Nanjun, Nanjin City.

The city of the Southern Jin Dynasty is located on the edge of the southern county, and it is the boundary of the Nanban that spans dozens of miles.

It is said that the south of the Yangtze River is hazy, and the Nanjin City, located on the edge of Nanjun, is shrouded in misty drizzle all year round, with poetic and picturesque scenery.

For some Confucian scholars and scholars, such weather, holding an oil-paper umbrella and strolling on the curved arch bridge is the most suitable, which can not only show elegance, but also not soak the green shirt.

Sima Qingshan doesn't like this kind of weather.

Because of the paintings made in this weather, the ink is difficult to dry, and it will be mushy when rolled up.

Once a painting is pasted, it is not even qualified to be sold at a stall.

He was a painter, a poor painter.

Selling paintings for a living.

Sima Qingshan opened his eyes in horror, and the big eyes around him stared at him curiously.

"Brother Tsing Shan, you are infected with the wind cold, Dad caught a fat fish tonight, boiled hot fish soup, let me bring you a bowl. ”

A little girl with braids and a patched shirt on her body laughed.

Several children around also spoke, chattering, and Sima Qingshan, who was noisy for a while, had a headache.

These children are all children of poor families in the city of Southern Jin Dynasty.

Sima Qingshan taught these children for free, teaching them literacy and painting, so that they could get ahead and change their fate in the future.

"Go back, don't worry your parents, remember to come to study on time tomorrow. ”

Sima Qingyi was frightened and played with the children for a while.

The children left with a chatter.

Closing the leaky door, Sima Qingshan let out a sigh, he was a poor painter who could only support himself with painting.

He grew up in Nanjin City, and now, his parents have also died of illness, and Sima Qingshan can only be self-reliant.

"Immortal...... Preach?"

Sima Qingshan rubbed his eyebrows.

He had just taken the medicine he had taken from the doctor, and then he fell asleep, and he had such a strange dream.

"Where in the world will there be fairy ......"

Sima Qingshan shook his head, and he walked to the shabby dining table, and picked up the steaming hot fish soup on it.

Poor children are in charge of the family at an early age, and although these children are small, they are very sensible.

Take a sip of the fish soup, and the hot soup rolls into the throat, like a warm current, dispelling the chill brought by the hazy rainy day.

After drinking the fish soup, Sima Qingshan felt a lot of strength.

Especially in the lower abdomen, there is a faint heat flow.

He walked to the study, saying that the study was just an old firewood room.

Carefully light the fuel lamp, and turn on the dim light.

Sima Qingshan lightly grinded the ink.

Spread out your fingers and dye the tip of the pen with ink.

The tip of the pen outlines the elegant strokes of the pen and turns light, and a picture of a lady jumps leisurely on the paper.

The pen is like flowing water, dyeing ink, putting down the pen, all in one go.

Suddenly.

Sima Qing's shirt was stunned.

"When am I ...... So good at drawing?!"

He took a step back in some horror, looking at the pattern on the scroll, and his heart trembled.

Looking at the pen shaking hands, I was inexplicably afraid.

In my mind, there is a splendid picture scroll slowly unfolding.

It was as if there was the sound of the avenue of immortals roaring.

Sima Qing's shirt turned red, and a wisp of heat surged from his lower abdomen, wrapping around the tip of the pen.

The tip of the pen is a picture of a lady on the paper, but I see that the person in the painting seems to come to life.

......

Imperial Palace.

Tang Xiansheng changed his clothes and took Tang Yimo to the Purple Palace.

His face was calm, as if he was not the one who had been assassinated.

Jiang Li walked in front and led Tang Xiansheng into the Zijin Palace, but when he arrived outside the palace, Tang Yimo was stopped by Jiang Li.

"Tang Taishou, Your Majesty only allows you to enter alone. ”

Jiang Li said.

Tang Xiansheng squinted, he patted Tang Yimo's shoulder, and then stepped into the palace.

The vermilion carved wooden door inlaid with gold leaf closed and rose, blocking the sight of Tang Yimo and Jiang Li.

