Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Chapter 94: My son, I want you to continue talking

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This was Lu Fan's first retreat.

In one day and one night, he built a new secret realm in the [Apostle Platform], and combined the "Dragon Breeding Land" with the new secret realm.

This is a huge project that needs to be refined.

If the secret realm of Wolongling Immortal Palace can only be regarded as a small effort, then the construction of the secret realm this time is a real masterpiece.

After all, according to Lu Fan's plan, when the secret realm ends this time, practitioners who are able to enter the Tizang realm need to be born.

As for the secret realm, Lu Fan has not put it in yet, and it is still kept in the [Preaching Platform], waiting for the right time.

Opening his eyes, the breeze was blowing slowly, blowing his white shirt.

Let out a breath.

Lu Fan raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

Constructing a secret realm requires a huge amount of soul strength, especially this time to perfect a large secret realm, which made Lu Fan's mind a little hazy.

With a casual move, the bronze wine glass placed on the table carved with red cedar wood floated over.

The wine in the cup had already cooled completely, Lu Fan retreated, and Ning Zhao didn't dare to enter the hot wine.

After drinking the wine in the glass in one gulp, the cold and sour taste made Lu Fan's mind slightly clear.

Then, with a thought, a sentence came from outside the island along the wind and poured into his ears.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows.

Your Excellency Baiyu Jinglou.

Nie Changqing stood with a saber in his arms, his whole body full of saber intent.

He guards the pavilion and won't allow anyone to go over half a step, and the same is true for Ning Zhao and Yi Yue.

As for Ni Yu in the distance, he filled a bag full of pills in a sachet, and sat on the stone slab, knocking on them one by one.

The son said to let her practice while eating...

She really did.

Jing Yue was on the side, carrying the pineapple sword box, staring at Ni Yu... the pill in his hand with great resentment.

After eating the Qi Gathering Pill, Jing Yue successfully condensed his Qi and entered the Qi Pill Realm.

He couldn't forget that wonderful feeling.

suddenly.

On the island, the huge depression dissipated.

Everyone was startled, raised their heads, and looked at the second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion.

However, on the terrace, the young man in white was leaning on the railing to listen to the wind, looking at the crowd below and smiling slightly.

"Young master is out!"

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue glanced at each other, both were overjoyed.

If the young master doesn't leave the customs, Beiluo City may be in chaos.

Ning Zhao floated up to the second floor with a white skirt, and pushed the wheelchair down the pavilion.

"Young Master, the Son of Heaven came out of the Imperial Capital to see you in person, but he was stopped by us, and now he is waiting in Beiluo City..."

Ning Zhao said.

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning his elbow on the gauntlet, rubbing his temples lightly.

"I know."

Lu Fan's answer was very calm.

Ning Zhao was taken aback.

"Sister Ning, find me a fishing rod..."

Lu Fan said suddenly.

Ning Zhao was taken aback, and Nie Zhangqing, who was carrying a butcher's knife, couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Young Master, you want to go fishing?"

Nie Changqing asked.

Lu Fan nodded slightly, looking at the Beiluo Lake in front of him, the gentle breeze was blowing, and the surface of the lake was shimmering.

Beiluo Lake was the first "dragon raising place" that Lu Fan pointed out.

"Here."

Ning Zhao didn't ask too many questions, and quickly went to look for the fishing rod.

"Young master, the emperor is waiting, don't you want to see him?"

Nie Changqing asked in fluttering white clothes.

Lu Fan rubbed his temples and closed his eyes slightly.

"I'll talk about it after I finish my business, my lord."

Nie Changqing stopped talking immediately.

The atmosphere became a little quiet, only the sound of the lake wind blowing, blowing the chrysanthemum swaying in the wind in the distance.

"Crack, click..."

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded.

Lu Fan opened his eyes, his gaze moved slightly sideways, and landed on the place where the sound came from.

Ni Yu stared, and took out a sugar-coated Qi Gathering Pill from the bulging sachet, stuffed it into his mouth, bit it down, and it made a crisp sound.

