Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The red sunset seemed to have an unripe egg yellow color.

Yu Huiyang sprinkled on a blood-stained white shirt guest, which was quite cold.

Jing Yue stood in a solitary boat, holding a long sword that was blunt, and looked back, "My son does not see you, please come back."

Tang Xiansheng's smiling face froze.

This man ... really doesn't say anything about it?

Tang Xiansheng has heard of Jing Yue. Jing Yue is also quite famous in the sword school. As a swordsman, Ben pays attention to the past. However, he has gone so far as Jing Yue to be a stranger, and escaped faster than anyone.

Tang Xiansheng is very optimistic about Jing Yue, because Jing Yue is the same person as him, a person who values ​​his life more than anything else.

This is why he remembers Jing Yue in the sword school.

however……

At this moment, Tang Xiansheng suddenly hated Jing Yue.

Did Lu Ping speak?

Why is this saying Lu Fan doesn't want to see him?

Tang Xiansheng stood up slowly and stared at Jing Yue: "I'll meet Lu Shaozhu here next, please give me a message."

Obviously the tone is not too good.

Reach out and not smile at people.

If Jing Yue gives him face, he will also give Jing Yue face. After all, things like face must be given to each other.

Shaking his head, Jing Yue knew that Tang Xiansheng should be dissatisfied with him in his heart.

After all, the son's voice sounded directly in his mind, and Tang Xiansheng could not hear it.

"The boy really said and didn't want to see you ... you go."

Jing Yue Road.

After that, he grabbed the boat bow and slammed it on the water. The water rippled ripples, and led a lone boat, and drove quickly towards Huxin Island.

Jing Yue's figure gradually disappeared into the misty lake.

The wind in the setting sun is a bit warm.

The fluttering Tang Xiansheng's suit is fluttering.

He turned his head to look at Luo Yue. Tang Xiansheng's smile appeared again on his face. He raised a finger from his sleeve and pointed at the direction where Jing Yue disappeared. He smiled and said, "This person is not authentic."

Luo Yue was speechless.

In fact, he wanted to say that Jing Yue might have been given instructions from the young master.

"Lord Tong, can you tell me? Let's say Nanxian Tangshou Tang Xiansheng visited in person."

Tang Xiansheng said.

Luo Yue opened her mouth, but shook her head.

"The gentleman was a disciple of Bai Yujing just now. He said that the son didn't want to see Taishou, then it was gone. Taishou ... please go back."

Naturally, Luo Yue could not rebel against Lu Xian for Tang Xiansheng.

Tang Xiansheng twitched slightly.

This is the first time he has eaten behind closed doors.

This master of North Luolu, the shelf is so big?

Even if he entered Beijing, the emperor would meet him in person, Lu Ping ...

"It is worthy of being a practitioner, and it really has the pride of the practitioner."

Tang Xiansheng smiled gently.

"That being the case, the old man stayed by the lake and waited for when the young master Lu was going to see the old man before landing on the island."

Luo Yue glanced at Tang Xiansheng with a knife.

This is the rest of the game.

However, Luo Yue's face soon became strange.

Tang Xiansheng found a clean bluestone step that had not been stained with blood. After wiping it with a buffa, he pulled up his shirt and sat on it.

Looking at the sunset, the misty and beautiful Beiluo Lake was blowing the lake wind.

If Tang Xiansheng showed sincerity, should Shaozhu Lu see him?

For Lu Ping'an, Tang Xiansheng was really curious.

As today, there is a rumor.

Those who win Lu Ping, win the world.

This rumor is absolutely true. If Lu Pingan could be invited as an aide, it would be almost at hand.

Tang Xiansheng is confident that with his three-inch tongue that doesn't rot, all dead will live.

The curved sword can be said to be straight.

Fish and shrimp in the sea can be said to come out of the water.

Tang Xiansheng looked at the lake quietly, provided that he had the opportunity to speak.

suddenly.

He felt his body floating.

However, he found that his body sitting on the bluestone ladder was lifted.

"what?"

"What is it ?!"

Tang Xiansheng was startled.

He hurriedly struggled, but how strong the Dragon Blood Army in Beiluocheng had taken Dragon Blood Dan.

Tang Xiansheng couldn't get rid of it and was taken up.

Luo Yue straightened his armor and glanced at Tang Xiansheng indifferently: "Prince Tang Shou, just received the order of the young master, the young master does not see you."

"And let you leave the dock."

"It's annoying."

Tang Xiansheng changed for a while.

why?

Tang Xiansheng didn't understand, why did Lu Pingan not see him?

He knew that when the Chinese teacher Kong Xiu came, Lu Fan had seen it, the emperor Yu Wenxiu came, and Lu Fan had also seen it.

Even when the Overlord visited late at night, Lu Fan had also seen it.

Why did he disappear? !!

