Chapter 140 The Clash of Two Eras [First update, please give me a monthly ticket! ]

Tang Xiansheng left Nanjun and went to the capital.

The entire Nanjun is now controlled by Tang Xiansheng’s eldest son, Tang Baiyun, the future heir of the Tang family.

Without Tang Xiansheng's suppression, Tang Baiyun finally felt the taste of control.

However, Tang Baiyun was not too obsessed with this feeling. Instead, he spent all his time and energy on the excavation of the Longmen Secret Realm and the training of the Nanfu Army. He even had the ambition to train the Nanfu Army into a private army loyal to him.

You can gain spiritual energy by smashing the terracotta warriors, but this is only a corner of the Longmen Secret Realm. If you cross the iron chain bridge and reach the floating island, will there be greater opportunities?

However, he ordered his men to break into the floating island once.

As soon as the two masters stepped onto the iron chain bridge, their heads flew into the air in the blink of an eye and their bodies fell down the cliff.

Tang Baiyun didn't even see clearly how these two masters died, and thus, he was frightened.

He also understood that it was impossible for the Southern Army to cross the iron chain bridge with their current strength. Even if the entire army attacked, they would end up being annihilated and killed.

Perhaps, there will be some opportunities only when Tang Yimo comes back.

It's late at night.

Tang Baiyun was sitting on the armchair, his eyes fixed on the ground, slightly distracted.

"Tang Yimo..."

Suddenly, Tang Baiyun clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and spoke with a hint of jealousy and resentment between his teeth.

Tang Yimo's cultivation level made him extremely jealous.

Tang Baiyun is now considered a cultivator... However, he lacks a cultivation method, so he is not a complete cultivator.

But Tang Yimo is different. Tang Yimo has an orthodox method of practice, which can even greatly increase his combat effectiveness.

"Report..."

Just when Tang Baiyun was thinking about how to get the cultivation method from Tang Yimo.

Outside the door, a soldier in armor came running towards them.

"My Lord, someone wants to see you."

The soldier spoke quickly.

"The man said that if we present this item to the eldest master, he will be allowed to go."

As the soldier spoke, he handed Tang Baiyun a strange wooden, roughly carved statue.

Tang Baiyun narrowed his eyes.

I took the statue. It was crudely made, but it had a sense of ruggedness and primitiveness.

"Let him in."

Tang Baiyun said.

The soldier bowed and left the room.

After a while.

There were footsteps, and a figure completely wrapped in a black robe walked into the room and came in front of Tang Baiyun.

There was a faint, strange laughter lingering in the room.

…

Sword Saint Hua Dongliu, with his sword flowing eastward, although he is one of the disciples of the sword sect, his strength is not divided according to the sword sect. He carries a sword box on his back, and there are several swords hidden in the box.

He only has one sword, an old sword that has accompanied him in the martial arts world for decades.

Although the sword is old, it is still sharp.

After Gongshu Yu, Xie Yunling and Hua Dongliu had made their decision, they descended Mount Zhongnan together.

The three of them found three carriages and slowly headed towards Beijun. They were not in a hurry to enter Beiluo immediately, but instead went to Beijun first.

When the Sword Saint Hua Dongliu left Zhongnan Mountain, the entire Zhongnan Sword Sect also took action.

Many disciples of sword sects descended from Mount Zhongnan and headed north.

Tiandang Mountain, Taoist Sect.

A young man in blue shirt was returning slowly on horseback.

Li Sansi looked at the mist-shrouded Tiandang Mountain with mixed feelings. He climbed up the ancient stairs, leading the green ox, and walked up step by step.

The broken mountain gate still has knife marks.

Li Sansi stared intently, then reached out his hand to touch the broken mountain gate and the knife marks on it.

A faint image flashed before his eyes, as if there was a person, walking towards him from the foot of the mountain with firm steps, and with a knife he split open the mountain gate that blocked his way.

"Old Ten?"

Li Sansi had mixed emotions.

It has finally come to this, but it is not surprising.

A grudge must be settled eventually.

When they stepped onto the large platform at the mountain gate, many Taoists who were cleaning up saw Li Sansi. After a slight pause, many of them became excited.

"Senior Brother Sansi is back!"

"Dao Zong No.1 is back!"

"Finally I'm back. If I had returned earlier, it would have been great so that someone could have stopped Nie Zhangqing."

Dao Zong's disciples were excited, but also lonely.

They once had the arrogance and confidence of the various schools of thought.

However, that day, one man and one sword shattered their arrogance and self-confidence into pieces.

Li Sansi was slightly stunned. He didn't expect the reaction to his return would be so big.

He nodded with a smile and let the Taoist boy take his green ox away, while he went up to the Zhaixing Peak and walked towards the bamboo building.

"My Dao Sect... also has a Dragon Gate?"

Li Sansi looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Longmen, feeling mixed emotions for a moment.

However, thick fog gathered above Longmen, and soon it turned into the figure of Li Sansui.

Li Sansui was dressed as a Taoist nun. She raised her hand and the cloud pressed down suddenly, transforming into a cloud dragon, which was oppressive and terrifying.

