Building The Ultimate Fantasy

South County, Nanjin City.

Nanjin City is located on the edge of Nangun County.

It is said that the smoky rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the Nanjin City on the edge of Nanjun County, is shrouded in drizzle all year round and has poetic and picturesque scenery.

For some Confucian scholars and scholars, such a weather, holding an oil-paper umbrella, strolling on the curved arch bridge is most suitable, it can show elegance, but not soak the blue shirt.

Sima Tsing does not like the weather.

Because the paintings made in this weather are difficult to dry with ink, they will confuse when rolled up.

Once a picture is smeared, it is not even eligible for stall sales.

He is an artist, a poor artist.

Living by selling paintings.

Sima Qingshan opened his eyes in horror, with big eyes around him, staring curiously at him.

"Brother Qingshan, you have contracted the cold. Dad fished a fat fish tonight and boiled hot fish soup. Let me bring you a bowl."

A little girl in a patched shirt with a twisted braid smiled.

A few children around also spoke one after another, alas, the noisy Sima Qing shirt had a headache.

These children are the children of poor people in Nanjin City.

Sima Tsinghua teaches these children free of charge, teaches them literacy and painting, etc. In the future, they will be able to stand out and change their destiny.

"Go back. Don't worry your parents. Remember to come on time tomorrow."

Sima Tsing was scared to play with the children for a while.

The children left suddenly.

Sima Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief when he closed the door of the air leak. He was a poor artist and could only support himself with painting.

He grew up in Nanjin City from a young age, and now his parents have died of illness, Sima Qingshan can only rely on himself.

"Immortal ... preach?"

Sima Qing shirt rubbed his brows.

After getting the cold, he had just taken the medicine brewed from the doctor, and fell asleep. This sleep actually had such a strange dream.

"Where can there be a fairy ..."

Sima Qingshan shook his head, he went to the shabby dining table, and picked up the hot fish soup on which it was exuding hot steam.

Poor children head home early. Although these children are small, they are very sensible.

Take a sip of fish soup, the hot soup rolls into your throat, like a warm current, dissipating the chill brought by the hazy rainy days.

After drinking fish soup, Sima Qingshan felt a lot of strength.

Especially at the lower abdomen, there is a faint heat flow.

He went to the study, saying that the study was an old firewood room.

Carefully light the fuel lamp, and the light is dim.

Sima Qing shirt grinds the ink gently.

Spread your fingers and ink the tip.

The nib outlines the elegance of the pen tip, and draws a picture of a lady leisurely on the paper.

The stroke of the pen is like flowing clouds, dyeing ink, and writing down in one go.

Stunned.

Sima Tsing Yi made a stroke.

"When did I ... draw like this ?!"

He took a step back in horror, looking at the pattern on the scroll, his heart trembling.

Looking at the handshake pen, inexplicable fear.

In my mind, a fabulous picture scroll spread slowly.

It sounds like the sound of a fairy avenue is roaring.

Sima Qingshan's complexion turned red, and a stream of heat surged from the lower abdomen, tangling the nib.

A little nib on the paper, but the person in the painting seems to live.

...

Emperor Beijing.

Tang Xiansheng changed his clothes and took Tang Yimo to Zijin Palace.

His face was calm, as if it was not him who was assassinated.

Jiang Li walked ahead and led Tang Xiansheng into the Purple Palace. However, outside the palace, Tang Yimo was stopped by Jiang Li.

"Prince Tang, Your Majesty only allows you to enter."

Jiang Li Road.

Tang Xiansheng squinted, he patted Tang Yimo's shoulder, and then stepped into the palace.

The wooden door inlaid with vermilion carved gold foil closed and blocked the sight of Tang Yimo and Jiang Li.

Jiang Li took off his helmet and glanced at Tang Yimo. Before the long street, Tang Yimo's powerful combat power showed Jiang Li quite shocked.

"Are you a practitioner?"

Jiang Li asked.

Tang Yimo hesitated, nodding slightly.

"Are you Tang Xiansheng's confidence to dare to enter Beijing? But you are really strong. Although not as good as the few practitioners I have met, it is already very good."

Jiang Li admired.

Tang Yimo glanced at Jiang Li, nodded slightly, and kept silent.

Jiang Li was somewhat interested, so he said that Tang Yimo didn't have any desire to compete.

"You don't want to know, who are the practitioners who are better than you?"

Jiang Li Road.

Tang Yimo shook his head: "What's the matter? My purpose of practice is to protect my mother and my sister. There is nothing to argue with. They are strong. As long as they do not harm my mother and my sister, they have nothing to do with me."

Jiang Li glanced at Tang Yimo in amazement.

This person is a bit interesting.

Inside the Purple Palace.

Tang Xiansheng bowed his hands and walked in small steps.

"Wei Chen Tang Xiansheng, have seen Your Majesty."

Yu Wenxiu sat on the dragon's chair, which was slightly dim.

Tang Xiansheng didn't look up, as if a humble servant in the dust, tremblingly waited for the king's judgment.

The sound of laughter came from the dragon chair.

Yu Wenxiu stepped down from the high position, and Xuan helped Tang Xiansheng.

"Tang Aiqing, it's really hard for Aiqing to enter Emperor Beijing thousands of miles."

Yu Wenxiu laughed.

"It's a pleasure to see your Majesty."

Tang Xiansheng squinted and arched his way.

The two talked a lot in the Zijin Palace.

at last.

The wooden door opens.

Tang Xiansheng stepped forward.

