"Master, you have to take care of this Lu Qing today! In the past six months, he has been unkempt, has no precepts of Qingyun Palace, and has been drinking and profligate all day long, so it is not a way to go on like this. ”

In the Qingyang Hall of Rizhao Peak, a slender young monk in a white robe was complaining to the middle-aged monk with an elegant face in front of him.

Qingyang Hall is the cultivation place of the true monarchs of Qingyun Palace in the past dynasties, and the elegant middle-aged monk is naturally Lu Qing's master, the head of Qingyun Palace, and the seventy-two generations of Ziyang True Monarch of the Great Xun Imperial Court - Song Hezi.

The white-clothed monk is Lu Qing's fellow elder brother, named Bai Zixiu.

He is an orphan, he was picked up by Songhezi and raised by Songhezi in his infancy, two years older than Lu Qing, and he is seventeen years old this year.

And the "Lu Qing" he said in his mouth was Lu Qing's pseudonym in Qingyun Palace.

"Alas, Zixiu, don't be impatient. This Lu Qing and my Qingyun Palace have a great fate, and he is now a little wandering. But you are his senior brother, what is wrong with what the junior brother did, you have to bear more, you know?"

Song Hezi saw Bai Zixiu coming to tell Lu Qing, and sighed slightly to comfort him.

"But master.."

Bai Zixiu wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Song Hezi waving his hand.

Then he stretched out his hand from the wide robe and carefully calculated it, his face dark.

He sighed for a long time, looked up at the sky slightly, his eyes seemed to be cast to the infinite distance, and his tone seemed to be emotional and puzzled.

"It's coming, your brother's business is coming soon."

Bai Zixiu knew that the master must be divining again, this pine crane has a very high level in divination, and no one in the Qianyuan realm can beat it.

At this time, he heard the master say something inexplicable, and asked in a puzzled tone, "Master, what are you talking about?"

"It's all fast, the good things are fast, the bad things are fast... Great blessings and great disasters, great blessings and great disasters!"

...

At this time, on the Guanfeng Cliff, the "Lu Qing" that Bai Zixiu and Song Hezi said in their mouths was obviously drunk.

He lay on the rocks like mud and talked to himself.

Speaking of excitement, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, turned around and picked up another jar of wine, held it in both hands and began to pour it into his mouth.

There were a lot of sprinkles on the dirty and tattered robe on his chest, and after a while, a large piece was wet.

"Hahaha, it's fun!

Before the words fell, a flash of light flashed, and when he looked at it again, there was an extra spear in his hand!

The gun was silver-gray and cold in the moonlight.

The spear spike is plain white, dancing in the air with the wind.

Look closely at the gun, the whole body is long, and the thickness of a goose egg.

The blade of the gun flashed with cold light, and the plain white spike of the gun looked simple and elegant.

The body of the gun is secretly tattooed with two dragons that are entangled and fighting and killing each other, and finally the dragon's mouth is gathered under the blade of the gun, which is like two dragons playing with pearls.

This gun is called the Silver Dragon!

Speaking of this gun, there is a history...

This silver dragon spear is the family heirloom of Empress Li, it is said that the ancestors of the Li family relied on this gun to lay down a piece of the world for the founding emperor of Daxun.

Later, the world was decided, the four seas were leveled, and Emperor Wu read on the ancestors of the Li family for the sake of their hard work over the years, worshiped him as the general of the Twelve Guards, and added the golden purple Guanglu doctor, and the portrait was enshrined in the first place in the twenty-four heroes of the Lingyan Pavilion.

But since ancient times, the cunning rabbit died, and the lackeys cooked. The birds are all gone, and the good bow is hidden. The enemy country is broken, and the ministers are killed.

The ancestors of the Li family felt this, chose to retreat bravely, and after the establishment of Daxun, he only symbolically served as the general of the Twelve Guards for half a year, and then resigned from the begging bones.

Legend has it that after he stepped down from his post as the general of the Twelve Guards, he became a monk and visited famous teachers in order to live forever.

Before leaving, he will accompany his horse all his life, behead countless silver dragon spears, and hang the handsome seal on the spike of the gun, leaving a book, saying that he is free.

The letter said that he was willing to put the silver dragon spear into Emperor Wu, and Emperor Wangwu looked at the love for many years and took care of the descendants of the Li family.

It is said that when Emperor Wu saw this silver dragon spear, he was silent for a long time, but he kept rubbing the body of the gun.

As for where the ancestors of the Li family went, no one knows...

Later, when Emperor Wen was in power, he married Li Siyan, the daughter of the Li family, to the third prince, who later became Emperor Hongren.

On the day of their marriage, Emperor Wen personally took out this meritorious and prestigious silver dragon spear, and solemnly handed it over to Li Siyan as a dowry.

In order to express the sincerity of marriage, the friendship between the two families, and the respect for the life of the ancestor of the Li family, Rongma.

In this way, the silver dragon spear returned to the hands of the Li family.

And now this big gun is in the hands of Lu Qing...

Lu Qing held the big gun in his hand, and his heart finally felt a little warm.

This big gun is his only thought and sustenance now.

Gently rubbing the cold body of the spear, his mind returned to Bai Yujing's palace, in the small imperial garden, in the small dojo...

Suddenly, the spear moved silently!

As the saying goes, the gun is afraid of turning the round stick and is afraid of the point, and at this time, I saw that the spear in his hand seemed to come to life, and his figure flashed and danced with a spear.

On this mountain wall, under this moonlight, there is a special taste.

"The body and the mind are together, the mind is in harmony with the qi, and the qi is in harmony with the strength!"

