At night.
The moonlight shines.
In Beimang, there is a prosperous city.
Even though it has fallen into the night, it is still noisy and lively, lanterns are hung high, business travelers are constantly coming and going, and there are also many people with swords and swords among them.
A fairy-like old man with white hair and white beard was telling the fortune of a rich man. He was just telling the fortune of a safe home and a long life. After a few words, he made the rich man happy and smiling. He took out a piece of broken silver and handed it to the old man.
"Yuan Qingshan, you are lying again."
After the rich man left, a child "walked" out of the fortune teller's body.
The child crossed his arms and spoke in an old-fashioned tone. Looking carefully, the child's appearance seems to be somewhat similar to the fortune teller.
"Fortune telling is not just for peace of mind. I tell him what he wants. He is happy to hear it and I am happy to receive the money. This is a win-win business."
The fortune teller said with a smile, bought four buns and handed each to the child: "If I don't have money, I will be hungry. If I am hungry, you will be hungry too."
"It's wrong to lie to people." The child gnawed on the bun and said vaguely: "Besides, you are the Imperial Master of Beimang. If you show yourself to the government casually, they will not serve you with good wine and food."
"Wrong, I am Beimang's Imperial Master, he is just a fortune teller." Another figure "floated" out of the fortune teller's body. He was an old Taoist with a celestial spirit.
The old Taoist smiled, held a whisk in his hand, and had a slight beard on his chin. He picked up another bun and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Yes, fortune tellers should tell fortunes and divination to make a living. If you randomly say that you are Beimang's national master, you will be slapped by the government."
The fourth person walked out of the fortune teller's body and picked up the last bun.
The fourth person is a handsome young Taoist, about 27 or 28 years old, carrying a long sword on his back.
The scenes that happened one after another to the fortune teller can be said to be extremely weird, but no one in the crowd came to know about it on the street.
Otherwise, not only will they be surprised, but they will also find that the appearance of these four guys has a slight similarity, as if they are four generations living under the same roof, or... they are the four stages of childhood, youth, middle age, and old age of a person. Although their appearance looks very different, they are only separated by ten or twenty years.
"You three are in a group, you are all bullying others." The child pouted angrily and glared at the other three people hatefully.
The three people looked at each other and smiled. The fortune teller rubbed his head and said hehe, "You are the youngest. If you don't bully anyone, you will bully them."
"I quit. Next time I don't want to be a child. I want to be a swordsman and a national teacher." The child said very dissatisfied.
hold head high! !
While the four of them were talking and laughing, they suddenly heard a sad and desperate dragon roar, and couldn't help but look in the direction of Beiliang.
After a long silence, the fortune teller shook his head and sighed: "The Beimang True Dragon has fallen. It seems that Tuoba Bodhisattva's plan has failed..."
"Murong Tonghuang is indeed a troublesome person. Among the people taking action this time are Tuoba Bodhisattva, Tong Ren Patriarch, Jian Qi Yuan..." The child said in a sweet voice, counting on his fingers.
"Haha, Old Monster Wang is firmly ranked second in the world. Even such a top master was defeated by Emperor Murong Tong. If they go to intercept and kill him, they will die." The handsome man with the sword behind his back sneered.
"Stealing chickens but losing rice, Her Majesty the Empress is probably going to be furious, but what can be done to such a great warrior after offending him? As long as he doesn't seek death, he will trap himself in an army composed of thousands of troops. In the formation, everyone can come and go as they please." The old Taoist priest said, stroking his beard.
The four people discussed it for a while, then suddenly laughed at the same time, looked at each other with smiling eyes, and said in unison: "But, what does this have to do with me."
So the child, the swordsman, and the Taoist priest simultaneously transformed into a distorted light and shadow, and reintegrated into the fortune teller's body.
"Reading and watching the game, how many points are gained in the book, and how many points are lost in the game. When asked about Qingshan, there is nothing outside the Tao, but there is something in Qingshan..."
In the long chant, the fortune teller floated away.
What a free and easy old man.
Today's world is a time of great strife. No less talented than those of the Spring and Autumn Period. There are more famous people in Beimang and Liyang than you can count with two hands and two feet.
But when it comes to being free and easy, floating in the world, Yuan Qingshan, a Taoist from all over the world, can be regarded as the only one.