"Jiang Aiqing, Tang Taishou was assassinated by the assassin when he first entered the emperor's capital. At this moment, you were scared. You sent someone to protect Tang assassin. In addition, the whole emperor's capital searched for the assassin! Be sure to find out the assassin and let him be safe!

Yu Wenxiu's words came from the Purple Palace.

Jiang Li frowned slightly, but did not say much.

Archway: "Hey."

Tang Xiansheng smiled enthusiastically, and left with Tang Yimo's help.

Jiang Li glanced deeply into the palace.

It seems that the emperor really decided to join Tang Xiansheng, or, from the beginning, Yu Wenxiu's purpose was to join Tang Xiansheng, even at the cost of ... assassination.

Jiang Li recognized the assassin who was blocking him. It was the old **** who had obtained Xianyuan in Dragon Gate.

Other assassins are also members of the Black Dragon Guard.

No wonder it gave him an inexplicable familiarity.

"Tang Xiansheng ... is a smiling tiger, and His Majesty joined forces with him ... it is a disaster."

Jiang Li shook his head.

The situation that had stabilized originally, with Yu Wenxiu doing so, there was a trend of turbulence.

The cooperation between Dazhou and Nanjun is equivalent to issuing a signal to the world.

It is naturally impossible for West and North counties to sit still.

...

In a robe, Xie Yunling got down the Tiandang Mountain, bought a horse in Nanjiang City, and rode a steed to the south of Zhongnan Mountain in Nan County.

Zhongnan Mountain is a bit less dangerous than Tiandang Mountain.

Xie Yunling is not here for the first time. He seems to be familiar with the road and climbs on the bluestone.

After entering a rather expensive pavilion, under the leadership of a sword boy, he walked through the old promenade, walked over the old wooden bridge, and went to the end of the mountain.

Houshan small bridge flowing water people.

There is a wooden building quietly located in it.

However, Xie Yunling was not close to the wooden house, and a faint laugh came from the room, with a bit of sharpness.

"What day is it, why are so many old guys coming to find the husband?"

With laughter.

Inside the wooden house, two figures walked out.

One person carried his back, his arms were covered in metal armor, and hessian sackcloth looked a little deep.

"Organists, you lose the feather, you old thing is not mixed with Mo Beike, why did you come to Zhongnan Mountain?"

Xie Yunling saw this figure, his gaze fixed, could not help it.

The back of the short figure opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse to chance, as if the gauze was rubbing against the stone.

"Xiang Shaoyun led the West County Army to break through the city of the government. Our organization suffered heavy losses ... The Mo family was even worse."

"Xiang Shaoyun got Xianxian ... It was not the original overlord who knew brute force. It was normal for the organ city to be unstoppable. The organ city was a weapon against martial arts, but it was very weak against spiritual practitioners."

Xie Yunling said.

"Humph……"

The male loser snorted unwillingly.

"Ha ha ha, noisy, we old bones are rare to meet once, why bother to quarrel?"

A gentle voice came.

The white-haired old man in the Jin suit smiled at Xie Yunling and the male loser.

This person is exactly the purpose of Xie Yunling's visit.

The sons of the South Sword Sect, the East of the Sword Saint Hualiu.

Daozong, the sword school, the organist ... The sons of the three great forces of the Hundred Schools actually met in the small wooden house behind the mountains of Zhongnan.

If this scene is made known to the world, I am afraid that it will also cause several shocks.

"Lao Hua, Dao Zong and the Sword School have always been in harmony, and you and I are in South County. Do you know what Dao Zong experienced?"

Xie Yunling glanced at the white-haired old man, said.

"Naturally I knew it, I was talking about you with the official ..."

"Dignified Daozong can't stop a deserter who was five years ago." Hua Dongliu laughed.

Xie Yunling didn't care.

"If you are not as good as a person, you will lose if you fail. What's so funny, Jiangshan is a talented person ... normal."

"I came to you today to remind you that Bai Yujing's ambition is not small ..."

Xie Yunling said.

"Bai Yujing is going to subdue my Daozong, after Daozong ... the sword school ~ www.readwn.com ~ Tianjijia has been subdued by him, renamed Tianjige, he must be a force that surpasses the hundred schools of thought. "

"My Daozong can't stop Bai Yujing. Do you think the sword school can block it? If I remember it well, the seven swordsmen of the sword school died in Beiluo City."

Gongyu Yu glanced at East China Liu.

"Lao Xie, let's be honest, what are you calling me for?"

East China is faint.

Xie Yunling smiled, raised his hand, and a ray of aura lingered in his palm.

"I want to go to Beiluo, and I will be there for a while ..."

"Two people, would you like to go together? See this young master Lu Shaohua."

"If we old bones don't move, we will really become a loam of loess, life will come to an end, and the times of the philosophers will be a thing of the past. Wait, will you be willing?"

Xie Yunling's eyes are a bit complicated.

East China Stream is silent.

He did not expect that Xie Yunling came to him for the purpose of breaking into North Luo.

The existence of the three sons went to Beiluo ...

This is afraid to shake the world.

"Count me in."

suddenly.

The dwarfed male loser wrapped in iron armor opened.

East China flowed for a while, then couldn't help laughing.

"That being the case, then my sword holy Huadongliu went to Beiluo ... just to see the strength of the world's first practitioner Lu Ping'an."

East China Liu discourse falls.

With one hand behind him, his suit fluttered.

Raise your hand and wave it suddenly.

With a bang, a streamer burst out from the wooden house.

The long sword dangled on the ground in front of Huadong Liu.

The bright sword body reflects the existence of three children such as East China Liu.

PS: I will go out later, if I come back early, I will write another chapter ~ Ask for a monthly pass!