Chapter 117: Eight Dragons Roar, Dragon Gate Appears
Imperial capital.
Book Pavilion.
The old eunuch stood respectfully in front of the library.
Mo Tianyu lazily exposed his chest, holding a wine gourd in one hand.
"Eunuch, the Master is not seeing anyone."
Mo Tianyu said.
"Mr. Mo, His Majesty has asked me to summon the Imperial Master. If the Imperial Master does not go, His Majesty will break my legs."
The old eunuch smiled bitterly and flicked his whisk.
"Oh, Your Majesty, do you really say that?"
Mo Tianyu raised his eyebrows, revealing a hint of surprise.
"Zhao Kuo rebelled, and now the imperial capital is in ruins. Your Majesty urgently needs the Imperial Master to preside over the redevelopment..."
"Your Majesty said that with the Imperial Master in literature and Jiang Li in military affairs, the Great Zhou will prosper."
The old eunuch said.
Mo Tianyu frowned slightly when he heard this.
"No, the Master said no, so that means no."
Mo Tianyu waved his hand.
"How about I tell you your fortune?"
Mo Tianyu's eyes lit up and he said expectantly.
The old eunuch's expression suddenly changed when he heard this, "No, no..."
suddenly.
A cough was heard in the library.
The imperial teacher, dressed in a Confucian robe and with a hunched back, walked out of the study slowly with the support of Kong Nanfei.
"Tianyu, please don't embarrass the eunuch. I will leave now."
The national teacher said.
The old eunuch trembled when he heard this, and his face was almost filled with tears.
"National Master."
The old eunuch bowed.
The imperial teacher helped the old eunuch up and sighed, saying that it was not easy for the old eunuch as he had served the previous emperor and witnessed the young emperor grow up.
"Let's go."
The national teacher smiled faintly.
The old eunuch bowed again: "Yes."
When the group left the library, a luxurious carriage pulled by five horses was waiting outside.
When the imperial teacher boarded the luxurious carriage, the news that the master had left the library spread throughout the capital in an instant.
The wheels turn.
In the carriage.
The Imperial Master opened the curtain and looked at the somewhat desolate streets of the Imperial Capital with a deep gaze.
The long streets of the imperial capital were lined with guards patrolling in armor.
A murderous atmosphere enveloped the entire imperial city.
"Jiang Li is worthy of being a disciple of the military strategist. He is really good at leading troops."
"Although Bai Fengtian is dead, the military family still has Jiang Li, so it is not in decline."
The national teacher said.
Kong Nanfei nodded. He thought that the emperor's nine imperial decrees to recall Jiang Li were intended to put Jiang Li in prison and make him suffer the same fate as Bai Fengtian.
No one expected that Zhao Kuo would rebel at this time.
Instead, it gave Jiang Li an opportunity.
"It's all because of Beiluo City's Lu Ping'an..."
Kong Nanfei sighed.
"Oh? What do you mean?"
The Imperial Master leaned against the carriage and couldn't help but smile when he heard Kong Nanfei's sigh.
"If Lu Ping'an hadn't sent 500 Beiluo cavalrymen into the Imperial Capital to start a massacre, and if Lu Ping'an's three cultivators hadn't killed Zhao Kuo's 8,000 elite soldiers, Zhao Kuo might not have rebelled so quickly."
Kong Nanfei said.
The national teacher stroked his beard.
"What's so strange about that? The moment Zhao Kuo asked someone to draft the manifesto, the outcome was already determined."
"Why drag Ping An into this when there are so many options."
The national teacher smiled.
The carriage slowly moved to the Zijin Palace.
As the Imperial Master and others dismounted from their horses, Kong Nanfei, who was supporting the Imperial Master, changed his expression slightly. He raised his head and looked towards the direction of the garden.
…
The great lake of Nanjun is a place where dragons are raised.
Tang Yimo was covered in blood and surrounded by black air currents.
He was vaguely confronting the coiled dragon in the swamp in terms of momentum.
Outside the big lake.
Tang Xiansheng was dressed in armor, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Tang Baiyun, the eldest son of the Tang family, stared at Tang Yimo walking on the lake with some envy and jealousy.
"well!"
Tang Xiansheng shouted "OK" twice.
Tang Yimo's bravery was beyond his expectations.
Tang Yimo was able to confront the demon dragon alone without being at a disadvantage, even though thousands of cavalrymen were unable to deal with it.
"You are worthy of being the son of Tang Xiansheng! Hahaha!"
Tang Xiansheng clapped his hands and laughed, very happy.
With Tang Yimo, the things that Tang Xiansheng has always been afraid to do may... be put on the agenda.
On the big lake.
Tang Yimo was treading on the water.
Looking at the Panlong surrounded by miasma, its eyes were like snakes, emitting a cold breath, and the miasma around it was highly poisonous.
Tang Yimo performed the "Eight Meridians Escape Magic Art" and opened the first meridian, but he could only confront the dragon vaguely.
If a war really breaks out, it's hard to say who will win.
suddenly.
