The painted boat is a magical weapon named Zhuiyunfu, forged by a monk from Xuanlong who was in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.
Unlike Taifu's Qingrui Lantern and Qin Fangtian's sword box, Zhuiyun Mansion is not a treasure that is worth life and death. Originally, its owner failed in the tribulation and died, and a passing Xuanlong tribulation cultivator picked up the broken magic weapon and recast it into its current appearance.
Because it is a recast version, its effectiveness is not as good as before, and its offense and defense are very average. It is usually used for official reception of distinguished guests.
The shape of the Zhuiyun Mansion can be changed, such as a shuttle, a fortress, a temple... It can be transformed into whatever the guests like. Zhao Wuxie insisted on his own opinion and was sure that Lu Bei was a lecher, so he catered to his preferences and turned the Zhuiyun Mansion into a painted boat.
As a magical weapon of the Tribulation Crossing Stage, Zhuiyun Mansion had already been seriously damaged and was unable to participate in the Tribulation Crossing Stage battles. It could only show off its power in the Fusion Stage.
A few days ago, Mu Lichen chased Zhao Wuxie in the numerous spaces. Following the cautious principle of cultivating immortals, he secretly carved several sword talismans.
Not many, just eighty-eight sixty-four, to ensure that he could always sense one and use it as the coordinates to sneak into the painting ship.
I don’t mean anything else. It’s Mu Lichen’s personal habit to think three steps ahead and like to ambush everything he does.
How could Lu Bei tell the truth when it comes to his own master? He sent Zhao Wuyou away like this and told her to hurry up and go to the front line to take up her mission.
I haven't gained any experience for a long time, and I have no energy to do anything. Even the long legs of cutting red yeast rice are not interesting anymore.
This disease can only be cured by experience.
Zhao Wuyou couldn't understand how Lu Bei could go back, so he contacted Zhao Wuxie immediately. He told them that he couldn't go to Gushan anymore, at least not before coaxing Lu Bei away.
Lu Bei had been craving for experience for several days, so how could he do as she wished? He just pushed her against the pillar.
"Sister Zhao, this Sect Master is doing this for your own good. If you don't consider yourself, you should also consider your father. You don't want him to be unable to rest in peace in his grave, do you?"
"Master Lu, if you really want good for me, you shouldn't force me to go to the northern frontier. If anything happens to you, Wu Zhou will certainly not let it go. Wuyou can't afford to pay for this with his life." Zhao Wuyou refused to agree.
"This sect master will just take a look. No one will die if he doesn't go in."
"You can't even look at it. Gushan is a strategic military base. Sect Leader Lu is from Wu Zhou. If I take you there, you will be punished by military law and your life will be in jeopardy."
"Let's negotiate!"
Lu Bei leaned closer and used his tried-and-true beauty trick to whisper in her ear, "Sister Zhao, take me to Lonely Mountain and I'll make your wish come true. I guarantee you'll complete the task in one night. How do you think?"
Zhao Wuyou was so angry that he laughed: "Sect Master Lu, you signed a written agreement last time, but you went back on your word!"
"Last time was last time, this time is this time, people change."
Lu Bei gritted his teeth and said, "Give me a chance. I had no choice before, but now I want to be a man of my word."
No means no. Zhao Wuyou would not agree to anything unless Lu Bei fulfilled his promise in advance and delivered the goods on site, otherwise there would be no room for negotiation.
She was sure that Lu Bei was not a lecher, not to mention this time, but also next time.
As expected, the two of them were pulling each other on the spot, and Lu Bei suggested giving half first, that is, touching the little hand, and then waiting for Gushan to give the other half.
It was obvious that she was not sincere, and Zhao Wuyou was even more unwilling to agree. In desperation, Lu Bei had to use the same old trick again: "Sister Zhao, where is Gushan City? I can send someone to inquire about it. I want to go there, and you can't stop me. As I said, why don't you lead me there? In case I want to do something against the will of heaven and earth, such as colluding with the demon tribe to open the border gate, you can send the news in time."
