The wind is thousands of miles, and the clouds are moving!

The crisp wind song resounded through the void of the imperial city, making the dragon of luck instantly raise its head to the sky and roar.

"Boom-"

Above the heavenly dome, the endless clouds were shaken apart, and the golden Haoran Qi that had spread over the imperial city for tens of thousands of years was smashed open, revealing a starry sky that shimmered in the gloom.

Beyond heaven and earth, there is a magnificent and endless world!

At this moment, countless people in the imperial city looked up, and their faces were full of shock.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, a good sentence is blowing in the wind and the clouds are flying, it is really the heroism of the emperors in the world in this sentence." In the Imperial City Academy, a white-bearded old man stood up and shouted to the sky.

Although the Imperial City Academy was a staunch supporter of Wenxiang, it was also a supporter of imperial power.

Many of the teachings of the Imperial City Academy, the Great Confucian, are the kind of people who pay great attention to orthodoxy and humility.

At this time, when I heard such a magnificent imperial poem, I was immediately delighted.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, Weijia is returning to his hometown, and the warriors are guarding the Quartet! Who is it that can have such a bold mind? Could it be that the Tianxuan Imperial Family is about to prosper? "On the edge of Yuyan Lake, someone on the tide viewing pavilion stopped his ink pen and spoke softly.

"Ande warriors are guarding all directions, and my royal family finally has a real person who can control the luck of the world......"

In the center of the imperial city, there was a white-haired old man looking up to the sky and whispering.

"Go, enter the palace, the position of the prince, it should be decided."

The old man bowed his head, and his face was uncontrollable joy.

Coincidentally, many figures in the imperial city went to the palace.

The dragon of luck above the heavenly dome slowly disappeared, and the heaven and earth that had been knocked open returned to its original state.

After a while, it was as if nothing had happened.

But everyone knows that just now they have seen a scene that they will never forget for the rest of their lives.

The outer world, the dragon of luck, the new Chengdan method that spreads all over the world, the song of the great wind that bombards the heavens and the earth, and the golden incense that rushes into the sky becomes the way of the gods.

Ordinary people may just discuss with each other in amazement, tell about what they have seen, and may not even add to dinner.

Those who suppressed the power of the Imperial City, those who really stood at the top of the world here, all had complicated expressions on their faces.

They know better.

So they don't know whether what they see or hear today is good or bad.

The dragon of luck in the Tianxuan world is connected to this heavenly way, with the luck of Confucianism and Taoism, and with the sound of literature and ink.

The appearance of the dragon of luck today, is it a sign of great prosperity, or is there an unspeakable disaster?

Moreover, for a while, no one knew why the long dragon of luck was revealed.

Is it because of the reappearance of Shinto incense?

Or is it because of the great wind song that Weijia returned to his homeland?

Or is it because of the Dan Dao technique that has been passed on all over the world?

It's just that no one would have thought that these three things related to the luck of the Tianxuan World were actually related to the same person!

The Cheng Dan technique of the Danyao Division was left by Han Muye, the god by Xianyue Lake was done by him, and the song of the great wind was written by him.

Perhaps, there is one person in the world who will know, right?

The text is the sound of the text.

It's just that Wen Xiang also seems to have a heart for change, which can be seen from the original Guanjiangkou Fengshen.

In fact, if it weren't for Wen Mosheng's personal visit to the small courtyard of Danyuan Pavilion and leaving behind that chess piece with the power of inheritance, Han Muye would never have left an imperial poem today, and he would have been a god in Xianyue Lake.

He was not interested in challenging Wen Mosheng.

After seeing the Nine Heavens and Realms of the Immortal Source World, who would be interested in the control of the Heavenly Xuan Realm?

What Han Muye did today was just to promote the general trend of Tianxuan.

The chessboard has been laid down, and it is natural to fall!

In the Imperial City Academy, Lu Yuzhou, who was transplanting potted plants in the small courtyard, looked up at the sky and frowned.

He is integrated into the world, with Dongshan County as the Dao domain, the world has changed, and he naturally senses it instantly.

It's just that compared with Wen Mosheng, who rules a realm, Lu Yuzhou, who only has one county in the Dao Domain, can't deduce the direction of this kind of heaven and earth change, and can't judge whether the final trend is good or bad.

"Why does my brother like to do things?"

"Young man, are you really so energetic?"

After a moment's hesitation, he put down his hoe and walked out of the courtyard.

"I'm stupid too, such a young man should take him to the flower boat to spend his time, and put it in the imperial city, it's really going to happen."

Rubbing his hands, Lu Yuzhou walked to the small courtyard next to him.

"Lao Yan, do you want to drink flower wine?"

Outside the city, on a three-zhang boat, Xu Wei, who was sitting next to the small table, stopped his pen.

