Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Da Zhou, Emperor Jing.

Early morning.

The morning sun shines in the warm sun and shines on the earth.

The towering emperor's gate made a heavy and distant sound, and the gate was thick and pushed slowly to the sides.

The ground trembled violently, and the sound of horseshoes burst.

Outside the gate of the city, on the official road, there were three hundred iron riders, coming from the dust.

During the iron ride, four prison cars pulled and swayed fast.

The city gate opened wide, and three hundred iron riders and prisoners went straight into the city.

The three hundred iron riders are the main force of Beiluo City from Beiluo City to **** the army when it is not dawn.

Entering the city gate, the speed of the three hundred iron riding team slowed down.

On both sides of the main road of the capital, the emperor's guards had already cleared it early, set up hawkers, and even some pedestrians were blocked. Many people stared curiously, with the mentality of seeing new things, staring at that official road Horse team and prison car.

Luo Luoyue waited early under the city tower.

He was next to him, and the palace guard commanded him, pressing the knife and waiting silently.

Wait until Lu Changkong enters the city.

Luo Luoyue and the commander of the guards greeted the horse.

"Lord of the City, please."

The guard commanded the shoulder knives, looking respectful, and turned slightly sideways immediately.

Luo Luoyue followed silently.

Lu Changkong was wearing a armor and a serious face, and paid a courtesy to the guards. After that, he took a 300 iron ride and went straight to Da Zhou Palace.

外 Outside the gate of the imperial city.

At this point, Lu Changkong's horse team went off and they dismounted.

Twenty-four prison cars were also housed.

Qi Lu Changkong started to ride the horse before the sky dawned, and finally arrived at the palace before Da Zhou early.

The imperial city gate is divided into three arches, the central palace gate is the highest, reaching nine meters, and the palace gates on both sides are slightly smaller, two meters high.

I walked through the gate of the imperial city, facing a square, paved with white stones, and a wide view. This is the imperial city square. At the end of the square, there is the imperial palace and the palace of peace.

Giant eaves with thick columns, ten layers of white jade steps are laid down, and the steps are engraved with beautiful patterns.

There are white jade lions on each side of the magpie, and they are extremely handsome.

There are hundreds of Langfangs on both sides of the Zhu Hongmu carved door, on the left and right, with magnificent momentum, such as a hundred-ridged dragon and an arched guard hall.

Lu Lu walked in the sky, dropped her helmet, and her hair fell.

Luo Luoyue followed him quietly.

On the stone ladder of the imperial city, there was a big Zhou Chongchen and a noble official who walked out of the palace, stepped over the high foot threshold and stepped into the hall.

Many dignitaries have seen Lu Changkong, and many people look brilliant.

Qilu Changkong defended Beiluo City and forced the retreat of the fifty thousand troops from Huantai to the Emperor Beijing.

This is good news for the big breathless Zhou who was oppressed by the twelve princes.

Qi Lu Changkong looked cold, his backbone was straight, and he stepped into the main hall.

Xi Baiguan separated on two sides, in the center of the main hall, Zhou Tianzi seated a five-claw golden dragon robe and sat on a dragon chair. Although young, he was very handsome.

Xi Yuwenxiu saw Lu Changkong.

There was a smile on his face.

The early morning dynasty is not important. What is important is a form and a signal to the world.

Among the four prisoners, there are three martial arts masters and one grandmaster of Yantai Xuan.

After the early dynasty, it was easy to behead outside the imperial city and beheaded at noon.

I was watching by the people ...

The scouts of various families in the hidden long street are scattered.

With four masters, the heads rolled down.

Uh ...

Lu Changkong held his helmet with one hand and walked out of the imperial city.

Outside the palace gate.

There was a junior Confucian Confucianist who arched his hands across the sky.

"Lord of the City, please respect the teacher, please."

Bian Junyi Confucian scholar smiled.

Lu Luchangkong looked at this Confucian student without any change in his complexion.

"The business of Beiluo City is busy, and the sky is anxious to return to the city. It is difficult to go to the hospitality. Please tell the teacher.

Lu Changkong, said.

After finishing speaking, he put on his helmet, and then called Luo Yue behind him to keep up and leave quickly.

"Lord of the City, Master Zun ordered, be sure to let the Lord of the City of Land go to the Shu Ge to give a narrative. The Master has recently had an opportunity to study medicine and skillfully, and has considerable experience to heal Lu Gongzi's leg problems."

Bian Junyi Confucian scholar is still gentle, said.

Lu Changkong's pace narrowed his eyes.

扭 He turned to look at Junyi Confucianism, but the other side still kept an elegant smile.

If you talk about this, it's really hard to refuse.

"Okay, it ’s a rare state teacher who is still worried about my child's safety. In that case, please trouble your Excellency to take a way."

Qi Lu Changkong's tight face loosened, and arched his hand and smiled lightly.

Uh ...

Deep in the imperial city.

There is actually a low two-story pavilion between the splendid palace buildings.

The pavilion is not gorgeous and even quite old.

This pavilion is called a pavilion.

In the Shushu Pavilion, the most distinguished old man of the Da Zhou Dynasty, the emperor's teacher, and the Confucian teacher ...

Bian Junyi's Confucian leader landed in the sky and reached the courtyard door of the second-floor attic, so he no longer moved forward.

Even if he has a high official position, if he has not been summoned by a master, he would not dare to step into the library easily.

Lu Luchang stepped into the humble courtyard alone.

