Chengdu.
Inside the palace.
The golden walls are splendid, jade inlaid with pearls and emeralds, glazed tiles, cornices, carved and painted buildings, red-coated tiles and green tiles, all showing elegance and splendor.
The halls in the palace are well-proportioned and carefully arranged, with thrones hanging curtains, cauldrons pouring incense, golden dragons and hundreds of patterns, and under the colorful glazed window screens, the palace maids and maids stand graceful and graceful, dressed in colorful ceremonial clothes. It is a picturesque scene.
During the banquet, Wang Jian was wearing a dragon robe and a crown, sitting at the top.
Meng Zhixiang sat at the main seat on one side, raised his hand, and the wine in his cup was like a smile.
Wang Jian raised his glass, and Meng Zhixiang raised his glass in response.
During the banquet, the host and guests were all happy and happy.
…
Xuanwu Mountain.
Tianshi Mansion.
In a room in the mansion, Zhang Zifan was practicing with thunder rolling around his body.
On the beam of the room, Zhang Xuanling, dressed in a Taoist robe, was lying on the room, looking at Zhang Zifan, and then at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky.
The breeze blows...
There are mountains and rivers, and my wife is by my side, that's enough, no regrets.
After a long time, Zhang Zifan finished his work and stood still.
He was wearing a white robe, and his long white hair had not been cut for several days and was already a little longer than before. At this moment, his long hair was slightly fluttering in the wind.
He closed his eyes and felt everything in the world.
"Dad?" Zhang Zifan opened his eyes, looked at Zhang Xuanling on the beam, and said calmly.
"Let's go eat." Zhang Xuanling's figure flashed and he came to Zhang Zifan's side in an instant. He said, then turned and walked out of the yard.
"Yes." Zhang Zifan nodded and followed Zhang Xuanling.
"I... still don't understand how to use thunder to sense all things in the world." After many days of instruction from Zhang Xuanling, his skills have improved greatly, but he still has difficulty reaching the realm Zhang Xuanling said.
"Eat first." Zhang Xuanling smiled but did not answer.
The eyes on the body can see the eyes, the eyes formed by thunder and magic can see through all things in the world, and the eyes in the heart can see through the world and people's hearts.
This brat is much better than this old man.
On the dinner table.
A woman in pear-yellow clothes was sitting on the table, serving food to Zhang Zifan and Zhang Xuanling. She had a beautiful, graceful face, a lotus face, a plain face, fresh and refined. Hao's wrists move lightly, her robes flow elegantly, like a fairy descending into the world.
Xu Huan.
Zhang Xuanling and Zhang Zifan, father and son, were cooking without any image, and they had no image of the Tianshi Mansion Tianshi and the young master of Tongwen Pavilion.
"One more bowl." Zhang Xuanling handed the clean rice bowl to Xu Huan.
"Mom, I'll have another bowl too." Zhang Zifan also finished a bowl of rice, with a few grains of rice still in the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah." Xu Huan wiped the rice grains from Zhang Zifan's mouth with a smile, then picked up their bowls and left with a smile.
"Here." Zhang Xuanling conjured an iron fan like a magic trick and handed it to Zhang Zifan.
"This is..." Zhang Zifan looked at Zhang Xuanling in front of him and hesitated to speak, but he still raised his hand to take the iron fan and solemnly inserted it into his waist.
"Dad..." Zhang Zifan said.
With just this one word, there may be many more things he wanted to say, but he failed to say them out.
"If you have anything you want to say, just say it. There is nothing that cannot be said between father and son?" Zhang Xuanling looked at Zhang Zifan in front of him and smiled kindly.
"I... plan to go to Xianzhou." Zhang Zifan hesitated before speaking.
A wanderer who has been away from home for many years actually feels a bit of struggle in his heart when he talks like this. A great chivalrous person serves the country and the people, but for what his heart desires, he... is willing to go through this.
"Go and be safe." Zhang Xuanling agreed to Zhang Zifan's request without hesitation.
Zhang Zifan was stunned when he heard this, but then he nodded solemnly.
"Take this." Zhang Xuanling threw out a token and Zhang Zifan raised his hand to catch it.
"Is this the token of the Tianshi Mansion?
forget it. "Zhang Zifan looked at the token thrown by Zhang Xuanling in his hand, felt moved, and handed the token back.
Zhang Xuanling didn't answer.
"When you go out this time, you don't have to take care of the overall situation, whether it's a prince or a general.
Tianshi Mansion will always be behind you. "Zhang Xuanling looked at Zhang Zifan in front of him and smiled nonchalantly.
"Don't be afraid. I've beaten Zhu Wen in the face. Are you afraid of other people?" Zhang Xuanling calmly took a bite of food and said with a kind smile.
Without these sixteen years of madness, the Taoist would be considered the best in the world.
"By the way, dad, here's this for you, maybe it can help you." Zhang Zifan took out a silk book from his arms and handed it to Zhang Xuanling.
"This is?" Zhang Xuanling thought for a moment.
"The Holy Qiankun Gong." Zhang Zifan sat at the table and said calmly.
…
Outside Luoyang City.
As the sun sets in the west, the sky burns like blood and fire, and the golden afterglow flows with the beauty of time. The vast mountains and clear water form a beautiful picture. The birds are singing in the mountains and the flowers are fragrant, and the wind caressing the face is comfortable.
Wearing cloth and wearing a pair of straw sandals, a short, fat and honest man, carrying a box on his back, walked slowly on the road.
Withered vines and old trees, small bridges and flowing water, the sun sets in the west.
Behind him, there was a child dressed in black and with an immature face.
One old and one young, the two slowly walked from the majestic city to the distant mountains and rivers along the somewhat rugged road.
Occasionally, I passed by a small river. Under the setting sun, thousands of gold fragments rippled in the ripples of the river water.
"Master." Luo Xiaobei, carrying a small bundle on his back, bounced next to Duan Chengtian, looked at Duan Chengtian, and said.
"Well, Xiaobei." Duan Chengtian looked in the distance and walked steadily step by step.
"What are we going to do on this trip?" Luo Xiaobei asked curiously as he looked at the big box carried behind his master.
"Send something." Duan Chengtian didn't say much, he just described his mission like this.
"Is it for... the prison country?" Luo Xiaobei thought for a moment, looked at Duan Chengtian, and asked.
"How do you know?" Duan Chengtian asked as he walked, looking at Luo Xiaobei in surprise.
"Is it weird? I am the bad guy Luo Xiaobei!" Luo Xiaobei looked at his master, feeling a little proud that he had surpassed his master's expectations for him.
Duan Chengtian shook his head and said nothing.
"Hehe, master, congratulations, you are already the God of Protector of the Country." Luo Xiaobei changed the subject, looked at Duan Chengtian in front of him, and said with a playful smile, Li Xingyun canonized the thirty-sixth captain of Tiangang as the God of Protector of the Country. The news about the sword spread quickly, at least Luo Xiaobei already knew about it.
"Yeah." Duan Chengtian said nothing, just nodded.
"One day, you will be able to stand alone." Duan Chengtian said with emotion as he looked at the rushing river beside him and the sunlight rippling on the river.
"Of course, I am Duan Chengtian's apprentice!" Luo Xiaobei said, looking at the sunset on the horizon, letting the sunlight shine on his body, feeling the warmth.
The writing is not good, there is nothing I can do about it.
(End of chapter)
