Building The Ultimate Fantasy

"Jiqidan, is it done?"

Lu Fan's eyes lit up.

"Sister Ning, let's go downstairs."

Lu Fandao.

"Well."

Ning Zhao is also curious. Ni Yu eats semi-finished products and then enhances two auras. Now when the finished products appear... what should I do?

For the warriors of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there is no panacea in the world that can improve cultivation. The appearance of the panacea is an impact.

Pushing the wheelchair down the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

"Son, Dan is done!"

Ni Yu's excited face flushed.

Jing Yue was also shocked with his face, a pot... actually made the legendary panacea.

"Not bad."

Lu Fan smiled, exaggerated Ni Yu's sentence, then put his eyes into the black pot.

The air of is pervasive, exuding a condensed but undifferentiated fragrance, and each of the elixir shows the color of the glaze, like it is wrapped in a sugar coating.

Lu Fan waved.

One after another, the Qi Qidans rose from the pot like a string of beads, converging into a circle.

"A total of twelve capsules, it is not bad to produce twelve capsules in one pot."

Lu Fan praised.

A finger picked, and a pill of immortality fluttered into his palm.

Lu Fan's mind came up with the introduction in "The Handbook of Refining Qi Dan".

"Pills are divided into nine grades, all of which have pill patterns. The top elixir can carry nine pill patterns, while Juqi Pill is just a pinnacle pill, and the best poly pill can only condense three patterns."

Lu Fan said slowly.

"There is no pill pattern in the Qiqi pill that you have refined. It can only be regarded as inferior pill, and it needs a lot of effort."

Lu Fan looked to Ni Yu.

Ni Yu calmed down and nodded in confusion.

"Let Yiyue come."

Lu Fandao.

Yiyue came from a distance, and there was some haggard fox charm on her face, but there was some excitement in the haggard.

"Son."

Yi Yue bowed respectfully.

"I once said that if you develop a sense of qi, you will pass on your true fairy law..."

"Since the son has said it, he will not eat it."

Lu Fan lazy leaned on the wheelchair, said lightly.

Yiyue heard that her body shook and her body was shaking with excitement.

Lu Fan beckoned, and two Qiqidans floated in his hands, then flexed their fingers.

A ray of aura enveloped the Qi Qi Dan and floated towards Yiyue.

Yiyue raised his head, as if he had been baptized. The whole person was clear-sighted, and there were more scriptures in his mind.

It is not an esoteric scripture, like Ningzhao, it is the Dizang Jing.

Yi Yue cautiously put away two immortals and knelt down on the ground, her eyes slightly rosy.

"Thank you son..."

Lu Fan nodded.

"Ni Yu, you made the panacea medicine, leave two capsules for my father, and you will distribute the rest..."

"Sister Ning, you also stay in spiritual practice and break through the Tibetan realm as soon as possible."

Lu Fandao.

After talking, he automatically controlled the wheelchair to the second floor of Baiyujing.

Ni Yu squeezed the remaining nine Qiqidan, and turned blushing.

"The effect of Juqidan can help accelerate the accumulation of aura and cause it to enter the body, which has a significant effect on the practitioners of Qidan Realm."

She took two capsules and handed it to Ning Zhao: "Sister Ning, you two capsules."

Afterwards, he turned his head to look into the distance, and moved towards Nie Changqing floating on the lake.

She divided Nie Changqing into two pieces. Nie Shuang told her the story of Nie Changqing. She knew that Nie Changqing needed to improve her strength and went to Dao Zongzong to save Nie Shuang's mother.

"Ni Ya, what about me?"

Jingyue was carrying Huanglimu Jianxia, ​​and watched the medicine drop out, and was a little bit embarrassed.

There are four medicines left, and they will be gone soon.

"Come on, let's get two out of four."

"It was originally five or five points,

"However, because I farted just now, you laughed the loudest, so I buckled you, you only have one pill left, and you have to cherish it."

Ni Yu said seriously.

Afterwards, holding a pill, he solemnly handed it to Jingyue.

Jing Yue: "???

...

Lu Changkong, wearing armor, went to the lake island.

Ni Yu gave him two elixir of joy, and Lu Changkong was a little stunned. After understanding, he realized that this is an elixir that can assist gas refining. He suddenly looked at Ni Yu strangely. This girl... actually will Alchemy?

He put away the panacea.

On the second floor of Bai Yujing.

On the terrace, Lu Fan leaned against the rail, looking at the waves of the lake and thinking about it.

Hearing Lu Changkong's footsteps, he recovered.

"father."

Lu Fandao.

Lu Changkong had a loving smile on his face, and looked at his son, who was dressed in white, and was in a trance.

Lu Fan seemed to know what Lu Changkong wanted to ask.

With a wave of your hand, the pressure board is set up, and the black and white chess boxes are separated on both sides.

"Father, you and I have a game?"

Lu Fan chuckled.

Lu Changkong did not refuse, the two held the son, the breeze blowing face, the father and son match.

The setting sun gradually slanted westward, drawing a long and narrow afterglow on Beiluo Lake.

After a long time.

"You can't do it for your father."

Lu Changkong abandoned his son and waved his hand. Then, the look on his face became serious.

"Fan'er, if one day the Great Zhou Dijing fell and replaced the new dynasty, Beiluo Baiyujing... where should I go?"

Lu Fan heard this question, but he was not too surprised, and gathered his pawns on the chessboard.

