The red sunset seems to have the color of uncooked egg yellow.
The afterglow sprinkled on the blood-stained white-clothed guest, which seemed rather stern.
Jing Yue stood in a lonely boat, leaning on a blunt long sword, turned his head and said: "Young Master, I don't see you, please go back."
Tang Xiansheng's smiling face froze.
This person... really doesn't show affection at all
Tang Xiansheng had heard of Jing Yue, and he was also quite famous in the sword sect. As a swordsman, he was supposed to be indomitable, but he had such a strange character as Jing Yue, who escaped from danger faster than anyone else.
Tang Xiansheng is very optimistic about Jing Yue, because Jing Yue is the same kind of person as him, a kind of person who values life more than anything else.
This is also the reason why he remembered Jing Yue in the Sword Sect.
However…
At this moment, Tang Xiansheng suddenly hated Jing Yue.
Did Lu Pingan speak
Why did this guy say that Lu Fan didn't want to see him
Tang Xiansheng straightened up slowly, staring at Jing Yue: "I'm here to pay a visit to Young Master Lu, please send a message."
Obviously the tone was not very good.
Reach out and don't hit the smiling face.
If Jing Yue gives him face, he will also give Jing Yue face. After all, face is something that should be given to each other.
Shaking his head, Jing Yue knew that Tang Xiansheng must be dissatisfied with him in his heart.
After all, the son's voice rang directly in his mind, Tang Xiansheng couldn't hear it.
"The young master really said that he doesn't want to see you...you can go away."
Jing Yue said.
After that, he grabbed the boat pole and slammed it on the water surface. The water swayed and rippled, and he took the lone boat and drove towards the island in the middle of the lake at high speed.
Jing Yue's figure gradually disappeared into the hazy lake.
The wind under the sunset is a little warm.
Tang Xiansheng's fine clothes fluttered under the blowing wind.
He turned his head to look at Luo Yue, a smile appeared on Tang Xiansheng's face again, raised a finger from his sleeve, and pointed to the direction where Jing Yue disappeared, with a fake smile: "This person is not authentic."
Luo Yue was speechless.
In fact, he wanted to say that Jing Yue might have really received the young master's instruction.
"Commander Luo, can you inform me? Just say that Tang Xiansheng, the prefect of Nanjun, visited in person."
Tang Xiansheng said.
Luo Yue opened his mouth, but shook his head.
"The gentleman just now is Bai Yujing's disciple. He said that the young master doesn't want to see the eunuch, so he doesn't see him. Eunuch... please go back."
Naturally, it was impossible for Luo Yue to disobey Lu Fan's intentions for Tang Xiansheng's sake.
Tang Xiansheng's face twitched slightly.
This is the first time he has been rejected.
This young master of Beiluolu put on such a big air
Even if he enters the capital, the emperor will personally meet him, this Lu Ping'an...
"As expected of a practitioner, he really has the arrogance of a practitioner."
Tang Xiansheng smiled gently.
"Since this is the case, the old man will stay by the lake, and wait until Young Master Lu is going to see the old man before going to the island."
Luo Yue glanced at Tang Xiansheng with his knife in his hand.
These are all other people's leftover routines.
However, Luo Yue's expression soon became strange.
Tang Xiansheng found a clean bluestone step that was not stained with blood. After wiping it with a cloth handkerchief, he rolled up his clothes and sat on it.
Looking at the hazy and beautiful Beiluo Lake under the setting sun, the lake breeze blows leisurely.
If Tang Xiansheng showed his sincerity, Young Master Lu should meet him, right
Tang Xiansheng was really curious about Lu Ping'an.
There is a rumor in the world today.
Those who win Lu Ping'an win the world.
This rumor is absolutely true. If Lu Ping'an can be hired as an aide, the world will be at your fingertips.
Tang Xiansheng is confident that with his perfect tongue, he can talk about dead people alive.
