Building The Ultimate Fantasy

It was late at night.

Xiliang Earth.

In the camp, Xiang Shaoyun suddenly opened his eyes, and the blood of terror was stirred in the camp again.

His eyes were red, and the green tendons burst on his neck.

He looked up and his hair was scattered like a steel needle. There was a terrifying noise in the burly body, and the trembling air gave a slight tremor.

"Fairy!"

Xiang Shaoyun's eyes were torch-bearing, with indiscriminate anger and humiliation.

How about even a fairy?

Why let him kneel!

He Xiang Shaoyun, not kneeling, not kneeling... No one in the world can bear his knees.

The roar of roar, like a beast-like roar, was resounding and deafening, as if to let the hearers' blood and blood explode.

Two wisps of impetuousness wrapped around his thick arms.

"Shaoyun..."

In the distance, a gentle voice sounded.

The girl bathed in the moonlight, picturesque, with worries in her eyes, looking at Xiang Shaoyun tenderly like water.

Xiang Shaoyun covered his face, shook his head, and he heard Luo Mingsang's worried voice.

However, the humiliation in my heart still persists.

He is the king of the west county, the master of Xiliang, even if it is a fairy, he is not qualified to let him kneel.

Luo Mingsang was weak and soft, gentle like water, striding forward, came to Xiang Shaoyun's side, and wrapped his thick chest.

"Your temper, you have to change it."

"Now you are the commander-in-chief, you can't be so self-willed, you have to think twice about many things, don't use your mind, think a lot, and many things can be solved without force."

Luo Mingsang's voice was very gentle, and the irritability on Xiang Shaoyun's face began to melt.

He touched Luo Mingsang's hair, sniffed the fragrance of the girl's hair greedily, and smiled.

"Ming Sang, you are wrong. There is nothing that cannot be solved by force. Yes... that only shows that force is not enough."

Xiang Shaoyun domineering.

"Originally I thought that now I am the pinnacle of Dazhou martial arts, but I was wrong. After I got the fairy edge, I realized that after the pinnacle of martial arts, there is a broader world..."

Xiang Shaoyun raised his hand, and two strands of spirit flowed gently in his palm.

"You are now the commander-in-chief of the thirteenth road, but don't be distracted by these things. When you reach the top and establish the dynasty, I will not stop you from pursuing the martial arts fate, but before that, you must worry, after all ...Cooperating with hundreds of schools is like seeking a skin with a tiger."

Luo Mingsang's tender hands drew circles on Xiang Shaoyu's chest, and said in a small voice.

Xiang Shaoyu raised his mouth, rubbing Luo Mingsang's green silk, and looked out of the camp with fierce eyes.

"I said, I want you to be a king's woman. This mountain is fighting for you. This dynasty, I stand for you."

"As for the hundred schools of the sons...Oh, when I reach the top of the sky, it is when the hundred schools are deposed."

"Ming Sang, you can be at ease."

...

Great Zhou Dynasty, Dijing.

Bookcase.

Yu Wenxiu opened his eyes from the recliner, his eyes flashed with anger and anger, and after a long time, he calmed down.

"Your Majesty, how? Can you get the fairy edge?"

A gentle voice rang in the quiet room.

The candlelight is burning quietly.

A plain-haired old man with white clothes pulling down on straw sandals looked at Yu Wenxiu with a ruddy and kind face.

In his hand, he pinched a letter from his driver.

He read the contents of the letter, but there was nothing strange on his face.

"Guo Shi, it's a fairy tale."

Yu Wenxiu rubbed his eyebrows, somewhat uncertain, said.

"Really?"

The national teacher was puzzled.

Yu Wenxiu hesitated for a while, but still told what was in the missionary.

"The Land of Immortals...Wolong Ridge?"

The master of the country plucked his white beard, and his old face showed a pensive look.

After that, the master of the country got up and walked slowly. From the stack of bookshelves, he took out an old yellowed blueprint. On the blueprint, the topographical catalogues of various places were drawn in a hurry.

"Lying on the ground like a dragon, entrenching Beiluo..."

"Wolling Ridge is a hundred miles outside Beiluo City?"

The Guoshi finger tapped at the mark of Beiluocheng, thoughtfully.

"Your Majesty, in the world nowadays, the God-giver who is given the fairy edge frequently appears, the situation becomes more confusing than before."

The National Teacher put away the catalogue, coughed, and said.

"Your Majesty is the God-giver. According to His Majesty, there are two God-givers who do not know their identity..."

"And Beiluocheng Luping is safe, the old man judges that he is suspected of the God-giver, he has a follower under his command, but he can also be the god-giver..."

"How many gods are there in the world? It's hard to tell, and chaos appears frequently, but this...is the hope of Da Zhou breaking the situation."

The national teacher coughed, but the old eyes were as bright as stars.

Hope to break the game?

Yu Wenxiu's eyes were also shining, as he is the emperor of the current Zhou Dynasty situation, of course he can see clearly.

