Chapter 138: A Newcomer to the Preaching Platform [Second Update, Please Give Me a Monthly Vote]

"Li San Sui (identity: Dao Zong disciple) entered the preaching platform."

"Mo Ju (identity: a Confucian disciple) enters the preaching platform."

"Sima Qingshan (identity: a poor painter from Nanjin City) enters the preaching platform."

…

Lines of prompt text scrolled in front of Lu Fan's eyes.

Lu Fan, who was used to it, watched calmly.

[Preaching Platform] There has been no movement for a long time since the last time a new person was recruited. Now, after he broke through to the third level of Qi training, he began to recruit new people again.

This made Lu Fan wonder, maybe, when he advanced in Qi Refining, there might be a pull of new people?

Of course, this is Lu Fan's guess, and it is very likely that all this is just a coincidence.

Among these three names, Lu Fan was not unfamiliar with two of them.

"Li San Sui, the little nun from Dao Sect?"

"Mo Ju... huh? A Confucian disciple? This guy... isn't a member of the Mo family, Tan Tai Xuan's counselor, how did he become a Confucian disciple?"

Lu Fan looked at the first two names first. He had some impression of Li San Sui, but he didn't expect that the preaching platform would actually pull her in this time.

Li San Sui has already obtained the fate of becoming an immortal, and his cultivation is not weak.

It was quite unexpected for Lu Fan that he was even brought here by the preaching platform.

However, what surprised Lu Fan even more was... Mo Ju's identity.

"The Confucian disciple... this guy is not honest."

Lu Fan pondered.

Mo Ju was Tan Tai Xuan's counselor, a member of the Mohist school, but ended up becoming a disciple of Confucianism...

Lu Fan didn't think that there would be an error mark on the [Preaching Platform]. In other words, Mo Ju was most likely... a hidden chess piece set by the Imperial Master in the Imperial Capital? Lu Fan smiled and didn't think about it any further.

The mind entered the [preaching platform].

As the spiritual energy rolled, three blurry figures slowly gathered in the center of the preaching platform, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

Li Sansui frowned and looked down at her blurry figure. This was obviously not her real body, but the feeling was exactly the same as her real body.

There were two other people around him, one of whom looked like a scholar, with one hand behind his back and the other hand gently raised in front of his lower abdomen.

On the other side, there was a person who looked frightened. He squatted on the ground as soon as he came in.

"Where is this?"

Li is three years old and curious.

In the Longmen Secret Realm? Not really. Such a rich spiritual energy cannot be compared with the Longmen Secret Realm.

In the center of the space, there was a suspended Bagua formation platform, on which the misty air gathered and piled up, and soon, a figure with an immortal look condensed.

Sitting in the center of the formation, surrounded by spiritual energy, ethereal and otherworldly.

"There's a new guy coming..."

Lu Fan said calmly.

His voice echoed throughout the entire preaching platform, startling Li Sansui and Mo Ju slightly, while the poor painter named Sima Qingshan had a face full of fear.

Every time a preaching platform is opened, there always seems to be some strange things sneaking in.

This time it’s not bad.

However, Sima Qingshan is just a painter, so why would he add the word "poor"?

Lu Fan complained about the introduction in his heart.

"This is a secret place for preaching. You can all get the chance to become immortals. Remember, do not reveal each other's identities, or you will be punished by the heavens and fall into the Nine Netherworld Purgatory forever."

Lu Fan spoke the formulaic opening remarks quite skillfully.

However, the effect is as good as always.

Li San Sui, Mo Ju became agitated after hearing this.

Sima Qingshan was so frightened that his face turned pale. He immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Lu Fan who was sitting on the Bagua formation platform.

"Immortal, please let me go. I am just a poor painter. I have no money. I have nothing. Please let me go!"

Li Sansui didn't care much about Sima Qingshan's behavior.

Sima Qingshan's reaction is what a normal person should have.

Mo Ju was curious.

He raised his head and looked at Lu Fan who was sitting on the fairy platform.

Compared to Bai Qingniao's group of sensible immortals, this group of immortals are very arrogant.

