The year of Qi Beishan has reached ancient times.

Under the rule of King Qi Yuan, he originally only planned to hold his few fragments for the rest of his life.

It's just that things didn't go as he wanted, and he finally came to this Taixuanjing like his nephew, who was known as the young book saint.

"Nine days to open the palace, all the nations to worship the crown......"

Qi Beishan was holding a sheep's head cane, he was born outside Taixuanjing, but his eyes still fell on the magnificent and brilliant Fuxuandu.

Dafu Taixuan Jingguo deserves to be the first city in the world, and it is as prosperous as a fairy city in the sky.

Even if Qi Beishan traveled to this great capital when he was young, it is still inevitable to be relaxed and happy to see him now.

Behind Qi Beishan, Qi Hanzhang, the young scholar of Qi State, had some worry in his eyes, looking at the clouds and mist flowing in the distance.

Farther away, on a carriage, the pale, cold Gu Chen opened the curtain of the carriage like Qi Hanzhang, as if waiting for the clouds to come here.

"Uncle...... I don't know where Lu Jing went? ”

Qi Hanzhang was still wearing an ink-colored robe, with a high crown of Confucian scholars of Qi on his head, and his body was full of bookish energy.

It's just that at this time, there was apprehension in his tone.

Qi Beishan's beard was already snow-white, and his eyes were old, and he seemed to be powerless.

But such an old man was holding an extremely heavy guqin in his arms, which was wrapped in a black cloth, and only its shape could be seen.

"On that hill a hundred miles away, he found me, and he also found Wang Gong.

As for the two dragon kings, the dragon power fluttered for hundreds of miles, so naturally they couldn't hide it from Jing Guogong. ”

Qi Beishan spoke softly, his expression was kind, and there was some kindness in his eyes when he looked at Qi Hanzhang.

Qi Hanzhang glanced at the carriage parked in the distance, and his expression became more and more worried.

"This Lu Jing is the Duke of Dafu after all, I will wait for him in front of Taixuanjing, if the Dafu Holy Monarch is angry......"

Qi Hanzhang didn't know what the intention of this move was: "It's impossible for us to kill Lu Jing before this big fujing."

In that case, I wonder why my king should do more? ”

When this young scholar of the Qi Kingdom spoke, he suppressed his voice with his vitality to prevent the ancient prince in the carriage from hearing it.

On the contrary, Qi Beishan's expression was a little free.

"I'm old, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for the spiritual tide to come again, and I won't be able to use my own cultivation and opportunity to explore the realm of pure yang.

So in the eyes of King Qi, it doesn't matter whether I am dead or alive. ”

"Coming here to Taixuanjing, although you can't kill that Lu Jing in front of Taixuanjing, you can break his courage to rush straight to the bull fight, so that he can die faster when he responds to the robbery."

Qi Beishan told the story.

Qi Hanzhang was silent for a while, and then said: "It's a pity that in this way, my Qi family has a grudge against this world-famous Tianjiao."

If he dies in the hands of the Heavenly West Tower, it will be fine, if he really survives, one day my Qi family will definitely eat the consequences of this time. ”

Qi Beishan was tired of standing, he looked left and right, and found a flat mountain rock.

He walked to the mountain rock, sat down, and looked at Qi Hanzhang with some curiosity: "Although you are polite, but I only have a little bit of arrogance to your peers in the world."

Never thought that you walked the middle of the river road, and your spirit was completely restrained, and you really became a scholar who only cares about reading and writing? ”

Qi Beishan commented on Qi Hanzhang like this, but there was no harsh criticism in his tone, nor ridicule, it seemed that he was just curious about what Lu Jing, who was only eighteen years old, was capable of making Qi Hanzhang make such a big change.

Qi Hanzhang smiled helplessly.

In the middle of the river and his party, he faced several murders, and almost all of these killings came from Lu Jing, who was unique in Dafu calligraphy and painting.

