Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Dazhou, Dijing.

Early in the morning.

The morning sun sheds its brilliance and shines on the earth.

The towering Emperor Jing Gate made a heavy and distant sound, and the thick gate slowly pushed open on both sides.

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

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

During the iron ride, four prisoners pulled and drove violently.

The gate was wide open, and the three hundred iron rides and the prison car went straight into the city.

These three hundred iron rides, when it was dawn, drove the army from Beiluo City, the main landlord from Beiluo City.

Entering the gate, the speed of the three hundred iron riders' team slowed down.

On both sides of the main official road of the capital, the imperial guards had already cleared it early, stalls were hawked, and even some pedestrians were intercepted. Many people stared curiously, staring at Xuxing on the official road Horse team and prison car.

Luo Yue had been waiting under the tower early.

Beside him, there is also the guardian commander in the palace, squeezing the knife and waiting silently.

After Lu Changkong entered the city.

Luo Yue and the imperial guard commanded the horses to welcome them.

"Lord Master, please."

The imperial guard commanded the shoulder knife with a respectful face and turned sideways immediately.

Luo Yue silently followed.

Lu Changkong was wearing armor and looked serious, and paid a courtesy to the imperial guards. After that, he took the three hundred iron rides and went straight to the Great Zhou Palace.

Outside the gate of the imperial city.

Xu Chang of Lu Changkong's horse team has dismounted.

Four prisoners were also housed.

Lu Changkong started to make his way before dawn, and finally arrived in the palace before the early Zhou Dynasty.

The gate of the Imperial City is divided into three arches, the central palace gate is the highest, up to nine meters, and the palace gates on both sides are slightly smaller and two meters high.

Passing through the gate of the imperial city, a square is directly opposite. The white stone pavilion has a wide view. This is the imperial city square. At the end of the square is the imperial palace hall and the palace of peace.

Thick pillars with huge eaves and ten layers of white jade steps are paved down.

There are white jade lions on each side, which is very beautiful.

On both sides of the vermilion carved wooden door, there are hundreds of Langfang on the left and right, with magnificent momentum, such as the long dragon of the hundred ridges and the arch of the Weibao Hall.

Lu Changkong walked away, his helmet was removed, and his hair fell.

Luo Yue quietly followed behind him.

On the stone stairs of the imperial city, there was a big Zhou Chongchen and a magistrate who walked out of the palace, stepped across the high threshold, and stepped into the hall.

Many dignitaries have seen Lu Changkong, and many people have different looks.

The fact that Lu Changkong was guarding Beiluo City and forcing the retreat of the 50,000 army of Dantai Xuan had already been introduced to Dijing.

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

Lu Changkong looked cold and spine straight, and stepped into the main hall.

The hundred officials 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, Qi Yuxuan was very tall.

Yu Wenxiu saw Lu Changkong.

A smile slowly appeared on his face.

The early dynasty did not really matter. What was important was a form and a signal to the world.

Among the four prisoners, there are three masters of martial arts and one master of Dantaixuan.

After the early dynasty, it was convenient to behead outside the Imperial City at the Meridian.

Under the watch of the people...

In the hidden long street, the spies of the big families scatter.

Four masters, the head fell to the ground.

...

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

Outside the palace.

There was a handsome Confucian student arching towards the landing sky across the distance.

"Luxury Master, please respect the teacher."

Junyi Scholars smiled.

Lu Changkong looked at the Confucian student without any change in his complexion.

"Beilao City has a busy business, and the sky is eager to return to the city, and it is difficult to go to the city. Please tell the national division. The sky will be the other day.

Lu Changkong, said.

After he finished, he put on his helmet and called on Luo Yue behind him to keep up and want to leave quickly.

"Master Lu Cheng, Master Zun ordered, be sure to let Master Lu Cheng go to the bookstore to narrate. Master Zun recently had a chance, and cleverly studied medical treatment, and he has a lot of experience. He can cure the leg disease of Master Lu."

Junyi Confucian students are still gentle, Tao.

Lu Changkong squinted at the pace.

He turned his head to look at Junyi Confucian, but the other party still maintained an elegant smile.

When it comes to this, it is really bad to refuse.

"Okay, it's rare that the National Teacher actually misses my child's safety. In this case, I would like to trouble you to lead the way."

Lu Changkong's tight face loosened and he grinned softly.

...

Deep in the imperial city.

Between the splendid palace building, there is a low two-story pavilion.

The pavilion is not gorgeous, and it even looks quite old.

This pavilion is called a bookcase.

The most distinguished old man of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the teacher of the emperor and the teacher of Confucianism in the world live in the bookstore...

Junyi Rusheng leader landed in the sky and reached the door of the courtyard of the second-floor attic, and he no longer moved forward.

Even if his official position was high, he would not dare to step into the bookstore without the summons of the national teacher.

Lu Changkong walked into the humble courtyard alone.

Luo Yue was stopped outside.

Junyi Confucian students are not allowed, let alone Luo Yue.

Lu Changkong unloaded his armor, holding his hands, the courtyard was small, planted a lot of flowers.