Li San Sui himself had the cultivation level of a cultivator, so he looked directly at Lu Fan without fear.

Mo Ju was also curious.

Lu Fan smiled faintly.

Gently flick your sleeves.

Boom! Inside the preaching platform, the terrifying pressure suddenly erupted.

Mo Ju and Li Sansui couldn't control themselves and fell to their knees, pounding the ground with their knees. The spiritual energy in the preaching platform caused ripples to spread out.

Behind Lu Fan, there were fairy towers, waterfalls, a five-clawed flying dragon and other magical scenes emerging.

Being able to enter the preaching platform is their destiny.

Lu Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense.

Continue to wave your sleeves.

Runes were rapidly jumping around his body, changing into various forms, as if constructing a hazy and gorgeous world.

Li Sansui knelt on the ground, raised her head, and opened her mouth to say something.

Yet the words were not yet spoken.

A ray of white light surged into her brow, making her feel as if her mind was about to explode.

"Go ahead."

Lu Fan said calmly.

Li San Sui's body exploded and disappeared.

His sight fell on Mo Ju, a Confucian disciple? Lu Fan also constructed a cultivation method with runes, specializing in cultivating righteousness, and passed it on to Mo Ju.

Mo Ju sensed the chapter emerging in his mind, and his expression suddenly became a little strange.

He opened his mouth, but Lu Fan waved him away without waiting for his answer.

Finally, the only one left in the preaching platform was Sima Qingshan, who was kneeling on the ground, almost crying out of fear.

"Anyone who can enter this place can ask for a chance to become an immortal. What kind of chance do you want?"

Lu Fan opened his mouth, his voice was ethereal, lingering among the pavilions of the Immortal Terrace.

Sima Qingshan's body trembled.

But he was so nervous that he couldn't even speak.

The preaching platform suddenly became quiet.

Lu Fan was speechless.

Afterwards, without waiting for Sima Qingshan to speak, he waved his hand and let the runes construct a practice method, accompanied by a wisp of spiritual energy that sank into Sima Qingshan's brows.

Afterwards, Sima Qingshan's body was torn into pieces.

"Done and call it a day."

Lu Fan raised the corner of his mouth and his mind left the preaching platform.

The house was filled with fragrance.

Lu Fan opened his eyes and took the bronze wine cup. The wine in the cup had already become a little cold, but Lu Fan didn't care and drank it all in one gulp.

Outside, the rain was still pouring down.

The sky was gray, as if it was sprinkled with light ink.

He took out the Reiatsu chessboard again.

The two sets of black and white chess boxes were set up, and Lu Fan took the white piece and rubbed it gently.

"The chess book 'Yi Tian Shi' has nine games in total. I have already set up the Mountain and River game. Now that I have broken through to the third level of Qi Refining, perhaps I can try a new game."

Lu Fan held the child and whispered.

Then, the slender palm gently brushed across the spotless spiritual pressure chessboard.

The white piece falls.

"The second round of "Yi Tian Shi", the wind and rain round."

In the leisurely pavilion.

Lu Fan sat upright in a wheelchair, with the spiritual pressure chessboard placed in front of him, and he kept placing the pieces.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

There was surprise in Lu Fan's eyes, and he was concentrating intently.

After playing the Mountain and River Game, Lu Fan’s chess skills were already quite good, and now this Wind and Rain Game made Lu Fan even more amazed.

As the moves were made, Lu Fan's soul strength began to condense continuously.

…

Dao Zong, inside the small bamboo building.

Li San Sui opened his eyes.

The wind in the bamboo forest is a little chilly, and the sunlight shining through the bamboo leaves cannot dispel the bone-chilling cold.

"Immortal fate..."

"This is……"

Li San Sui was a little surprised, his rosy little mouth slightly opened, as if he had seen something incredible.

She stood up and paced around the bamboo building.

What Lu Fan passed on to her was not some method of cultivating immortality, but rather... a variety of strange Taoist methods.

Li San Sui and Nie Zhangqing had a battle. In that battle, Lu Fan saw Li San Sui's talent. She seemed to have a natural sensitivity to Taoism.

