Chapter 128 Does Young Master Lu like to drink chicken soup? [Seventh update, please give me a monthly ticket! ]

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Li Sansi looked at the huge stone face made up of the fragments of the Terracotta Warriors floating in the void, and his heart trembled.

Immortal?!

The immortal who created the dragon-raising land?

A terrifying pressure filled the Dragon Gate, suppressing it like a thick quagmire, making it impossible for people to even move.

Zhu Long transformed into a dragon and coiled on the ground, like a child who had done something wrong, with fear and panic on his face.

Lu Fan's mind was focused on the face of the giant stone man, looking indifferently at Zhulong below and Li Sansi who was kneeling in the distance.

Although it is true that luck is part of strength, Li Sansi's ability to break through the body storage is not entirely due to luck.

If it were someone else, after being treated like this by Zhulong, he might have already suffered a mental breakdown or even gone insane.

After all, when spiritual energy fills the body, the painful feeling, as if a balloon is about to burst, is something that ordinary people cannot endure.

Ignored Li Sansi.

His gaze shifted sideways and fell on Zhulong.

Li Sansi sensed that the "immortal"'s gaze had shifted away, and he heaved a sigh of relief for some reason.

Although he had broken through to the Qi Dan level, he was still like an ant in front of the "immortal".

In fact, this is true.

In the eyes of the "immortal", he is indeed no different from an ant.

Xian never cared about him at all.

Boom! The stone face continued to slowly press down.

Get close to Zhulong.

Zhulong lay on the ground, feeling more and more uneasy and fearful.

She also seemed to be aware that using Li Sansi to evolve into a true dragon species seemed to have violated the rules set by "Father".

Therefore, she was very frightened at the moment.

She was afraid that "Dad" would take her back and rebuild her.

Lu Fan quietly looked at Zhu Long who was lying obediently below. Zhu Long... was the foundation for Lu Fan to advance the Five Phoenix Continent to high-level martial arts, and even to super fantasy.

The fully-developed Zhulong is a very terrifying existence.

Lu Fan did not blame Zhulong for her behavior. After all, her goal was to evolve into a true celestial dragon.

Instead, it helped Lu Fan complete the task ahead of schedule.

Unique creatures all have their own uniqueness and autonomy.

Lu Fan does not need to suppress this uniqueness and autonomy.

Whether it is the Candle Dragon or the black dragon whose temper is gradually becoming violent, in fact, they were all created by Lu Fan. No matter how they turmoil, they will still have awe and fear of Lu Fan deep in their souls.

This is why Lu Fan dared to let the eight dragons spread across the world.

He wants to change the world, but he does not want to confine it to a circle or restrict the characteristics of living things.

After all, his energy is limited. All he can do is spread the seeds of changing the world and let these seeds take root and sprout.

However, Zhulong's action still needs to be deterred.

Of course, it is not only to shock Zhulong, but also to shock Li Sansi.

Cultivation is one thing, but digging holes is not.

"It won't happen again."

The stone surface opened.

The terrifying sound roared and resounded throughout Longmen.

Zhulong, lying on the ground, let out a dragon roar of grievance and fear.

Li Sansi was kneeling on the ground, his pupils constricted and cold sweat soaked his clothes.

Although Shi Mian only said four words, the pressure he exerted on him was enough to make him almost unable to breathe.

Lu Fan glanced at Li Sansi.

Gradually the will faded away.

The rocks collapsed one after another and fell to the ground. Then, they melted like snow, and the terracotta warriors rose from the ground again.

The pressure that permeated the Dragon Gate disappeared.

Li Sansi gradually stood up.

He looked at Zhulong in the distance.

But then Zhulong's scaly tail swept over and lifted up Li Sansi's body.

Although he had the cultivation level of Ti Zang realm, he was unable to resist the sweep of Zhu Long.

In a dazzled moment, he was thrown out of the dragon gate and fell out of the deep cave.

Li Sansi steadied himself, turned over and stood still.

Holding the wooden sword, he took two steps and wanted to enter the cave. However, as soon as he took a step, two eyes, one black and one white, appeared in the cave.

It seemed as if a sense of death was enveloping Li Sansi's body.

Li Sansi's body stiffened.

Finally, he took a step back.

He glanced at the dry bones on Buzhou Peak and sighed.

He paced to the bluestone, wiped the blood stains on the stone, leaned on the wooden sword, sat upright on the bluestone, looked at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, his hair moving faintly in the wind.

…

Dao Zong, bamboo building in the back mountain.

Li Sansui pushed open the door, stood in front of it, turned sideways, and let Nie Zhangqing enter.

Nie Zhangqing stepped into the bamboo building. Every step he took seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds.

He was extremely nervous, and no longer had the ease and sharpness that he had when he cut open Dao Zong's mountain gate with a single blow.

The bamboo house was very simple, with only a bamboo table and a bamboo mat, and nothing else.

There was a Taoist nun wearing a Taoist robe and a cloth towel sitting quietly on the bamboo mat.

As quiet and beautiful as the falling autumn leaves.

"Ruer."

Nie Zhangqing spoke.

Voices mixed with a bit of trepidation and joy lingered in the bamboo building.

However... no one responded.

Li San Sui stood in front of the bamboo building, his eyes dim and he pursed his lips.

Nie Zhangqing walked a few steps to the front of the Taoist nun, but found that she was sitting quietly on the bamboo mat with her head tilted, her eyes empty and lifeless.

On the dead bamboos on the bamboo mat, there were bits of bamboo chips flying around.

There are two words engraved on it.

"Qing" and "shuang".

Nie Zhangqing's eyes, which had been shaking violently and seemed to contain the possibility of a landslide and the splitting of the earth, suddenly softened.

He called the nun's name softly.