That way... as if eating jelly beans.

Ni Yu was a little terrified by Lu Fan's eyes, his hands were trembling, and he took out a sugar-coated Qi Gathering Pill from the kit tremblingly.

"Grand... son... want a grain?"

The corner of Lu Fan's mouth twitched and he waved his hand.

"Eat well, eat more, remember to find a place where there is no one after eating..."

Ni Yu was slightly dazed.

soon.

Ning Zhao returns.

Lu Fan took the fishing rod. It was a very ordinary fishing rod. He pinched the curved and sharp hook, pressed his white fingers on it, and with gradual force, he actually straightened the hook and turned it into a sharp straight hook. .

"Young master... how to fish with a straight hook?"

Ning Zhao was taken aback.

Lu Fan smiled, but said nothing.

Riding alone in a lone boat, Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair on the bow of the boat, and cast out the fishing line and hook. With a bang, the hook entered the water, causing little ripples.

Nie Zhangqing, Ning Zhao, Yi Yue and others stood on the other leaf.

Wang Lu Fan was fishing in the lake with a straight-hooked fishing rod.

The Beiluo Lake was already in chaos.

Lu Changkong's face was cold, and Luo Cheng behind him stared at the officials kneeling on the ground, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Who are these dog officials scolding? Who is the demon? !

There was no movement in the emperor's chariot.

"Everyone, speak carefully."

Lu Changkong looked at the ministers who were kneeling on the ground, beating their chests and stamping their feet, and said coldly.

The old eunuch beside the emperor's chariot also snorted softly.

"A country cannot be without a king for a day. Your Majesty has been in Beiluo for two days, and the imperial capital has already made a mess of porridge."

"Now that the thieves and bandits have just retreated, and the Great Zhou Dynasty is waiting for prosperity, how could His Majesty wait here for the monster!"

"Please turn back, Your Majesty!"

A fat old man in Chinese clothes knelt down on the ground, with a big belly, crying until he burst into tears.

"How can he, Lu Pingan, make His Majesty wait like this!"

"Although Lu Ping'an has fame and fame, he is a minister, and your majesty is the emperor, and the principles of the emperor and ministers must not be messed up!"

An official of the Great Zhou Dynasty kept persuading him.

Outside Beiluo City, chariots were galloping, and smoke and dust billowed.

A chariot carrying officials entered Beiluo, and these officials wanted to persuade the emperor to turn around, and if they could be persuaded, they would naturally be famous in history.

However, the emperor in the chariot remained silent.

Only the slightly trembling carriage made the old eunuch aware of the restlessness of the people in the carriage.

Thirty miles away from the original Chicheng camp.

Mo Beike squeezed the letter in his hand, his thick eye bags trembled slightly.

"Bei Luo Lu retreated safely, the emperor stood by the lake and waited in person, all officials entered Bei Luo weeping blood to persuade you to return to Beijing..."

A faint sneer came from Mo Beike's mouth.

Tantai Xuangao sat in the first place, and Mo Ju shook his feather fan lightly, also showing a sneer.

"The officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty, a group of pedantic people, are naturally fierce in conspiracy, but if it really involves national affairs... they are just a bunch of stupid dogs." Mo Ju said mercilessly.

Tantaixuan leaned on the chair, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"What I'm fighting for now is time..."

"Xiang Shaoyun led the army to rush from Xijun, but if we are the first to enter the imperial capital and sit on the six major guards, it is tantamount to being invincible. Even if the Xiliang iron cavalry is known as the first army of the Great Zhou, there is nothing we can do."

Tantai Xuandao.

Mo Beike nodded slightly.

"The Great Zhou Imperial Capital is now equivalent to a pot of hot porridge boiling to the extreme. When it reaches the critical point, it will naturally explode..."

"Even if the emperor please move Lu Ping'an, so what?"

"The general trend of the world... is irreversible."

Mo Beike said.

Dragon Raising Land, as the name suggests, is the place where Heavenly Dragons are raised.