If it weren't for the Kaiyang Sword Seat of the Sword Pavilion in exchange for his life, he was afraid that he would have already buried his bones in the middle of the river and become one of the hundreds of millions of dry bones......

This is nothing, since he cultivates the Yuan Shen and goes to the River Road to seek the opportunity of Lutan, he naturally has to be prepared to die.

Qi Hanzhang is elegant, but he is not a weak person, plus he became famous at a young age, the spirit of calligraphy into the way, and once visited the Donghe country calligraphy, and received the world's first calligraphy dragon penmanship, the heart is naturally as his uncle said, raised some arrogant bones.

It's just that...... After seeing Lu Jing, his arrogance was worn away as Lu Jing wrote the dragon slaying text, wrote the true dragon poem, and even killed hundreds of dragons in the middle of the river, hundreds of Tianjiao and many other things.

Even now, when Qi Hanzhang thinks about it, he is often afraid of the sharpness of the rain sword and the wind sword in Lu Jing's hand.

That's why.

After only a few months, Qi Hanzhang, who had just returned to Qi State, set off again to follow Qi Beishan to Taixuanjing, for the sake of that young sword armor Lu Jing, which made his mood more and more depressed.

Lu Jing...... Unlike ordinary people, Hanzhang always thinks of him these days, and I am always surprised to find him when I compare him with the teenagers and even young people of my Qi country......

With a population of 20,000, there is no one in Qi who can compare with Lu Jing. ”

Qi Beishan's face was still kind, and he said, "So I'm worried that if I come here to grind Lu Jing's majesty, it will bring disaster to the Qi family in the future?" ”

Qi Hanzhang nodded.

Qi Beishan hugged the long qin in his hand tightly and said with a smile: "The sky is falling, and there are people and demons sitting on the throne to carry it!"

My Qi family is a family of Qi country, and even the reason why Qi land got its name is because of the Qi family.

It's just that...... The articles are handed down, and the calligraphy and painting are handed down, but after all, they can't resist the people and demons sitting in the white bone palace and the blood pool and flesh forest.

Since he asked me to come, then Qi Beishan, who I don't have a few years to live for, will also come.

Why worry too much? ”

"There is a saying...... A thousand-year-old family, my Qi family has existed for thousands of years, but now it can only survive under the command of Gu Yuanji, such a family is dead, is it a pity? ”

When Qi Beishan said this, he shook his head: "It's a pity that the old ancestor can't see through this, since he can't see through it, and King Qi Yuan has passed down the order, so what's the matter if I just go through it?"

Just a moment to meet the young prince whose reputation has spread all over the world. ”

Qi Hanzhang looked at his uncle in a daze.

Qi Beishan stretched out his hand and patted Qi Hanzhang's shoulder: "But...... You don't have to be too nervous.

Lu Jing has a peerless talent, it is said that he killed two gods on the mountain lake of Wu Dao Cave in that chapter, one of which was even the second god of Northern Qin, and Xiang Ding, who had comprehended the three realms of qi and blood and had the opportunity of the great prince Sun Martial Dao......"

Qi Beishan said this.

That Qi Hanzhang's body trembled suddenly: "Uncle, you said that Lu Jing killed two gods?" Kill that Northern Qin Juding servant shot? ”

Qi Beishan didn't pay attention to Qi Hanzhang, just turned his head to himself.

There was a flow of divine thoughts in his cloudy eyes, and he caught several other people in the valley here with great precision.

"One of the eight great families in Hedong, the prince of the Wang family, the East China Sea Ao Jiuji, and the South China Sea Wind Gully are all here.

Ao Jiu and Feng Zhuyu each brought their treasures from Dinghai.

In addition, my Liuquan Guqin can always stop him and sharpen his sword qi.

Lu Jing's sword qi is too strong, and his temperament is also strong, if he can make his temperament and sword qi cut off, he wants to pass the level of the West Tower in the sky, but I am afraid it will not be easy. ”

When Qi Hanzhang heard Qi Beishan's words, he couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and look at a peach tree in the distance.