This person is gifted with extraordinary talents and has cultivated the supreme magical power of Taoism to transform the three pure beings.
One of them is clearly the Taoist sect Qilin Zhenren, and the other two clones also have other places to go.
But this deity travels around the world, looking at the world with a smile, and his ascension is just a thought away.
The only concern in the world may be that he was a disciple in Liyang in the past. He has the appearance of an emperor, and it is not certain that he will become the leader of the Central Plains in the future.
It's all done by chance, success or failure depends on fate.
It seems that Huang Sanjia, who uses all living beings in the world as pawns, values that kid a little, and may save a few pieces for him in the future.
…
…………
Huang Sanjia was a little annoyed.
Especially the guy riding a mule and straddling a wooden sword.
He was obviously in a state of desolation, but he always looked elated and conceited.
Especially in front of beautiful women, he always puffed up his chest and pretended to be a rich young master, and even used Huang Sanjia as a servant.
Of course, Huang Sanjia would not spoil him, and would often just kick that bastard in the butt.
The bastard didn't care. He patted his butt and sighed, saying how bastard and rude the servants in the house were. Don't be offended. Thick skin is really rare.
This guy is the only one who can make Huang Longshi bored and helpless.
The mule was under his butt, and Wen Hua said with a playful smile: "I have the wooden sword in my hand, I have it in the world": "Old man Huang, when we get to the capital, who should I compete with for swordsmanship? Although I only have two swords, young master, it doesn't matter what I do. It’s a master, it’s your first challenge, you can’t lose too many points, no matter what, you have to pick a powerful person.”
"Okay, just Emperor Murong Tong, I guess this time the vassal prince comes to Beijing as usual, that guy will also join in the fun." Huang Longshi said angrily.
Wen Hua almost jumped up from his mule and shouted: "Although I, Wen Hua, am a genius swordsman, how can I challenge the best in the world as soon as I get out of the world? Old Man Huang, do you want me to die?!"
Old Man Huang chuckled: "As you said, he is the best in the world. No matter whether he wins or not, as long as you challenge him, even if you are beaten to a pig's head, you will still steal the show. Look at the person who challenged Old Monster Wang in the first place. , it’s either Deng Tai’a or Jian Jiuhuang, which one is less famous?”
"That's the same truth. Old Man Huang, you are really an old monster."
Wen Hua nodded thoughtfully, but soon became agitated again and shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no. Wang Laoguai doesn't kill people, Murong Tonghuang wants to kill people, and he kills very fiercely, even the prince and the vassal king." Dare to kill, if one of them is in a bad mood, I, Wen Hua, will die young."
"You only have so much courage." Old Man Huang sneered: "How about Baijiang Mountain in Dongyue Jianchi?"
Wen Hua shook his head again and said: "Although I don't know who Bai Jiangshan is, I know Dongyue Jianchi at least. Old Man Huang, let's choose another one. He has a certain reputation, but his martial arts cannot be too high."
"You bastard..."
Old Man Huang had the urge to kick Wen Hua on the butt again.
Suddenly, he seemed to hear a dragon's roar, and couldn't help but turn his head to look in the direction of Beimang, as if he saw the collapse of luck.
He frowned, calculated with his fingers, and couldn't help but secretly thought: "This collapsing luck is a bit familiar, it seems to be the real dragon raised in Beimang. But that real dragon is entrenched in the royal court of Beimang, and there are as many masters as there are. , coupled with its own ability to enter the divine realm, who can kill it and not even be able to escape..."
The figures of the world's top masters flashed through his mind quickly, Wang Xianzhi, Deng Tai'a, Cao Changqing... and soon, they settled on a figure of unparalleled elegance.
"There's no mistake, it's him."
"That guy entered Beimang and killed Tuoba Bodhisattva's youngest son. He also got close to Beiliang, so Tuoba Bodhisattva had to get rid of him no matter what. It was not enough to set up a killing array and even invite the Beimang True Dragon. Surprisingly, now it seems that most of the interceptions have failed, and even the real dragons have been killed."
In a second thought, Huang Sanjia guessed what happened, and at the same time he became even more afraid of Emperor Murong Tong.