"You finally came back."

Li Sansui looked at Li Sansi and said.

Yunlong swooped down suddenly with unstoppable ferocity.

Li Sansi put his hands behind his back, smiled, and gently raised the wooden sword.

The cloud dragon roared, but Li Sansi simply pointed his wooden sword at the tip of the cloud dragon's nose, and the huge cloud dragon that covered the entire Zhaixing Peak shattered into pieces.

A strong wind blew, causing Li Sansui's Taoist robe to flutter.

"Not bad, the ninth stage of Qi Dan realm..."

Li Sansi chuckled.

Li San Sui, who was sitting in front of the dragon gate, had his pupils constricted, as if he was feeling something incredible.

"You've become stronger!"

Li Sansui said.

Li Sansi's eyes became deep. He leaned on the wooden sword and looked at the starry sky and Longmen.

“Qi Dan realm… but I am no longer in that state.”

"Where is your majesty?"

Ignoring the shocked Li Sansui, Li Sansi continued to ask.

Li Sansui floated down from the dragon gate and looked at Li Sansi with mixed emotions. Li Sansi seemed to have grown up, becoming more mature and profound.

What happened to him? Li San Sui did not ask, but replied: "Your Majesty...can't think it through."

Huh? Li Sansi paused. How can I talk like that? !

"Brother Nie came and smashed the mountain gate with one sword, defeated the Lord with one sword, and rescued Sister Ru."

"So, His Majesty couldn't bear it anymore, and he has gone to Beiluo."

Li Sansui's words were not concealed at all, and Li Sansi's expression looked a little strange when he heard it.

"This is really too much for you. The Tenth Old Man has dealt a heavy blow to Your Majesty."

Li Sansi said, facing the wind on the top of the mountain.

"Your Majesty said that if he doesn't come back, I will be the next disciple of Dao Sect." Li Sansui's Taoist robe fluttered as he looked at the sky full of stars that seemed like they could be plucked with his hands, and said calmly.

"oh."

Li Sansi nodded.

Li Sansui uttered a light "hmm", and the top of the mountain returned to silence again.

There was no rift between the brother and sister because of the so-called position among the sons.

In fact, for Li Sansui and Li Sansi, both of them were quite resistant to this position deep down in their hearts.

Otherwise, Li Sansi would not have left Dao Zong for so many years, wandering around the border, and wandering between life and death.

"Three years old, you are going to be the woman who sits on the throne of Dao Zong's sons in the future. Take care of yourself and stop crying for other men."

Li Sansi smiled, and there seemed to be a sense of relief in his smile.

Li Sansui had a dark face and looked at Li Sansi coldly.

Boom! On the Zhaixing Peak, the clouds in the sky suddenly stirred.

They transformed into cloud dragons and stared at Li Sansi coldly.

Li Sansi smiled faintly and raised the wooden sword gently, "It's useless. I am a body treasure and can defeat any Qi Dan..."

"If you dare to fight back, I will go to my parents' graves and cry."

Li Sansui said indifferently.

Li Sansi's movements suddenly stopped.

Then, clouds and dragons from the sky rushed down.

It's late at night.

The disciples of Dao Sect were all surprised to see that Li Sansi, the number one in Dao Sect, limped down the Zhaixing Peak, lay on the Green Ox, and then went down the Tiandang Mountain.

The green ox raised its hooves and headed straight for Beiluo.

…

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

The rainstorm that had lasted for a long time finally dissipated, revealing the clear blue sky, twinkling stars and frosty moonlight.

The second floor of Baiyujing Pavilion.

The entire building was shrouded in an extremely terrifying pressure.

Lu Fan held the chess piece, frowned, and stared at the spiritual pressure chessboard.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a strong storm. When he made a move, there was a strong wind, and when he moved his pieces, there was a roar of heavy rain.

It seemed as if a storm was gathering around Lu Fan's body.

A rainstorm.

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Make the air on the island in the middle of the lake fresher and cleaner.

Ni Yu ran out of the pavilion with the black pot on her head and stepping on the water. Bai Qingniao followed her happily with a chick in her arms.

Ni Yu's eyes swept over the chicks from time to time and he licked his lips.

Mingyue held the pipa, wiped a step stone, sat on it, and was about to play the pipa.

She is very stubborn and doesn't believe in evil.

The sound of the pipa blends with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. She can definitely do it! Ning Zhao and Yi Yue stood leisurely, looking at the peach blossoms on the island that were about to bloom.

Suddenly.

Ning Zhao's gem-like eyes lit up.

But I saw that the flower buds showed signs of breaking open and blooming.

"This is a spiritual object sown by the young master, just like the morning glory. Once the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the spiritual energy contained in each peach blossom will burst out together, and it will definitely form a considerable spiritual energy storm, so... you must seize the opportunity."

Ning Zhao looked at Yi Yue and said.

Yi Yue's eyes lit up and she nodded continuously.

The terrifying power coming from the chess game on the second floor of the pavilion made Yi Yue and Ning Zhao tremble slightly.

"Young Master is becoming more and more unpredictable. Now even playing chess has become so scary."

Yi Yue said.

