At the beginning of June of the twenty-seventh year of the Xuanwu calendar.

The imperial capital Changlin, the imperial palace.

A middle-aged man in a dragon robe stared at the secret letter on the table, his majesty scattered, the scorching heat seemed to be gone, and the eunuchs who served him trembled and walked on thin ice.

"Your Majesty, the internal guard has sent a message, there are high-ranking monks coming to Zhongzhou, Jiaolong pulling the cart, and purple qi coming from the east."

The white hair hung down to his waist like snow, and it was Ying Zhong, the chief of the internal guard, who spoke.

"Along the way, the disciples of the entourage spread the news everywhere, saying that the Lingxian Pavilion of the Holy Land of Zhongzhou wants to recruit disciples in the Southern Wilderness, and they can enter the saint's door and practice the sage's law."

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The Great Xuanwu Emperor, who was named Emperor Wu by the world, won, his eyes opened and closed, and the invisible domineering was undoubtedly revealed.

"The Southern Wilderness has been weak for many years, and it is a foregone conclusion that it will rise from the wind."

"Lonely Great Xuan's luck is beyond the reach of a mere Ling Immortal Pavilion."

"It's his Ling Immortal Pavilion Saint's recovery, what can he do."

When Emperor Xuanwu opened his mouth, he was full of domineering, as if he thought of something, and he wandered out of the world.

"After all, it is the holy land of Zhongzhou, the name of the saint, I am afraid that the famous family of Daxuan is eager to do it."

"As far as the old slave knows, the Li family in Xuanying City has been in contact with the elders of Lingxian Pavilion, and Li Ju, the first person of the younger generation of the Li family, is among the people of Lingxian Pavilion and is coming to the imperial capital."

"Xuanming Sword Immortal, Li Daoyi?"

Emperor Xuanwu frowned slightly, a little surprised.

The Li family of the flying sword in Xuanming City, one of the four major families of the Great Xuan. There has been a sword immortal, and he is known as a saint with a single hand of swordsmanship.

In a flash, the flying sword was unsheathed, and in an instant, thousands of miles away.

Nine hundred years ago, there were nine mountains and eight villages outside the Xuanming City, all of which were bandits and strongmen who occupied the mountains and plundered the Quartet, among which there were many martial arts masters in the Lingtai Realm and the Xuanxuan Realm, and there were several great monks who broke through the virtual realm, and everyone in the Xuanming City was in danger.

At that time, Li Daoyi of the Li family returned from his studies, he was in the air, the sword came out, and the nine flying swords were in the air, and when he read it, the flying sword roared away, only half an hour, and there were no more nine mountains and eight villages outside the Xuanming City, just one more name of the sword immortal.

Xuanming Sword Immortal, Li Daoyi.

Since then, the Li family has risen to the throne of Xuanming City and become one of the strongest families in Daxuan.

"I remember that nine hundred years ago, the Xuanming Sword Immortal was at the peak of his heavenly artistic conception, and he stepped into the realm of a saint with half a foot."

Emperor Xuanwu spoke while thinking.

"Five hundred years ago, there was a vision in Xuanming City, and at that time, they all thought that it was the saint of the Xuanming Sword Immortal, and even the first emperor sent people to congratulate him."

On that day, the sword intent of Xuan Netherworld City rushed into the sky, and there was a thunder dragon phantom hovering, and the wind did not stop.

Then the sky cracked, and a huge crack swirled, possibly the Heavenly Gate emerged, and it was suspected that an unknown creature was roaring and roaring......

"But later, it was said that a foreign enemy took advantage of the Xuanming Sword Immortal to attack when the mirror was broken, causing the Xuanming Sword Immortal to fall short, and there was no hope for the realm of saints in this life."

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"Don't care about Ling Immortal Pavilion, the national teacher has been out of the customs."

Emperor Xuanwu nodded, and then asked about other things.

"The National Teacher hasn't been out yet, but judging from the previous retreats, it hasn't been long since I thought about it."

"If the national teacher is out of the customs, ask about the Bai family's boy."

Emperor Xuanwu waved his hand and motioned for everyone to retreat, and only the Great Xuantian Son was left in the hall.

Li Daoyi, who was at the peak of Providence nine hundred years ago, Bai Jingchuan, who was invincible on the battlefield, Haoran Gentleman, who was the first in the sea of qi, and the Great Xuanguo Master who sat in the imperial capital, this Son of Heaven was thinking about these things.

