Lu Bei didn't know what Ying Long was thinking. With the atmosphere at this point, he decisively continued the topic: "Brother Ying Long, to be honest, I am very passionate about refining equipment. Ever since I embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, I have dreamed of becoming a top-notch refining master in the world of cultivating immortals. Unfortunately, I have a very good aptitude and understanding, and I can learn anything, so I have not been able to achieve my wish until now."
As he said this, he beat his chest and stamped his feet, saying that the swordsmanship had misled him.
Yinglong didn't even bother to look at such shameless person, just waved his hand and sent him away.
Suddenly, he thought of something, and a strange light flashed in the paper figurine's eyes: "I already understand your thoughts. Wait for a few days, and I will not let you down."
What do you know? I haven’t said anything yet!
Yinglong did not give Lu Bei a chance to talk nonsense. He waved his hand and moved on to the last topic. He pointed at the forest of steles and the black-patterned masks all over the ground and asked him to refine them himself.
After saying this, he logged off the spot, and his paper clone also quickly self-immolated.
Lu Bei: “…”
He hid his hand in his sleeve and raised a finger, then looked down at the black-patterned masks scattered all over the ground.
Not one was found.
He seemed to be thinking about something, then slapped his hand, shattering the nearest stone tablet.
As Lu Bei watched in astonishment, the stone tablet that was supposed to be an illusion materialized into a mask, which was exactly the black-patterned mask he had worn before.
The black-patterned mask has little defensive power and its usage is very simple. Apart from concealing the true face from others, it has no other magical powers.
But just this one use is enough to conceal the secrets of heaven. Even a Mahayana cultivator like Han Miaojun, who is skilled in divination, cannot figure out what kind of face is under the mask.
Lu Bei picked up the black-patterned mask and recalled every time he comprehended the Heavenly Book and saw the Forest of Steles. He had many associations, but no matter how he thought about it, he could not get a good result.
Apparently, there was something wrong with the mask.
After pondering for a moment, he decided to throw his mask to Gu Zongchen and keep the one in his hand for Tu Yuan.
With the protection of the unity of heaven and man, he is the illegitimate son of heaven. He can change his shape freely without a mask, and others cannot tell whether he is real or fake.
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After leaving the Forest of Steles, Lu Bei replenished his body in Changming Mansion and ate some delicacies offered by his bootlicker.
In his spare time, he watched a fashion show by Butler Yu. As expected of someone who came out of the palace, Butler Yu was able to draw inferences from one instance to another, comprehend the true essence of the fairy style, and learn to design his own styles.
Every move is of masterful quality. Every thin suit is at the forefront of Lu Bei's fashion. No, it is at the forefront of fashion.
After being delayed in Changming Prefecture for two days, Lu Bei was unable to wait for Zhu Qilan to come out. He secretly cursed in his heart, suspecting that the four of them had discussed it and would come out together again this time.
Fortunately, the problem was not serious. The four of them had all experienced the situation of overcoming the tribulation together. They just needed to come out of the tribulation together. They could get away with it with a little trick.
In the secret realm of Zangqianshan, Sect Master Lu's daily life is boring and tedious.
In the morning, he went to Qingqiu Palace to play hide-and-seek with the little foxes. He pretended to be a ghost, and when the little foxes hid, he disappeared underground.
This trip is a little dangerous.
When Fox Two learned that the Master had made great progress in cultivation and was now a Mahayana cultivator, he was extremely sad and angry. He hugged Lu Bei and cried for a long time. After learning from his mistakes, he went into seclusion with his legs and feet lacking energy.
At noon, Sect Master Lu had nothing to do, so he scolded the troublesome Elder Zhan. He was thinking of going to the Lingxiao Sword Sect branch in the afternoon to first scold Lin Buyan for two hours, and then make an appointment with the eldest senior brother to go fishing all night.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Xiushi returned from the capital in a hurry and brought bad news.
Across from Zangqian Mountain, a diplomatic residence is about to begin construction. Diplomats from Xiongchu will move in soon, and the emperors of the Zhu family have reluctantly issued the approval document.
All I can say is that Xiong Chu acted quickly.