"Lord Tong talked and laughed? Lu Shaozhu never said anything, so wait ... how can you make a claim without permission?"

The smile on Tang Xiansheng's face gradually disappeared.

"The son is able to transmit sounds thousands of miles away, and the order comes directly to my mind. It is normal for Tang Taishou to hear."

Luo Yue said lightly.

Several Dragon Blood Sergeants carried Tang Xiansheng to the carriage.

"absurd!"

Tang Xiansheng could not help being angry.

Luo Yue frowned, raised his hand and landed on the long knife on his waist.

"Why use such ridiculous reasons to fool the old man?"

however.

Tang Xiansheng's words just came to an end.

A faint voice resounded in his mind.

"Oh? Absurd?"

"What ridiculous you say?"

The sound is warm and jade, but with a bit of indifference and transcendent elegance.

Tang Xiansheng looked stiff, his eyes suddenly widened, and he glanced around incredulously.

Who is speaking?

How could the voice ring directly in his mind?

Is there such a means for the practitioner?

His son Tang Yimo was also a practitioner, but Tang Xiansheng had no such concept at all.

"Some words, don't let my son say it three times."

Lu Fan's voice sounded again, and then went silent.

Tang Xiansheng opened his mouth.

Obviously, the unhappiness in Lu Fan's discourse was felt.

Therefore, he dared not ask again.

The master of North Luolu is notorious for his temper. Tang Xiansheng feels that if he really angers the other party, he may not be able to leave Beiluo.

People who are afraid of death like him are afraid to try.

With inexplicable awe, Tang Xiansheng arched his hand in the direction of Huxin Island, and then got into the carriage.

"Go back to Emperor Beijing."

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Lu Fan relied on the Qiandao chair, holding a bronze wine glass in his hand, and the glass was filled with warm plum wine.

The white shirt blew in the wind, draped elegantly.

It makes sense for him not to see Tang Xiansheng, because there is no need to see him.

Tang Xian's purpose in finding him was obvious. He wanted to persuade him to join Southern County and become his staff. Lu Fan really didn't like this kind of thing.

Therefore, he refused to come.

Compared to seeing Tang Xiansheng, Lu Fan felt that it would be better to put on a storm, or to watch Nie Changqing and others organize a group to master the mystery.

Jing Yue returned.

When carrying his lone boat fluttering in the lake.

Ni Yu, Nie Shuang, etc. on the island breathed a long breath.

Ni Yu disgustedly took out the capsule of Juqidan, which was wrapped in Buppa, and returned it to Jing Yue.

Jing Yue grinned with a bright smile and headed for the second floor of the attic.

"My son ..."

Jing Yue knelt down in front of Lu Fan on one knee.

Lu Fan took a sip of the liquor from the bronze wine glass and said, "Yes."

"From today on, you are a disciple of Bai Yujing."

Jing Yue looked up in surprise.

"Thank you son!"

Lu Fan bowed his head slightly, playing with the wine glass in his hand, one move.

Jing Yue's blunt and blunt sword rushed out and fell into Lu Fan's hands.

"Well ... this sword, it's gone."

"Today, as a disciple of Bai Yujing, I will give you a sword."

Lu Fandao.

The next moment, raise your hand, the slender fingers rest on the guard, and flick forward slightly.

The red phoenix sword rushed out.

The sword lingering around Jing Yue was burning.

A cloud of molten iron floated out of the air.

Lu Fan's heart was surging, and soon, the molten iron became narrow and long, and became a green front.

The sword is three feet long and has a unique pattern carved on it.

The sword floated in front of Lu Fan. Lu Fan bent his fingers, flicked on the sword tip, abdomen, and hilt, and played three times, each time aura burst, shaking the sword body.

Feng Yanjian returned to the wheelchair guard.

A wave of hands.

Qing Feng's three-foot sword floated in front of Jing Yue.

"This is your sword, the name of the sword, you take it yourself."

Lu Fandao.

"The sword, the head of the attack, the sword will help the power of the sword, I hope you will live up to this sword, you can repair the sword, and become a true swordsman with sword."

Lu Fan said.

Jing Yue's face was full of excitement, and his lips were shaking.

Is this a gift from the son?

Looking at this beautiful sword that seemed to touch his heart, Jing Yue's outstretched hands were almost shaking.

Holding up the sword is like holding up a lover's fiber hand.

This was the first gift Jing Jing received in his life, and it was also one of his favorite gifts.

The sword is here, the man is here.

Lu Fan waved his hands, and Jing Yue stepped down from Baiyujing Pavilion.

He hugged the sword and stroked it in earnest.

suddenly.

A dark shadow appeared silently behind Jing Yue, and Jing Yue's heart almost shrank.

"Can you watch this sword with your husband?"

The hoarse voice sounded like a sandstone.

Jing Yue suddenly looked back and looked around, but couldn't see anyone. Looking down, he saw a small figure.

