Chapter 139 Three disciples go to Beiluo [Third update, 10,000 words, please vote! ]

Nanjun, Nanjin City.

Nanjin City is located on the edge of Nanjun County, and a few dozen miles away is the territory of the Southern Barbarians.

It is said that the south of the Yangtze River is shrouded in mist and rain. The city of Nanjin, located on the edge of Nanjun, is shrouded in misty rain all year round, creating a poetic and picturesque scenery.

For some Confucian scholars and students, in such weather, holding an oil-paper umbrella and strolling on the curved arch bridge is the most suitable, which can show elegance without getting their clothes wet.

Sima Qingshan doesn't like this kind of weather.

Because the ink of paintings made in this kind of weather is difficult to dry, and they become blurry when rolled up.

Once a painting becomes blurred, it is not even worthy of being sold on the street.

He is a painter, a poor painter.

Make a living by selling paintings.

Sima Qingshan opened his eyes in horror, and pairs of big eyes around him stared at him curiously.

"Brother Qingshan, you have caught a cold. Dad caught a fat fish tonight and made some hot fish soup. He asked me to bring you a bowl."

A little girl with pigtails and patched clothes laughed.

Several children around also started chattering, and the noise gave Sima Qingshan a headache.

These children are all from poor families in Nanjin City.

Sima Qingshan taught these children for free, teaching them how to read and paint, so that they could succeed in the future and change their destiny.

"Go back, don't make your parents worry. Remember to come to study on time tomorrow."

Sima Qingshan frightened the children and played with them for a while.

The children immediately left chattering.

After closing the leaky door, Sima Qingshan let out a breath. He was a poor painter who could only support himself by painting.

He grew up in Nanjin City. Now, both his parents have passed away due to illness, and Sima Qingshan can only fend for himself.

"Immortal... preaching?"

Sima Qingshan rubbed his eyebrows.

He had caught a cold and fell asleep just after taking the medicine prepared by the doctor. While sleeping, he unexpectedly had such a strange dream.

"Where in the world are there immortals..."

Sima Qingshan shook his head, walked to the shabby dining table, and picked up the steaming hot fish soup on it.

Children from poor families have to grow up early. Although these children are young, they are very sensible.

Take a sip of the fish soup, and the hot soup rolls into your throat, like a warm current, dispelling the chill brought by the hazy rainy day.

After drinking the fish soup, Sima Qingshan felt a lot stronger.

Especially in the lower abdomen, there is a faint heat flow.

He walked into the study and said that the study was just a converted old woodshed.

Carefully light the oil lamp in the dim light.

Sima Qingshan grinds the ink gently.

Spread out your fingers and dip the tip of the pen into ink.

The tip of the pen draws an elegant stroke that gradually fades from thick to thin, and a picture of a lady appears leisurely on the paper.

The brush strokes are like flowing clouds and running water, the brush is applied with ink, and the writing is done in one go.

Suddenly.

Sima Qingshan paused.

"When did I become so good at drawing?!"

He took a step back in fear, looking at the pattern on the scroll with a tremor in his heart.

Looking at the pen in my hand, I felt inexplicably frightened.

In my mind, a beautiful picture slowly unfolds.

It was like the sound of the immortal's great way was roaring.

Sima Qingshan's face flushed, and a stream of heat surged from his lower abdomen and wrapped around the tip of the pen.

When the tip of the pen touched the picture of the lady on the paper, the person in the painting seemed to come alive.

…

Imperial capital.

Tang Xiansheng changed his clothes and took Tang Yimo to the Zijin Palace.

His expression was very calm, as if he was not the one being assassinated.

Jiang Li walked in front and led Tang Xiansheng into the Zijin Palace. However, outside the palace, Tang Yimo was stopped by Jiang Li.

"Tang Taishou, His Majesty only allows you to enter."

Jiang Li Road.

Tang Xiansheng narrowed his eyes, patted Tang Yimo on the shoulder, and then stepped into the palace.

