Chapter 141: The Masters on the Lake, the Young Master Plays Chess [Second update, monthly vote requested! ]

After a game of chess was over, Lu Fan leaned back on the Thousand Blade Chair and took a deep breath.

The second game of "Yi Tian Shi", the Wind and Rain Game, is more difficult than the Mountain and River Game. This is mainly because the meaning of tempering the strength of the soul contained in the game makes Lu Fan quite exhausted.

However, there is no doubt that the effect is good.

Although the next game of chess took half a day, Lu Fan's soul strength was condensed and strengthened a little. Combined with the skills, his spiritual energy was also generated a lot.

Lu Fan is currently at the third level of Qi Refining. If he wants to break through to the fourth level, he needs 9,000 strands of spiritual energy to reach the upper limit of 10,000 strands of spiritual energy and advance to the fourth level.

The difficulty is enormous, but Lu Fan is not without a chance.

He still has a mission to complete.

Make Baiyujing a transcendent force. Once completed, you can get a reward of 1,000 disposable attributes.

With these 1,000 points, there is no doubt that Lu Fan's strength can achieve a qualitative leap and breakthrough.

One can even step into the fourth level of Qi Refining in an instant.

He stretched lazily, controlled the Thousand Blade Chair to move slowly forward, out of the pavilion, and came to the terrace.

The wind after a heavy rain came with a moist feeling, blowing over my face and filled with leisure.

The vermilion carved wooden railings were soaked with rain, and crystal clear water droplets hung on them.

Lu Fan gently brushed his palm across the wooden railing, and all the water on it evaporated instantly.

under.

He also heard what Lu Mudui and Lu Dongxuan said.

"Three great men of the highest rank are coming to Beiluo?"

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

Taoist master Xie Yunling, sword master Huadong Liu, mechanical master Gongshu Yu, and the philosophers of the three major forces of the Hundred Schools of Thought once led an era.

His fingers tapped lightly on the wooden railing.

Lu Fan suddenly seemed to understand something.

He leaned back in his wheelchair, looking quite expectant.

"Before an era comes to an end, can you leave yourself with no regrets?"

"In that case, I will grant your wish."

Lu Fan's voice lingered on the second floor of the terrace.

Under the Baiyujing Tower.

Lu Mu, who was making tea, moved his throat. Lu Dongxuan's words had some impact on him.

Suddenly, Lu Mudui understood, it turned out that... Baiyujing had become so powerful without him noticing that it was about to bring the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought to an end.

Lu Mudui still remembered the scene when he was floating on the lake and Lu Fan was criticized by the Confucian scholars of Beiluo City.

In the blink of an eye, Young Master Lu, who was criticized by thousands of people, has become a synonym for unfathomable. The era of Baiyujing... will soon come.

"Mu Dui, spread the news and let everyone in the world know about it. It's time for the world to recognize these old guys again."

Lu Dongxuan sighed.

They were all once world-famous figures.

Nowadays, when people mention the various schools of thought, they may be amazed, but when it comes to names like Xie Yunling and Hua Dongliu, who can know them?

“Yes.”

Lu Mudui stood up, grabbed the bamboo stick and left.

He picked up a pen, wrote a message, and stuffed it into the leg of the pigeon. After it flew away, its white feathers fluttered, leaving behind them.

Imperial capital.

A teahouse in the alley.

The beautiful woman Qianqian received the white dove. She took the message off the dove's feet, took a look at it, and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

She folded the letter carefully and stepped onto the top floor of the pavilion.

Write down the message, send it out, and spread it to the world.

The location of the Tianji pigeon, one person told two, two told three...

Soon, this news reached all parts of the Great Zhou.

Whether in the martial arts world or in the government, there was a slight commotion, and many people seemed to have anticipated some unusual implications.

The three disciples went to Beiluo with a sense of decisiveness.

It feels a bit like the sunset, the last struggle against fate.

Many martial artists got the news, and some disciples of various schools of martial arts set out silently, rushing to Beiluo to witness this grand event.

…

Xijun, inside the big tent.

When Overlord received the news, a gleam of light flickered in his eyes.

"It's just like a moth to a flame."

Xiang Shaoyun sighed.

As soon as he rubbed his hands, the secret letter in his hands was turned into ashes.