A curved sword can be said to be straight.
The fish and shrimp in the sea can be said to burst out of the water.
Tang Xiansheng looked at the lake quietly, the premise is that there is a chance to talk.
suddenly.
He felt his body floating.
But he found that his body sitting on the bluestone ladder was lifted up.
"ah?"
"What are you doing?!"
Tang Xiansheng was astonished.
He hurriedly struggled, but the Dragon Blood Army in Beiluo City had taken the Dragon Blood Pill, how powerful they were.
Tang Xiansheng couldn't break free at all, so he was lifted up.
Luo Yue adjusted the armor on his body, and glanced at Tang Xiansheng indifferently: "Tang Taishou, just received the order from the young master, the young master will not see you."
"And get you off the dock."
"An eyesore."
Tang Xiansheng changed from green to red for a while.
Why
Tang Xiansheng didn't understand why Lu Pingan didn't see him
He knew that when the national teacher Kong Xiu came, Lu Fan had seen it, and when the emperor Yu Wenxiu came, Lu Fan had seen it too.
Lu Fan even saw Bawang visiting late at night.
Why is he missing? !
"Commander Luo is joking? Young Master Lu didn't even open his mouth, wait... How can you make a claim without authorization?"
The smile on Tang Xiansheng's face gradually disappeared.
"My lord can transmit voices thousands of miles away, and orders come to my mind directly. It's normal for Tang Taishou not to be able to hear me."
Luo Yue said lightly.
Several Dragon Blood Army soldiers carried Tang Xiansheng onto the carriage.
"absurd!"
Tang Xiansheng couldn't help being sullen.
Luo Yue frowned, raised his hand and landed on the long knife at his waist, and a majestic blood burst out from his body.
"Why use such absurd reasons to prevaricate the old man?"
However.
Tang Xiansheng just finished speaking.
Then there was a faint voice, resounding in his mind.
"Oh? Ridiculous?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
The voice is as gentle as jade, but it has a bit of indifference and detached elegance.
Tang Xiansheng's face froze, his eyes suddenly widened, and he glanced around in disbelief.
Who is speaking
How could the voice resound directly in his mind
Do practitioners have such means
His son Tang Yimo is also a practitioner, but Tang Xiansheng has no such concept at all.
"Some words, don't let me say it three times."
Lu Fan's voice sounded again, and then fell silent.
Tang Xiansheng opened his mouth.
Obviously sensed the unhappiness in Lu Fan's words.
Therefore, he dared not ask any more.
The young master of Beiluo Lu was notorious for his temper. Tang Xiansheng felt that if he really angered the other party, he might not be able to leave Beiluo City.
People like him who are afraid of death dare not try.
With inexplicable awe, Tang Xiansheng cupped his hands in the direction of the island in the middle of the lake, and then got into the carriage.
"Go back to the imperial capital."
…
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
Lu Fan leaned on the Thousand Blade Chair, holding a bronze wine glass filled with warm green plum wine.
The white shirt was blowing in the wind, and the drooping temples fluttered gracefully.
It was reasonable for him not to see Tang Xiansheng, because there was no need to see him.
Tang Xiansheng's purpose in coming to him was obvious, to persuade him to join Nanjun and become his aide. Lu Fan really didn't like this kind of thing.
Therefore, he directly refused to come to see him.
Compared to seeing Tang Xiansheng, Lu Fan thought it would be more interesting to set up a stormy situation, or watch Nie Zhangqing and others form a group to defeat the Master of the Secret Realm.
Jing Yue is back.
When the lone boat carrying him appeared floating in the lake.
Ni Yu, Nie Shuang and others on the island let out a long breath.
Ni Yu took out the Qi Gathering Pill wrapped in a cloth handkerchief in disgust, and threw it back to Jing Yue.
Jing Yue grinned brightly and headed towards the second floor of the pavilion.
"Young master..."