The wooden door with vermilion carvings and inlaid with gold foil closed, blocking the view of Tang Yimo and Jiang Li.

Jiang Li took off his helmet and glanced at Tang Yimo. He was quite surprised by the powerful fighting ability Tang Yimo had displayed on the long street before.

"Are you a practitioner?"

Jiang Li asked.

Tang Yimo hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Are you the reason why Tang Xiansheng dared to come to Beijing? But you are indeed very strong. Although not as good as the few practitioners I have met before, you are already very good."

Jiang Li exclaimed in admiration.

Tang Yimo glanced at Jiang Li, nodded slightly, and said nothing.

Jiang Li was somewhat interested. After he said that, Tang Yimo didn't have any competitive spirit at all.

"Don't you want to know who those practitioners I mentioned are stronger than you?"

Jiang Li Road.

Tang Yimo shook his head: "So what if I know? The purpose of my cultivation is to protect my mother and sister. There is nothing to fight about. No matter how strong they are, as long as they don't harm my mother and sister, it has nothing to do with me."

Jiang Li looked at Tang Yimo with some surprise.

This person is quite interesting.

Inside the Purple Gold Palace.

Tang Xiansheng bowed and walked in small steps.

"Your humble servant Tang Xiansheng greets your majesty."

Yuwen Xiu sat upright on the dragon throne in a slightly dim light.

Tang Xiansheng did not look up, like a humble minister in the dust, tremblingly waiting for the king's judgment.

The sound of laughter came from the dragon throne.

Yuwen Xiu walked down from his high seat and helped Tang Xiansheng up.

"My dear Tang, you have come all the way to the capital. Thank you for your hard work."

Yu Wenxiu smiled.

"It is my humble servant's honor to meet your majesty."

Tang Xiansheng narrowed his eyes and clasped his hands.

The two talked a lot in the Purple Gold Palace, while the heavy rain outside continued.

finally.

The wooden door opened.

Tang Xiansheng stepped out.

"Lord Jiang, when Governor Tang first arrived in the Imperial Capital, he was attacked by an assassin. He is terrified now. Send someone to protect Governor Tang and search the entire Imperial Capital for the assassin! You must find the assassin and let Governor Tang rest in peace!"

Yuwen Xiu's words came from the Zijin Palace.

Jiang Li frowned slightly, but didn't say much.

He bowed and said, "Yes."

Tang Xiansheng smiled warmly and left with the help of Tang Yimo.

Jiang Li took a deep look into the depths of the palace.

It seems that the emperor has really decided to join forces with Tang Xiansheng, or, from the very beginning, Yuwen Xiu's goal has been to join forces with Tang Xiansheng, even at the cost of... carrying out an assassination.

Jiang Li recognized the assassin who tried to stop him. He was none other than the old eunuch who had gained immortality in Longmen.

The other assassins are also members of the Black Dragon Guard.

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

No wonder it gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Tang Xiansheng... is a smiling tiger. Your Majesty, joining forces with him... is a disaster rather than a blessing."

Jiang Li shook his head.

The situation, which had originally stabilized, showed signs of becoming turbulent again due to Yuwen Xiu's actions.

The cooperation between Da Zhou and Nanjun was equivalent to sending a signal to the world.

It is natural that West County and North County cannot sit idly by and wait for death.

…

Xie Yunling, dressed in a Taoist robe, descended from Tiandang Mountain, bought a horse in Nanjiang City, and rode the horse to Zhongnan Mountain in Nanjun.

Mount Zhongnan is less steep than Mount Tiandang.

This was not the first time Xie Yunling came here. He seemed to be quite familiar with the place and kept climbing up on the bluestone.

After entering a rather luxurious pavilion, led by a sword boy, they passed through the old corridor, walked across the old wooden bridge, and climbed up the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain.

There is a small bridge and flowing water behind the mountain.

There is a wooden building sitting quietly in it.

However, before Xie Yunling approached the wooden house, a faint laugh with a hint of sharpness came from inside the house.

"What day is today? Why are so many old guys coming to see me?"