"Even if Mo Beike and Kong Xiu are added, we still can't win..."

"The era of the Hundred Schools of Thought has come to an end."

Xiang Shaoyun shook his head, feeling deeply moved.

He stood up. Outside the tent, the moonlight was cold and clear. He walked slowly under the moonlight and came to the big rock beside the Dongyan River.

Looking at the rushing water of the Dongyan River, the white foam flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes.

Xiang Shaoyun looked at the river and clenched his fists.

He wants to become stronger.

If he does not become stronger, one day, he will end up as powerless as the other philosophers.

…

Imperial capital.

Inside the imperial city's wing rooms.

Tang Xiansheng looked at the secret letter in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tapped his fingers on the table.

"Young Master Lu of Beiluo... the world's number one cultivation force, Baiyujing."

Tang Xiansheng uttered word after word.

"It's really a force that people are afraid of."

He looked at Tang Yimo who was leaning against the door and said slowly: "Yimo."

Tang Yimo pushed the door open and walked in.

"I wanted to go to Baiyujing tomorrow, but once my father leaves the imperial capital, I'm afraid he will be assassinated in various ways."

"You are a cultivator, so go to Beiluo City tomorrow on behalf of your father to witness this world-shaking duel."

Tang Xiansheng smiled gently and said.

Tang Yimo frowned.

Although he was reluctant in his heart, Tang Yimo still did not refuse. He finally nodded and said, "Okay."

After that, there was no sound and it disappeared into the night.

Tang Xiansheng watched Tang Yimo's disappearing figure.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

…

The next day.

The sky is still a little gloomy.

It seemed as if a heavy rain was brewing in the clouds, and the oppressive feeling made people breathless.

From afar, dark clouds seemed to be pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it.

The plain outside Beiluo City.

Three carriages drove slowly towards us, raising clouds of dust, and the sound of horse hooves tore through the silence of the early morning.

The three drivers were a little nervous. There was an inexplicable oppressive atmosphere that made them feel breathless.

The carriage stopped on a plain five miles away from Beiluo City.

The curtain was opened, and three people cast their sights inside the carriage.

"Beiluo..."

Xie Yunling sighed.

Then, he walked out of the carriage, stepping on the sand and gravel.

Hua Dongliu, carrying a sword on his back, also walked out of the carriage, and Gongshu Yu stood beside them.

The three old men were very old, and their faces were full of the vicissitudes of life.

With ease, determination and expectation, they got off the bus five miles away from Beiluo City and walked towards Beiluo City on foot.

On top of the city wall of Beiluo.

Lu Changkong was dressed in armor, his eyes fixed on the three old men who were walking slowly under the city wall in the gloomy sky.

Luo Yue and Luo Cheng stood beside him with swords in their arms.

Luo Cheng had a look of astonishment on his face.

"Are these the disciples of the Dao Sect, the Sword Sect, and the Mechanical Sect?"

Lu Changkong nodded slightly.

"Why did they rush to Beiluo? The young master... is not someone they can contend with!"

Luo Yue couldn't help but frown.

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

"They are strong, but they are also human. The young master who has obtained the immortal fate has already become a non-human..."

Lu Changkong put his hands behind his back and shook his head: "They just don't want to let an era sink into obscurity. They are using their own way to tell the world that they once stood at the top."

Luo Cheng and Luo Yue fell silent.

They understood what Lu Changkong meant by the era.

The three philosophers represent the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought.

And Lu Fan represents the era of Baiyujing.

Ever since the Tianji family surrendered to Baiyujing, these various schools of thought have felt that sooner or later, Baiyujing would surpass them.

"Open the gates."

Lu Changkong said.

His eyes flickered, he was the descendant of the Nong family. Although the Nong family among the hundreds of schools of thought had long been in decline and could not compare to the Taoist sect, the Sword sect and other forces, but... after all, it was once a member of a brilliant collision.

Crunch, crunch…

A heavy and dull sound begins slowly.

Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu and Gongshu Yu looked up at the city wall and couldn't help but smile when they saw Lu Changkong.

Lu Changkong stood on the city wall and nodded slightly to the three people.

"Let's go..."

"What a pity, there are only three of us old guys now. It would be more fun if we could gather the others."

Xie Yunling said.

Mo Beike did not enter Beiluo, Kong Xiu secluded himself in the attic, and Wei Luan had already died.