Jing Yue knelt down in front of Lu Fan on one knee.
Lu Fan took a sip of the wine in the bronze wine glass and said, "Not bad."
"From today onwards, you are Bai Yujing's disciple."
Jing Yue raised his head in surprise.
"Thank you son!"
Lu Fan nodded slightly, played with the wine glass in his hand, and made a gesture.
Jing Yue's tattered and blunt sword flew out and landed in Lu Fan's hand.
"Well... this sword is useless."
"Today, since you are my disciple of Bai Yujing, I will give you a sword."
Lu Fan said.
The next moment, he raised his hand, placed his slender fingers on the handguard, and moved forward slightly.
The scarlet phoenix feather sword galloped out.
The sword lingering around Jing Yue was burning.
A cloud of molten iron floated in the air.
Lu Fan's mind surged, and soon, the molten iron became narrow and long, turning into a green blade.
The sword is three feet long, with strange patterns engraved on it.
The sword floated in front of Lu Fan. With his fingers, Lu Fan flicked lightly on the tip, belly, and hilt of the sword. He flicked it three times in total. Each time, a burst of spiritual energy shook the blade.
Feng Lingjian returned to the armguard of the wheelchair.
With a wave of his hand.
Qingfeng's three-foot sword floated in front of Jing Yue.
"This is the sword given to you, the name of the sword, you take it yourself."
Lu Fan said.
"Sword, the leader of attack and attack, sword intent can help the power of the sword. I hope you will not let down this sword, can cultivate sword intent, and become a real swordsman with sword intent."
Lu Fan said.
Jing Yue's face was full of excitement, his lips were trembling.
Is this the gift that the son gave him
Looking at this beautiful sword that seemed to touch his heart, Jing Yue's outstretched hand was almost trembling.
Picking up the sword, it's like holding a lover's slender hands.
This is the first gift Jing Yue has received in his life, and it is also his favorite gift, bar none.
Where the sword is, there is the man.
Lu Fan waved his hand, and Jing Yue went down from the Baiyujing Pavilion.
He held the sword and fondled it lovingly.
suddenly.
A black shadow quietly appeared behind Jing Yue, Jing Yue's heart almost shrank in fright.
"Can I lend this sword to the old man to observe?"
The hoarse voice sounded like a grinding stone.
Jing Yue suddenly turned his head and looked around, but he couldn't see anyone. When he lowered his head, he saw a short figure.
"Gongshu... Senior?!"
Jing Yue was stunned.
He found out that this person was Gong Shuyu, the head of the cabinet of the forces under Bai Yujing's command.
Gong Shuyu held his hands behind his back, his white hair was full of twilight and old age.
His eyes were fixed on the sword in Jing Yue's hand.
It seems to have seen Jing Yue's hesitation.
"Your sword lacks a scabbard. I will give you the scabbard for this old man to observe."
Gong Shuyu spoke hoarsely.
Jing Yue smiled, and handed the sword to Gong Shuyu.
Gong Shuyu was no less excited than Jing Yue when he took the sword, as if he saw a peerless beauty, he gently stroked it with his palm.
Caressing the pattern on the sword, caressing the edge of the sword...
"As expected of a young master... the exquisiteness of this sword has won the essence of the "Refining Handbook". This is a spiritual tool, a top-ranked spiritual tool of the yellow rank!"
Gong Shuyu said.
He had read the "Artifact Refining Handbook" and learned about the division of spiritual tools in it.
He reluctantly returned the sword to Jing Yue.
"The sword is a good sword, but it still needs a lot of cultivation. The weapon is dead, but the person is alive. If the human spirit can be incorporated into the weapon, the power of the weapon will be enhanced."
"For example, Nie Zhangqing, his pig-killing knife is no longer just an ordinary pig-killing knife, because it has been nourished by other people, it may not be as good as your sword in terms of quality, but in a real fight, its power is far beyond what you can resist .”
"What is this sword called?"