Luo Luoyue was stopped outside.

None of Jun Junyi's Confucian scholars can enter, let alone Luo Yue.

Lu Lu unloaded the armor in the sky, and was carrying it. The courtyard was small and many flowers were planted.

In front of the low two-storey bookcase door.

I actually had a person lying on a bamboo bench, and the wine was soaring.

That is a middle-aged man with a shawl, wearing a Confucian shirt, but with an open chest.

I held a huge wine gourd, without trimming and drunk, and from time to time I also hit a stench with a foul smell.

I didn't know what poems I was chanting.

Qi Lu Changkong saw the man, his eyes slightly fixed.

"Mr. Lu Changkong, the host of Beiluo City, came to pay a visit to the division."

Lu Lu arched.

But the Confucian student who was exuding was holding a gourd, and drunkenly glanced at Lu Changkong.

伸出 He held out a finger, pointed to the sky, and laughed.

"This is the case, Lao Tzu counted a hexagram, the North Luo City will definitely break ..."

"Now it seems that Lu Changkong, the descendant of your farmhouse, is afraid that he has left the shit."

Xun confided in Confucian laughter, and poured gourd wine into his mouth while laughing.

"Heaven, don't talk nonsense."

Suddenly.

There was a gentle and old voice in the low book shelf.

An old man in plain clothes and stepping on straw shoes, holding a bamboo slip, walked out slowly.

Jain stopped exuding Confucian laughter, shut up and let his head go.

Lu Chang's face was extremely ugly, and Lu Changkong saw his face slightly relieved when he saw the old man.

"National Division."

Lu Lu arched his hands, respectfully.

I can't help but disrespect the person in front of me.

"No need to be polite."

The Master Guo shook his hands gently, and his eyes fell on Lu Changkong.

Swipe up and down.

In the face of this weak old man, Lu Changkong, a master-slave master and a warrior, felt that there was a huge pressure like a mountain pressure, as if the whole person was seen through.

Master Shi Guo looked at Lu Changkong, his eyes narrowed gradually, and there seemed to be a faint flash of light under his eyes.

"That's it. Peaceful legs, you have found a way in the sky."

Wu Guoshi held the bamboo slip and smiled at him.

Later, the bamboo slip was raised and hit the Confucian head who secretly drank gourd wine.

"Tianyu, prepare your car."

He exudes Confucianism drunkenness, with a grimace, "Get a car? Where to go?"

The Chinese teacher took a deep look at Lu Changkong, "You take a trip to Beiluo on behalf of your husband. Although Changkong may already have a way to solve the problem of safe leg problems, you still have to walk around. If it is a safe leg If the illness does not heal, then try it with the old man's method ... "

"I have always heard of the name of Ping An, and I have been hindered by Ping An's leg problems.

The words of the Master Guo made Lu Changkong feel shocked.

Xun exudes Confucian eyes, but they light up.

"This is the rhythm of multiple young masters?"

"Hey ... I don't need Lao Tzu to become a broken guardian in the future!"

Uh ...

In front of drunk dust Pavilion.

Lu Fanduan was in a wheelchair, with a jade crown and a jade pendant interspersed with red lips and white teeth, just like a handsome boy. After the wheelchair condensed a long skirt, the wind blew her green silk and fluttered gently.

Nie Changqing stood beside Lu Fan, carrying a pig-killer.

Lu Lu supported his chin with one hand and tapped on the woolen blanket with the other hand, squinting his eyes. In front of his eyes, a system prompt popped up.

"Sub-mission Quest 2: Build a detachment from scratch [Current quest progress: Site selection 'Drunk Dust Pavilion' (renaming opportunity: 1)"

Renamed?

Qi Lufan supported his chin, his eyes flickered for a while.

I saved Nie Changqing before and decided to complete the task, but today, the location of Drunk Chen Pavilion is still not considered to be completed.

Obviously ~ www.readwn.com ~ To build a detachment force, it is not enough to choose a good location. Maybe you have to clean up the eyeliner of some other forces.

Lu Fan gently tapped his chin with his fingers.

What name did you change?

Although the name of Zuichen Pavilion is also good, it is quite poetic when read, but it must not be used as a name for the forces. After all, the three words of Zuichen Pavilion are the name of the largest Goulan Chunlou in Beiluo.

Lu Pan squinted his eyes and moved his mind.

"Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor ..."

The howling wind blew gently.

In front of the drunk Chen Pavilion, a groaning chuckle suddenly sounded.

"That being the case, this building will be renamed ... 'Bai Yujing'."

Lu Lu murmured.

"Congratulations on the successful rename of the host, the establishment of the detachment‘ Bai Yujing ’, and the reward: a gift coupon containing the enlightenment of Taoism.”

In front of the eyes, the system's prompt words pop up.

Prompt the words, slowly disappear.

Lu Fan At this moment, his mind is bright and his eyes are like a torch.

He looked up at the plaque in Drunk Dust Pavilion.

Raised her hand and brushed it slowly, as if erasing the words "Drunk Dust Pavilion" from the plaque.

"Raised his hand to cover his eyes, from then on Baiyu fell into this city."

"This building should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it on earth."

Lu Lu chuckled.

Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing trembled behind him, staring at the plaque in Drunk Dust Pavilion unbelievably.

But I saw that the word "Drunken House" on the plaque was slowly erased by strange forces.

Replaced by three completely different words ...

Bai Yujing.