Just because he also guessed that in order to deal with Murong Shuangkui, who was ranked first in martial arts, Beimang must have gone all out and used all his masters, but he was completely defeated.
When Huang Longshi's eyes turned to Wen Hua, for some reason, he remembered Yu Liancheng's dish in Xiangguo Lane and what he said to him.
"Leave a thin line in your life so that we can see each other later."
"This world belongs to the people of the world, not to you Huang Sanjia. It is up to the people of the world to decide where to go."
But one of Huang Longshi's bad habits is to use people as chess pieces.
And one of the most important purposes why he came to Beijing this time was to force Wen Hua to make a cruel choice, to see if this boy would be willing to fight for the sword that promised him to become a land god, and to give up his beloved sword. Woman, go and exchange for a brotherhood that was forged in just one year.
"Haha, if others threaten me, I won't dare to make a move, and I would be looking down on me, Huang Longshi." Huang Sanjia's face turned cold, and his smile was actually cruel.
Wen Hua, who was about to talk to Huang Sanjia next to him, couldn't help but shudder when he saw this smile.
After rubbing his eyes, he realized that Huang Sanjia's smile had disappeared, leaving only a slight frown on his eyebrows, showing a thoughtful look.
"Old Man Huang, what are you thinking about?" Wen Hua couldn't help but ask.
Huang Sanjia seemed to be talking to himself: "Wang Xianzhi has gone into seclusion. Although he was defeated by Murong Tonghuang, he was by no means willing to admit defeat easily. He also lost to Li Chungang six times in a row, and only in the seventh This time I defeated the opponent. This time I added fuel to the fire and sent Wang Xianzhi a message. If he leaves the country early and reads the news, he might also go to the capital, and it will be lively by then. "
Wen Hua scratched his head, obviously not understanding Huang Sanjia's words.
After Huang Sanjia came to his senses, he turned to look at Wen Hua and continued the previous topic: "You kid can't do this, and you can't do that either. I'll tell you to a slightly inferior master, the contemporary swordsman Wu Liuding's maid Cui. Flowers, okay?”
Wen Hua thought about it and felt how fierce a maid could be. She patted her chest and said proudly: "Okay, why not? It's a gentleman who can say no."
Old Man Huang glanced sideways and sneered, full of contempt and disdain.
Wen Hua immediately understood the chill of this laughter and became furious. He said angrily: "I'm just a young kid who has never tasted meat. What's wrong!? I look down on you. Don't you always brag about how awesome you are in front of me? You do. If you can, get me a girl with a slim waist, long legs and a big bun."
Old Man Huang said calmly: "Okay, I'll find one for you. I just hope you don't regret it."
Wen Hua's eyes widened and he asked tentatively: "Didn't you bluff me? If what you say on paper is true, be careful that I will hate you for the rest of my life and stab you every day."
Old Man Huang was too lazy to pay attention to this pushy guy and continued to think about Wang Xianzhi.
To deal with Emperor Murong Tong, you have to rely on Wang Xianzhi.
Warrior versus warrior.
I just don’t know, has Wang Xianzhi come out of confinement?
…
"Well, I'm out of seclusion."
Emperor Wu City, the top floor of the attic.
Standing at the window in linen clothes and linen shoes, Old Monster Wang slightly responded to Lin Ya, the only female apprentice behind him. Then he turned his head and looked towards the vast East China Sea.
Under the moonlight, the East China Sea was sparkling with mist, adding a bit of ethereal fairy air.
Wang Xianzhi couldn't help but recall the battle with Emperor Murong Tong on the East China Sea.
That's a really scary character.
His cultivation is so strong that he is almost invulnerable.
After the battle in the East China Sea, he kept reviewing that station.
But no matter how we review it, there is no possibility of victory, and we even notice more terrifying details.
——That guy may still have some energy left.
He, Wang Xianzhi, boasted that he was as good as Lu Zu when he was close to him. But that guy's strength is probably above Lu Zu's. And he is still just a young man, and his cultivation is far from reaching its peak.
Wang Xianzhi felt powerless every time she had this idea.
However, he also benefited a lot from the battle in the East China Sea, so he went into seclusion until today.
Nowadays, Wang Xianzhi's strength has also made further progress.
A strong opponent can indeed promote the continuous progress of martial arts.