"Public lose ... Senior ?!"

Jing Yue stunned.

He found out that this man was the master of the government and the court of Bai Yujing, who lost the game.

The male loser was holding his hands, gray-haired, full of twilight and old age.

His eyes stared at the sword in Jing Yue's hand.

Seems hesitant to see the male loser.

"Your sword has a scabbard, and I will give you a scabbard by my husband to observe."

The humming feathers of the male loser.

Jing Yue smiled and handed the sword to the male loser.

Gong Yuyu's excitement of taking the sword is not lower than Jing, he seems to meet a peerless beauty, and gently strokes his palm.

Stroking the pattern on the sword, stroking the blade of the sword ...

"It's worthy of being a son ... The exquisiteness of this sword has won the essence of" The Handbook of Refiner ". This is a magical tool, a magical tool of the highest grade!"

The public loses the feather road.

He has read "Notes to the Refiner" and learned about the division of spirituality.

He reluctantly returned the sword to Jing Yue.

"The sword is a good sword, but it still needs a lot of cultivation, the device is dead, and the person is alive. If the human spirit can be incorporated into the device, the power of the device can be enhanced."

"Like Nie Changqing, his pig-knife is not only an ordinary pig-knife, because he has the energy to preserve it, and may not be as good as your sword in quality, but the real fight is far more powerful than you can resist. . "

"What is this sword?"

The male loses the hand, said.

Jing Yue capped his sword, with a smile on his face: "My surname Jing, this sword is my God ... then called, Jing Tianjian."

"Sedum?"

The male loser chewed some sword names, and nodded slightly.

"Give my husband three days to build a scabbard for Sedum ..."

The public loses the feather road.

Then, taking a step forward, he took out the Refiner's Handbook and looked at it hungry.

Had he not sensed that Lu Fan had refined a sword for Jing Yue, he would not have paid attention to Jing Yue at all.

"Thank you senior!"

Jing Yue was very touched, pouting, the sword given to him by the son was too precious.

He really is the son's favorite cub!

...

South County.

Tiandang Mountain.

The cold moonlight was falling down.

Daozong's ancient stone ladder is full of mottled traces.

A figure wrapped in a black robe walked slowly and stepped on the gate of Daozong step by step.

Above Daping, the gatekeeper was dozing with a broom.

The man in black robe stepped on the footsteps of broken dead leaves and woke the boy.

Dao Tong opened his eyes and saw the figure of the black robe, slightly surprised.

"you……"

However, the man in the black robe with a repressed smile lifted his hood and exposed a brutal face, but that face was a little charming.

Charming state?

Dao Tong's heart contracted for a while, this **** charm.

"Very ... very ?!"

Dao Tong was horrified at seeing this coquettish and charming face under Yue Hua.

The black robe man's orchid is lightly twisted, and in Dao Tong's brows, Dao Tong seems to be foolish, holding a broom.

"Daozong ... No, it is now called Daoge? Bai Yujing's next Daoge?"

The man in black robe smiled lightly.

"Is physical possession the strongest combat power in this world? Qidan is the state of condensing qi, and physical accumulation is similar to the world's" building base "environment. Unfortunately, the birth of physical possessions is just a beginning. If there is a practitioner in the state of the highest body, it will be a little trouble. "

The black-robed orchid finger brushed lightly on the cheek, touching the rough hair, frowning in disgust.

"This dirty, disgusting body."

"Lu Yuping, the Lord of Bai Yujing, is rumored to be the world ’s first practitioner. According to the bottleneck of this world ’s strength, at most, it is the monk of Zhongpin Zhuji. With my spiritual power, I should deal with it, ...... It's better to be cautious, to explore the person's reality first. "

Husky laughed loudly.

The black robe man's finger was a little bit on the little boy's eyebrow, and there was a faint wave spreading, shaking the air, and the little boy fell to the ground with dementia.

Taoism, view inside.

The candlelight flickered.

On an old table of eight immortals, Xie Yunling was dressed in a robe, his lips were white, he was holding a brush, and he was writing and painting with candlelight. After the defeat of Huxin Island, Xie Yunling began to study the Taoist array.

He found that the Daoist formation was very promising.

If his aura is enough, he can create more trouble for Lu Ping'an in the battle at Huxin Island.

Pity.

He has too little aura.

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The pen in Xie Yunling's hand was a slight meal.

No wind blows.

However, the candlelight on the Eight Immortals table was swaying wildly.

"who?!"

Xie Yunling suddenly raised his head and burst into drink!

Husky ... resounded with a slightly charming laugh.

But in front of the Taoist Temple, there was a figure wearing a hooded black robe.

Xie Yunling's pupils narrowed in the blink of an eye.

The man in the black robe disappeared from the front of the Taoist gate, and appeared behind him like a ghost, with his thick fingers pinched into an orchid and resting on his shoulder.

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