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The spring breeze red sleeve pavilion is the most favored by the prince of the imperial capital, the red sleeves are three unique, the music and dance are absolutely beautiful.

The most unique is the Oiran of the Red Sleeve Pavilion, Cui Xi, a dance in the long forest, and a song to forget the red dust.

The three unique fairies of Changning stroke the qin, and the aftermath is lingering, but it makes people's minds not above the rhythm at all.

The hands are like soft wattles, the skin is like clotted fat, the complexion is like snow, and the body is graceful. The show is like a hollow valley orchid, clear as Lingbo narcissus. With a hint of mist. It seems that there is a cold charm coming out of the bones, which makes people dare not look directly.

Dare to call the head of Changlin Oiran Fuqin, his eyes are like torches on the side, as if he wants to stare out of his eyes, but it is the second son of the prime minister's family, Murong Bo.

Today, the second son of the prime minister's family is in the Spring Breeze Red Sleeve Pavilion, and he called the three unique fairies to accompany him, and invited Bai Minghao, one of the three young people in the imperial capital.

"Sister Xi'er's piano skills are getting better and better, I'm afraid that in a while, she will be crowned with Changlin!"

Murong Bo stared at the lovely person in front of him with a longing expression, and unabashedly opened his mouth to flatter. began to tease Bai Minghao next to him.

"Mouse, you haven't been here for half a year, is the Lu family really so charming?"

Who in the imperial capital doesn't know that the young master of the Bai family, the second son of the Murong family, and the eldest lady of the Huang family are the best.

When Murong Bo opened his mouth, Cui Xi, who had been caressing the piano coldly beside him, also raised his head slightly, and his eyes flowed.

The most women in the world fight for is beauty.

The Three Absolute Fairies with the name of Changlin were also a little looking forward to Bai Minghao's answer.

"There are always people in this world, and when they meet them, they think they are the best, and it is difficult for others to catch up!"

Bai Minghao rarely sat upright, with affection in his eyes.

"Then I have to find a chance to meet, what kind of fairy-like woman can fascinate my Bai Young Master."

"I think it should be Sister Xi'er who is so beautiful, Meilan Zhuju, each has her own love, the mouse was shocked when she saw Miss Lu'er, and it was basically the same as when I saw Sister Xi'er, so I couldn't walk the road."

The second son of the Murong family noticed that Dao Beauty's face was different, and hurriedly spoke out of relief.

After chatting about the recent situation, Murong Gongzi began to talk about recent events.

"Mouse, have you paid attention to the imperial capital these days, and there are more and more people!"

"Changlin, the capital of the Great Xuan Emperor, has always been like this."

Bai Minghao half-squinted, the beauty stroked the piano, how enjoyable.

"The two major events that have happened to this Daxuan recently, one is that the envoys of Daliang who sued for peace, they never even saw His Majesty's face, and only sent them to see Huang Lanting, the squire of the military department."

Murong Gongzi paused, stood up and walked forward, two steps in front of Cui Xi, and looked at it like this.

"Who doesn't know that our Uncle Huang is an unswerving general, so it seems that Your Majesty is only afraid that he will destroy the country of Daliang, so he is willing to give up."

"Your Majesty is ambitious, as it should be."

Today, His Majesty, calling himself Emperor Wu, has expanded his territory, destroyed the country and exterminated the species, it has always been like this, Bai Minghao opened his mouth to agree.

"Speaking of the second thing, it's the rat you care about the most."

Murong Bo said all this, sold a pass, and stroked the back of the piano with his right hand, without hiding his lustful heart.

"The holy land of Zhongzhou - Lingxian Pavilion, came from Zhongzhou a month ago, and I heard that it was three dragons pulling a cart, so it was not magnificent."

"Along the way, stop and go, hype up the recruitment of disciples, claim to enter the saint's door, cultivate the law of the saint, practice the way of the saint, and if you can't say it, you will become an immortal, soar above the nine heavens, and swim under the four seas."

"Sword Immortal Li Jia's sword son Li Ju, and a young man who doesn't know his feet have already bowed to the door, and when the trip to Daxuan is over, they will go to the Zhongzhou Holy Land, and the avenue is within reach."

"Whether it is talking about the Great Xuan or the Daonan Wilderness, after all, there is no Xianjia Cave Mansion or the Famous Mansion of the Sage, in the final analysis, it is still inferior."

Murong Gongzi said this, with some indescribable sad tone.

Below the saints, there are all beings.

All beings are ants!