Tang Yimo was stunned. He felt the water under his feet churning.
There seemed to be a great terror brewing in the swamp.
"retreat!"
Tang Yimo was shocked to see the coiled dragon quickly dive into the swamp. The whole swamp began to boil and mud flew everywhere.
Tang Yimo ran out of the lake and stared at the lake.
However, a huge vortex appeared in the swamp. In the vortex, there was a white spiritual light shield floating like an "eggshell", and a faint oppressive force was released from it.
"Immortal fate..."
Tang Yimo murmured.
The Nanjun army was also stunned.
Tang Xiansheng dismounted from his horse and came to Tang Yimo.
"Yi Mo, what happened?"
He had never been to the secret realm of Wolongling, so he had no idea what the situation was at the moment.
"There is a fairy fate in the dragon-raising land. This is the fairy fate that has appeared."
Tang Yimo said.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"Xianyuan?! Is there any danger?"
Tang Xiansheng asked with a sharp look in his eyes.
Tang Yimo glanced at him and said indifferently: "It's very dangerous."
…
Dongyan River is the place where mirage dragons are raised.
The Xijun army was stationed outside the river, gazing from afar at the river obscured by the misty, colorful fog.
In the mist, the Overlord's figure was looming.
Suddenly, the clouds above the Dongyan River changed.
The river water rolled up into a huge whirlpool, and a white energy shield like an "eggshell" suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes.
The Overlord roared, and the colorful mist dissipated, shattering the mirage-like illusion.
"The land of immortality!"
"Lu Ping'an said that the immortal fate in the dragon-raising land contains the cultivation method of the Ti-zang realm... I must get it!"
Overlord's deep and confident voice permeated the entire Dongyan River.
…
Dongyang County, the valley where the earth fissures.
The place where red dragons are raised.
The corpses all over the ground gave off a burnt smell.
Dongyang County suffered a lot in this earth rift valley. Wherever the red snake-like fire dragon passed, the high temperature melted the rocks.
Ordinary people can't even get close to it, they will be burned to charcoal.
A master warrior might be able to get close, but if he did, he would be killed by the fire dragon's spit of fire.
Faintly, the governor of Dongyang County saw a white eggshell appear in the valley of the rift.
It is a fairyland like the secret realm of Wolong Ridge.
But……
No one can enter the valley of rifts.
They could only watch.
The most painful thing in the world is that the immortal fate appears before you, but you have no ability to explore it.
…
Tiandang Mountain, Zhaixing Peak.
Yunlong is a place where dragons are raised.
The appearance of the strange phenomenon attracted the attention of the entire Taoist sect. On the bluestone platform of Zhaixing Peak, all the Taoists raised their heads.
There was excitement in his eyes.
An old Taoist priest came slowly and looked at the white "eggshell" among the rolling clouds.
"Three years old, you are destined to be with the dragon in this dragon breeding ground. You must seize this opportunity..."
"It's a pity that Sansi has never returned. He has been to the secret realm of Wolongling and explored the immortal fate. It must have been easier for him."
The Taoist said.
"Call me Mo Chou, don't call me San Sui."
The Taoist nun said indifferently.
She raised her head and saw a translucent creature that looked like condensed clouds moving around and looking at her.
…
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
Baiyujing Pavilion and terrace on the second floor.
There was no one in the pavilion except Lu Fan.
On the spiritual pressure chessboard, the red dots are constantly changing.
Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, which turned automatically and came to the sandalwood table. He leisurely picked up a green plum and put it into the warm wine. When it was cooked until it gave off a sour aroma, he rolled up his sleeves and carefully scooped out a spoonful with a bamboo spoon.
Instead of pouring the wine into the glass, Lu Fan took a sip from the bamboo spoon.
Smiled with satisfaction.
Afterwards, the wheelchair moved automatically, holding the bamboo tube, and came to the spiritual pressure chessboard.
Lu Fan looked at the densely packed red dots and the eight spiritual pressure barriers reflected in them.
Put your index and middle fingers into the chess box and pick up a black piece.
Slowly lift it up and place it on the Tianyuan position of the chessboard.
Click.
The clear sound seemed to echo throughout the heaven and earth.
The moment of making a move.
The strength of Lu Fan's soul suddenly fluctuated...
Spreading like ripples between heaven and earth.
…
In front of major dragon breeding sites.
Suddenly, a terrifying spiritual pressure was released, and many people were oppressed to the point of being unable to breathe and were terrified.
The dragons that were originally hidden suddenly emerged.
Each head was wrapped in white eggshell, and each emitted its own distinctive dragon roar.
The eight dragons roared together, and the roars shattered the "eggshells" behind them.
The eggshell was like bubbles in the sun, shattering with a "pop".
The next moment...
Behind the eggshell, a majestic and distant "Dragon Gate" engraved with a dragon pattern emerges faintly.
The roar of eight dragons, the appearance of the Dragon Gate! The secret place of raising dragons...
open!
(End of this chapter)