Great Zhou, Imperial Capital.

Early in the morning.

The warm morning sun shines brightly on the earth.

The majestic Imperial City Gate made a heavy and distant sound, and the heavy city gate slowly pushed open to both sides.

The ground shook violently, and the sound of horses' hooves exploded.

Outside the city gate, on the official road, between the smoke and dust, there are three hundred iron horsemen, stepping on the dust.

In the iron horse, there were four prisoner carts pulling, staggering and speeding away.

The gates of the city were wide open, and three hundred iron horsemen and prisoner carts went straight into the city.

These three hundred iron horsemen were the escort troops of Lu Changkong, the lord of North Luo City, who set off from North Los Angeles City before dawn.

Entering the city gates, the speed of the horse team of 300 iron horsemen slowed down.

On both sides of the main official road in the capital, it has already been cleared by the defenders of the imperial capital early, and the stalls and vendors, and even some pedestrians have been intercepted, and many people are staring at the horse team and prisoner carts on the official road with the psychology of seeing new things.

Luo Yue was waiting under the city tower early.

Beside him, there was also the commander of the palace guards, pressing the knife and waiting silently.

Wait until Lu Changkong enters the city.

Luo Yue and the commander of the Praetorian Guard rode up to meet him.

"City Lord Lu, please. ”

The Praetorian Guard commander carried the sword, his face respectful, and he turned slightly sideways on his horse.

Luo Yue silently followed him.

Lu Changkong was dressed in armor, his face was serious, and he saluted the commander of the Praetorian Guard, and then, with three hundred iron horses, went straight to the Great Zhou Palace.

Outside the gates of the Imperial City.

Lu Changkong's horse team walked here, and they dismounted one after another.

Four prisoner vans were also accommodated.

Lu Changkong began to ride his horse before dawn, and finally arrived in the palace before the early Zhou Dynasty.

The imperial city gate is divided into three arches, the central palace gate is the highest, up to nine meters, and the palace gates on both sides are slightly smaller, two meters high.

Passing through the gate of the imperial city, it is a square in front of it, paved with white stones, with a wide field of vision, this is the imperial city square, at the end of the square, is the imperial city hall, the Taihe Palace.

The huge eaves are thick columns, and the ten layers of white jade ladders are paved down, and the steps are engraved with splendid patterns.

There are white jade lions on both sides, and they are very handsome.

On both sides of the vermilion wood carved door, there are 100 Langfang rooms on the left and right, the momentum is magnificent, such as a hundred ridges of the long dragon, the arch guards the treasure hall.

Lu Changkong walked in the air, took off his helmet, and his hair fell down.

Luo Yue followed him quietly.

On the stone stairs of the imperial city, there are important ministers and dignitaries of the Great Zhou Dynasty who walked out of the palace, stepped over the foot-high threshold, and stepped into the main hall.

Many dignitaries and dignitaries saw Lu Changkong, and many of them looked colorful.

The matter of Lu Changkong guarding Beiluo City and forcing back the 50,000 troops of Taixuan had already been transmitted to the imperial capital.

This is good news for the breathless Great Zhou, who was oppressed by the princes of the Twelve Roads.

Lu Changkong's face was cold, his spine was straight, and he stepped into the main hall.

Hundreds of officials stand on both sides, in the center of the main hall, Zhou Tianzi sits in a five-clawed golden dragon robe, sitting on the dragon chair, although he is young, but the instrument is lofty.

Yu Wenxiu saw Lu Changkong.

A smile slowly appeared on his face.

The early dynasty is not really important, what is important is a form, and a signal to the world.

Among the four prisoners, there are three martial arts masters, as well as one subordinate of the grandmaster of Xuantai.

After the early dynasty, it was convenient to be outside the imperial city, and the noon gate was beheaded.

Under the watchful eyes of the people......

In the hidden long street, the spies of the major families are scattered.

The four grandmasters, their heads rolling to the ground.

......

Lu Changkong walked out of the imperial city with a helmet in one hand.

Outside the palace gates.

There was a handsome Confucian who bowed his hand to Lu Changkong from afar.

"Lord Lu, please respect the teacher. ”

Junyi Confucian smiled.

Lu Changkong looked at this Confucian student, and his face did not change at all.

"Beiluo City is busy with affairs, Changkong is in a hurry to return to the city, and it is difficult to go, please tell the national teacher that Changkong will come to the door in person to make amends. ”

Lu Changkong, Dao.

After speaking, he put on his helmet and called Luo Yue behind him to follow and leave quickly.

"Lord Lu, the respected master instructed, be sure to let the Lu city lord go to the book pavilion to talk about it, the respected master recently had the opportunity to study medical science, and he has a lot of experience, and he can cure Lu Gongzi's leg disease. ”

Junyi Rusheng still had a gentle face and said.

Lu Changkong's steps paused and narrowed his eyes.

He turned his head to glance at Junyi Rusheng, but the other party still maintained an elegant smile.

When it comes to this, it's really hard to refuse.

"Okay, it's rare that the national teacher is still worried about my son's safety, in this case, please lead the way. ”

Lu Changkong's tense face relaxed, and he chuckled.

......

Deep in the Imperial City.

Between the splendid palace buildings, there is a low two-story pavilion.

The pavilion is not ornate, and even looks old.

This pavilion is called the Book Pavilion.

In the library lived the most noble old man of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the teacher of the emperor, and the teacher of Confucianism in the world......

Junyi Confucius led Lu Changkong to the gate of the courtyard of the second-story attic, and then stopped moving forward.

Even if he has a noble official position, if he does not have the summons of the national teacher, he will not dare to easily step into the library.

Lu Changkong stepped into the humble courtyard alone.