But even so, there is still no certainty that he can defeat Emperor Murong Tong.
I felt slightly unwilling in my heart.
Although he claims to be second in the world, he may not be willing to be second in the world.
"By the way, Master, someone sent a letter some time ago. The person who sent the letter was an ordinary person, but he said that the person who asked him to deliver the letter was named Huang Longshi." Lin Yao interrupted Wang Xianzhi's thinking with a crisp voice.
"Huanglongshi?!" Wang Xianzhi frowned: "Huangsanjia Huanglongshi?"
"We asked the sender, and it seemed that he was Huang Longshi. So we put the envelope away and waited for Master to deal with it." Lin Ya said.
"Bring the envelope over here." Wang Xianzhi said.
"yes."
Soon, a very ordinary envelope was delivered to Huang Longshi.
Wang Xianzhi opened it with ease. At his level of cultivation, there is no so-called hidden weapon or poison in the world that can be detrimental to him.
There was only a piece of rice paper in the letter, and there were only a few ten numbers on the rice paper, but Old Monster Wang's expression became solemn.
Lin Ya was secretly curious when he saw the master's face, but he was intimidated by the master's majesty and did not dare to take a peek.
"This is indeed written by Huang Longshi. I'm going out to Emperor Wu's City." Wang Xianzhi slowly put down the rice paper and spat out the energy in her palm, which immediately turned into powder.
"If this trip can go as planned, I will challenge Emperor Murong Tong to a battle."
Wang Xianzhi looked up at the renovated sky, with a bright moon hanging high and stars everywhere: "I wonder what that guy is doing again, is he practicing?"
…
The moonlight also shone on Murong Tonghuang.
Emperor Murong Tong is absorbing the luck left by Beimang True Dragon.
That heavenly dragon contained majestic luck. After being bombarded by Yulian City, all the luck in his body collapsed. Yulian City captured most of them, but a small part still spilled out.
After a while, Yu Liancheng swallowed up all the luck. When he opened his eyes, he saw the Liuzhu Bodhisattva with a complicated expression on his pretty face and asked, "By the way, when I killed the real dragon in Beimang earlier, , what are you talking about?"
Liuzhu Bodhisattva had a cold face and repeated: "Wait, it's ready."
Yuliancheng said: "What can I do?"
"Of course we can completely subdue the Beimang True Dragon." Six-Jead Bodhisattva Emei frowned slightly and asked doubtfully: "Didn't you kill it completely without a single punch just to subdue it?"
"Ah? No, I finally got a sandbag, and I just want to punch him a few more times." Yu Liancheng said sincerely.
The Six-Jead Bodhisattva was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "The real dragon spit out the dragon ball on its own initiative and has surrendered to you. You only need to engrave runes on the dragon ball to control its life and death. Drive." After saying that, he sighed softly,
How could one not feel regretful that a real dragon that had reached the peak of the trance realm and could compete with the masters of celestial phenomena was killed like this?
"So that's it." Yu Liancheng said thoughtfully, "It turns out that it's a pity that I passed by one-stop service."
Even so, there was not much regret in his tone.
When chasing Tianlong, Yu Liancheng gave it more than one chance, but it was a pity that the opponent was stubborn.
Since that guy wanted to die like this, Yu Liancheng could only give him a ride.
What's more, even if a real dragon's life and death were controlled by him, he would not surrender so easily due to his pride.
Once a heavenly dragon comparable to the Celestial Realm rebels, it may not cause any harm to him, but it will be a devastating blow to the people around him.
"Fortunately, there is still one dragon ball left. There is no guarantee that I can raise a heavenly dragon by myself."
Yu Liancheng opened his palms, and the dragon beads in his palms became darker and darker with the death of Beimang True Dragon.
But when he poured his luck into it, the Dragon Ball once again shone brightly, and the cracks in it gradually healed.
Playing with the dragon beads, Yu Liancheng once again turned his attention to the Six Beads Bodhisattva and said with a smile: "You helped me this time, so you can make a request to me. As long as it is too much, I can agree to it."
Liuzhu Bodhisattva was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, his beautiful eyes shining with vicissitudes of life: "I want you to practice cultivation with me."
Yu Liancheng was startled and looked at Liuzhu Bodhisattva up and down.
