Building The Ultimate Fantasy
Chapter 137 Three Masters Go to Beiluo
South County, South Jincheng.
Nanjin City is located on the edge of Nanjun County.
It is said that Jiangnan is hazy and the rain is misty, and the Nanjin City, located on the edge of the South County, is enveloped in the drizzle all year round, with poetic and picturesque scenery.
For some Confucian scholars and scholars, in such weather, holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking on the curved arch bridge is the most suitable. It can show elegance and not soak the green shirt.
Sima Qingshan doesn't like the weather.
Because of the paintings made under this kind of weather, the ink is difficult to dry, and when rolled up, it becomes mushy.
Once a painting is pasted, it doesn't even have the qualification to sell it.
He is a painter, poor painter.
Make a living by selling paintings.
Sima Qingshan opened his eyes in horror, and a pair of big eyes around him stared at him curiously.
"Brother Qingshan, you are infected with the wind and cold. Dad caught a fat fish tonight and boiled the hot fish soup. Let me bring you a bowl."
A little girl in a patched dress tied with a braid smiled.
Several children around also spoke, twitter, Sima Qing shirt noisy for a time, some headache.
These children are the children of the poor people in Nanjin City.
Sima Qingshan teaches these children free of charge, teaching them literacy and painting, so that they can stand out and change their destiny in the future.
"Go back, don't worry your parents, remember to study on time tomorrow."
Sima Qingshan frightened and played with the children for a while.
The children twitched away immediately.
Closing the leaky door, Sima Qingyi breathed out a breath. He is a poor painter and can only feed himself by painting.
He grew up in Nanjin City from an early age, and now both his parents have died, and Sima Qingshan can only survive on his own.
"Fairy... preaching?"
Sima Qingshan rubbed his eyebrows.
He got the cold, just took the medicine boiled from the doctor, and fell asleep, and this sleep, he had such a strange dream.
"Where is there a fairy..."
Sima Qingshan shook his head. He walked to the dilapidated dining table and picked up the hot fish soup that radiated steam on it.
Poor children have been in charge of their own lives. Although these children are small, they are very sensible.
Drinking a sip of fish soup, the hot soup rolled into the throat, like a warm current, dispelling the chill brought by the hazy rain.
After drinking fish soup, Sima Qingshan felt a lot of strength.
Especially in the lower abdomen, there is a faint heat flow.
He went to the study and said that it was just an old firewood room.
The fuel lamp was lighted carefully, and the light was dim.
Sima Qingshan gently studied the ink.
Spread your fingers, and the nibs are stained with ink.
The tip of the pen outlines the grace of the elegant strokes and fades, and a picture of a lady is drawn on the paper.
The strokes are like flowing clouds, dyeing ink, and writing pens, all in one go.
Suddenly.
Sima Tsing Yi penned.
"When... do I know how to paint?"
With some horror, he took a step back and looked at the pattern on the scroll, his heart shivering.
Looking at the handshake pen, inexplicable fear.
In my mind, there is a splendid picture scroll slowly spreading out.
It sounds like the sound of a fairy's road roars.
Sima Qingshan's complexion turned red, and a ray of heat surged from his abdomen, wrapping around the nib.
The pen tip is a little bit of a lady's picture on paper, but the person in the painting seems to be alive.
...
Emperor jing.
Tang Xiansheng changed clothes and took Tang Yimo to Zijin Palace.
His face is very calm, as if he was not assassinated.
Jiang Li walked ahead and led Tang Xiansheng into the Zijin Palace. However, outside the palace, Tang Yimo was stopped by Jiang Li.
"Tang Taishou, Your Majesty only allows you to enter."
Jiang Li Road.
Tang Xiansheng squinted, he patted Tang Yimo's shoulder, and then stepped into the palace.
The vermillion carved wooden door inlaid with gold leaf closed and blocked Tang Yimo and Jiang Li's view.
Jiang Li faded his helmet and glanced at Tang Yimo, before on the Long Street,
"Are you a spiritual practitioner?"
Jiang Li asked.
Tang Yimo hesitated and nodded slightly.
"Are you the courage of Tang Xiansheng to dare to go to Beijing? But you are really strong. Although not as good as the few practitioners I have seen, it is already very good."
Jiang Li praised.
Tang Yimo glanced at Jiang Li and nodded slightly, silently.
Jiang Li was somewhat interested. He said that Tang Yimo didn't have any desire to compete.
"You don't want to know, who are the practitioners who I said are stronger than you?"
Jiang Li Road.
Tang Yimo shook his head: "What do you know? The purpose of my practice is to protect my mother and sister. There is nothing to dispute. They are strong. As long as they do not harm my mother and my sister, they have nothing to do with me."
Jiang Li glanced at Tang Yimo with some surprise.
This person is a bit interesting.
Inside the Zijin Palace.
Tang Xiansheng bowed and arched his hands, walking in small steps.
"Wei Chen Tang Xiansheng has seen His Majesty."
Yu Wenxiu sat on the slightly darkened dragon chair.
Tang Xiansheng didn't raise his head, as if a courtier humbled into the dust, trembling waiting for the king's trial.
The sound of laughter came from the dragon chair.
Yu Wenxiu stepped down from the high position and helped Tang Xiansheng.
"Tang Aiqing, who has traveled thousands of miles into Dijing, really loves Qingqing."
Yu Wenxiu laughed.
"It's an honor to see His Majesty."
Tang Xiansheng narrowed his eyes and arched his hand.
The two had a lot of talk in the Zijin Palace, and the rainstorms outside were more than cathartic.
at last.
The wooden door opened.
Tang Xiansheng stepped forward.
