But for some reason, the other generals excluded Lu Fan from the group from the beginning, making the army led by Lu Fan extremely embarrassed in this position.

Originally, the army led by Lin Li was no longer under its establishment, but under the command of King Zhenbei.

In fact, speaking of Lu Fan, he can also be regarded as the king of Zhenbei.

During this year, in addition to transferring Lin Li from the establishment, Wei Ruozhang personally came to meet with Lu Fan and talked for a long time.

The rest of the time was not returned.

It's just that every time there is a celebration banquet, someone will still be sent to invite it.

But Lu Fan couldn't shirk it every time.

So much so that Lu Fan's relationship with Lin Li was also estranged, and his relationship with King Zhenbei was also estranged.

Now the young generals in the imperial capital are more vigorous, among which Lin Li is the loudest, and the name of Lu Fan's generals at the beginning is also like a flash in the pan, almost no one remembers it, and it is no longer a topic of conversation after dinner, but occasionally a few people will think about the past, or can remember a thing or two.

There are outstanding people in this generation, but they have been leading the way for more than ten years...

During this year, he has not been able to participate in the front-line war, but he is also comfortable.

Lu Fan directly led the army into the mountains in the name of patrolling the mountains to explore various tribes.

Among them, there are some small sects of cultivation.

Today, patrolling at the foot of the mountain that the local tribe calls the Holy Mountain, just now Lu Fan learned the latest holy edict that the Celestial Empire was going to crown himself as a general.

Marquis General of the First Rank!

Travel to reinforce the northern part of the empire.

The will of the Celestial Empire is about to reach the army station, and the messenger is on the way to come, that is, these few days.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, the holy mountain in front of you is magnificent and abnormal, people come and go, the ethereal and misty holy mountain Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, on the sheep intestine path, the bluestone steps have been polished to no edges and corners, bright and smooth.

From a distance, it is common to see people kneeling up the stairs, but these few tribes follow different beliefs and worship different shrines.

There are no Taoist temples on the holy mountain, there are just some simple and peaceful buildings, an endless stream of pilgrims, and believers from different tribes.

Lu Fan did not stop, but walked towards the barren peak next to him, which was even steeper and more dangerous, the towering peaks reached into the sky, and the mountain wall stood like a knife and axe, even the best medicine collector could not climb the cliff.

The ordinary dense forest at the foot of the mountain, because there are few human tracks, so the ancient road is no longer there, just a few stone steps traces of the stone strips, but they have been almost covered by mud and gravel, even if they do not cover up the traces, they have already been covered with moss, and the stone steps of Mobi are all water stains, and there are even mountain streams flowing down.

The patrol army is standing at the foot of the mountain, a team of personal guards followed, all of them are excellent skills, although there are only a dozen people, but none of them are mediocre, all of them have experienced the tempering of life and death, in such a dangerous mountain forest, it is also difficult.

At first, the guards waved their hands in front of them to cut down all the branches that blocked the way, and more than a dozen people took turns to step forward to clear the way, but then it became more and more difficult and slowed down.

But Lu Fan unconsciously quickened his pace, as if this mountain peak had a magical power to attract Lu Fan.

Walking through the dense forest, Lu Fan's body was stained with the juice of grass and trees, and the clothes of the guards on the side were torn a lot, all of them were so tired that they were panting like cattle and sweating like rain.

Coming to the steep cliff, Lu Fan took two short swords, jumped like a gecko attached to the rock wall, the sharp knife was inserted between the stone cracks, and his body was as light as a swallow every time he crossed more than ten zhang upward, and gradually climbed upward, and the shouts of the guards under the cliff gradually faded away, and slowly disappeared under the cliff behind him.

Climbed on the top of the cliff of a thousand feet, looked at the cliff under the cliff, it was in the shape of an inverted ladder, the scene under the rock wall was not seen at all, the white clouds like cotton wool on the mountainside separated the scenery above and below the clouds tightly, and the emerald green could occasionally be seen between the cloud peaks.