The princes were in troubled times and gathered in a large army.

Because of the war and the raiders rampant, Da Zhou basically lost control of the place.

Today, it can only be curled up in Dijing.

"Guo Shi, God-giver, can really help me break the big week?"

Yu Wenxiu asked excitedly.

"If you are the Son of Heaven, if you can get the help of the God-giver, you can settle for the world..."

"Even the dethronement is no longer empty talk."

The national teacher nudged his white beard and looked out of the window.

"Your Majesty rests early, the old man will have to go to Beiluo tomorrow..."

Guoshidao.

Yu Wenxiu heard the words, arched his hand towards the old man, and retreated.

The old man kindly looked at the eunuchs waiting outside the bookstore, and surrounded the leaving Yu Wenxiu, his eyes gradually becoming gentle.

He lay on the rocking chair and coughed lightly.

"The older you are, the more useless you are, and I do not know how much you can share for your majesty."

The candlelight swayed deeper and deeper.

With some helpless sighs.

...

"Chess?"

Lu Fan was slightly stunned in the dark.

Unexpectedly, this reward actually broke a chess game.

Is this even the system that disgusts him with this stinky basket?

Lu Fan pursed her lips, moved her heart, and received the reward.

"Chess score "Yi Tian Shi": Xuanjie inferior spirit forging soul (can be improved), according to the score, visualize the chess potential, can restore soul strength, and forge condensed soul strength."

"Hint: With "Chuangxuan Refining Gas", you can increase the speed of independent gas refining."

Buzz...

In my mind, a piece of chess spectrum formed by the arrangement of black and white chess pieces emerged.

Lu Fan was in a trance, and a picture appeared in front of him.

Under a vigorous old pine tree with years, there are two figures sitting on both ends of the chessboard, the wind blows, the leaves fall, the two drink tea and play, between the children, the sea is upside down, the star river turns, just like the world.

Lu Fan opened his eyes and felt something. He thoughtfully took the chessboard, placed it on his lap, sandwiched the pieces from the chess box, and dropped the pieces according to the pendulum on "Yi Tian Shi".

A total of nine games are recorded in the chess book "Yi Tian Shi", which becomes more and more difficult from shallow to deep.

The first game, called "Shanhe Bureau", has a total of 32 black spots and 29 white spots.

The night is quiet.

The rhythm of the sound of falling is resounding without hurry.

And the more he fell, the more he became more spiritual, and the originally consumed soul strength was gradually restored to perfection between the studies of the game.

This fall is one night.

...

The next day.

Lu Fan put away the pieces on the board and stretched out.

Sleepless all night, the whole person was incomparably spiritual, and the strength of the soul was completely restored to perfection.

There was a rustling sound, and there was a knock on the vermilion carved wooden door.

Lu Fan answered.

Ning Zhao, Yi Yue and Ni Yu pushed in.

Ni Yu was holding hot water, her face was flushed with heat, and Yi Yue was holding her breakfast.

"early."

Lu Fan smiled.

A good day begins with the erosive morning.

Enjoyed the service of three maidservants and had breakfast.

The vermillion carved wooden door opens.

Ning Zhao pushed the wheelchair in a hurry, Yi Yue held an umbrella for Lu Fan, Ni Yu was carrying the chessboard, and he kept pace.

In the yard.

Jing Yue woke up early, rubbed his hands, looked at sitting in a wheelchair, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Lu Fan in a white robe, suddenly smiled.

"The son is early."

Jingyue Road.

Lu Fan glanced at Jing Yue and nodded.

His eyes turned and landed in Mo Tianyu, who was buried in the yard, leaving only his head.

Mo Tianyu is not dead yet, but he looks extremely miserable and his hair is messy.

"I'm optimistic about him, dead, and ran, all looking for you."

Lu Fandao.

The smile on Jing Yue's face suddenly stiffened.

"Sister Ning, go to Huxin Island, Bai Yujing."

Lu Fan propped his chin in one hand, and rested the other on the thin wool blanket on his knees.

"Well."

Ning Zhao lightly laughed, pushed the wheelchair and went out, Ni Yu and Yi Yue quickly followed.

In the yard, Jing Liujing left alone and guarded Mo Tianyu's head.

Out of the small courtyard, Nie Changqing led Nie Shuang, who had already got up early to exercise, and was sweating, waiting outside.

Lu Fan nodded slightly, and Nie Changqing followed Nie Shuang.

A group of people left Lufu, got on a carriage, and went to Huxin Island.

And at this moment.

Outside North Los Angeles.

Five horses galloping.

The car wobbled, and when it came to the city, it gradually slowed down.

Under the gate of Beiluo.

Lu Changkong was wearing a robe, and beside him, Luo Yue, Luo Cheng and his son, all wearing plain clothes, were waiting.

The carriage gradually approached.

Stopped in front of the city gate, Lu Changkong stared.

He stepped forward, folded his palms and bowed.

"Congratulations to the National Teacher."