In front of him, there are pavilions and pavilions on the table, and beauties are dancing.

His eyes fell on the quietly flowing river in front of him, and Xu Wei seemed to be able to see through the bottom of the river.

"Gods?"

"The practice in the world is really wonderful."

"Thirteen great rivers outside the imperial city converge into this Yongding River, after I die, if I can, I will be a river god."

"It's just that if I can really become a god, can I still see Su Yun again......"

At this time, in a manor outside the imperial city, Yun Satin, who was standing by the long case, slowly turned around, glanced at the dozens of royal elites of the same generation who were sitting on the ground in front of him, flicked his sleeves with some interest, turned around and left.

It wasn't until he walked out of the manor that Yun Sain, who had been taut, slumped his shoulders, let out a long breath, and gently stuck out his tongue.

She never thought that she just read the words of that guy's poem, and the heavens and the earth would tremble.

When the poem was read, she herself was completely frightened.

Fortunately, Han Muye made her memorize it, and she didn't break it off after only half a sentence.

Otherwise, the power of the Heavenly Dao would backfire, and she would probably have to shed her skin if she didn't die.

After reading the whole poem, Yun Satin could feel the ease in his body, and there was an indescribable power surging in his body.

This is the favor of heaven.

In the future, her luck will be related to Zhongzhou Tiandao and the Tianxuan Dynasty.

When she looks at others again, she will unconsciously have the power of the Heavenly Dao.

When she looked down at those elites of her generation just now, she only felt that these people were all ordinary, and she no longer had the same jealousy as before.

Even the imperial uncle who held the banquet didn't dare to look at his eyes.

This feeling is really enjoyable.

Looking up, Yun Satin looked at the sky, where there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at him.

The dragon of luck?

Bowing his head forward, the old man standing in front of the carriage hurriedly bowed down.

This Imperial Heavenly Realm powerhouse didn't dare to look directly at Yun Satin at this time.

"Go to Yunjin Xianzhou."

Yun Satin's voice revealed a faint majesty.

"Yes." The old man lifted his whip and led the carriage to the river.

Outside the imperial city, the Yongding River gathers the large and small rivers of the imperial city as one place, and the merchant ships on it are densely painted.

Recently, Yunjin Xianzhou stayed on the Yongding River outside the imperial city.

Yun Satin, who was sitting in the carriage, clenched his fists and looked down at the small table in front of him.

In front of her, there seemed to be pages full of poems.

"There are so many imperial poems, enough is enough."

"Big deal, one day I'll change into that kind of embarrassing women's clothes on the fairy boat......"

……

In the moonview, on the shore of Xianyue Lake, the mountain god and water god returned to his place, and the spiritual light dissipated.

The surrounding people hurriedly knelt down to send them off.

Jinni.

It's an unfamiliar term.

But these once familiar characters incarnated as gods, guarding the mountains and rivers, and making the people's hearts more peaceful.

Many people are the family members of these newly sealed gods, and the younger generations are all happy when they see the remnants of their ancestors becoming gods.

All the people knelt down and worshipped, and the light of Taoist incense converged, enveloping Xianyue Lake.

Those cultivators all looked dazed and frightened.

Especially on the Moon Mountain, several strong aura rose, and then watched carefully.

The Heavenly Realm Great Cultivator was extremely sensitive to changes in the power of heaven and earth.

The feeling that the avenue of heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles has been intercepted and stripped away is really unsettling.

Why did the power that belonged to the sect suddenly move away?

On the Moon Mountain, a long-bearded old man stared at Han Muye in front of the square.

Behind him, the power of several strong men churned.

"Thou shalt not act rashly."

The long-bearded old man had a solemn expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "I can be a god in one word, Tianxuan only heard of the one who Guan Jiangkou." ”

"This kind of Confucian and Taoist monk is not something we can deal with."

Hearing his words, a gray-haired old man gritted his teeth and said, "Door master, can you let this matter go today?" ”

Just let it go, where is the face of Qinghe Daomen?

The other people also looked extremely ugly.

Living in the Imperial City for a long time, they have long been accustomed to being superior.

Now you have to swallow your anger, who wants to?

"Remember, after today, guard the mountain gate and don't care about the affairs of Xianyue Lake."

The long-bearded old man's gaze swept around, his expression solemn.

"Mountains and rivers are gods, humane incense, such a major event in heaven and earth is not something that my small Qinghe Daomen can contaminate."

After the old man finished speaking, his body moved and disappeared in place.

The others looked at each other, shook their heads, and left.

Guan Jiangkou is sealed, the southeast eight county road gates are silent, and the Qinghe river gate can be compared to the eight county road gates?