Suddenly.

Outside the island in the middle of the lake shrouded in thick fog, a white dove flapped its wings and came over.

It broke through the thick fog and fell on the head of Lu Mudui who was drinking tea.

Lu Mudui caught the white pigeon and took off the message tied to its feet.

Crash.

The tea is poured into the cup, and the green tea exudes a rich aroma.

"What's the matter? What news surprised you so much?"

Lu Dongxuan smiled.

"Xie Yunling from the Dao Sect and Hua Dongliu from the Sword Sect have both come out of the mountains and headed north with Gong Shuyu from the Machinery Sect. Their target... is you, Master."

Lu Mu said to Yan Su.

Lu Dongxuan's action of drinking tea paused slightly.

Then, he smiled and shook his head, the big gold chain around his neck shining brightly.

"These old guys still refuse to admit their age... But it's also true that they are about to be abandoned by the times. If they don't step on this world and leave a mark, I'm afraid they will all die with regrets."

"In fact, these old guys are not stupid. They know how to judge the situation..."

"They are just dissatisfied."

Lu Mudui took a sip of the strong tea.

"The Huadong School of Sword Sect is known as the best swordsman in the world. He is a great master who has been famous for a long time. He is also one of the disciples of the Sword Sect. Together with Xie Yunling and Gongshu Yu, can they fight against you, young master?"

Lu Mu asked curiously.

"war?"

"What are we fighting for?"

"Ten Huadongliu masters are no match for one move from you. They are totally not on the same level. How can we fight them?"

Lu Dongxuan smiled and shook his head.

"In fact, these old guys didn't intend to fight. Maybe... they just wanted to leave no regrets."

Lu Mu seemed to be thinking about something.

No regrets? Knowing that he would lose and die, he still went to Beiluo without hesitation.

"for what?"

Lu Mu poured tea.

Lu Dongxuan looked at the green tea pouring continuously, raised his hand and touched the big gold chain around his neck.

"Perhaps, it is to allow an era... to end in the most regret-free way."

…

One day later.

Beijun, military camp.

Three carriages drove in together.

Mo Beike received the news and walked out of the tent.

Tan Tai Xuan and Mo Ju also walked out.

Many military commanders of Beijun looked at the three old men walking out of the carriage with curiosity.

They were old and hunched, some even half of their bodies were buried in the ground, but... all three were full of spirit.

One has an immortal air, one is as sharp as a sword piercing the sky, and the third one is short but gives people a mysterious feeling.

Three philosophers of the Hundred Schools of Thought! "Mo Beike, we are short of one person. Can we go to Beiluo?"

Xie Yunling said.

Mo Beike smiled, with wrinkles on his face.

"Although I really want to accompany you to Beiluo, but..."

"I'm afraid that Lu Ping'an will kill me as soon as I enter the city."

Mo Beike laughed.

He slowly told the story of how he asked Wei Luan, one of the Yin-Yang School's disciples, to impersonate him.

"Based on my understanding of Lu Ping'an's temper, I deceived him that day. I'm afraid he will die miserably once he enters Beiluo this time, so... I'm sorry."

"I won't go to Beiluo anymore."

Hua Dongliu looked at Mo Beike indifferently.

Xie Yunling was full of emotion. Wei Luan... turned out to be dead. Gongshu Yu had mixed emotions.

The crowd did not give any advice.

The three carriages slowly turned around and drove out of the Beijun military camp.

Raising a cloud of dust, it disappeared at the end of the horizon and headed straight towards Beiluo.

Tan Tai Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, watching the departing carriage.

I couldn't help but sigh: "An era will eventually come to an end. It is said that all the scholars of the Hundred Schools are talented and have outstanding personalities. Seeing them today, they are indeed extraordinary."

"The collision between the Hundred Schools of Thought and the Baiyujing era... is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, but... if we miss each other like this, I... will be unwilling to do so."

Mo Beike looked at the dusty carriage and suddenly said slowly.

"Governor, I still have to go to Beiluo eventually." Mo Beike looked at Tan Tai Xuan and bowed.

"You are too polite, sir. If you want to go, go ahead. If you miss this opportunity, perhaps... it will be a lifelong regret."

Tan Tai Xuan smiled and waved.

Mo Beike bowed again.

soon.

In the Beijun camp.

Another carriage tore through the dust on the plain and headed straight for Beiluo.

…

Imperial capital, library.

Looking at the banana leaves outside the window that were stubbornly standing up after being hit by the rain.

The teacher sitting in the rocking chair suddenly smiled.

"Tianyu, prepare the car."

Mo Tianyu, who was drinking gourd wine, was stunned.

"Master, where are you going?"

Mo Tianyu was puzzled.

"Go to Beiluo." The teacher stood up and dusted off his Confucian robe to make himself look more energetic.

Mo Tianyu's expression changed slightly, and the copper hexagram he was playing with fell to the ground.

"Master, why are you going to Beiluo for no reason?"

The Master smiled but said nothing, looking at the banana trees outside the window and the stars that were trying their best to shine.

There was a hint of nostalgia in his cloudy eyes.

(End of this chapter)