Lu Bei had just detained Zheng Qing, King Yuan Xuan and others and invited them to visit Tianjian Sect, and Xiong Chu followed suit, submitting a letter of credence requesting to enter Yuezhou, and specifically requested that the diplomatic residence be built opposite Zangqian Mountain.
The emperors naturally disagreed with the Gu family's carts trying to eat from the Zhu family's bowls. However, the Gu family came prepared. When they submitted the letter of credence, they attached a letter from the Holy Land of Daxia.
The letter didn't say much, just asking the Zhu family to give them some face so that everyone could share the good things.
What is worrying is not the lack of wealth but the inequality of wealth. Only when we have everything can we ensure national peace.
Qi Yan: “…”
Xiong Chu acted extremely quickly, and it was hard to say whether he was prepared in advance, or whether this was part of Xiong Chu's plan.
It was not until then that Zhu Xiushi realized what Lu Bei had done at the border of Xuanlong. He cast a sealing spell and burst into tears, blaming him for messing around outside. Now that he had caused trouble, Xiong Chu came to hold him responsible.
What a mess!
Lu Bei waved his sleeves in anger but did not break free. He frowned as he recalled Qinglong's message on the jade slip.
It’s actually true.
From now on, it will be up to him, Lu, to decide whether Xuanlong, Xiongchu, Wuzhou, Qi and Yan will be in chaos.
As far as the result is concerned, this is a good thing. Lu Bei doesn't like war because it kills people, and the resulting displacement and separation from loved ones also makes him quite unhappy.
If it was just to have an extra diplomatic residence opposite the Tianjian Sect, he would be willing to endure a little injustice in exchange for a hundred years, no, ten years of peace.
Anyway, he was not a serious diplomat and worked day and night. He just went there from time to time to eat and drink and ended the matter in a hurry.
The arrival of Xiong Chu's diplomats was bad news for Wu Zhou, like a bolt from the blue. Zhu Xiu Shi in particular felt deeply guilty. If she hadn't kept a close eye on Lu Bei, such a disaster would not have happened.
But she has tried her best, and she is almost working the night shift to guard against it.
Besides, the legs are on Lu Bei's body and there is a huge difference in their cultivation levels. What can she do
Seeing Zhu Xiushi in inexplicable grief, with her face full of the green color of an unfaithful woman, Lu Bei was extremely happy. He kindly helped her calm down, and drove her out in a few words.
No success.
A disciple reported that the Xiong Chu convoy had arrived, and the leader, King Yuanji, handed over a visiting card.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiushi immediately sealed Lu Bei.
"Is it so ceremonial to send a visiting card when the person has already arrived at the door?"
Lu Bei took the visiting card with one hand, asked someone to prepare tea, and quickly invited the big enemies to come in and be stabbed.
Then, the Xuanlong diplomat rushed over and followed suit and also cast a sealing spell on Lu Bei.
"How shameful!"
Lu Bei waved his sleeves to break free. No matter how thick-skinned and ruthless he was, he had to restrain himself in his own home court, otherwise...
Glancing at the corner of the wall, Zhan Lexian's eyes were bloodshot. He hid the Dawei Tian in his hand behind his back and gnashed his old teeth.
No one knew whether he wanted to kill himself by slitting his throat on the spot, or if he just hanged himself quietly in front of the sect leader's meditation room in the middle of the night when no one was around.
Lu Bei: …
He died unjustly. Even though he was surrounded by beauties and enjoyed the blessing of being ridiculed by others, they were all illusions. When it comes to politics, one cannot just look at the surface.
Lu Bei himself hadn't figured out the ins and outs of the matter, and was too lazy to talk to Zhan Lexian. He raised his eyebrows, took the two beauties in his arms, and walked happily towards the backyard.
As soon as he left the hall, Lu Bei loosened his hands, shook his body, and the smell of powder on his body disappeared.
Zhu Xiushi and Zhao Wuyou were both surprised. Today, Sect Master Lu was too gentlemanly. Could it be that there was someone in Xiong Chu's envoy team that he particularly cared about
Zhu Xiushi thought of Xin Lijun. She had suspected something fishy was going on between the two of them a long time ago.
Unfortunately, it was not the case. Xinlijun was still locked up in the small dark room, unaware that he had just missed the opportunity to become a diplomat.