Zhao Wuyou just pretended not to hear. She was full of moral integrity and would not question matters of principle. If Lu Bei wanted to go to Gushan, he could go by himself. There was no point in asking her to lead the way.
At this moment, the water mirror suddenly opened, and Zhao Wuxie's figure slowly emerged.
Lu Bei pressed Zhao Wuyou against the pillar, and the two of them were pulling and tugging at each other. From his perspective, it seemed that it was Lu Bei who pressed Zhao Wuyou against the pillar, and was pushing him back and forth.
Tsk, the mission was completed fairly well, how can there be no progress at all!
Zhao Wuxie opened his folding fan to cover the corners of his mouth that were gradually rising. When the two people who were struggling heard the sound, they both loosened their hands and feet and straightened their slightly messy clothes.
"Brother Zhao, what a coincidence, you are here too?" Lu Bei greeted him with a smile without blushing or breathing heavily.
"Please forgive me for disturbing your pleasure."
Zhao Wuxie smiled faintly, and without waiting for Zhao Wuyou to explain, he said directly: "It's okay, Sect Master Lu is resourceful, and I have to be extra careful when dealing with him. It's not surprising that you didn't notice that he suddenly left and came back."
Having said that, he smiled at Lu Bei again.
After hearing Zhao Wuyou's report, Lu Bei suddenly left and returned to Wu Zhou, Zhao Wuxie became confused and wondered what was wrong. Although he didn't know Lu Bei's purpose, he judged him by himself and guessed that Lu Bei had not gone far.
Sure enough, the person was found out at the first try.
On the other side, Zhao Wuyou explained the reason why Lu Bei went back. Zhao Wuxie was stunned and asked in surprise: "Sect Master Lu, you want to go to the front line of Lonely Mountain... But for the Demonic Evil, one of the Three Evils?"
"Yes and no."
Lu Bei said bluntly: "I did have the idea of competing with the three evils before, but after hearing about Xuanlong's national conditions, the idea faded. I just want to find a few big monsters to hone my immortal sword intent."
It’s a good thing. There’s no reason for the thugs who don’t want money to refuse it.
Zhao Wuxie pondered for a moment. He was not worried that Lu Bei was colluding with the demon clan. If that was the case, Jian Xiong Gu Du would have died long ago. But think about Lu Bei's status as the leader of the Tianjian Sect. Not only is he the apple of the eye of the Wu Zhou Zhu family, he is also a forbidden delicacy that no other country can get involved in. If others want to have a taste of it, they have to do it secretly. It's blatant to drag him to the front line...
Free is the most expensive.
Zhao Wuxie shook his head slightly. He couldn't make the decision on this matter. He asked Lu Bei to wait for a while and then came back online after a while.
After confirmation, the higher-ups nodded and agreed to Lu Bei's visit to Gushan, but let me make it clear that all actions were Lu Bei's personal decision and had nothing to do with Xuanlong officials.
This must be made clear, otherwise if something unexpected happens, I won’t be able to accept the red envelopes from Wu Zhou next year.
Lu Bei nodded repeatedly. Life and death are determined by fate. My fate is in my own hands. If he dies, it is entirely his own fault. Xuan Long does not have to bear any responsibility.
The two sides made a verbal agreement. Lu Bei promised not to cause trouble on the front line, and Zhao Wuxie promised not to use him as cannon fodder. Both of them ended the call with satisfaction.
After Zhao Wuxie left, Lu Bei turned around and patted Zhao Wuyou on the shoulder: "I gave you a chance but you didn't use it. If you had agreed to this Sect Master just now, I would be yours tonight."
Zhao Wuyou spat lightly, not believing Lu Bei's nonsense.
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In the northern border of Xuanlong, the vast mountains are undulating like a dragon, with countless towering trees hundreds of feet high, stretching as far as the eye can see, and the mountains are steep and rugged with strange rocks.
It is hazy, the mountains are not mountains, the water is not water, and it is shrouded in mystery all year round.
