In the yard, it was very quiet, and the fallen leaves fluttered gently under the blowing of the wind.
"Last year and today in this courtyard, people's faces are complemented by peach blossoms..."
Looking at this beautiful picture, Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, and couldn't help but tap on the handguard with his fingers, half-smiling.
"Ahem..."
Lu Fan's voice was not concealed, and everyone couldn't help but look weird.
Mo Tianyu coughed, and there was a hint of anger in his feeble voice: "Put... let me down!"
Jing Yue carried the pineapple sword box on his back and landed in the yard, smiling freely.
"If you want me to let you down, you should have said it earlier. If you didn't say it earlier, how would I know to let you down?"
"You man, you want to save face and suffer. Are you standing still? Young Master asked me to hug you. Do you think I rarely hug you?"
"You want me to let you down, but don't hug me so tightly."
Jing Yue chattered endlessly, said.
Mo Tianyu's face turned red for a while, because he was angry.
His chapped lips muttered, trying to say something.
However, Jing Yue suddenly let go.
With a "snap", Mo Tianyu landed on his buttocks, and the fall was... solid.
"Okay, okay, Tianyu, apologize to Ping An, we should go back to Beijing."
The national teacher put his hands in the sleeves of the toga and said.
On the ground, the half-dead Mo Tianyu stood up staggeringly, and he felt a piercing pain in every part of his body.
He wasn't dead, he thought he was going to die.
The moment when Lu Fan was suppressed by spiritual pressure, the moment when he could not control his own life, the moment when he was wandering between death.
Helplessness and fear destroyed his pride.
Mo Tianyu lowered his eyes, raised his hands tremblingly, folded his bloody hands, and bowed towards Lu Fan.
"The crime of Tianyu is an unforgivable crime. For Master's sake, I beg... Young Master Lu to forgive me."
Mo Tianyu took a deep breath, blood rushed into his throat, making him feel a little bit bitter.
In the wheelchair, Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand, and rested the other on the thin woolen blanket covering his legs.
The wind blew, blowing Lu Fan's black hair, and his temples fluttered slightly on his forehead.
"Go back and learn your skills from Master, and... don't tell anyone casually."
"Sangua, you are really not suitable."
Lu Fan said.
Mo Tianyu's body trembled, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if a dagger had been stabbed in his heart.
"Thank you, Young Master Lu, for reminding me."
Mo Tianyu bowed again.
The national teacher was a little surprised when he saw Mo Tianyu's appearance. It was indeed beyond his expectation that the once proud Mo Tianyu could make such a low profile.
It was as if he recognized himself as a disciple for the first time.
It seems that the loss this time is not a bad thing for Mo Tianyu.
The national teacher left.
Taking Mo Tianyu, who was covered in injuries all over his body, into a five-horse carriage and galloped out of Beiluo City.
For this trip to Beiluo City, the national teacher is quite satisfied.
Lu Fan's strength made him understand what a real godsend is.
Of course, he also learned the new name from Lu Fan, practitioner.
The national teacher had a hunch that perhaps, the world in the future... would be the world of practitioners.
However, this is also an opportunity for Da Zhou to come back.
The national teacher was very relieved of Lu Fan. He didn't see ambition in Lu Fan, or in other words... a mere Zhou dynasty couldn't bear Lu Fan's ambition.
Therefore, he was very satisfied with the trip.
What he was most worried about was that Lu Fan would covet the imperial power, like the thirteen princes, gather a large army, and divide the Great Zhou.
If this is the case, then Da Zhou may really have no hope.
…
Outside Beiluo City, on the endless plain.
The sound of horseshoes exploded, raising a clamor that soared into the sky.
The five-horse carriage, inside the carriage, was rickety.
The national teacher was sitting cross-legged, while Mo Tianyu was recuperating on his back. He stared at the roof of the carriage and remained silent.
"Tian Yu, do you have hatred in your heart?"
The national teacher said slowly.
Looking at Mo Tianyu on the roof of the carriage, his expression was a little dull.
"At first I hated it, hated it to the bone, but... being buried in the ground like a year, the students no longer hated it, and even felt a little grateful."
Mo Tianyu said in a hoarse voice.
There was a look of surprise on the wrinkled face of the national teacher.
"oh?"
"you've changed."
Mo Tianyu pulled the corner of his mouth.
"Walking between life and death, people can always think through a lot and realize a lot."
"Back then, my heart was higher than the sky. Except for my master, no one in the world looked at me. In fact... it's a bit ridiculous."
"Not to mention the young master of Beiluolu and the masters of the hundred families, Xiang Shaoyun, the overlord of the western county, and Jiang Li, the drunken dragon city, are beyond my comparison. , it's kind of ridiculous."
Mo Tianyu said slowly.
In the carriage, the smile on the face of the national teacher became more and more intense, he raised his hand to support his long beard, and his face was warm.
"It's not too late for you to realize this."