In the entire Xiong Chu, there is only one person who can make Lu Bei take him seriously and restrain his unruly behavior.
Ancient Zongchen.
The young monk came to find his master and went back to the mountain to chant sutras.
…
Behind the mountain is Huijian Peak.
The on-duty Elder Zhan led the guests in. When he saw the vixen standing on both sides of Lu Bei, he was so angry that he was shaking all over. Out of sight, out of mind, he went to the secret realm to find Qin Laonong to grow vegetables.
"Master Lu seems to be in a good mood. I am very envious of you." King Yuanji said with a smile.
There were not many people in the Gu family convoy. Except for Gu Zongchen, the rest were the guard of honor.
Lu Bei ignored these people and looked intently at Gu Zongchen who had his eyes closed and was silent. His eyes were flickering with golden light, and he sniffed the foul evil aura and found where Lu Dong was.
Sensing Lu Dong's panic, Gu Zongchen slowly opened his eyes and looked at Lu Bei calmly.
He seemed calm on the surface, but whenever he thought of Lu Dong's background, he felt unhappy inside, as if he was redundant.
"Sect Master Lu?"
The atmosphere was a little solemn. King Yuanji was afraid that the two would suddenly fight, so he clapped his hands and asked his followers to bring gifts.
Four beautifully carved wooden boxes were opened, revealing a total of sixteen Qiankun rings, each with exquisite workmanship. It was conceivable that the gifts in the Qiankun rings were also carefully selected.
Lu Bei waved his hand and rolled away, took a look, and was very sincere. He didn't waste any words and spit out three figures.
Gu Yuanping, King Yuanxuan, and Lord Xinli.
The three people's souls were sealed and they were still in a daze and dream. Fortunately, they were not seriously injured and were not invited to any strange basement. King Yuanji woke them up with a little trick.
The three of them woke up with complicated expressions.
King Yuanxuan was the most discontented person. The old father had a lot of complaints against Lu Bei. After waking up, he stared at the pretty boy with a grin.
Can Lu Bei bear this injustice
No, I was embarrassed on the spot...
Because Gu Zongchen was watching, he smiled slightly and didn't take it to heart.
The old guy has very white teeth, he will never let you go!
When King Yuanji saw that only three captives had escaped, he frowned slightly, took out a jade box from his arms, and slowly pushed it towards Lu Bei: "Zhenyuan Pavilion Master Feng and Sect Master Lu had an unhappy past, and he was very upset about it. He was unable to come to see Sect Master Lu in person due to his illness, so he asked me to present this to you, and said that this small gift is not a sign of respect, so please do not refuse it, Sect Master Lu."
"No problem."
Lu Bei took a look, took it readily, and took out the magic weapon to seal Shangyin.
Exchanging things for other things, that's how you cultivate immortality.
"Sect Master Lu, Pavilion Master Feng has another scroll in your hand. It was passed down by the founder of Zhenyuan Pavilion. It is of great significance to Pavilion Master Feng. I hope you can spare it."
"No."
Lu Beizhi shook his head. The Jing Wensheng in the painting was one of the nine incarnations of Emperor Ji. Although it was only a remnant of his will, it must have other uses and was not for sale. Even if Feng Shangyin sold the Zhenyuan Pavilion to him, he would not return the painting.
"Since Sect Master Lu said there is none, I guess there is none. Pavilion Master Feng must have remembered it wrong."
King Yuanji nodded, received the message from Gu Yuanping, and asked Shen Ruohai what to do.
King Yuanji told her to be patient. Although Shen Ruohai was an overseas cultivator with no money but her life, she stood on Xiong Chu's side, so the money would be paid by Xiong Chu.
As he spoke, Gu Yuanping helped his wounded sister away in exchange for something else.
"Aquarius..."
Shen Ruohai spoke with difficulty, the Sihai Bottle on which her life depended was still in Lu Bei's hand.
Gu Yuanping looked at King Yuanji, who touched the gift list in his arms and his heart skipped a beat.
The stock is low, and Master Zhengqing is imprisoned. I am afraid...
"Master Lu, Shen Xian's treasure bottle..."
"No."
Lu Bei spread his hands and thought, you get what you pay for. This treasure he picked up with his own ability, how could he give it away for free