Lu Fan let out a long breath, waved his hand to wipe his sweat, picked up the double swords inserted in the ground, and then walked towards the mountain.

In front of him, a meandering stream with the thickness of a bowl mouth flowed down the mountain, and when it reached the cliff wall, it suddenly seemed like a horse training, and suddenly like a spiritual snake rushed straight towards the reckless and misty void. Under the resistance of the wind, it turned into a little mist and drifted down the mountain stream.

Submerged in a bamboo forest, lush, swaying with the wind resilience reminiscent of the past, the bamboo forest on the mountain has many traces of felling, but some seem to be some years, some seem not to be very long.

Looking at the thin bamboo, he stretched out his hand to prick the bamboo, and it made a metallic sound, accompanied by 'Ding Ding··' sound, Lu Fan walked deeper step by step, and he didn't know whether the wind blew the sound of the bamboo forest, or the sound of the short blade hitting the joint. There seems to be an indescribable rhythm, and the sound of 'dingding' is endless...

Dozens of miles up, through the bamboo forest, there are muddy paths on the mountain road, overgrown with weeds, mist rises on the flat ground, and the whole person is also in the clouds and fog, circling the mountain like a dragon and a snake.

At this moment, among the clouds and mist on the mountain, an immature voice came and asked, "Who trespassed into my Xianjia Cave Mansion and didn't retreat quickly." ”

A young man stepped on a bamboo sword, and the sword came, and the clouds and mist were avoided outside the body and could not be invaded.

is so young, but with such strength, it is not an exaggeration to call him a martial arts cultivation wizard.

Just when Lu Fan didn't know how to answer, a few more people from the sky came to the sword, and the age turned out to be the same, one of them said: "Shi Dao, we are just here to be guests of Miaofeng Mountain, how can we do the master's gift here, and give orders on behalf of the master." ”

The young man, who was originally a little arrogant, lowered his head and said no more.

At this time, another person in the crowd saw that the time had come, and said, "Brother Shi Yi is serious, we cultivators, here to discuss and communicate, there should be no mortals to disturb us." There is nothing wrong with the words of the Enlightenment!"

Instead, this person turned around and said to Lu Fan in the faint mist: "The rear is the cultivation place of our cultivators, and it is the place where it is quiet and natural, and where you can comprehend the way of heaven. This brother should come back!"

Lu Fan stood there in a daze, he didn't expect this to be the case here.

I had long guessed that the cultivator's cave would not be able to reach it easily, but I never expected that this place was still the outer part of the cave, so I was driven away.

In the past few years, Lu Fan has always been respected, and he has never been so despised.

"Senior Brother Yiming, this person is just a mortal in the world, how can he be a brother!" a young man wondered.

Lu Fan Shi turned around and walked back, only to hear the words of one person behind him: "This person's face is uncertain, and there is a hint of dust between his eyebrows, like a cultivator of my generation." But his demeanor is full of the aura of the three factors in the mortal world, like killing..."

It's just getting lighter, faintly inaudible, and vaguely heard as if the Buddha was in words.

Going back, although I was unwilling, I was helpless, and I was bound to do it.

Control your body and walk down the mountain, at first her forehead was just hot, and then Lu Fan's forehead became more and more painful, and finally the pain was about to crack, his ears roared, and he was dizzy and cold sweat.

Lu Fan immediately sat down cross-legged, and Xiao Zhou Tian was angry.

The aura here is really sufficient, but it is not beneficial to Lu Fan's headache, but it is getting more and more painful, and the pain is so painful that he can't even close his eyes and meditate, and when he opens his eyes, the scene he sees is double vision, flowers and plants are moving, and they are growing twitching.

A blood-colored red mark between Lu Fan's eyebrows gradually appeared, and vaguely Lu Fan saw the figure of a woman in the distance in the bamboo forest, but no matter how you looked at it, she could only see a vague outline, and there seemed to be no shadow.