Under the peach tree, a middle-aged man with a dark face and majestic eyes was holding an iron pen, carefully looking in front of him.

"The head of the Wang family, one of the eight families in Hedong, the ...... of the iron pen king"

Qi Hanzhang stared closely at the iron pen in Wang Gong's hand.

If it is ordinary, Qi Hanzhang will inevitably come forward to ask for advice, hold the gift of a disciple, and learn pen and ink calligraphy with him.

Only now, in front of the king's bearded father, there is a stone tablet that is tall enough for a person.

On the stele, Wang Fu Gong wrote several lines of text with an iron pen.

Qi Hanzhang just glanced at it, and he only felt frightened.

"A century-old empire, a thousand-year-old family......

In the Central Plains, the eight great families in Hedong have a profound heritage, and every family master is not a wasted person. ”

Qi Hanzhang sighed in his heart.

Then he raised his head and looked at the clouds overhead.

In the void, there seemed to be wind and thunder, and torrential rain was brewing.

Faintly visible, there are two real dragons, one white and one black, looming.

In the mouths of these two true dragons, they each hold a treasure.

I think it's the treasure of the Dinghai.

"This Dafu Wufang Sea Dragon is also unlucky, and it has provoked such a big evil star as Lu Jing.

The Dragon King of Xiyun Sea and even the Dragon King of Taichong all died in the hands of Lu Jing, and the Dragon Palace of Xiyun Sea was slaughtered by Lu Jing......

Their courage is admirable, and they even dare to come to kill Lu Jing's courage. ”

Qi Hanzhang sighed quietly in his heart.

Qi Beishan on the side had already uncovered the black cloth and took out a guqin.

This guqin is about four feet long, the crown horn, Yueshan, and Chenglu are made of extremely rare startling hardwood, and there are many broken lines throughout the body, including snake belly broken, cow hair broken, flowing water broken, turtle back broken, plum blossom broken......

Surprisingly, each broken line was engraved with an extremely rare rune.

Those runes were like flowing water out of a spring, faintly emitting a faint sound, faint and far away!

"Liuquan ......" Qi Hanzhang was a little in a trance.

Qi Beishan's shriveled hand stroked the strings, his eyes full of tenderness.

"The greatest achievement in my life is to become the owner of the flowing spring.

The fact that a long-term piano matches me is its misfortune and my luck. ”

When Qi Beishan said this, he was suddenly stunned: "I have no grievances or hatred with that Lu Jing, but I want to come here to stop him."

As a human being, I want to help the heavens kill people because of the salting of the world.

When Beishan was young, he was treacherous, and there was nothing to be ashamed of doing such things.

It's a pity that this Liuquan Changqin wants to murder a true celebrity like Lu Jing with me! ”

Qi Hanzhang seemed to be aware, and saw that in the clouds and mist in the sky, the black dragon of the East China Sea suddenly roared.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth suddenly changed.

A supernatural power brought up vitality and turned into a thick dark cloud, covering the void for hundreds of miles.

Qi Hanzhang turned his head, but saw that the ancient prince had already stepped out of the carriage, and looked into the sky with a little pleasure in his eyes.

He didn't have a reason to think of Lu Jing's article on slaying the dragon, and remembered the few lines of poetry that Lu Jing sat down......

"Three million sword qi flew up, stirring up Zhou Tian's cold!"

"The world is peaceful, heaven and earth are hot and cold with this......"

The unbridled cursive handwriting is like brewing the pride of the world.

Even if Lu Jing almost killed him in the middle of the river, Qi Hanzhang still admired Lu Jing very much in his heart.

"Lu Jing is indeed a real celebrity.

Uncle, you are not afraid of life and death, and you also call Lu Jing a real celebrity, and you don't want this Liuquan Changqin to be infected with adultery, and you don't care about the existence of the Qi family at all......

