"He is not easy to talk to. Does that mean this Sect Master is easy to talk to?"
Lu Bei snorted. Seeing Zhao Wuyou's mournful look, he raised his hand and stroked the white fur. "I'm just teasing you. After all, this is your Xuanlong territory. I will restrain myself a little."
“Ahem.”
There was a light cough behind him, and Lu Bei decisively withdrew his hand and rubbed it on his clothes.
Gushan City covers an area of 300 miles. The southern part is where 180,000 people live, and the northern part is a military camp. There are also caves where monks gather, including Taoists, demons, monsters, and Buddhists. There is a harmony in the chaos.
Of course, the players' hands have also reached here.
Due to the difficult living environment, mainly because there are too few low-level tasks and the serious imbalance in the methods of advancement, except for a very small number of players who are still persisting, most of them deleted their accounts and started over, and were reborn somewhere else.
Xiao Fengxian followed behind Lu Bei and found everything new to her. With his level, if he joined the garrison of Gushan City, the three resurrection missions every week would not be enough.
Because Xiao Fengxian found everything new and looked like a new arrival, Lu Bei looked indifferent and looked around with a look that said "it's nothing".
There was nothing interesting to see at the market. Merchants came and went frequently, counting goods on carts, with money and goods being exchanged between the two sides. The goods were then put into Qiankun bags. There was also a group of monks running orders, delivering the raw materials of the demon tribe on the front lines to the factories in the rear.
The factory was not in Gushan City. The people here were only responsible for rough processing such as skinning and bleeding. Lu Bei knew exactly where the factory was, but he didn't ask a single question.
But soon, he realized something was wrong and gave a look to his personal bodyguard and full-time secretary.
Zhan Hongqu received Lu Bei's voice transmission and asked in confusion: "Junior Sister Wuyou, how come there are so many demon cultivators in Gushan City? Aren't you afraid..."
The rest of the words were not said, which may hurt feelings, but the meaning is clear.
Zhao Wuyou did not riddle anyone and explained directly that Xuanlong had suffered greatly from the invasion of the demon race. There was no shortage of cultivators with demon blood in the territory, and their number was extremely large, far exceeding the proportion of Wu Zhou, Xiong Chu and other countries.
This is the general environment and no one can do anything about it.
As for the loyalty of the demon cultivators, there is no need to question it.
First of all, the essence of demon cultivators is human, not demon.
Secondly, Xuanlong has its own national conditions. The hatred between the demon cultivators and the demon clan is no less than that between other cultivators.
And because the demon cultivators pretending to be demons are more concealed, they are often used as the main force of surprise attacks. They have a very good reputation in Xuanlong. They are not the kind of weirdos who have been looked down upon since childhood and have to defend their country when they grow up.
The last of the three evil spirits is the demon.
Lu Bei nodded secretly after listening to this. Speaking of cultivators with demon blood, he thought of Jian Xiong Dugu. This fellow had been fighting bloody battles for many years, and the human blood in his body was contaminated by the demon blood and lost its original source. He also developed strange magical powers that made his body immortal and his soul immortal, which was more or less related to the demon cultivators.
A few people talked as they walked, away from the gathering place, and arrived at the border of the military camp.
When some guards came forward to question him, Zhao Wuyou showed his token. After receiving the order, the guards confirmed the identities of the people traveling with him and then let them pass.
Lu Bei took the opportunity to take a few glances. Each soldier was wearing heavy black armor, with thick-backed straight swords about 1.2 meters long on their waists. They had strong physiques and were very powerful. At first glance, they were veteran soldiers on the battlefield.
Even if Wu Zhou was put in charge, she could at most be a centurion and could only guard the gate in Xuanlong.
Oh, there is no door, just a fence keeper.
As everyone was passing through the wide road, Lu Bei saw from afar three rows of weapons similar to catapults. They were all cultivated to the level of immortals, and the enemy was a demon clan. Ordinary catapults would be laughed at by the demon clan for not being full if they were used on the battlefield, so these three rows of catapults were all made by cultivators, and the materials and shells were very particular.
Similar to the Pogang Crossbow of Xuanyinsi, it is driven by magic power and is very powerful. It is either a magic weapon or a magic weapon.
…
The garrison camp, Blackstone Palace.
A portal opened, leading to the gloomy world of Black Mountain's sharp blades and solid walls.
A man stood on the top of the mountain. He was tall and strong, wearing a black armor. There was a unicorn spewing mist on his chest, and animal claws clasped on his shoulders. He had two handsome eyebrows slanting and a majestic appearance. Judging from his white hair, he should be a member of the Zhao family.
The only flaw was a claw mark and a broken eyebrow, which was deeply embedded in the left half of the face. The left eye socket was sunken and the eyeball was bulging. The almost 100-point appearance was deducted 50 points, directly below the passing line.
The man was indeed a member of the Zhao family. His surname was Zhao and his name was Fangce. He held a high position in Xuanlong, serving as the Grand Marshal of the Army and also as the emperor.
The suit of armor he was wearing was called Iron Kirin. It was a sacred weapon passed down from the Zhao family. It had been used since the founding of the country. Only the Grand Marshal could wear it, not the emperor.
On one side, two tall men were kneeling on the ground, and a little girl who was only about 1.2 meters tall was standing. At first glance, it seemed as if there were three people kneeling.
There is nothing much to describe about the two big men. They are big and strong with ferocious eyes. Their names are Sanyi and Sanliu respectively. They are the imperial guards beside the emperor and are responsible for self-destructing at critical moments.
Just talking about the little girl, she has bright eyes and white teeth, is radiant, and has a lively look in her eyes. Her skin is like porcelain and her lips are like cherry blossoms. She is a standard beauty.