Accompanied by laughter.

Two figures walked out of the wooden house.

A man with a hunched back, metal armor on his arms and coarse linen clothes, looked somewhat unfathomable.

"My fellow Jiji family members, Gongshu Yu, you old man, aren't you hanging out with Mo Beike? Why did you come to Zhongnan Mountain?"

When Xie Yunling saw this figure, his eyes fixed and he couldn't help but speak.

The hunched-over short figure spoke, his voice so hoarse that it sounded like gauze rubbing against stone.

"Xiang Shaoyun led the West County army to break through the Mechanical City. My Mechanical family suffered heavy losses... The Mohist family suffered even more."

"Xiang Shaoyun has found his destiny as an immortal... He is no longer the tyrant who only knew brute force. It is normal that the Mechanical City cannot be defended. The Mechanical City is a powerful weapon against warriors, but it is powerless against cultivators."

Xie Yunling said.

"snort……"

Gongshu Yu snorted unwillingly.

"Hahaha, stop arguing. It's a rare opportunity for us old guys to get together. Why do we have to keep arguing?"

A gentle voice came.

The white-haired old man in brocade clothes looked at Xie Yunling and Gongshu Yu with a smile.

This person is exactly the purpose of Xie Yunling's trip.

Among the disciples of Zhongnan Sword Sect, the Sword Saint is Huadongliu.

The Taoist sect, the sword sect, the mechanical sect...the disciples of the three major forces of the Hundred Schools of Thought actually met in a small wooden house in the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain.

If this scene were known to the world, it would probably cause quite a stir.

"Lao Hua, the Dao Sect and the Sword Sect have always been in harmony, and you and I are both in Nanjun. You should also be aware of what my Dao Sect has experienced, right?"

Xie Yunling glanced at the white-haired old man and said.

"Of course I know. I was just discussing this with Gongshu..."

"A dignified Taoist sect can't actually stop a disciple who was abandoned five years ago." Hua Dongliu laughed.

Xie Yunling didn't care.

"I'm just not as skilled as others. What's so funny about losing? Talented people emerge in every generation... It's normal."

"I came to you today to remind you that Bai Yujing's ambitions are not small..."

Xie Yunling said.

"Bai Yujing wants to conquer our Dao Sect. After Dao Sect... it's the Sword Sect. The Tianji Family has been conquered by him and renamed the Tianji Pavilion. He wants to become a force that is superior to all other schools of thought."

"My Dao Sect couldn't stop Bai Yujing, do you think the Sword Sect could? If I remember correctly, several of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect died in Beiluo City."

Gongshu Yu glanced at Hua Dongliu.

"Old Xie, tell me straight, what exactly do you want to talk to me about?"

Huadongliu said lightly.

Xie Yunling smiled, raised his hand, and a wisp of spiritual energy lingered in the palm of his hand.

"I want to go to Beiluo City to meet the legendary Lu Ping'an..."

"You two, would you like to go together and meet this peerless young master Lu?"

"If we old bones don't move, we will really become a pile of yellow earth, life will come to an end, and the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought will become a thing of the past. Are you willing?"

Xie Yunling's eyes were somewhat complicated.

Huadongliu was silent.

He didn't expect that Xie Yunling came to him just to break into Beiluo.

Three beings of the level of the Master went to Beiluo together...

This will probably shock the whole world.

"Count me in."

suddenly.

The short Gongshu Yu, wrapped in iron armor, spoke.

Hua Dongliu was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but smile.

"In that case, I, the Sword Saint Hua Dongliu, will go to Beiluo... It's a good opportunity to see the strength of Lu Ping'an, the world's number one cultivator."

Hua Dongliu's words fell.

With one hand behind his back, his gorgeous clothes fluttered.

He raised his hand and swung it violently.

With a clanging sound, a stream of light suddenly burst out from the wooden house.

The long sword was stuck in the ground in front of Huadongliu, shaking gently.

The shiny sword blade reflected the figures of Hua Dongliu and three other disciples.

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