Gong Shuyu said with his hands behind his back.
Jing Yue stroked the sword, with a smile on his face: "My surname is Jing, and this sword is my sky...then let's call it Jing Tian Sword."
"Sedum?"
Gong Shuyu chewed on the name of the sword and nodded slightly.
"Give me three days to make a scabbard for Sedum Sword..."
Gong Shuyu said.
Then, with strides, he took out the "Artifact Refining Handbook", and eagerly read it.
If he hadn't sensed that Lu Fan had refined a sword for Jing Yue, he wouldn't have paid attention to Jing Yue at all.
"Thank you senior!"
Jing Yue was very moved, and pursed his lips, the sword that the young master gave him was too precious.
He is indeed the son's favorite cub!
…
South County.
Tiandang Mountain.
The cold moonlight shines down.
The ancient stone ladder of Daozong is full of mottled marks.
A figure wrapped in a black robe walked slowly and climbed up to the gate of Taoist sect step by step.
On the Daping, the gatekeeper Taoist dozed off with a broom in his arms.
The footsteps of the man in black trampling on the dead leaves woke up Daotong.
Dao Tong opened his eyes and saw the figure in black robe, slightly startled.
"you… "
However, with a suppressed smile, the man in black lifted his hood, revealing a brutal and ferocious face, but there was a bit of obsequiousness on that face.
Coquettish
Daotong's heart constricted for a while, what a damn obsequiousness.
"Brave... barbarian?!"
Daotong was terrified when he saw clearly the hideous and obsequious face under the moonlight.
The man in black twirled the orchid finger lightly, and touched Daotong's eyebrows, and Daotong hugged the broom as if in a daze.
"Daozong... no, it's called Dao Pavilion now? Dao Pavilion under Bai Yujing's command?"
The man in black smiled lightly.
"Is Ti Zang the strongest combat power in this world? Qi Dan is a state of condensing Qi, and Ti Zang is similar to the 'foundation building' of our world. Unfortunately, the born Ti Zang is just a first-timer. If there are practitioners who are at the peak of body storage, it will be a little troublesome."
The black-robed man Lanhua lightly brushed his cheeks with his fingers, stroked the rough hair, and frowned in disgust.
"This filthy, repulsive husk."
"Lu Pingan, the lord of Baiyujing, is rumored to be the number one cultivator in the world. According to the strength bottleneck in this world, at most he is a mid-level foundation-building cultivator. With the power of my spiritual avatar, I should be able to deal with it, but ... It's better to be careful, first find out the reality of this person."
A hoarse, somewhat flattering laugh sounded out.
The man in black put his fingers between Xiaodaotong's eyebrows, faint fluctuations spread out, shaking the air, and Xiaodaotong fell to the ground in a daze.
Daozong, Guannei.
The candle light flickered.
On an old table of the Eight Immortals, Xie Yunling was dressed in a Taoist robe, with white temples, holding a brush, writing and drawing by candlelight. After experiencing the defeat of the island in the middle of the lake, Xie Yunling began to concentrate on studying Taoist formations.
He discovered that the Taoist formation has great potential.
If he had enough aura, he could have caused Lu Pingan more trouble in the battle on Huxin Island.
Pity.
He has too little aura.
suddenly.
The pen in Xie Yunling's hand paused slightly.
There was no wind blowing.
However, the candlelight on the table of the Eight Immortals was flickering crazily.
"who?!"
Xie Yunling suddenly raised his head, shouting loudly!
Hoarse... A somewhat obsequious laughter resounded.
But in front of the Taoist temple, there was a figure in a hooded black robe.
Xie Yunling's pupils blinked and shrank.
The man in black disappeared from the gate of the Taoist temple, and appeared behind him like a ghost. His thick fingers were pinched into orchids and placed on his shoulders.
PS: The third update is still 4,000 words, ask for a monthly ticket~
(end of this chapter)