Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The red sunset seemed to have an unripe egg yolk.

Yu Huiyang sprinkled on the blood-stained white shirt guest, quite a bit cold.

Jing Yue stood in a lone boat, leaning on his long sword, and looked back: "The son does not see you, please go back."

Tang Xiansheng's smiling face froze.

This man... really doesn't say anything at all?

Tang Xiansheng had heard of Jingyue, and Jingyue was also quite famous among the sword factions. As a swordsman, this book is always advancing. However, Jingyue has such a wonderful flower that he escapes faster than anyone else.

Tang Xiansheng is very optimistic about Jingyue, because Jingyue is the same kind of person as him, a kind of person who values ​​his life more than anything.

This is why he remembered Jingyue in the sword school.

however……

At this moment, Tang Xiansheng suddenly hated Jing Yue.

Did Lu Ping speak?

Why does this man say that Lu Fan doesn't want to see him?

Tang Xiansheng straightened up slowly, staring at Jing Yue: "Let Xia Te come to see Master Lu, please send a message."

Obviously the tone is not too good.

Reach out without making faces.

If Jing Yue gave him a face, he would also give Jing Yue a face. After all, things like face should be given to each other.

Shaking his head, Jing Yue knew that Tang Xiansheng should be dissatisfied with him in his heart.

After all, the son's voice sounded directly in his mind, and Tang Xiansheng could not hear it.

"The son really said that he didn't want to see you...you can leave."

Jingyue Road.

Afterwards, he grabbed the boat and slammed it against the surface of the water. The water swayed and rippled, and he took the lonely boat and drove to the lake heart island quickly.

Jing Yue's figure gradually disappeared into the misty lake.

The wind in the sunset is warm.

Tang Xiansheng's Chinese clothes fluttering.

He turned his head to look at Luo Yue. A smile appeared again on Tang Xiansheng's face. He lifted a finger from his sleeve and pointed in the direction where Jing Yue disappeared. Pi Xiaorou didn't smile generally: "This person is not authentic."

Luo Yue was speechless.

In fact, he wanted to say that Jing Yue might have really been given the instructions of the young master.

"Lord Commander, can you report it? Said that Tang Xiansheng, the South County prince, personally visited."

Tang Xiansheng said.

Luo Yue opened his mouth, but shook his head.

"Just now that Mr. Bai Yujing's disciple, he said that the son does not want to see Taishou, then it is not, Taishou...please go back."

Luo Yue could not disobey Lu Fan's meaning for Tang Xiansheng.

Tang Xiansheng's face twitched slightly.

This is the first time he has eaten a closed door soup.

Young Master Luluo, how big is the shelf?

Even if he entered Beijing, the emperor would have to meet him personally, Lu Ping...

"It's worthy of being a practitioner. Sure enough, there is the arrogance of practitioners."

Tang Xiansheng smiled gently.

"In this case, the old man will stay here by the lake, when Master Lu will see the old man, and then land on the island."

Luo Yue's shoulder knife glanced at Tang Xiansheng.

This is the routine left by others.

However, Luo Yue's complexion soon became strange.

Tang Xiansheng found a clean bluestone step that had not been stained with blood. After wiping with bupa, he picked up his clothes and sat on it.

Looking at the sunset, the hazy and beautiful Beiluo Lake, blowing the lake wind.

If Tang Xiansheng showed sincerity, should Master Lu Shao meet him?

Tang Xiansheng is really curious about Lu Ping'an.

As today, there is a rumor.

Those who have won the land will have the world.

This rumor is absolutely true. If Lu Ping could be invited to become a staff member, it would be almost at hand.

Tang Xiansheng is confident that with his three-inch tongue, the dead will live alive.

Curved swords can be said to be straight.

The fish and shrimp in the sea can be said to burst out of the water.

Tang Xiansheng looked at the lake quietly, provided there was a chance to speak.

suddenly.

He felt his body floating.

But he found that his body sitting on the bluestone ladder was lifted up.

"what?"

"Why?"

Tang Xiansheng was shocked.

He hurriedly struggled, but the Dragon Blood Army of North Luocheng had taken Dragon Blood Pill, how powerful was his strength.

Tang Xiansheng couldn't get rid of it, so he was raised.

Luo Yue adjusted his armor and gave Tang Xiansheng an indifferent look: "Tang Taishou, just received the order from the young master, the young master does not see you."

"And let you leave the dock."

"Obtrusive."

Tang Xiansheng changed for a while.

why?

Tang Xiansheng didn't understand, why didn't Lu Pingan see him?

He knew that when the Chinese teacher Kong Xiu came, Lu Fan had seen it, and Emperor Yu Wenxiu had come to see Lu Fan.

Even Lu Ba visited late at night, and Lu Fan had seen him.

Why did he disappear?!

"Luo Commander laughed? Lord Lu Shao never spoke, so wait... how can he make an assertion without authorization?"

The smile on Tang Xiansheng's face gradually disappeared.