Luo Yue was stopped outside.

Junyi Confucian students are not allowed to enter, let alone Luo Yue.

Lu Changkong unloaded his armor and took his hands, the courtyard was very small, and a lot of flowers were planted.

In front of the low two-story library.

There was actually a person lying on a bamboo bench, and the smell of wine was soaring.

It was a middle-aged man with a disheveled hair and a Confucian robe, but with an open chest.

Holding a huge wine gourd, unkempt, drunk and hazy, from time to time there is a foul-smelling wine burp.

I don't know what poems and articles are being recited.

When Lu Changkong saw this person, his eyes froze slightly.

"Sir, Lu Changkong, the lord of Beiluo City, has come to visit the national teacher. ”

Lu Changkong gave his hand.

The Confucian with scattered hair was holding a gourd, and glanced at Lu Changkong with drunken eyes.

He held out a finger and pointed to the landing sky, and laughed.

"I see, Lao Tzu calculated a hexagram, and it is clear that Beiluo City will be broken......"

"Now it seems that you, the descendant of the peasant family, Lu Changkong, are afraid that you have taken shit luck. ”

The Confucian laughed loudly, and while laughing, he poured gourd wine into his mouth.

"Tianyu, don't talk nonsense. ”

Suddenly.

In the low library, a gentle and old voice came from the room.

An old man with white hair wearing a plain robe and stepping on straw sandals walked out slowly holding a bamboo slip.

The Confucian laughter stopped abruptly, and he shut up and turned his head away.

Lu Changkong, who originally had an extremely ugly face, saw the old man, and his face eased slightly.

"National teacher. ”

Lu Changkong arched his hand and said respectfully.

The person in front of him can't help but be disrespectful.

"No need to be polite. ”

The national teacher waved his hand gently, and his gaze fell on Lu Changkong's body.

Sweep up and down.

Grandmaster Martial Artist level Lu Changkong, facing this weak old man, felt a huge pressure coming from a mountain, as if the whole person had been seen through.

The national teacher looked at Lu Changkong, his eyes gradually narrowed, and there seemed to be a ray of essence flashing under his eyes.

"I see, Ping'an's leg disease, Changkong you have found a way. ”

The national teacher held the bamboo slip scroll and smiled kindly.

Then, he raised the bamboo slip and hit the head of the Confucian who secretly drank gourd wine.

"Heavenly Language, prepare the car. ”

The Confucian student was drunk and stunned: "Where are you going?"

The national teacher glanced at Lu Changkong with deep meaning, "You go to Beiluo City on behalf of the old man, although Changkong may have a way to solve Ping'an's leg disease, but you still have to go, if Ping'an's leg is not healed, then use the old man's method to try ......." ”

"I've always heard of the name of Ping'an, and I've been hindered by Ping'an's leg disease, and it's difficult to travel and travel, if Ping'an's leg disease has healed, then I'll see it. ”

The words of the national teacher made Lu Changkong shake.

The eyes of the Confucian students lit up.

"This is the rhythm of multiple junior disciples?"

"Hey...... In the future, there will be no need for Lao Tzu to be this pavilion breaker!"

......

In front of the Drunken Dust Pavilion.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, tied his hair with a jade crown, a jade hairpin interspersed, red lips and white teeth, like a handsome son, condensing a long skirt behind the wheelchair, the wind blew her green silk, gently fluttering.

Nie Changqing carried the pig-killing knife and stood beside Lu Fan.

Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand, and tapped on the woolen blanket with the other, squinting, and in front of his eyes, a system prompt popped up.

"Side Mission 2: Build a Transcendent Force from Scratch [Current Mission Progress: Choosing the Location of 'Drunken Dust Pavilion' (Name Change Chance: 1)"

Rechristen?

Lu Fan propped his chin, his eyes flickering.

Before saving Nie Changqing, it was judged that the task had been completed, but now, the site selection of the Drunken Dust Pavilion is still not considered to be the completion of the task.

Obviously, in order to create a detachment force, it is not just a matter of choosing a good location, and perhaps you have to clean up the eyeliner of some other forces and so on.

Lu Fan's fingers lightly tapped on his chin.

What exactly is the name?

The name of Drunken Dust Pavilion, although it is not bad, reads, it is quite poetic, but it must not be used as a power name, after all...... The three words of this drunken dust pavilion are the name of the largest Goolan Spring Building in Beiluo.

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, and his heart moved.

"White Yujing in the sky, the ...... of the five cities on the twelfth floor"

The wind blows gently.

In front of the Drunken Dust Pavilion, a chuckling groan suddenly sounded.

"In this case, this building will be renamed ...... 'Bai Yujing'. ”

Lu Fan muttered.

"Congratulations on the successful renaming of the host site, the establishment of the transcendent force 'Bai Yujing', and the reward: a pair of gift couplets containing the enlightenment qi machine. ”

In front of me, the prompt words of the system pop up.

Prompt the words and slowly fade away.

At this moment, Lu Fan's mind was clear, and his eyes were like torches.

He looked up at the plaque in the Drunken Dust Pavilion.

Raising his hand, he slowly brushed it in front of his eyes, as if he wanted to erase the three words "Drunken Dust Pavilion" from the plaque.

"Raise your hand to cover your eyes, and from then on, the white jade will fall into this city. ”

"This building should only be in the sky, and it is rare to hear about it in the world. ”

Lu Fan chuckled.

Behind him, Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing's bodies trembled, and they looked at the plaque of the Drunken Dust Pavilion incredulously.

But I saw that the three words of Drunken Dust Pavilion on the plaque were slowly erased by a strange force.

Instead, there are three completely different words......

Bai Yujing.