The island in the center of the lake was the base of Bai Yujing, and Lu Fan injected spiritual energy, which made the surrounding Beiluo Lake also smudged.

If there is any place in the world where there is a real beauty of spirit and beauty, Beiluo Lake can get one.

Besides, Beiluo Lake is used as a place to raise dragons, and the dragons raised can also guard the house, so why not do it

The dense lake air lingers on the lake.

While Lu Fan, who was fishing in a lonely boat, was in a state of mind, dense fishes gathered in the lake one after another, flapping constantly under Lu Fan's boat.

Everything has a spirit, and these swimming fish seem to feel something.

They chase straight hooks even when there is no bait on them.

But the hook was like the most delicious thing in the world, attracting them.

Lu Fan was very calm, one side was arranging the situation, and the other side was holding the fishing rod.

No matter how the fish in the middle of the lake chased, the fishing rod remained motionless.

The mist is getting thicker.

The lone boat and the boy in white were blurred.

Ning Zhao, Nie Zhangqing and others could no longer see Lu Fan's figure clearly.

for a long time.

The splashing of swimming fish stopped.

Lu Fan's faint voice came from the thick fog.

"Sister Ning, let the emperor come over..."

On the boat, Ning Zhao's blue hair was blown by the wind.

She flicked her blue silk behind her ears, and parted her red lips lightly, "Here."

After that, Ningzhao walked lightly with lotus steps, and the white embroidered shoes rippled on the surface of the lake. It was like this, stepping on the surface of the lake towards the lakeside.

After Ning Zhao left.

Lu Fan, who was in the mist, seemed to be thinking for a while.

He opened his mouth again and said, "Old Nie, Yiyue..."

"exist."

Yi Yue hurriedly bowed, and Nie Zhangqing cupped his hands with the knife in his hand.

"Northern Luofei Imperial Capital, we can't let them talk nonsense."

"But son, I have a good temper, let them continue talking..."

Lu Fan's faint voice came, accompanied by the sound of falling.

Yi Yue and Nie Zhangqing squinted their eyes.

The two left by boat.

In the middle of the lake, only Lu Fan's lone boat was rippling.

On the shore of Beiluo Lake.

Ning Zhao stepped on the surface of the lake, coming lightly like an exiled immortal.

Many officials were stunned, and the curses were slightly abrupt.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty welcomes you."

Ning Zhao stood on the lake, bowing slightly.

In the emperor's chariot, Yu Wenxiu suddenly lifted the curtain, and excitement flashed in his eyes.

The old eunuch helped Yu Wenxiu out of the chariot and boarded the boat that had been prepared.

"Your Majesty can't!"

"Don't be bewitched by the demon! The demon will disrupt the country! Great Zhou is about to perish!"

"This son of Lu Ping'an is really hateful! This son has wronged the country! He has wronged the country!"

The ministers cried and howled, beating their chests and stamping their feet.

Ning Zhao watched indifferently.

On the boat, Yu Wenxiu clenched her fists and her face was red.

The old eunuch flicked his whisk in the dust, his face was extremely ugly, these guys saw that His Majesty was weak... they got worse, they made an inch of it!

suddenly.

In the misty lake.

A lone boat came at high speed, raising white water waves, like white snakes churning.

Yi Yue and Nie Zhangqing jumped out of the lone boat and landed firmly before those kneeling ministers.

Yu Wenxiu, who boarded the ship, was startled and turned her head.

The old eunuch flicked the whisk in his hand, with... murderous intent!

Nie Changqing's white robe fluttered in the wind.

The butcher's knife held in his arms flew out and turned into a black awn. It was so fast that it swept past a minister who was beating his chest and stamping his feet, and angrily scolded the monster.

"Pfft."

Blood spattered three feet.

The cursing stopped abruptly.

The butcher's knife bleeds, making them feel cold all over.

Nie Zhangqing controlled the butcher's knife to turn slowly, with a twitch of the corner of his mouth, he said flatly:

"Young Master has a good temper, he asked you to continue talking..."

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(end of this chapter)