From afar, one can see evil clouds turning into dragons soaring into the sky, hovering in the dark sky. In this isolated place, occasionally an unknown strange bird is startled and lets out a long cry.
Across the vast mountain range, a black mountain rises from the ground, with a radius of less than three hundred miles. It is like an ant trying to shake a tree and is not worth mentioning.
But it was this solitary mountain that, like a nail, pressed down the endless evil clouds, bringing their encroaching momentum to an abrupt halt, erecting a barrier in the sky and clearly dividing the sky on both sides.
On one side, there are evil clouds rolling, and on the other side, there are light clouds and a gentle breeze.
Lonely Mountain City.
A city built on a mountain will stand for a thousand years.
There are 8,000 defenders in Gushan City, and the full strength in wartime is 12,000. There are also 180,000 civilians, merchants, and monks in the city. There is a road 500 miles behind. Once the city is captured, the demon clan can move south.
The eight thousand defenders practiced the battle formation method of the human race's holy land, the 'Blood Battle Flag'. This method is intended to stimulate blood like a dragon, and the body is tempered thousands of times. The formation can form an army with great power. It is inherited from the military formation method of ancient Daxia, and can only be used by the big countries in the north.
The defenders are shields and the monks are swords.
The most famous sword here belongs to Tu Yuan, one of the three evil spirits in Chiyun Palace.
However, a single city called Gushan is not enough to resist tens of millions of monsters.
There are dozens of cities in the northern border of Xuanlong, each of which is an important military town, dotted with lonely stars, connected like a dragon, and where the golden light is, that is the dragon vein of Xuanlong's national destiny.
That’s right, Xuanlong moved the dragon vein of destiny to the front line.
Using the dragon vein as the foundation of the formation, dozens of nails were driven in to block the demon clan's ambition to move south.
If it were another country, this suicidal behavior of putting one's weapons at the enemy's door would be a textbook way of seeking death and would be absolutely impossible.
The dragon of fortune in every family is a treasure. For example, the thousand-year-old Yiliang Dynasty hid the dragon vein in a secret realm for fear that the enemy would find its weak spot.
Although Yiliang was destroyed, that was just bad luck. Big countries like Wu Zhou, Qi and Yan all did the same as Yiliang, hiding their ancestral dragon veins and never exposing them easily until the country was destroyed and the clan was exterminated.
Xuanlong had no choice. Compared with the continuous invasions by the demon clan, he was generally on the defensive and the initiative was on the demon clan's side.
If we don't move the dragon vein that is at the bottom of the box, we will not be able to withstand the long battle line.
But from a long-term perspective, although this move was a helpless choice of burning one's boats, it was also a brilliant move. Thousands of years have passed to prove that Xuanlong's luck has never declined, and he has become stronger and stronger with each battle, and he was so golden that Wu Zhou could only drool.
Digging deeper into the reasons, the white-haired people of the Zhao family gambled everything, dying with the country and coexisting with the people. More than ten emperors were torn apart by the demons on the northern frontier. With the support of the people, the country is sailing smoothly. How can it be possible for the country's fortune to decline day by day
Qing Qian should be thankful that the object of his restoration was Wu Zhou. If it was Xuan Long, everyone in the city was obsessed with white hair. He would have been disgusted to death by everyone's spitting before he could even shout out the slogan of rebellion.
…
The clouds and mist dispersed, revealing the hundred-foot-long city wall, which was mottled with nicks and scratches everywhere. Amidst the vastness and sadness, there was another powerful aura that stood tall.
Lu Bei looked up, his eyes slightly narrowed, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and he saw the scales and claws of a golden dragon. He compared them with Yiliang's silly dragon, and it was obvious who was the older brother.
"After entering the city, please, Sect Master Lu, be more restrained. Senior Tu Yuan is not someone who is easy to talk to." Zhao Wuyou requested, no, begged.
According to the 150+ girl's intuition, if these two meet, there is a high probability that they will fight.