"Where I am is in the middle palace, all the changes in the formation need to obey my orders..."

"Such a spell... Such a spell..."

Zhuge Qing looked shocked.

What kind of boldness must this be to be able to create such a strange method.

Luo Tian Dajiao, got acquainted with Wang Ye, Zhang Chulan, and Feng Baobao, and then went to Zhonghai to visit Wang Ye, wanting to get a glimpse of the Qimen after the wind.

After the dust settled, he went to Biyou Village, got Ma Xianhong's gift of magic skills, and finally subdued the demons, burned the eight miraculous skills at his fingertips, successfully got rid of the trouble, and realized the last strange magic of the Wuhou faction, the true fire of Samadhi.

The scenes in the illusion appeared back and forth in Zhuge Qing's eyes, and only after dissipating did he get rid of it.

“......”

Zhuge Qing's fists were clenched, his expression was complicated, and after a few breaths back and forth, he was relieved again.

No matter how real it is, an illusion is still an illusion after all.

Even if it is true, Zhuge Qing has the confidence to step out of a new way!

The so-called warlock, seek good fortune and avoid evil.

However, if you don't even have the courage to spy on the road ahead and move forward bravely, then how can you go further!

"It would be interesting if the illusion represented reality..."

"It seems that I used to sit in the well and watch the sky, but I was still complacent because of this, and I didn't take the people of the world in my eyes."

"But that's the fun..."

Although Zhuge Qing was a little self-deprecating in his words, he knew that he was not hit by the smile that was slightly hooked at the corner of his mouth.

As a qualified warlock, always maintain an interest and enthusiasm for new things.

At this point, Zhuge Qing thinks that he is still quite qualified.

When Zhuge Qing was reflecting on himself, Li Bai next to him was looking at the Qinglian Sword in his hand, and he was stunned in his heart.

In the illusion, he saw himself at that time, young and frivolous, full of ambition, young with a sword, uprooted from home.

Without the mentorship of the mechanism, the secret method of the Demon Dao, and the bloodline of the Demon Seed, the reputation spread all over the world with the long sword in his hand alone.

As soon as he entered Chang'an, he was drunk and wrote poems wantonly and chic.

The second entered Chang'an, and the sword shook the world.

Three into Chang'an... This is where the story comes to an abrupt end.

However, from this illusion, Li Bai has already got the answer he wants.

Li Bai knew in his heart that the reason why he was so decadent was never because of Wu Zetian, but because of himself.

He lost to his Kenshin.

Back then, when Li Baier entered Chang'an, when the tip of Qinglian's sword pointed directly at Daming Palace, it was to ask for an explanation for his hometown, the desert in the clouds that was trampled by the imperial iron horse.

Few people know that Li Bai, who lives in Chang'an, was born under a mirage in the desert of the clouds.

When Li Bai returned to his hometown with the honor of Sword Immortal, he found that the prosperous city full of exotic customs in his childhood memories had long since ceased to exist.

The city buried by yellow sand is in ruins.

The princess, who was reduced to a slave, complained to him about what had happened to her.

Looking at Princess Yunmo, who was willing to die by the sword rather than continue to live in the world, Li Bai was completely enraged.

So he entered the Central Plains for the second time, and the situation in Chang'an changed color overnight, and the Daming Palace was also overshadowed by the sword of the sword immortal. Chang'an City, which has never been breached by external forces in history, was shaken for the first time because of an ordinary person!

After reading it, Li Bai suddenly smiled.

"Last time, although I have achieved kendo, I have not achieved kenne."

"In the middle of a few words, the empress was disturbed and defeated suddenly."

"But this time it's different!"

"I, Li Taibai, have traveled all over the Tang Dynasty, and I have also seen the so-called prosperous landscape in your mouth!"

This Tang Dynasty is prosperous... I've been sick for a long time.

All nations come to the court, but anyone who does not obey will be suppressed with iron and blood.

"When the Qinglian Sword leaves a sword mark on the Chang'an city wall for the third time, it will be when I, Li Taibai, will correct the name of my hometown and re-enter the world!"

"This day is not far away..."

I saw that he stroked the Qinglian Sword in his hand, his robe was windless, his eyes were no longer confused, and the sword intent in his body was like a substance, soaring into the sky and overflowing outside his body.

Looking at Zhuge Qing and Li Bai, who had been received in front of him and had clear eyes, Lu Yao smiled.

"Brother Dao, have you ever seen the picture I just uploaded?"

"The progress of these stories is all uploaded by me based on the memories of my previous life."

"The plot development is all real, but it may be different from the world in which the two live, so it can't be fully believed.

Zhuge Qing and Li Bai glanced at each other and solemnly saluted Lu Yao.

"I'm too ashamed, I'm sorry Brother Lu."

"I have offended a lot before, and I ask the road chief to forgive me."

Both of them can afford to take it and let it go, and since they have done something wrong, of course they must admit it calmly.

Lu Yao ignored his previous suspicions and uploaded the matter about the two of them to the folder, which was undoubtedly a generous gift for Li Bai and the others.

Foresight, you can foresee, what a chance this is!

Li Bai swiped back and forth on the virtual screen, and after seeing the permission setting, he smiled freely at the moment:

"It's just a few stories, if there are colleagues who can come to sit and chat with us in the future, these experiences can be watched as a little interesting thing after tea and dinner, and it is not impossible."

"But I still have to thank Brother Lu for his kindness."

Although Li Bai didn't care much about these things, the respect revealed by Lu Yao's approach also made him full of good feelings.

Seeing that Li Bai didn't care and directly opened the permissions of the folder, Zhuge Qing touched his nose, thought for a moment, and unlocked the permissions about his folder.

"What Brother Li said is reasonable, but it is just a few similar stories, and you still have to rely on yourself to walk your own way, and it is not something unseemly."

Since Li Bai doesn't care, if he Zhuge Qing doesn't do it, won't he weaken the limelight.

You must know that he is a disciple of Wuhou Paiqimen, the first person of the younger generation in Zhuge Village, and he has never tasted defeat among his peers since he was a child.

At first glance, seeing a Li Bai who seemed to be much stronger than him, it immediately aroused Zhuge Qing's competitiveness. (Note: Zhuge Qing here is Zhuge Qing before he went to Luo Tian Dajiao, even if he has seen his life experience, his personality will not be as calm as he was later.) ）

This is a person who looks modest, but actually engraves pride in his bones.

Lu Yao made his own evaluation of Zhuge Qing.

Just as the three of them resolved their contradictions, chatted with each other, and groped for the council, the space not far away emitted ripples, and then two figures crossed one after the other.

Both of them are dressed in Taoist robes, dressed as Taoist priests, but there are slight differences in their costumes.

The former was dressed in a yellow robe, holding a dusty hand and a short beard on his chin, looking like a middle-aged scribe, with a kind and compassionate divine light in his eyes, which made people look comfortable.

The latter is dressed in a white robe, his beard and hair are white, he carries a sword at his waist, his temperament is dusty, and he has his own charm to cover it, which makes people feel that it is an immortal who has fallen into the mortal world in the sky, and he is afraid that it is nothing more than that.