The people at the mountain gate of Qinghe Daomen slowly dispersed, and Han Muye led Shao Datian and Cuicui to turn around the shop.

Bao Mingcheng and Changyun Daoren declined the invitation of Han Muye and Shao Datian and left together.

They are all human spirits, and with the help of Shao Datian's favor, they have already got their wish if they can get to know Han Muye.

As for more proximity, they are self-aware.

That's not something that people of their level can think.

When Han Muye and the others returned to Danyuan Pavilion, Mu Wan had already returned.

With so many major events happening in the imperial city, she naturally had to hurry back to Danyuan Pavilion.

Seeing Han Muye and them returning, Mu Wan hurriedly stepped forward and took Cuicui's hand.

Cuicui, who was still strong, had red eyes for a while.

Mu Wan accompanied Cuicui in the backyard and talked for a long time, Shao Datian suffered a lot today, and at night, Han Muye told Shao Datian not to go to Xianyue Lake again.

He told Shao Datian that there was a water god in Xianyue Lake now, and he couldn't catch a fish even if he wanted to.

This made Shao Datian very disappointed, but he still agreed to accompany Cuicui at home.

In the small courtyard, Mu Wan and Han Muye sat opposite each other.

"Senior brother, Baili is in charge and said, I may be the descendant of her fallen senior sister's bloodline."

Looking at Han Muye, Mu Wan spoke softly.

She had never thought of hiding anything from her brother.

Han Muye nodded and chuckled: "In this way, my junior sister also has roots. ”

"In the future, we will also have backers in the imperial city."

His words made Mu Wan stunned slightly at first, and then laughed.

Senior brother was not angry.

Today, Baili Xinglin came to Mu Wan, in addition to telling her identity frankly, it was to understand Mu Wandan's Taoist cultivation and knowledge, and also tested her alchemy methods.

"Baili said that my foundation is good, but the Dan Dao I learned in the Western Xinjiang is too complicated."

"She asked me to go to the Dan Yao Division every other day in the future, and she personally instructed me to practice the Dan Dao."

This newly recognized relative can really take care of him like this, which makes Han Muye happy.

Not only Mu Wan, but also his Han Muye's Dan Dao foundation is also extremely weak.

"Then junior sister, you have to study diligently, and you will teach me again every day." Han Muye stretched out his hand and gently held Mu Wan's hand.

Mu Wan's face turned red and she didn't earn it.

"Senior brother, Cuicui is pregnant, can you do the bloodline pill?" Mu Wan looked at Han Muye and asked softly.

Talking with Cuicui in the afternoon, Mu Wan knew the difficulties of this young couple.

Shao Datian is desperately trying to earn more spirit stones, just hoping that he will not be hurt when Cuicui is pregnant.

Speaking of this, Cuicui scolded Shao Datian for being stupid, and asked Shao Datian to take out all the private money.

Not to mention, there are really a lot, there are more than 300 spirit stones.

Seeing so many spirit stones, Cuicui was angry and distressed.

This was all in exchange for Shao Datian quietly going to Xianyue Lake to catch fish at night.

This stupid and stupid boy of the Southern Wilderness Tiger Clan.

"Let's see if we can develop a bloodline pill first."

"If it doesn't work, I will take action to ban the blood of the fetus." A golden aura flashed in Han Muye's eyes.

Mu Wan's face moved lightly.

The power of his own senior brother's bloodline is fused with divine beasts, and he can naturally ban the bloodlines of other demon clans.

But the power of his own bloodline, can it be banned?

If not, can I still help him conceive an heir?

Perhaps, one day, I will be like Cuicui, desperately trying to conceive this child......

Han Muye looked up and saw Mu Wan's expression, so he knew what she was thinking.

Looking at each other, Mu Wan's face turned red, and she slowly got up, and then sat in Han Muye's arms.

She gently hugged Han Muye's neck and slowly approached.

Three inches of cloves, but there are countless victories in the world.

Between gasps, a warm little hand led Han Muye's big hand and reached into the placket.

When he came out of Mu Wan's chamber, Han Muye looked at the full moon in the sky and smiled bitterly on his face.

This feeling of only half of the teasing each time is really not up or down, and I have to go to the bottom of Xianyue Lake to reduce dryness later.

……

Early in the morning of the second day, people buying steamed buns lined up in front of the Nanhuang snack bar.

Many people in the neighborhood know about yesterday's incident, and they are even more sympathetic to Cuicui and Shao Datian, a small couple who are not easy.

The steamed buns in the store were sold out in less than half an hour.

This made Cuicui and Shao Datian smile more.

Danyuan Pavilion is Zuo Yulong on duty today, he came early, sorted out the pills on the wooden shelf, and carefully dusted the calligraphy and paintings around with a duster.