In this case, why do you have to go to Taixuanjing, and why do you use the sound of the piano to kill Lu Jing's spirit? ”

Qi Hanzhang stared closely at the clouds and mist rising in the distance.

And I saw in the mist, a young man dressed in white, with a sword at his waist, and a face like a crown of jade, walked into the air.

Admiration rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but persuade Qi Beishan.

Qi Beishan sat cross-legged on the rock, his hands flat on the long qin.

"I don't care if the family exists or not, and I'm not afraid of death.

But I don't want to disappoint the ancestor, he cut off both arms and both arms to protect the Qi family, since I am the heir of the Qi family, I always have to repay the kindness of the ancestors with both arms and feet. ”

Qi Beishan stroked the strings.

In a moment, there seemed to be ice and snow melting in the void, and there seemed to be rivers flowing vertically and horizontally.

This voice is warm and loose, but it seems to have wisps of weather in it, and it seems to condense a star palace.

In the star palace, there are flowing water and clear springs flowing wantonly, and there are literati drinking and having fun.

Between the clear springs and flowing waters, there are like huge ravines welcoming autumn, and the cold river is printed with the moon.

All the visions turned into supernatural powers and spread throughout the farthest valleys.

And the head of the Wang family, the head of the eight great families in Hedong, Wang Fugong, stepped forward with an iron pen in his hand.

The iron pen pierced the rocks in front of you.

The huge rock immediately turned into splinters, and then into smoke.

Smoke and dust fill the void, but with the fragrance of pen and ink, illuminate the void in the distance.

Another Ao Jiu suspiciously opened his mouth and spit out a dragon head white bone from it.

There are only two dragon horns on the white bones of the dragon's head, which are emerald green, as if they are full of life.

Behind the wind and gully, the phantom shadow of the white dragon floated.

She took on a human form and walked out of the clouds barefoot.

The Dragon King of the South China Sea looked at Lu Jing and said slowly: "Please also ask Jing Guogong to stop here and walk into the Xuandu!" ”

Thundered!

In an instant, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth were turbulent.

The sound of the piano fills the void.

There is also the majesty of the dragon genus, which overwhelms the heavens and the earth.

Wang Fu Gong stood in the distance and saluted Lu Jing from afar: "Mr. Lu Jing's merits are in the world, but the battle of knowledge is in the fire, Wang Fu Gong asks Mr. to land and discuss with me what is Confucianism and Taoism orthodoxy!" ”

And Lu Jing on the cloud held the handle of the grass chopping knife in his hand, looking at it.

But there was no big road in the valley, but a dirt path.

The muddy path was winding, full of magical powers, magic sounds, and a line of words written by Wang Gong on the monument next to the road.

"The ambition of a young man, from now on!"

This line of text is extremely murderous, and there is a dragon's power brewing in it, and the sound of Qi Beishan Qin, which was originally extremely upright, fell into that path, and it was full of demonic and evil spirit!

"This path is interesting, they have taken a lot of trouble in order to cut the meaning of Fuguang in my sword qi and the qi of Dongjun."

Lu Jing's thoughts flashed.

Suddenly, I saw a sword light on the muddy path.

The sword light was dilapidated, decaying, and deadly silent, making people shudder, as if a tall building had collapsed, a great country had collapsed, and all the people had lost their lives.

At the source of the sword qi, there was a swordsman in black who was looking at the landing scene.

When Lu Jing saw the swordsman, his expression did not change.

"No one can force Lu Jing to take the path."

He whispered to himself, and the dark clouds, the sound of the piano, the dust of pen and ink, and the roaring black dragon's qi and blood rushed towards him.

"Dragon King of the East China Sea?"

Lu Jing laughed: "Only you and the wind live here, and you can't enter my land!" ”

"If I kill the black dragon first, can you make me fall to the ground?"

(End of chapter)