Judging from the current incompatible relationship between Lu Xuan and Donghuang Wending, once Donghuang Wending becomes emperor, he will not let Lu Xuan go.
And if Lu Xuan was in the Donghuang clan, wouldn't he be in trouble?
Lu Xuan knew the meaning of Cao Yanbin's words and shook his head: "No, I have to go."
Emperor Donghuang still has a chance of winning. Although the chance of winning is slim, Lu Xuan still wants to take a gamble.
Seeing Lu Xuan's firm gaze, Changsun Hongyang, Lei Yan and Cao Yanbin naturally couldn't say anything more.
"Stop talking about this matter, come on, let's drink!" Lu Xuan said loudly.
Lei Yan, Changsun Hongyang and Cao Yanbin raised their glasses and drank together.
The four people, headed by Lu Xuan, chatted happily, and Lu Xuan had not drunk so much wine in a long time.
In this alien world where nothing matters, Lu Xuan rarely finds a few like-minded friends.
"Brother Lu, your literary talent is extraordinary, how about writing a lyric to add to the fun?"
At this time, Changsun Hongyang suddenly made a suggestion.
"good!"
Taking advantage of the drunkenness, Cao Yanbin and Lei Yan applauded one after another.
Looking at the moon like a silver plate in the distance, Lu Xuan slowly spoke, raised his glass and said: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine, I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky -"
Listening to the sad melody, the moon was bright in the sky, but sorrow filled my heart. For a moment, Lei Yan, Changsun Hongyang and Cao Yanbin were all fascinated by it, and a sense of sadness came to their hearts.
"Nung, moon and new moon!"
When Lu Xuan finished reading this last sentence, the entire restaurant was silent.
"Bah bang bang!"
Finally, Lei Yan, Changsun Hongyang and Cao Yanbin reacted and clapped their hands excitedly.
"Brother Lu, this poem is simply from the mouth of a god, I admire it!" Changsun Hongyang once again expressed his admiration for Lu Xuan.
Only this time, Lu Xuan didn't feel ashamed for "plagiarizing" the ancient poem, because this poem really reflected his current state of mind.
The martial arts competition finally came to an end. Although Lu Xuan passed through five levels and killed six generals, it was quite easy to advance. However, he not only had to compete with opponents in each round, but also had to fight openly and secretly with Donghuang Wending.
Lu Xuan kept thinking carefully about how his heart would not be tired.
Lu Xuan was really tired now, but no one could tell.
Lu Xuan missed the days when he had just retired from the army and returned to Jiangning, meeting every confidante, and falling in love with Ning Wanxi, the beautiful CEO wife. Those days were really beautiful.
On Penglai Island, Lu Xuan felt aggrieved and uncomfortable.
Lei Yan and Cao Yanbin didn't understand how beautiful this poem was, but they could hear the artistic conception.
Cao Yanbin asked: "Brother Lu, are you homesick?"
"Um!"
Lu Xuan sighed: "I miss home."
"Then go back and take a look," Lei Yan said loudly.
go back? How to go back?
Lu Xuan couldn't explain, so Cao Yanbin said seriously: "I think Brother Lu must have something to hide. Otherwise, the Immortal Island is so small, even if Brother Lu's home is on the other side of the island, it wouldn't be difficult to go back."
"No more talking," Lu Xuan waved his hand.
Why are you talking to these three ancient thinkers?
It has been almost a month since he came to Penglai Island. Lu Xuan has lost all contact with his family. How can he miss home?
Especially Hong Qianqian, calculating the date, the due date is approaching!
"Come on, drink!"
Lu Xuan raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. Feeling depressed in his heart, he really drank freely.
While drinking, Lu Xuan didn't know when he fell -
It's rare to get drunk in life, and sometimes it's time to get drunk.
Lu Xuan didn't know who sent him back to the inn. Early the next morning, Tiandao Sect set off back to the sect.
After the martial arts tournament ended, all the sects left the Nightless City one after another.
After a day of traveling, Lu Xuan returned to the Tiandao Sect. Everyone in the sect learned that Lu Xuan had won second place in the martial arts competition, and the entire Tiandao Sect celebrated with joy.
Originally, Nan Batian wanted to hold a celebration banquet for Lu Xuan, but Lu Xuan refused. Now he just wants to concentrate on training.
Time flies, and inadvertently, two days pass by quietly. Tomorrow will be the battle for the throne of the Donghuang clan.
Lu Xuan is also preparing to leave for the Donghuang clan in the afternoon.
This time, Lu Xuan will not let Wang Yue Zhixin and Wang Yue Zhiyi follow him, because he doesn't know whether he can come back alive and safe.
"Dong dong——"
When Lu Xuan was packing his clothes, there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in!"
Nan Batian walked in from outside and saw Lu Xuan packing his luggage. He smiled and said, "Lu Xuan, are you leaving now?"
"Yeah!" Lu Xuan nodded.
Nan Batian said meaningfully: "You seem to have forgotten one thing."
"Well!"
Lu Xuan asked in surprise: "What's the matter?"
"Forgot the reward our sect gave you," Nan Batian reminded.
Lu Xuan really forgot about this.
Before participating in the martial arts competition, Sect Master Nan said that if he ranked among the top ten in the martial arts competition, he would be able to enter the sect's library and view the martial arts secrets stored by the sect.
However, Lu Xuan did not believe that Tiandao Sect could have any martial arts manual that would attract him.
"Let's forget it," Lu Xuan shook his head.
The strength of martial arts is ultimately based on cultivation, unless one has very powerful martial arts, such as Nan Batian's Dahe Sword Intent, or the Donghuang clan's Five Emperors Seal Art.
In the competition between the various masters in the martial arts tournament, Lu Xuan did not see anyone use any peerless magical skills.
This means that extremely advanced martial arts are really rare.
Most of the martial arts are similar. The competition between masters focuses on cultivation or swordsmanship.
Now that Lu Xuan has learned Nan Batian's Dahe Sword Intent, he does not believe that there are martial arts in Tiandao Sect's library that are more advanced than Dahe Sword Intent.
Nan Batian rolled his eyes and said, "Lu Xuan, you seem to look down on me, the Tiandao Sect!"
"Pfft!"
Mochizuki Zhixin and Mochizuki Zhiyi, who were cleaning the room, couldn't help but laugh out loud, but they quickly stopped laughing and were embarrassed to laugh.
"Master Nan, is it possible that there is a martial arts in Cangshuge that is more profound than your Dahe Sword Intent?" Lu Xuan asked.
"this--"
Nan Batian was speechless and speechless for a moment.
"hehe!"
Nan Batian laughed dryly and said: "It's still early anyway. If you go to the library, you might find unexpected surprises. You know, the library of our Tiandao Sect has been collected by masters from various sects for hundreds of years. It comes from martial arts classics.”
It's hard to refuse such kindness, and you can't deny the Nan Sect Leader face. Lu Xuan could only nodded: "Okay then!"
