved, and he can actually refine Qi Gathering Pills with alchemy patterns.
Luo Yue landed on the island, and the leisurely and slow rhythm on the island made him a little uncomfortable.
"Uncle Luo."
Nie Shuang said hello.
He has been very happy these days, because he finally saw his biological mother.
His father did not disappoint him, and he really brought his mother back. Although his mother was not in a good condition, the moment he saw Nie Shuang, there was a blood connection that made Nie Shuang's eyes turn red.
With his mother's company, Nie Shuang has been practicing boxing more vigorously these days.
Luo Yue smiled at Nie Shuang. He is very optimistic about Nie Shuang. This little guy is full of drive and will surely achieve great things in the future.
Under a Chaotian chrysanthemum.
Lu Changkong sat cross-legged and practiced, wisps of spiritual energy gathered into his Qi Pill.
As if sensing Luo Yue's appearance, Lu Changkong slowly opened his eyes.
"My lord, under the city of Beiluo, there are warriors from various counties in the Great Zhou. They said... they want to worship Baiyujing and learn how to practice."
Luo Yue cupped his hands and informed the situation outside.
"Huh? Pay homage to Bai Yujing?"
Lu Changkong's expression was slightly strange.
Why do these people have such big hearts
Why do they think they can worship Bai Yujing
Lu Changkong raised his head, and looked at Lu Fan, who was leaning on the railing on the second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion, who was concentrating on playing chess.
"Go and ask Fan'er."
Lu Changkong said.
Luo Yue's face froze. He always felt guilty when facing Lu Fan.
Perhaps it was because Lu Fan felt too detached.
However, he still walked towards the Baiyujing Pavilion, cupped his hands and said loudly: "Young master..."
However, before Luo Yue finished speaking, Lu Fan interrupted him.
"knew."
"Bai Yujing, there is no shortage of disciples."
Lu Fan's faint voice fluttered, accompanied by the sound of pieces falling on the chessboard.
When Luo Yue heard this, he immediately understood.
After handing over, he withdrew from the island in the middle of the lake and rode his horse back to the city wall.
At this moment, people from the Jianghu martial arts have already gathered under the city tower.
There was a lot of commotion downstairs, some martial arts people who had grievances in the world even fought violently, and the sound of blood roaring was endless.
Luo Yue frowned slightly.
"Everyone..."
Luo Yue spoke, and the voice resounded from the city tower, lingering under the city wall.
Many martial arts people raised their heads and looked at Luo Yue.
"Young Master Lu said that Bai Yujing will not accept disciples."
Luo Yue said.
After the voice resounded, the city tower was quiet for a while, and then the pot exploded.
"Bai Yujing is the number one cultivation force in the world, surpassing all schools of thought, how can he not accept disciples?"
"I rushed all the way to Beiluo, just to worship Bai Yujing, and I really mean it!"
"Open the city gate, if I don't believe you, I will pay a visit to Young Master Lu in person!"
…
Many martial arts people shouted unwillingly.
They traveled across mountains and rivers to Beiluo in order to become practitioners.
In their view, how could the number of disciples be few for a cultivation force like Bai Yujing
Like the Mohists, there are hundreds or thousands of disciples, scattered all over the Zhou Dynasty.
Like Confucianism, Confucian students all over the world are disciples of Confucianism...
Bai Yujing, as an existence beyond the hundred schools of thought, how could he lack disciples
Luo Yue frowned slightly.
Looking at the people in the martial arts world who were gradually making trouble below, a chill appeared on his face.
With a knife on his waist, he took a step forward.
Luo Yue glanced coldly at the many martial arts people below.
"The young master said that he would not accept disciples, so he would not accept them. Please stop making a noise, otherwise...you will be killed without mercy."
Luo Yue pulled out the knife from his waist abruptly, exuding a powerful coercion from his body.
That is the coercion condensed by taking the dragon blood pill, which is stronger than that of the master warrior.
The people in the rivers and lakes below were silent for a few seconds, and then they became noisy again, because these people in the rivers and lakes reacted.
They are here for a pilgrimage, to pay homage to Bai Yujing...
Why should they be driven away without even entering the city gate
The noise became more and more intense.
Many rogues in the martial arts even cursed loudly, tearing apart the morning silence of Beiluo City.
On the island in the middle of the lake.
Lu Fan, who was setting things up, frowned slightly.
He didn't like the commotion.
I don't like these people to tie up Bai Yujing and tie him up with righteousness.
There are always some self righteous people in the world.
Lack of the awe that one should have for the forces of practice.
Lu Fan pinched the sunspots and gently landed them on the chessboard. A gust of wind blew up his white shirt and drooping temples.
A heartbeat.
Spiritual consciousness flew out, across a long distance.
It flooded into the mind of Luo Yue, who was standing on the tower with a livid and cold face.
After Luo Yue was shocked, his complexion suddenly became strange, with pity in his eyes, he looked down at these noisy and fiery people in the rivers and lakes below.
This is just great.
You have successfully attracted the young master's attention.
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(end of this chapter)