"Jiang Aiqing, Tang Taishou was assassinated by the assassins when he first entered the emperor Jing. At this moment, he was terrified. You sent someone to protect the Tang Taishou. In addition, the entire emperor Jing searched the assassins!
Yu Wenxiu's words came from Zijin Palace.
Jiang Li frowned slightly, but didn't say much.
Gongtedao: "Hey."
Tang Xiansheng smiled enthusiastically, and left with Tang Yimo's help.
Jiang Li took a deep look at the depths of the palace.
It seems that the emperor really decided to join forces with Tang Xiansheng, or, from the beginning, Yu Wenxiu's purpose was to join forces with Tang Xiansheng, and even hesitate... to create an assassination.
Jiang Li recognized the assassin who blocked him, and it was the old eunuch who got the Xianyuan in the Dragon Gate.
The other assassins are also members of the Black Dragon Guardian.
No wonder he was given an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"Tang Xiansheng...is a smiling tiger. His Majesty joined forces with him...what a curse is a blessing."
Jiang Li shook his head.
The situation that had originally stabilized, along with Yu Wenxiu's involvement, had a turbulent trend.
Da Zhou and Nanjun teamed up, which is equivalent to sending a signal to the world.
Naturally, the West and North counties cannot sit still.
...
Xie Yunling wore a robe and went down to Tiandang Mountain. He bought a horse in Nanjiang City and rode a horse to Nanjun in Nanjun.
Zhongnan Mountain is a bit steeper than Tiandang Mountain.
This is not the first time Xie Yunling has come here. He seems to be somewhat familiar with the road, climbing on the bluestone continuously.
After entering a rather luxurious pavilion under construction, led by a sword boy, walked through the old promenade, walked through the old wooden bridge, and climbed to the back of Zhongnan Mountain.
Houshan small bridge running water family.
There is a wooden building quietly located in it.
However, Xie Yunling was not close to the wooden house, and a faint laughter came from the house, with a bit of sharpness.
"What day is it today, how come so many old guys come to find an old man?"
With laughter.
Inside the wooden house, two figures walked out.
A person rickets on his back, with metal armor on his arms and coarse linen, which looks a little unfathomable.
"Government's sons, male losers, your old thing is not mixed with Mobeike Na, why did you come to Zhongnan Mountain?"
Seeing this figure, Xie Yunling's eyes were fixed and he couldn't help it.
The dwarf figure in rickshaw opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse to chance, as if the gauze was rubbing against the stone.
"Xiang Shaoyun led the army of the West County to break through the organ city, and our organs suffered heavy losses... The Mo family suffered even more."
"Xiang Shaoyun had a fairy edge... It wasn't the original tyrant who knew brute force. It was normal for the organ city to be untenable. The organ city was a weapon to deal with martial arts, but it was very weak against practitioners..."
Xie Yunling said.
"Humph……"
Gong Shuyu snorted unwillingly.
"Hahaha, don't be noisy, we old bones are so rare to gather together, why do we keep arguing?"
There was a gentle voice.
The white-haired old man in the Jinfu smiled at Xie Yunling and Gong Yuyu.
This person is the purpose of Xie Yunling's trip.
Zhongnan Sword sent the sons, the sword saints flowed eastward.
Dao Zong, Sword School, Organist... The sons of the three major forces of the 100 schools of the Zhuzi actually met in the log cabin in the back hill of Zhongnan Mountain.
If this scene is known to the world, it may cause some shock.
"Lao Hua, Daozong and the Sword School have always been harmonious, and you and I are in Nanjun. What should Daozong experience, should you be clear?"
Xie Yunling glanced at the white-haired old man and said.
"Naturally, I know that I was talking about you just after the defeat..."
"Tang Dang Dao Zong couldn't stop an abandoned man five years ago." East China Liu smiled.
Xie Yunling didn't care.
"The skills are not as good as others. If you lose, you lose. What a funny thing. It's normal for Jiangshan to show talent..."
"I came to you today to remind you that Bai Yujing's ambition is not small..."
Xie Yunling said.
"Bai Yujing wants to conquer my Daozong, and after Daozong...is the sword faction, Tianjijia has been conquered by him, renamed Tianji Pavilion, he is going to be a force above the hundred schools of the sons."
"My Daozong can't stop Bai Yujing, do you think the sword faction can stop it? If I remember well, the sword faction's seven heroes could die in Beiluo City."
Gong Shuyu glanced at Huadong Liu.
"Old Xie, let's just say it, what are you talking about?"
East China stream said lightly.
Xie Yunling smiled and raised his hand, a beam of aura lingered in his palm.
"I want to go to Beiluo City, for a while, the legendary Lu Pingan..."
"The two, would you like to walk together? Seeing this magnificent master Lu Shao."
"If we are old bones, if we don't move anymore, we really want to become a loess loess, life will come to an end, and the era of the hundreds of families will become the past. Wait, are you willing?"
Xie Yunling's eyes are a little complicated.
East China stream is silent.
He did not expect that Xie Yunling came to him actually to break into Beiluo.
The existence of the three children went to Beiluo...
This is to shake the world.
"Count me in."
suddenly.
The short male loser wrapped in armor spoke.
East China stunned, and then smiled.
"In this case, then my sword saint Hua Dongliu walked away from Beiluo... just to see the strength of Lu Ping'an, the first practitioner in the world."
East China's discourse fell.
With one hand behind him, the Chinese dress fluttered.
Raised his hand and waved violently.
With a loud sound, a stream of light suddenly emerged from the wooden house.
The long sword was inserted in the ground in front of East China's stream, and it was gently shaken.
The shining sword body reflected the presence of three children such as East China Liuliu.
PS: I will go out later, if I come back early, I will write another chapter~ Qiu Yue ticket!