"Listen to your words, you still have a standard for dividing the heroes of the world in your heart, can you tell the teacher?"
The national teacher laughed.
The disciple can see through Linglong's heart, so he is naturally happy.
Mo Tianyu's eyes rolled, and he regained some vitality. He struggled to sit up from the carriage.
"The ranking of the heroes in the disciple's heart is not counted among the masters of the hundred schools."
"The leader should be the Overlord of the West County, born with supernatural power, invincible in martial arts, a great master of martial arts, and overwhelming the world."
"Secondly, Mo Shougui, Mo Shougui, the son of Mo Beike, discards the dross of a hundred schools of thought, accepts the essence of a hundred schools of thought, and is magnificent."
"Thirdly, Li Sansi, the number one Taoist, rode a green ox and a wooden sword, defeated two thousand cavalry from Xirong, and recovered the three border cities."
Mo Tianyu let out a breath and said.
The national teacher nodded with a smile on his face.
"Of course, now..."
Mo Tianyu looked out the window of the carriage, at the end of the plain, where there was a vertical smoke, and said slowly.
"Among the top three, there must be Beiluolu Ping'an."
The national teacher also looked out the window.
Mo Tianyu's words were not denied.
It's just that he remembered that Luo Zi on the island in the middle of the lake was like Lu Fan who was embracing the situation of the mountains and rivers.
He stroked his beard lightly, but the smile on his face became more and more meaningful.
Just a seat
The carriage roared.
A round of red sun sinking in the west is like a girl's shy red face, reflecting the crimson glow, pulling the figure of the carriage on the plain for a long time.
…
Night is approaching.
The bright moon hangs high in the sky, shining coldly and brilliantly.
Beiluo City, Lu Mansion.
Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, playing with the pearl hairpin in his hand, under the moonlight, his complexion was like jade, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he was as graceful as an exile.
Ning Zhao and Yi Yue stood tall and graceful behind Lu Fan.
Ni Yu was carrying the chessboard with an aggrieved face in the distance, and under the guidance of Nie Zhangqing, he was taking substandard horse steps.
Jing Yue looked at Ni Yu gloatingly.
In the small pond, fish flicked their tails, causing little ripples.
"Sister Ning, Lao Nie..."
Lu Fan opened his mouth slowly.
Nie Zhangqing came over and said together with Ning Zhao, "My lord, what are your orders?"
"Wolongling Immortal Fate Secret Realm, you should also know about it?"
Lu Fan said.
Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao trembled physically and mentally.
"This is a huge opportunity for you... If all the heroes of the world gather at Wolong Ridge, how sure are you of winning the opportunity?"
Lu Fan played with the white jade chess pieces and said slowly.
Nie Zhangqing pondered for a while, and then bitterness and despair flashed in his eyes.
"Not sure."
Nie Zhangqing said.
Ning Zhao was also a little helpless, because what Nie Zhangqing said was the truth.
"If the young master kisses, I must be very sure, but we... are still too weak compared to all the heroes in the world."
"The Overlord of the Western Commandery, Xiang Shaoyun was able to smash the Grandmaster at the age of six, and now he has reached the realm of the Great Grandmaster. It is not known how strong he is, at least... Even if Changqing has the Sword Control Art, he is not his opponent. "
Ning Zhao remained silent, even Nie Zhangqing was no match, let alone her.
Even if she realized the young master's spiritual pressure, but in the face of the absolute difference in strength, her spiritual pressure would not have any effect at all.
"In addition to Xiang Shaoyun, there are also Mo Shougui of the Mo family, Li Sansi of the Taoist sect, and Ximen Xianzhi of the sword sect... If these people all go, we will have no chance."
Nie Changqing said truthfully.
The moon is full of shadows.
Lu Fan was in a wheelchair, and Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.
However, Lu Fan's sudden silence made them feel a little uneasy.
After a long time, Lu Fan smiled.
"interesting."
Then, he raised his hand. Under the moonlight, Lu Fan's palm was like colored glaze.
Yaoyao pointed his finger in the direction of the island in the middle of the lake.
While the mind was surging, he activated the permission [Spiritual Qi Release], and released 100 strands of spiritual energy into the island in the middle of the lake, so that the concentration of spiritual energy in the island in the middle of the lake suddenly reached 10,000 strands under a hundred-fold increase.
Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao felt something in their hearts, and looked in the direction of the island in the middle of the lake in shock.
However, in the dark night, there seemed to be meteors falling from the sky, surrounding the island in the middle of the lake.
The aura in their bodies is uncontrollably agitated.
On the wheelchair, Lu Fan clapped his hands and smiled lightly.
"Go, go to the island in the middle of the lake, before the secret realm of Wolong Ridge opens... at least raise my cultivation base to the ninth-level Qidan realm."
"The roc rises with the same wind in one day, and it soars up to 90,000 miles."
"Among all the heroes in the world, how could my disciple Bai Yujing be missing?"
(end of this chapter)