Jiang Li took off his helmet and glanced at Tang Yimo, who had been on the long street before, and Tang Yimo had shown great combat power, which made Jiang Li quite surprised.

"You're a cultivator?"

Jiang Li asked.

Tang Yimo hesitated for a moment and bowed slightly.

"Are you the confidence of Tang Xiansheng to dare to enter Beijing? But you are indeed very strong, although not as good as a few cultivators I have ever seen, but you are already very good. ”

Jiang Li exclaimed.

Tang Yimo glanced at Jiang Li, nodded slightly, and remained silent.

Jiang Li was a little interested, he said this, Tang Yimo didn't have any competitive heart.

"Don't you want to know, who are the cultivators I said are stronger than you?"

Jiang Li said.

Tang Yimo shook his head: "What if you know? The purpose of my cultivation is to protect my mother and sister, there is nothing to fight for, no matter how strong they are, as long as they don't harm my mother and my sister, it has nothing to do with me." ”

Jiang Li glanced at Tang Yimo with some surprise.

This person, kind of interesting.

Inside the Purple Palace.

Tang Xiansheng bowed his hand and walked with small steps.

"Weichen Tang Xiansheng, I have seen Your Majesty. ”

On the dragon chair with a slightly dim light, Yu Wenxiu sat upright.

Tang Xiansheng did not raise his head, as if a courtier who was humbled to the dust, trembling and waiting for the king's judgment.

The sound of laughter came from the dragon chair.

Yu Wenxiu stepped down from a high position and helped Tang Xiansheng up.

"Tang Aiqing, all the way into the imperial capital, it's really hard to love Qing. ”

Yu Wenxiu said with a smile.

"It is an honor for Weichen to meet His Majesty. ”

Tang Xiansheng squinted his eyes and arched his hand.

The two talked a lot in the Purple Gold Palace, and the rainstorm outside was cathartic.

Finally.

The wooden door opens.

Tang Xiansheng stepped out.

"Jiang Aiqing, Tang Taishou was assassinated by assassins when he first entered the imperial capital, and at this moment he was terrified, you sent someone to protect Tang Taishou, and the whole imperial capital searched for assassins!

Yu Wenxiu's words came from the Purple Gold Palace.

Jiang Li frowned slightly, but he didn't say much.

He arched his hand and said, "Huh." ”

Tang Xiansheng smiled very enthusiastically, and with Tang Yimo's support, he left.

Jiang Li took a deep look at the depths of the palace.

It seems that the emperor really decided to join forces with Tang Xiansheng, or, from the very beginning, Yu Wenxiu's purpose was to join forces with Tang Xiansheng, even at the expense of ...... Make an assassination.

Jiang Li recognized the assassin who stopped him as the old eunuch who had obtained the immortal fate in the Dragon Gate.

The other Assassins were also members of the Black Dragon Guard.

No wonder it gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Tang Xiansheng ...... It is a smiling tiger, and His Majesty has joined forces with him...... It's a blessing or a curse. ”

Jiang Li shook his head.

The situation that was originally stabilized, with Yu Wenxiu's actions, there is a trend of turmoil.

Da Zhou and Nanjun joined forces, which is equivalent to sending a signal to the world.

Naturally, it is impossible for West County and North County to sit still.

......

Xie Yunling wore a Taoist robe, went down to Tiandang Mountain, bought a horse in Nanjiang City, and rode a horse to Zhongnan Mountain in Nanjun.

Zhongnan Mountain is a little less steep than Tiandang Mountain.

It wasn't the first time Xie Yunling had come here, he seemed a little familiar with the road, stepping on the bluestone and constantly climbing up.

After entering a rather luxurious pavilion, under the leadership of a sword boy, I walked through the old corridor, walked over the wooden bridge with age, and went up the mountain behind Zhongnan Mountain.

The back mountain bridge and flowing water people.

There is a wooden building quietly located in it.

However, before Xie Yunling approached the wooden house, a faint laughter came from inside the house, with a bit of sharpness.

"What day is today, why do so many old guys come to find the old man?"