"Father doesn't have to be too attached to this question."

"What about Da Zhou? What about the new dynasty?"

"If you don't come to offend Bai Yujing, if you come to offend Bai Yujing..."

"Naturally it is... destroyed."

Lu Fan said lightly.

Lu Changkong was startled.

Is this the strength of the practice forces?

After a bitter smile, Lu Changkong left Huxin Island.

On the terrace, Lu Fan played chess pieces, looking at Lu Changkong, who took the boat away from the island, and raised a bronze wine glass for a sip.

The temples in the forehead were shaken by the wind.

...

The original Chicheng.

Above the city wall, Mobei Ke stood up, and beside him, Dantai Xuan and Mo Ju stood.

They have been standing on the city head for a day.

Mo Beike was slow to start, Dantai Xuan knew that Mo Beike was waiting for news.

In front of the original Chicheng, the army led by Jiang Li was blocked.

Jiang Li is the soul of Da Zhou’s army, and the military strategists inherited it, just like the Dinghai God Needle. As long as he is there, Da Zhou Jingbing will explode with extremely strong energy.

Even if Dantai Xuan's strength is far superior to the other party, he would not dare to attack.

"Giant."

Dantai Xuan looked at the Mobeike and frowned slightly.

For the Mo School, Dan Taixuan actually does not like it. Although the Mo School is not a family, it is more terrible than the ordinary family.

Dantai Xuan is from a family. He is very clear that cooperating with a big family is tantamount to seeking a skin with a tiger.

"It seems to have failed."

Mo Beike's voice was a little hoarse.

In the distance, one of the elite soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty led by Jiang Li came out of the dust and came down to the original Chicheng tower.

Soon, a sentry carried a bloody box on the tower.

"Report!"

"The enemy came with a wooden box."

"The designation was initiated by the Mojia giant."

The sentry knelt on one knee, holding the wooden box, and said.

Mo Beike couldn't see the expression on his wrinkled face. He held his hand and walked slowly before the sentry.

Lifted the lid of the wooden box.

Mo Beike looked as usual, and quickly replaced the lid of the wooden box.

Dantai Xuan glanced, what was in the wooden box?

What did Jiang Li send me to make Mobeike so mysterious?

Mo Ju and Dan Taixuan are very curious.

Mo Ju took the wooden box from the sentry and lifted the lid...

Rich and bloody pavement came.

When he saw the contents of the box, his complexion turned pale and his hands were shaking.

The wooden lid fell unsteadily on the ground.

Mo Shougui's gritty and unwilling head rolled out of it.

...

Into the night.

Dijing, Zijin Palace.

Brightly lit.

Yu Wenxiu Gao sat in the dragon chair, looking at the front line of the movement, his face showed a touch of excitement.

"General Jiang Li deserves to be the soul of my great Zhou army."

According to intelligence, after the army of Beijun of Dantaixuan led the elite soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty in Jiang Li, they chose not to move, and even showed signs of retreat.

This made Yu Wenxiu, who has been receiving bad news, a rare breath.

Sure enough, there is still a way for the national teacher.

Looking at the group of princes who whispered, Yu Wenxiu couldn't help being upset.

Emperor jing.

Bookcase.

Youyou candles are uncertain.

The rocking chair creaked, and the old man in the thick robe sat on it, shaking.

Yuehua shone down from the sky, shining on the thin face of the old man.

"Teacher, the front line is happy, the North County Army will not move."

Mo Tianyu arched his hand.

Kong Nanfei, who was practicing, slowly opened his eyes, the master on the rocking chair, and the sleepy eyes opened a thin slit.

The hoarse voice haunted the bookcase.

"Don't you move?"

"Jiang Li certainly knows his weaknesses, how can he make Mobeike free to drill..."

"The kidnapping of Jiang Li's weakness has failed. Mobeike may have to take the slant. This step is the beginning of the real storm. It is a more terrible method than a knife and gun. I hope that your majesty can not be shaken."

Master quietly said.

Mo Tianyu was stunned. He thought carefully about the words of the Master and thought of what other means the Mobeike had.

"Tianyu, stop outside the bookstore. Next, no one will see the old man...especially Your Majesty."

Just as Mo Tianyu was thinking, the Master's words rang again.

"No one sees?"

"If Lu Pingan comes, Master... See you or not?"

Mo Tianyu said.

The atmosphere was suddenly awkward.

On the rocking chair, the Confucius looked at Mo Tianyu so faintly, then looked at the fool's eyes, and Mo Tianyu looked numb at heart.

Mo Tianyu walked away.

Left the bookcase.

Kong Nanfei looked at the old Maifu who was bathed in the cold moonlight and couldn't help but wonder.

"Master, what will Mobeike's back hand be? Can you avoid your majesty?"

Yue Huaxia.

The Master stared blankly at the silver plate hanging high in the night sky.

After that, he smiled, his face wrinkled as if alive.

"Three people are tigers, the most terrible is rumor."

...

Late at night.

A white holy pigeon flew out of the original Chicheng and flew into the Great Zhou Dijing.

A rumor spread in the middle of the night, and spread throughout the week.

"Da Zhouxian Emperor Yu Wentuo, the plan of repairing Confucius, the hand of the dead.

The flapping wings of the carrier pigeon set off an invisible storm in the imperial capital.

PS: It should be on the shelf soon, just for a few days, ask for the last week's recommendation ticket~