"The son can hear voices thousands of miles away, and commands come directly into my mind. It is normal for Tang Taishou to not hear."

Luo Yue said lightly.

Several dragon blood sergeants plucked Tang Xiansheng onto the carriage.

"absurd!"

Tang Xiansheng couldn't help being sullen.

Luo Yue frowned, raised his hand and fell on the waist long knife, his body burst out of majestic blood.

"Why use such absurd reasons to disguise the old man?"

however.

Tang Xiansheng's words just fell.

There was a faint voice resounding in his mind.

"Oh? Ridiculous?"

"What absurdity do you say?"

The voice is as warm as jade, but with a touch of indifference and aloofness.

Tang Xiansheng looked stiff, his eyes suddenly widened, and he glanced around incredulously.

Who is speaking?

How could the sound be heard directly in his mind?

Do practitioners have such means?

His son Tang Yimo was also a practitioner, but Tang Xiansheng did not have this concept at all.

"Some words, don't let your son say it three times."

Lu Fan's voice sounded again, and then he fell silent.

Tang Xiansheng opened his mouth.

Obviously, he felt the unhappiness in Lu Fan's words.

Therefore, he dared not ask again.

Master Beiluolu's temper is notorious, Tang Xiansheng feels that if he really angered the other party, he might not be able to walk out of Beiluocheng.

People who are afraid of death like him dare not try.

Tang Xiansheng arched his hand in the direction of Huxin Island with inexplicable awe, and then got into the carriage.

"Go back to Dijing."

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Lu Fan leaned on the Qianren Chair, holding a bronze wine glass in his hand, which was filled with warm green plum wine.

The white shirt was blowing in the wind, and the temples were elegantly fluttering.

It makes sense for him not to see Tang Xiansheng, because there is no need to see.

The purpose of Tang Xiansheng's coming to him was obvious. He wanted to persuade him to join Nanjun and become his staff. Lu Fan really didn't like this kind of thing.

Therefore, he refused to meet directly.

Compared to seeing Tang Xiansheng, Lu Fan felt that it was better to put up a wind and rain bureau, or watch Nie Changqing and others form a group to paint the secret masters.

Jing Yue returned.

When the lone boat carrying him fluttered in the lake.

Ni Yu and Nie Shuang on the island all exhaled for a long time.

Ni Yu took out the Qiqi Dan wrapped in Bupapa in disgust and threw it back to Jingyue.

Jing Yue grinned broadly and went to the second floor of the pavilion.

"Son..."

Jing Yue knelt in front of Lu Fan on one knee.

Lu Fan took a sip of the liquor from the bronze wine glass and said, "Not bad."

"From today, you are a disciple of Bai Yujing."

Jing Yue raised his head in surprise.

"Thank you son!"

Lu Fan nodded slightly, playing with the wine glass in his hand.

Jing Yue's broken and blunt sword flew out and landed in Lu Fan's hands.

"Um... this sword is useless."

"Today, you, as my Bai Yujing disciple, will give you a sword."

Lu Fandao.

At the next moment, raise your hand, and your slender fingers rest on the hand guard, and gently move forward.

The scarlet Fengling sword flew out.

The sword that lingered around Jingyue was burning.

A ball of molten iron floated in the air.

Lu Fan's mind surged, and soon, the molten iron became long and narrow, turning into a green front.

The sword is three feet long and has a peculiar pattern engraved on it.

The sword floated in front of Lu Fan, Lu Fan flexed his hands, flicked at the tip of the sword, the belly of the sword, and the hilt three times. Each time, the aura burst out and shocked the blade.

Fengling Jian returned to the wheelchair guard.

Wave one's hand.

Qing Feng's three-foot sword floated in front of Jing Yue.

"This is a sword given to you, the name of the sword, you take it yourself."

Lu Fandao.

"Sword, the head of attack, sword intention can help the power of the sword, I hope you will live up to this sword, can build sword intention, and become a true swordsman with sword intention."

Lu Fan said.

Jing Yue's face was full of excitement, and his lips were shaking.

Is this the gift given by the son?

Looking at the sword as beautiful as if it would touch his heart, Jing Yue's outstretched hand was almost shaking.

Holding up the sword, it's like picking up the lover's slender hand.

This was the first gift Jingyue received in his life, and it was also his favorite gift, none of them.

The sword is, the man is.

Lu Fan waved his hand, and Jing Yue dropped the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

He held the sword, stroking it admiringly.

suddenly.

A black shadow appeared quietly behind Jingyue, scared Jingyue's heart almost shrunk.

"Can you borrow this sword to observe the old man?"

The hoarse voice sounded like sandstone.

Jing Yue looked back suddenly, watching from side to side, but couldn't see anyone. Looking down, she saw a small figure.

"Lost lose... Senior?"

Jing Yue stunned.

He discovered that this person had become the head of the government cabinet under the influence of Bai Yujing, and he was defeated.