It actually takes Longmen as the basis and involves thick clouds to make cloud dragon.

Therefore, Lu Fan taught Li Sansui the art of Taoist practice. Lu Fan himself was too lazy to study Taoism, so he could only give Li Sansui a start and let her study it carefully.

Li San Sui walked out of the bamboo building.

In the bamboo forest, fallen leaves floated down and piled up, emitting a musty smell.

Li San Sui had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

She was like a child who had discovered a new toy, her face full of surprise.

She raised her hands and made hand seals.

"Dry Seal."

Li Sansui shouted softly, and the spiritual energy in the Qi Dan quickly flowed and surged.

The bamboo leaves on the ground flew up and rolled in the air. Soon, they piled up into a small bamboo leaf man.

The Bamboo Leaf Man was able to perform martial arts and attack according to Li San Sui's wishes, although he was still a little unskilled. After all, it was the first time Li San Sui had mastered it.

"The Dao, this is the Dao..."

Li was three years old and was surprised.

The door of the bamboo building opposite was opened.

Xie Yunling seemed to have aged a lot.

He saw Li Sansui making hand seals, piling bamboo leaves into armor, and walking in the form of an armored man, able to punch in the air and perform martial arts.

Xie Yunling was stunned.

"Your Majesty."

Upon seeing Xie Yunling, Li Sansui withdrew his Taoist magic, and the bamboo leaves immediately broke apart and turned into floating leaves, withered and powerless.

"Immortal magic?"

Xie Yunling coughed and asked.

Li Sansui was startled, then nodded: "I got the inheritance from an immortal, and call this...Taoism."

Taoism...

Xie Yunling smiled and looked at Li San Sui with a kind look.

"Three years old."

Xie Yunling, Tao.

"Call me Mo Chou." Li San Sui was very cold.

Xie Yunling paused, "Okay, three years old."

"I am going to go out for a while. If I can't come back, the next disciple of Dao Sect will be you."

Li San Sui frowned, "Why is the next Zhu Zi me, and not my brother?"

Xie Yunling waved his hand and said, "You are more suitable to be the leader of Dao Sect than Sansi. Your brother has gone to the border. He has been a bohemian and freedom-loving person all his life. He is not suitable to be the leader of Dao Sect."

Li Sansui pursed his lips. Indeed, Li Sansi was not very reliable.

"Where are you going?"

Li San Sui asked.

Xie Yunling hunched his back, stepped on the soft ground covered with fallen leaves, and smiled.

"Bai Yujing has great ambitions."

"I want to go and see if he has the strength to carry out this ambition."

Xie Yunling smiled deeply.

"So... where are you going?"

Li Sansui continued to ask expressionlessly, "Can you be more straightforward?" Xie Yunling held back a mouthful of blood and glanced at Li Sansui.

"Find a few old guys and go to Beiluo together."

Li Sansui raised his eyebrows, and combined with Xie Yunling's previous words of entrustment, he couldn't help but ask: "Go to Beiluo? Are you going to die?"

Xie Yunling almost vomited blood.

He waved his hands, too lazy to say anything to Li San Sui.

…

North County.

Inside the military tent.

Mo Ju, wearing a feather fan and a blue scarf, opened his eyes strangely.

"Immortal fate..."

"It's different from the Wolong Ridge Secret Realm and the Eight Dragon Gate Secret Realms... This immortal fate seems to be passed down directly by the immortals. The Overlord and the Young Master of Beiluo Lu who suddenly obtained the immortal fate must have been because of this method."

Mo Ju thought for a moment and analyzed.

An immortal? Beiluo Lu Pingan often talked about fighting with immortals. Was he fighting with this immortal? Mo Ju suddenly admired Lu Pingan a little. In that strange place, facing the high and mighty immortal, Mo Ju didn't even have the thought of resisting.

But Lu Ping'an was thinking about fighting the immortals.

"But why... did the immortal teach me... the Confucian method of cultivating the noble spirit?"

"Immortal...knows everything?"

(End of this chapter)