Accompanied by laughter.

Inside the wooden house, two figures walked out.

One of them was hunched on his back, his arms were covered with metal armor, and he was coarse and linen, looking a little unfathomable.

"Sons of the agency family, Gong Yiyu, you old thing didn't mix with Mobeike, why did you come to Zhongnan Mountain?"

When Xie Yunling saw this figure, his eyes froze, and he couldn't help but say.

The dwarf, rickety figure spoke, and his voice was hoarse, as if gauze was rubbing against a stone.

"Xiang Shaoyun led the army of Xijun to break through the organ city, and our agency family suffered heavy losses...... The Mo family is even worse. ”

"Xiang Shaoyun got the fairy fate...... It's not the overlord who only knows brute force at the beginning, and it's normal that the organ city can't hold it, and the organ city is a sharp weapon to deal with martial artists, but it is a weapon to deal with cultivators...... But it's very weak. ”

Xie Yunling said.

"Humph......"

Gong Yu snorted unwillingly.

"Hahaha, don't be noisy, it's rare for us old bones to get together once, why quarrel endlessly?"

A gentle voice came.

The white-haired old man in a brocade suit smiled at Xie Yunling and Gong Yu.

This person is the purpose of Xie Yunling's trip.

The sons of the Zhongnan Sword Sect, the Sword Saint Hualiu.

Taoism, Sword Sect, Organ Family...... The sons of the three major forces of the hundred schools of thought actually met in the cabin behind Zhongnan Mountain.

If this scene is known to the world, I am afraid it will also cause several shocks.

"Lao Hua, the Dao Sect and the Sword Sect have always been harmonious, and you and I are in Nanjun together, you should also know what my Dao Sect has experienced, right?"

Xie Yunling glanced at the white-haired old man and said.

"Naturally, I know that I was talking about you just now......

"The dignified Taoist sect can't stop an outcast from five years ago. Hua Dongliu laughed.

Xie Yunling didn't care.

"The skills are not as good as others, defeat is defeat, what's so funny, there are talented people in the country...... It's normal. ”

"I came to you today to remind you that Bai Yujing's ambition is not small......"

Xie Yunling said.

"Bai Yujing wants to subdue my Dao Sect, after the Dao Sect...... It is the Sword Sect, the Tianji Family has been subdued by him, renamed Tianji Pavilion, and he wants to be the force above the Hundred Schools. ”

"My Dao Sect can't stop Bai Yujing, do you think the Sword Sect can stop it? If I remember well, the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect have died several times in Beiluo City. ”

Gong Yu glanced at Hua Dongliu.

"Old Xie, let's be straight, what are you doing when you come to me?"

Hua Dongliu said lightly.

Xie Yunling smiled, raised his hand, and a wisp of aura lingered in the palm of his hand.

"I want to go to North Los Angeles, and I will meet the legendary Lu Ping'an for a while......"

"The two of you, do you want to go together? Meet this peerless young master Lu. ”

"If we old bones don't move again, we will really become a piece of loess, life will come to an end, and the era of the hundred schools of thought will also become a thing of the past, wait, are you willing?"

Xie Yunling's gaze was a little complicated.

East China was silent.

He didn't expect that Xie Yunling came to him to break into Beiluo.

The three sons of the existence went to Beiluo together......

I am afraid that the world will be shaken.

"Count me in. ”

Suddenly.

The dwarf, iron-clad male feather spoke.

Hua Dongliu was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.

"Since that's the case, then I, the Sword Saint Hualiu, will go to Beiluo...... Just to see the strength of Lu Ping'an, the number one cultivator in the world. ”

East China's words fell.

One hand is behind him, and his gorgeous clothes are fluttering.

Raise your hand and slam it.

There was a sonorous sound, and from the wooden house, a streamer of light suddenly burst out.

The long sword was stuck in the ground in front of Hua Dongliu's body, shaking gently.

The shiny sword body reflected the figures of the three sub-level beings such as Hua Dongliu.

PS: I'm going to go out later, if I come back early, I'll write another chapter~ Ask for a monthly pass!