In front of the low two-story bookcase.

There was a person lying on the bamboo bench lying on the bench, and the alcohol was soaring.

It was a middle-aged man with disheveled hair, wearing a Confucian shirt, but with an open chest.

Holding a huge wine gourd, without trimming, drunken and hazy, from time to time also hit a stinking wine hiccup.

I don't know what poems are being recited.

Lu Changkong saw this person, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Sir, Lu Changkong, the master of Beiluo City, comes to pay a visit to the National Teacher."

Lu Changkong arched his hands.

The Confucian student with scattered hair was holding the gourd, and looked at Lu Changkong dizzyingly and dimly.

He extended a finger, pointing to the sky, and laughed.

"It turns out that, I thought about it, and it is clear that Beiluocheng will be broken..."

"Now it seems that Lu Changkong, a descendant of your farm, is afraid of shit."

The Confucian scholars laughed a lot, and he smiled while pouring gourd wine into his mouth.

"Tianyu, don't talk nonsense."

suddenly.

A gentle and old voice came from the low bookcase.

An old man with white hair, dressed in a plain robe, stepping on straw sandals, slowly walked out holding a bamboo slip.

The laughter of Confucianism came to an abrupt halt, shut up and shut my head.

Lu Changkong, who was originally very ugly, looked slightly slow when he saw the old man.

"National Division."

Lu Changkong arched his hands respectfully.

The person in front of him couldn't help but disrespect him.

"You don't have to be too polite."

The National Teacher gently waved his hand, and his eyes fell on Lu Changkong.

Scan up and down.

In the face of this weak old man, Lu Changkong, a master of the martial arts class, felt a huge pressure, as if the whole person had been seen through.

The national division looked at the landing sky, his eyes gradually narrowed, and there seemed to be a flash of fine light flashing under his eyes.

"It turns out that, safe legs, you have found a way out of the sky."

The national teacher held the bamboo scroll and smiled amiably.

After that, he lifted up the bamboo slip and hit the Confucian head who secretly drank the gourd wine.

"Tianyu, get a car."

The Confucian student was drunk and stunned, and his face was dumbfounded: "Preparing the car? Where to go?"

The Master of the State gave Lu Changkong a deep look. "You walked to Beiluo City on behalf of the old man. Although Changkong may already have a way to solve the problem of peaceful leg disease, but you still have to go. If it is a peaceful leg If the problem does not heal, then try it with the old man's method......"

"I've always heard of Ping An's name. It has always been hindered by Ping An's leg problems, and it's hard to get out of it.

The words of the National Master, shocked Lu Changkong.

The eyes of Confucian scholars were brightened.

"This is the rhythm of multiple young teachers?"

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

...

In front of the Drunken Pavilion.

Lu Fanduan was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a jade crown, a jade hairpin interspersed, red lips and white teeth, just like a handsome young man, condensing a long skirt behind the wheelchair, the wind blowing her blue silk, gently fluttering.

Nie Changqing carried the pig-killing knife and stood beside Lu Fan.

Lu Fan propped his chin in one hand and tapped on the woolen blanket with his other hand, squinting. Before his eyes, a system prompt popped up.

"Branchline Mission 2: Creating Transcendental Force from scratch [Current Mission Progress: Location'Drunken Pavilion' (Renamed Opportunity: 1)"

Rename?

Lu Fan supported his chin, his eyes flashing.

Before saving Nie Changqing, it was determined that the task was completed, but now, the location of the drunk dust pavilion is still not considered to be completed.

Obviously, to create a transcendental force, it is not necessary to choose a good site. Perhaps it is necessary to clear the eyeliners of some other forces.

Lu Fan's finger lightly tapped on his chin.

What is the specific name?

Although the name of Zuichen Pavilion is not bad, it is quite poetic, but it is definitely not a name for power. After all...the three words of Zuichen Pavilion are the name of the largest spring house in Beiluo.

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, his heart moved.

"Heavenly Bai Yujing, five cities on the twelfth floor..."

The wind blew gently.

In front of the Drunk Dust Pavilion, a chuckle suddenly sounded.

"In this case, this building will be renamed...'Bai Yujing'."

Lu Fan murmured.

"Congratulations on the success of the host site selection and name change, the establishment of the transcendental force "Bai Yujing", and the reward: a pair of gifted couplets containing the Taoist Qi machine.

In front of you, the system prompts the words.

Prompt words, slowly disappear.

At the moment, Lu Fan's mind was clear and his eyes were like a torch.

He looked up at the plaque of the Drunken Pavilion.

Raising his hand, he slowly brushed it in front of his eyes, as if to erase the three words "Drunk Pavilion" from the forehead.

"Raise your hand and cover your eyes, and then Bai Yu will fall into this city."

"This building should only be available in the sky. It is rare to hear a few times."

Lu Fan chuckled.

Behind him, Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing both trembled, and looked at the plaque of the Drunken Pavilion inconceivably.

But I saw that the words Zuichen Pavilion on the forehead slowly disappeared from the strange power.

Instead of three completely different words...

Bai Yujing.