"Excuse me, is there a Ming Sword Pill here?" At the doorway, a voice sounded.

Zuo Yulong hurriedly went to the reception, and saw that it was a sword-carrying man wearing a black martial robe, with a thin body and a little tired on his face.

Sword cultivation?

There are many kendo sects in the imperial city, but these sects generally accept the tasks of the imperial city, or the main industry is outside the imperial city, and they rarely buy in the city, that is, they buy, and they also go directly to the fang market.

There are immortals and mortals living in the imperial city, but there are still more mortals.

Confucianism and Taoism practitioners are usually similar to mortals, and they can make mortals close.

The Dao Gate is full of smoke and fire, and it is a mountain gate, and it will not arouse the disgust of mortals.

Whether it is other demon paths, sword cultivation, or some demon clans, they all consciously go to remote places, or occupy their own mountain gates, and rarely appear in front of mortals.

After all, a sword cultivator with a long sword on his back stood there, and everyone around him would quietly stay away.

"The guest officer wants to buy pills?" Zuo Yulong smiled and welcomed the sword cultivator into the shop, and then pointed to the wooden frame: "Although there are not many kinds of pills in my Danyuan Pavilion, they are all of high quality, and the guest officer can——"

Before he finished speaking, the black-robed sword cultivator said in a low voice: "Can there be a Ming Sword Pill?" ”

Ming Jiandan?

Zuo Yulong was quite familiar with the pills sold in the store, and he hadn't seen this pill.

As soon as he shook his head, he heard Han Muye's voice behind him: "Ming Sword Pill, with sword qi as the bone, and Sanyuan Sword Grass as the main medicine, the refined pill contains sword intent. ”

"A Ming Sword Pill can give birth to a sword intent, this Dan is not easy to refine."

Hearing Han Muye's words, the black-robed sword cultivator with an indifferent face showed a hint of joy, and turned his head to look at Han Muye who came over.

"You're the shopkeeper?"

"I want a Ming Sword Pill, how many spirit stones you say."

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

He likes such straightforward sword cultivation.

No, it's a sword cultivator who doesn't have bad money.

"The price in Sanyuan Sword Caofang City is one million spirit stones, and the other auxiliary medicines are about 300,000, according to the rules, one furnace of Dan and two furnaces of elixir, this cost is about 2.6 million."

"It's not easy to become a pill, the total price is three million spirit stones, and you will take it after ten days, and pay a deposit of one and a half million yuan first."

Han Muye walked to the counter and wrote out a slip with a brush in his hand.

"What's your last name?" Stopping the pen, Han Muye raised his head and asked.

"Biwu River." The black-robed sword cultivator raised his hand and took off the long sword on his back and put it on the counter.

"I didn't bring so many spirit stones, so I'll put this sword here for you as a deposit."

Long sword as a deposit?

I'm afraid this is not in accordance with the rules, right?

Zuo Yulong turned his head to look at his shopkeeper.

Han Muye did not refuse.

"If I can, I hope to refine two Ming Sword Pills." After Bi Wuhe finished speaking, he arched his hand and said, "I'll be ten days later." ”

Han Muye nodded and handed over the slip in his hand.

Bi Wuhe took it, glanced at it, folded it up, stuffed it into his arms and left.

Watching Bi Wuhe walk out of the store, Zuo Yulong's face revealed a hint of discoloration.

These sword cultivators are like this, no wonder the people in the city don't like it.

Han Muye's gaze fell on the long sword on the counter in front of him, and he raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword.

"Hum—"

A gentle hint of resistance came.

This sword has already achieved its own spirituality, although it is only at the level of a spiritual weapon, it is also a rare treasure.

With a chuckle, a faint wisp of sword qi in his palm penetrated into the sword body.

Now his sword cultivation has long been meticulous, and the sword thread is into wisps and enters the sword body, and it will not directly destroy the spirituality in the sword weapon.

"Hum—"

The sword weapon vibrated slightly, and one picture after another appeared in Han Muye's mind.

A smile appeared on his face.

This Bi Wuhe is obviously a poor jingle guy who has no spirit stones to pay the bill, and he is here to prostitute his elixir for nothing.

This Heyue Sword is the only valuable item on Bi Wuhe's body.

The sword cultivation in the Imperial City is rich in many large industries.

But if there is no background behind him, it is better to leave the imperial city and go to other states and counties.

It's just that this Biwuhe did not leave the imperial city, but lived in a rather dilapidated urban area in the lower city.

As soon as he cultivated the Jindan sword, he relied on taking on tasks to earn spirit stones.

Because his Taoist companion has dark wounds on his body, he also has two children to take care of.

When the appearance of the two four or five-year-old children in the picture appeared, Han Muye was shocked.

"Lin Chongxiao?"

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