Among the hundreds of schools... there are only a few who can really go to Beiluo with them.

Looking back now, I realized that the people I once walked with have disappeared in the long river of time.

Three figures stepped into Beiluo City under the gloomy clouds.

As the three figures disappeared.

The gate of Beiluo City slowly closed.

Boom! It closed, as if sealed away by the years.

Outside Beiluo City.

On the left and on the right, two horse-drawn carriages came slowly, raising dust, and stopped ten miles outside Beiluo City.

Mo Beike looked at the closed city gate, and his heavy bags under his eyes trembled slightly.

There was a slight tremor in the hands behind the back.

Mo Ju leaned against the carriage, wearing a feather fan and a blue scarf.

The other side.

Inside the carriage, the Imperial Master Kong Xiu was lying there, staring at the gloomy sky, wondering what he was thinking about.

Mo Tianyu picked up a wine gourd and poured the wine into his mouth.

In Beiluo City.

The long street was swept quite cleanly, with few pedestrians on both sides. Three old men entered Beiluo City, stepped on the bluestone, and walked towards Beiluo Lake step by step.

The teahouses, restaurants and other places on both sides of the long street are full of people.

Tang Yimo sat by the window in the restaurant, drinking wine and looking at the three old men walking below with flickering eyes.

He paid the bill, left the restaurant, and followed the old man from a distance.

Beiluo Lake is not far away.

Xie Yunling and the other two arrived soon.

Looking at the Beiluo Lake shrouded in thick fog, Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu and Gongshu Yu inexplicably felt a sense of pressure and relief.

"Are you scared?"

Xie Yunling turned his head, glanced at Hua Dongliu who was standing straight, and smiled.

“Afraid? When I was known as the Sword Saint, Lu Ping’an was not even born yet.”

The East China sneered.

"Keep your voice down. Haven't you heard of Lu Ping'an's temper?"

Gongshu Yu glanced at Hua Dongliu and a hoarse voice sounded.

Just as the three of them were arguing.

In the Beiluo Lake, a small boat was swaying towards them.

The lake water rippled and spread to both sides like a curtain being lifted.

An old man in white with a big gold chain around his neck was sitting cross-legged on a solitary boat with a silly smile on his face.

"It's that old thing Lu Dongxuan."

"This guy has a very sharp nose. I'm afraid he knew how powerful Bai Yujing was a long time ago, so he joined Bai Yujing."

Xie Yunling and Hua Dongliu couldn't help but speak.

Lu Dongxuan stood up from the boat.

With his hands behind his back, he nodded slightly towards the three people.

Xie Yunling laughed.

He took a step forward, his blood and energy roared, touching the surface of the lake, causing ripples, and he was actually walking on the lake.

Sword Saint Hua Dongliu glanced at Xie Yunling's actions and sneered with disdain.

He suddenly swung the sword in his hand, and using his lightness skills, he stepped on the sword and headed towards the lonely boat.

As for Gongshu Yu, he jumped into the lake. The shoes on his feet changed, pushing his body towards the boat in the lake.

The three of them each used their own methods to get on the boat.

The boat began to drift away into the lake.

The thick fog soon engulfed their figures.

Tang Yimo stood by the lake, the blood in his body sank and the spiritual energy in his Qi Dan seemed to be frozen.

It was as if there was a terrifying existence in the lake that made his heart palpitate.

"Beiluo... Young Master Lu!"

It was not the first time that Tang Yimo heard this name, but it was the first time that he felt the horror brought by this name.

The dark clouds that had accumulated for so long finally couldn't hold on.

Raindrops fell from the sky like curtains, and the connection between water and sky caused ripples on the entire lake surface.

On a lonely boat.

The four old men sat cross-legged in the boat without any shelter from the rain, and remained silent.

The further you float into the lake, the more you can feel the oppression between heaven and earth.

Finally, the lonely boat stopped moving forward.

The thick fog broke.

Through the rain covering the sky, they finally saw the island.

I saw the island in the middle of the lake that looked like a fairy island.

There is a pavilion on the island, and on the terrace of the pavilion, there is a young man in white sitting in a silver wheelchair, with one hand supporting his chin and the other holding the chess piece on the board.

The maid holds an umbrella while the young master plays chess.

Like a beautiful painting.

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