His sad and desolate voice echoed on the cliff, mixed with the cold mountain wind, and disappeared into the vast world.

"Hands and feet, shoulders and hips, ribs and knees!"

He stabbed out one shot after another, as if he wanted to vent all the pain in his heart, and as if he was missing something...

The spicy liquor poured into his stomach and turned into a thousand knives, cutting one by one, and it hurts.

His chest was already completely wet, but he didn't care, he just drank the wine in the jar, and then smashed the jar with a wave of his hand, and continued to dance the spear!

The shooting execution of Lu Qing's cultivation was passed on to him by Li Siyan, called "Nameless Gun Technique", which is said to have been obtained by the ancestor of the Li family from the silver dragon spear.

This road of shooting is divided into nine realms and forty-two changes, making it fierce and powerful.

At that time, in the hands of the ancestors of the Li family, with the silver dragon spear, the end was unparalleled in the world, and the hearts of the immortal Dao sects on the upper pressure were worried, and the princes of Dongzhou who swept down were in two wars.

In the turbulent times, he relied on the big gun in his hand and the "Nameless Gun Technique" to make a name for himself on the Eastern Continent headed by Xiandao.

The ninefold spear technique corresponds to the ninefold realm of martial arts.

They are the Nine Realms of Lian Jin, Open Pulse Realm, Chong Acupoint Realm, Sanhua Realm, Five Qi Realm, Great Perfection Realm, Lingwu Realm, True Martial Realm, and Tianwu Realm.

It is said that there is a higher realm above Tianwu, but the Qianyuan Realm has not known how long this person has not appeared...

The realm of training strength is divided into five layers, which are skin, meat, bones, tendons, and marrow.

Since Lu Qing was forced to practice martial arts by Queen Li when he was seven years old, he fished for three days and dried the net for two days, and in four or five years, he also cultivated to the realm of practicing strength, that is, practicing the marrow.

After that, no matter how he cultivated, he couldn't condense a trace of internal force, and in addition to cultivating the strength realm in the martial arts, he didn't need aura, and he had to condense his internal force from the beginning of the open pulse realm.

As for the reason why he couldn't condense his internal strength, to put it bluntly, it was because he was a royal family and had dragon energy.

The dragon qi is arrogant and noble, where it is located, it is easy to ward off all evils, and it is born to reject all aura.

Therefore, the imperial family is almost inherently unable to cultivate, and the Qianyuan Realm has never heard of any emperor who can live forever for so many years.

Of course, Empress Li also knew about this situation, so she didn't force him to practice martial arts anymore after Lu Qing's cultivation was successful.

In this case, Lu Qing has not made the slightest advance in his martial arts cultivation since he began refining his strength five years ago.

Correspondingly, his refining kung fu can be said to be perfect and flawless!

If one day he is allowed to play this solid foundation, I don't know how amazing it will be...

Lu Qing drank like this while playing with guns, and the wine was hot, and his whole body was boiling.

With a happy heart, he let out a long howl from his mouth, echoing in the mountains and forests, startling a flock of birds to fly.

..

"Which bastard is crying wolf in the middle of the night?!

When Lu Qing was drunk and howling, there was a shout and scolding from behind him, and Lu Qing turned to look in shock.

I didn't know when, there was an old Taoist priest standing behind him who was even more sloppy than himself.

It's dirty and black, and only the whites of the eyes are clean all over the body..

"You doll is crying and crying all day long, crazy and crazy, drinking and yelling here, and there is nothing else, it's really useless!"

Lu Qing didn't know who this old madman was, and how he stood behind him quietly.

When he was secretly on guard in his heart, he heard this old madman say something to count himself, and he immediately felt unhappy, and opened his mouth to ask.

"Who are you?"

The old madman smiled contemptuously when he heard this, spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground and said, "Who is the old man, you kid is not qualified to ask." ”

As he spoke, he walked up to Lu Qing, picked up an unopened jar of wine on the ground, slapped open the mud seal and took a sip, and immediately spit it out.

"Phew, you also call it wine? It's sour, it's muddy and bitter, and it can be put in your mouth like dog urine?"

After the old madman finished speaking, he took out a cyan gourd from his bosom, opened the cork and sniffed it fiercely, with an extremely satisfied expression on his face.

This old madman doesn't know what kind of wine is in the gourd, and Lu Qing smells it from so far away...

If you want to talk about the delicacies of the mountains and seas, the delicacies of wine and delicacies, he was born in the palace and has never seen anything, but he doesn't know what wine is in the gourd of the old madman...

"What do you want to do, you're crazy?"

"It's nothing, I'm just here to see the old man.

It is said that he was a natural saint, and he once spoke up righteously, made trouble in the Jinluan Palace, reprimanded a group of traitors and thieves, and fainted the monarch and ministers.

Let the faint king sit on the dragon chair unsteadily, and let the traitorous minister fight in two ways, and become famous!

I thought he was a good man with iron bones, a good king of Chu with the world in his heart, but I didn't expect him to be a wretched, cowardly and narrow-minded little man, what a waste of fame!

If Emperor Dezong under Jiuquan knew, he should not be blind, and the Empress Dowager Li should not be at peace when she saw him like this. ”

The old madman said word by word in a sneering tone, and every sentence seemed to knock on Lu Qing's heart.

Especially the last two words that were almost cursed, a trace of murder flashed in his heart, and then he said in a cold tone: "You crazy man is really too deceitful, look at the gun!"

As he spoke, the spear in his hand was as fast as thunder, and he rushed straight to the old madman's door with great speed and incomparability.