Body shape...
I can only say that if you don't look carefully, you can't tell the front and back.
The evil demon, Tu Yuan.
There are three evil spirits in Chiyun Palace. The Sword Evil is a reckless man who only knows how to chop people and goes berserk from time to time. He is a double-edged sword; the Demon Evil is a loner who keeps few words and wanders among the mountains in the northern border. He rarely shows up.
The evil demon Tu Yuan is an exception. He understands military law, has foresight, and is considered the only one among the three who can speak human language.
"Your Majesty, you agreed to stay for three days, so why are you still refusing to leave? You must know that a gentleman never jokes. If you talk nonsense, you will be struck by lightning." Tu Yuan counted on his fingers, just wanting to get rid of Zhao Fangce as soon as possible.
The emperor is too troublesome. If he dies in Gushan City, she will be unlucky too.
Thirty-one and Thirty-six said nothing, but just stared at Tu Yuan with wide eyes, breathing heavily through their nostrils, maintaining the last dignity of the imperial guards.
Zhao Fangce didn't take it seriously. He was used to the way the monks of Chiyun Palace spoke. He frowned and said, "Did you find out the information you found?"
"No, I don't have time to check."
Tu Yuan shook his head and added, "I asked Dugu to check. He went deep into the Shiwan Mountains. I think he will get some results."
Zhao Fangce remained silent. Everyone in Xuanlong knew who Jian Xiong Dugu was. If he was asked to go out on business, he would most likely get lost for three years, and someone would have to be sent to find him.
"Your Majesty, Lu Li's bloodline has extraordinary magical powers. If you insist on seeking revenge on him, I'm afraid you will be in great danger."
Tu Yuan said tactfully: "In my opinion, it is better to hide from him for 200 years, and then go and grab his eyeballs and step on them. Maybe, he will be killed by me before you come out of seclusion."
After saying this, it’s just a laugh.
Zhao Fangce was not happy. He looked at Tu Yuan indifferently. His condescending gaze was extremely oppressive. Tu Yuan smiled and then fell silent. He lowered his head and stepped on the ground with his toes, as if he was preparing to carve out a three-bedroom and one-living-room apartment.
"I am not looking for revenge on Lu Li."
"Is this true? Your Majesty, the scar on your face has been there for thirty years."
"… "
Zhao Fangce was silent again. As a mature Emperor of Xuanlong, he chose not to argue with Tu Yuan and said slowly, "Before Wufeng City was captured, the defender Zhao Fangjin died for his country. I ordered people to investigate and recently there was a result. This matter was secretly planned by Lu Li, and he also dispatched four demon generals under his command."
"Your Majesty means..."
"Lu Li doesn't do meaningless things. The fall of Windless City is already strange. There must be another hidden story. I can't think of it, and I don't dare to think about it deeply. I give you two days to find Lu Li's hiding place."
"Your Majesty, two days is a bit too hasty, it will take at least three days..."
"I gave you three days before."
"If your majesty had told me earlier, I wouldn't have wasted three days. Also, why don't you hand this matter over to someone else? Isn't the birdman good? He is the fastest."
Tu Yuan rubbed his temples with a headache, and said after a while: "By the way, Your Majesty, Zhao Wuxie recommended a general to me. She is the only daughter of Zhao Fangjin, the commander of Wufeng City. Do you want to meet her?"
“No need.”
Zhao Fangce's expression remained unchanged, as if he had thought of something, and he spoke: "He has also reported this to me. Several other people accompanied the lieutenant to Gushan City. One of them is named Lu Bei, the leader of Wu Zhou Tianjian Sect. He has inherited the immortal sword intent and is very sharp. The sword villain Dugu was once defeated by him."
"I understand. Xuanlong is our territory."
Tu Yuan patted his chest and said, "I'll go and teach him a lesson later. Why did he have to choose the surname Lu? Don't you know that our Emperor Xuanlong doesn't get along with people with the surname Lu? In my opinion, he was the one who deliberately provoked me first, and I was the one who protected the national prestige later."
"I didn't say that."
Zhao Fangce said calmly, "Your general Wuyou was once an official in the palace. Zhao Wuxie asked me for permission and then took her away from the palace. He wanted to seduce Lu Bei of the Heavenly Sword Sect with her beauty and leave the Immortal Sword Master bloodline for Xuanlong. So far, she has not made any achievements."
"No way! Zhao Fangjin died for his country, but he actually used his daughter to seduce the Wu Zhou monks and even came to their house. Have we in Xuanlong become so despicable?" Tu Yuan picked his ears and looked at Zhao Fangce with disgust.
"You don't understand the value of the Immortal Sword Intent. Qi Li Jing is invincible for a lifetime, but it's not as simple as it sounds."
Zhao Fangce ignored the disgusted look and said coldly: "I'll give you a task. Delay Lu Bei. If necessary, use some unconventional means to keep his bloodline."
"Okay, okay, you are the emperor, I will listen to you..."
Tu Yuan shrugged, and halfway through his words, he suddenly realized something was wrong, and raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, this unlucky guy who carried out the mission, I mean the candidate who left the bloodline, couldn't it be me?"
"You can't. Your evil thoughts are too strong. If you inherit the bloodline of the Immortal Sword Master, you will only give birth to a defective product."
"Haha, Your Majesty is really good at talking!"
Tu Yuan curled her lips, saying that she would make sure this matter would be foolproof and she guaranteed that by this time next year, no, ten months later, Zhao Wuyou would give birth to a little white-haired boy with the blood of the Immortal Sword Master.
"By the way, Your Majesty, since the Immortal Sword Intent is so powerful, will the little white hair still be white?"
"I am also very curious."