The male loser was holding his hand, his hair was gray, full of twilight and old age.

His eyes were fixed on the sword in Jing Yue's hand.

Seems to have seen the hesitation of the male loser.

"Your sword is missing a scabbard, borrowing from an old man to observe, and giving you a scabbard."

The male loses his hoarse voice.

Jing Yue smiled and handed the sword to the male loser.

Gong Shuyu's excitement to take over the sword was no less than Jing's. He seemed to see a peerless beauty, gently touching the palm of his hand.

Stroking the pattern on the sword, stroking the blade of the sword...

"It's a worthy son... This sword is exquisite, and it has won the essence of "The Refiner's Handbook". This is a spirit tool, a yellow level top grade spirit tool!"

Lose the road.

He has read "The Refiner Handbook" and learned about the division of the ranks of spiritual tools.

He reluctantly returned the sword to Jingyue.

"The sword is a good sword, but it still needs a lot of cultivation. The device is dead, and the person is alive. If you can incorporate the human spirit into the device, the power of the device will be enhanced."

"Like Nie Changqing, his pig-killing knife is not just an ordinary pig-killing knife anymore, because of his extravagance, it may not be as good as your sword in quality, but the real combat, the power is far from what you can resist. ."

"What is this sword called?"

The loser lost, said.

Jingyue Mo was holding the sword with a smile on his face: "My surname is Jing, this sword is my god... Then it is called, Jingtian sword."

"Jingtian?"

Gong Shuyu chewed the sword name slightly and nodded slightly.

"Give the old man three days to build a scabbard for Jingtianjian..."

Lose the road.

Afterwards, he took a step and took out the "Refiner Handbook" and looked at it hungrily.

If he didn't feel that Lu Fan had refined a sword for Jingyue, he wouldn't pay attention to Jingyue at all.

"Thank you senior!"

Jing Yue was very moved, pursed his lips, and the sword given to him by the son was too precious.

He really is the most promising cub!

...

South county.

Tiandang Mountain.

The cold moonlight spreads down.

Daozong's ancient stone stairs are covered with mottled traces.

A figure wrapped in black robes walked slowly and stepped up to the mountain gate of Daozong step by step.

Above Daping, the gate-keeper Dao dozed off holding a broom.

The black robe stepped on the footsteps of the broken leaves, waking up Daotong.

Daotong opened his eyes and saw the figure of the black robe, slightly startled.

"you……"

However, the black robe with a depressive smile lifted the hood, revealing a brutal and ferocious face, but that face was somewhat charming.

Charming?

Daotong's heart contracted for a while, which was so damn charming.

"Barbarous...barbarians?!"

Daotong was so frightened that he saw the violent and coexistent face of Yue Hua under Yue Hua.

The black-robed man's orchid finger twisted lightly, and Daotong's eyebrows were a little, Daotong seemed to be infatuated, holding the broom.

"Dao Zong... No, it's called Dao Pavilion now? Bai Yu Jing Yu Dao Pavilion?"

The black robe chuckled.

"Is body storage the most powerful in this world? Qi Dan is the realm of condensed gas. Body storage is similar to the "building foundation" of the world like me. Unfortunately, the body storage that was born is just the first entry. If you have a practitioner who has the pinnacle of hiding, it will be a bit troublesome."

Black robe man orchid finger gently brushed on the cheek, touching the rough hair, frowned in disgust.

"This dirty, disgusting body."

"Lu Yuping, the master of Bai Yujing, is rumored to be the first practitioner in the world. According to the bottleneck of the world's strength, it should be at most a Chinese monk who builds a foundation. I should deal with the power of my ray of knowledge, but it should be dealt with, but ...It’s still better to be careful, first explore this person’s reality."

The hoarse laughed with a bit of a charming smile.

The black robe had a finger on Xiao Daotong's eyebrow, and there was a faint wave spreading out, shaking the air, and Xiao Daotong fell to the ground in dementia.

Taoism, view inside.

The candlelight lighted up.

On an old table of eight immortals, Xie Yunling wore a robe, his temples were white, holding a brush, and writing and drawing with candlelight. After experiencing the defeat of Huxin Island, Xie Yunling began to study the Taoist formation.

He found that Dao Shu array was very promising.

If he had enough aura, he could cause some trouble for Lu Ping'an in the battle at Huxin Island.

Pity.

He has too little aura.

suddenly.

The pen in Xie Yunling's hand gave a slight pause.

No wind blowing.

However, the candlelight on the Eight Immortals table was swaying wildly.

"who?!"

Xie Yunling raised his head violently and burst into noise!

The hoarse... resounded with a somewhat charming smile.

But in front of the Taoist temple, there was a figure wearing a hood and black robe.

Between Xie Yunling's pupils blinked.

The man in black robe disappeared from the door of Taoist temple, and appeared behind him like a ghost. His thick fingers were pinched into orchids and laid on his shoulders.

PS: The third one is more than four thousand words.

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