However, the Taoist nun just raised her head numbly, with a heartbreaking confusion in her empty eyes. She glanced at Nie Zhangqing and continued to tilt her head.

"Brother Nie..."

Li Sansui, standing in front of the door, wanted to explain something.

However, Nie Zhangqing just waved his hand.

"Of course."

Nie Zhangqing's eyes were gentle and his palm rested lightly on the Taoist nun's head.

"Ruer, let's go home."

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"Xiao Shuang is waiting for us to go home."

Li San Sui, who was standing in front of the door, was slightly startled.

"For me, an ending is always better than no ending..."

Nie Zhangqing said calmly, but within his calmness there was a fiery aura.

He carried the Taoist nun on his back, and she did not resist. She still tilted her head and even played with Nie Zhangqing's hanging hair with her hands.

Carrying the Taoist nun on his back, he walked out of the bamboo building with heavy steps, and Li San Sui did not stop him.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the bamboo forest, causing Nie Zhangqing to squint slightly.

Suddenly, Nie Zhangqing stopped.

Without looking back, he just quietly turned his back to Li Sansui and said, "Sansui, Dao Zong is not suitable for you. You should go to Beiluo."

This was the second time Nie Zhangqing said this.

Li Sansui was stunned and his emotions became more complicated.

After he finished speaking, Nie Zhangqing turned his back to the nun, stretched out his hand, placed it on the butcher knife at his waist, and slowly pulled it out.

But he was pointing to another bamboo building in the distance.

Nie Zhangqing looked calm as he looked at the bamboo building and said, "My fellow men, I, Nie Zhangqing, came here to take Ru'er away, and also to carry out a mission that you have given me."

"Take my wife back, and by the way... accept Dao Zong."

Nie Zhangqing's words fell into the quiet bamboo forest, surprising the birds and crows.

When Li San Sui heard this, his pupils shrank slightly.

However, what was even more incredible to her was that the door of the bamboo building, which had been closed for a long time, was suddenly opened.

An old voice floated out from the bamboo building.

"I have a while. If Young Master Lu of Beiluo can break it, what's the harm if Dao Sect is as subdued as the Tianji Family is to Beiluo?"

The voice was vicissitudes of life and a little hoarse.

A hunched figure walked out of the bamboo building.

Nie Zhangqing carried the Taoist nun on his back and looked up at the hunched figure, with no expression on his unshaven face.

"No need, sir. I can break the formation."

Nie Zhangqing said.

The words fell with a loud sound.

The spiritual energy in Nie Zhangqing's Qi Dan suddenly began to boil.

After his heart knot was resolved, his whole spirit seemed to have undergone an indescribable transformation.

Around Nie Zhangqing, the withered bamboo leaves suddenly fluttered in the wind.

…

North Luo City.

Inside an inn.

Chi Lian pushed open the tattered wooden window and propped it up with a wooden stick. Sunlight poured in from the window, and in the sunlight, dust could be seen flying.

"Sister Chi Lian, when will Uncle Jiang come to Beiluo?"

A lazy voice came from inside the house.

The white bluebird squatted in front of a basket of chicks, playing with them and asking questions.

"It's been a few days, and the master hasn't come to Beiluo yet..."

Chi Lian looked at the bustling and prosperous streets of Beiluo City outside the window, his eyes flickering slightly.

The enchanting figure leaned against the window, looked at Bai Qingniao, and said, "Qingniao, pack up, let's go visit Young Master Lu on the island in the middle of the lake."

Bai Qingniao immediately raised his head and was stunned.

The little chicken Xiao Feng took the opportunity to stick his little head out from between her clothes, drooping his head and breathing slightly.

"Not waiting for Uncle Jiang anymore?"

The white bluebird pursed its lips.

Chi Lian shook his head: "No more waiting..."

"Your Excellency has come to the capital and taken over the duties of the Imperial City, leading the army to protect the Imperial Capital. I am afraid that I will not have time to come to Beiluo in the short term, but I will do my best to do what you have asked me to do."

Bai Qingniao's eyes were suddenly filled with disappointment.

"Okay, what do I need to prepare to visit Young Master Beiluo Lu?"

"Does Young Master Lu like chicken soup? I can make him a bowl of chicken soup."

Bai Qingniao said, "I heard that Young Master Beiluo Lu has a bad temper. Can I really become his disciple?"

"Sister Chi Lian, if I join Bai Yu Jing, will I never see Uncle Jiang again?"

The white bluebird chirped non-stop.

After Chi Lian replied, he was too lazy to pay attention to her and turned to look out the window.

Indeed, it is rumored that Young Master Beiluo Lu is unfathomable and has an unpredictable temper.

How can I impress Young Master Lu?

Chi Lian suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Bai Qingniao, his gaze moving horizontally to the Bai Qingniao's bulging chest.

Bai Qingniao's face trembled three times. He turned his head away and covered his chest vigilantly.

Chi Lian's eyes flickered, "Bluebird, your chick... is pretty good, maybe it can impress Young Master Lu."

Upon hearing this, Bai Qingniao let out a breath, stretched out his hand, and picked Xiao Fengyi out.

"Use Xiao Feng to make chicken soup? I can't do it..."

The white bluebird pursed its lips.

Xiao Fengyi, who was being carried, was originally listless with his head drooping. Suddenly, he felt a gust of cool wind whizzing past, and his butt couldn't help but tighten.

Chi Lian's face darkened. Is this girl's mind full of chicken soup? ! How can the value of this little chicken be measured by a bowl of chicken soup? Also, do you think that the young master of Beiluo Lu would need a bowl of chicken soup from you? 　PS: I recommend a new book of my friend, "The Power of One Person". It is a very passionate and exciting book. Interested friends can go and have a look~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)