The whole body of this female Dharma King of Landa Mountain seems to have descended from the nine heavens, spotless. That beautiful face looked even more holy and noble when bathed in the moonlight. The jade feet tapped lightly on the ground. They were not wearing shoes or socks, but they looked crystal clear, as if they were carved from beautiful jade.
So, Yu Liancheng said without any hesitation: "Okay, I promise you. I am the most willing to help others, but..."
"But?" Six Pearl Bodhisattva Emei frowned slightly.
Yu Liancheng took a step forward and reached out to hold the Liuzhu Bodhisattva's slender jade hand.
The Six-Jead Bodhisattva's delicate body trembled. Although this female Bodhisattva has a double cultivator on the left and a dual cultivator on the right, she has actually lived for decades, but she has almost never touched a man's hand.
But when she thought that the person in front of her was her chosen partner for dual cultivation, she took a few gentle breaths and quickly calmed down.
Then I felt a majestic vitality pouring into my body, but it was very gentle, warm, and very comfortable, just like the caressing hand of a lover.
This surge of vitality quickly healed her minor injuries and then surged onto her smooth head.
So... a cloud of hair quickly grew out, hanging down her shoulders, and was dark and visible. Only when the hair reached her waist did the majestic vitality dissipate.
"Don't you like the way I looked before?"
Liuzhu Bodhisattva stroked her hair with her bare hands, her eyes flashed slightly, her expression seemed to be the same as before, but she seemed a bit colder.
"No, I like it very much." Yu Liancheng stretched out his hand to touch Liuzhu Bodhisattva's fair and smooth face, and his voice seemed to become softer, as gentle as the cool breeze on a midsummer night: "That's beautiful, but it's too holy, so I don't dare If you are close to blasphemy, how can you practice dual cultivation with it?”
"You..." Liuzhu Bodhisattva's pretty face remained expressionless, but it seemed as if the spring breeze was blowing and the glacier was thawing.
Yu Liancheng gently pressed his hand on the soft and delicate lips, smiled slightly and said: "Double cultivation requires emotional foundation after all. This is the second time we meet. If we are dual cultivation now, if we are not careful, You might go crazy."
Liuzhu Bodhisattva frowned slightly, pushed Yu Liancheng's hand away, and said in an indifferent tone with a hint of grievance, "I didn't say that I am now practicing dual cultivation."
"Although we can't practice dual cultivation now, we might as well cultivate our emotional foundation first..." Yu Liancheng smiled slightly and leaned forward to explore the other person's cheek.
Although he had just experienced a hard battle, he was a little tired both physically and mentally.
But as a brave and diligent warrior, he is ready for the next battle at any time.
Just as the battle became more intense, Liuzhu Bodhisattva pushed Yu Liancheng away, and his pretty face, which was originally as white as jade, was stained with a layer of blush.
"Someone is here, probably looking for you. I'll leave first." After saying that, the figure in white showed his face and left without giving Yu Liancheng a chance to stay.
Boom! !
The horses' hooves rumbled like rolling thunder, and under the moonlight, a cavalry was rushing towards them from a distance.
The knights on horseback were fully armed, with a strong aura, murderous intent, and neat movements. They were obviously an extremely powerful cavalry army, and the troops on the back of the Guangling River were far inferior.
At the front of the group of knights was the crown prince Xu Fengnian.
Xu Fengnian saw Yu Liancheng from a distance, his eyes lit up, he galloped away from the cavalry behind him, rushed to Yu Liancheng, turned over and dismounted.
"Brother Murong, I heard there was movement at the border, and with the news that Fushui Fang heard today, I guessed that the people from Beimang were plotting against you, so I immediately led people over here. How about it, are you enough brothers? "Xu Fengnian patted his chest with great pride.
"Okay, good brother! So loyal!"
Yu Liancheng gave a thumbs up and patted Xu Fengnian's shoulder twice.
However, it seemed that he had used a little too much force. The first blow made Xu Fengnian dwarf her body and her bones creaked. The second blow made her sit down on the ground, as if her whole body was about to fall apart.
"Oops, I'm sorry, I just finished fighting with someone, and I can't control my strength." Yu Liancheng quickly helped Xu Fengnian up, but it seemed that he used a little more strength when he supported him...
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