Chapter 148 You have successfully attracted the attention of the young master [Second update]

Tang Yimo left Beiluo City and returned to Dijing.

He was a little distraught. This trip to Beiluo City made him truly understand what a cultivator meant.

Originally, he was quite proud of his "Eight Meridians Escape Magic Art" and even felt that he could be aloof from the world and look down on everyone in the world.

Now it seems that he is still far from it.

Reality dealt him a heavy blow.

Not to mention comparing with Lu Ping'an, the lord of Baiyujing, he is far inferior to Lu Ping'an as a coachman.

One look from the driver almost took his breath away.

Tang Yimo felt that in order to be as good as the coachman, he might have to open the second meridian.

Returning to the mansion where Yuwen Xiu specially entertained Tang Xiansheng.

Tang Xiansheng looked at Tang Yimo who walked in with a smile on his face.

"Yi Mo."

Tang Xiansheng spoke kindly.

He was going to ask Tang Yimo about what he had gained from this trip.

However, Tang Yimo just waved his hand expressionlessly, showing no desire to chat with him too much.

Looking at the figure disappearing into the night, Tang Xiansheng put his hands behind his back and let out a sigh.

"Is Beiluo Lu Ping'an really that strong?"

"It's incredible that Yi Mo is so frustrated."

Tang Xiansheng is such a shrewd man that Tang Yimo could tell at a glance that he had suffered a huge blow.

Tang Xiansheng has seen this kind of situation many times. After all, he was not an outstanding person when he was young and often suffered setbacks, so he can empathize with this.

He walked to Tang Yimo's tightly closed carved wooden door. The light behind the door had been turned off.

Tang Xiansheng smiled and slowly said some comforting words.

Then he returned to his room.

The lights are dim.

Tang Xiansheng held a scroll of bamboo slips, looking at it quietly, as if waiting for something.

There was a rustling sound on the beams.

A dark shadow fell from the house.

"My lord, the eldest son has completed a secret meeting with the young priest of the Nanman Chili tribe. The Chili tribe has divided its troops and incorporated them into the Nanjun army."

The black shadow knelt on one knee and said.

"The Chili tribe is the strongest tribe in the Nanman area, and has unified hundreds of tribes in the Nanman area. Their warriors are very powerful because they often fight with wild beasts. It would be difficult to manage such an army hiding in Nanjun."

Tang Xiansheng said as he looked at the bamboo slips.

"At the beginning, it was a mess and we were almost exposed. However, the eldest son found the young priest of the Chili tribe and managed the barbarian army and our Nanjun army separately. Now it is relatively harmonious."

Tang Xiansheng nodded with satisfaction, "This can also be regarded as an experience for Yun'er. It seems that she has performed well."

"My lord... those who are not of our race must have different hearts. If we cooperate with the southern barbarians, it would be like seeking the skin of a tiger..."

The black shadow hesitated and said.

Tang Xiansheng paused and then put down the bamboo slips in his hand.

"How could I not know this truth? The barbarians are a group of savages who have not yet gotten rid of their wildness and refuse to be educated. However... if they use it well, it will be like a sharp knife. If they really refuse to be disciplined, then... they will be killed."

Tang Xiansheng said.

"In fact, I admire Bai Fengtian very much. He is very courageous and killed 300,000 soldiers with just one order."

"However, compared to the Western Rong soldiers, the Southern Barbarians are more orderly because of the unification of the Chili people. This also gives me an opportunity, because the more orderly, the more ambitious they are."

"The more we can speak in terms of interests."

Tang Xiansheng held the bamboo slips and tapped them gently.

"By the way, the young priest of the Chili tribe should have discussed the issue of Longmen with Yun'er. What choice did Yun'er make?"

Tang Xiansheng asked calmly.

"The eldest son refused, and the young priest of the Chili tribe was extremely angry when he left."

The dark shadow said.

Tang Xiansheng smiled with satisfaction. After a long while, he slowly said, "A barbarian soldier is like a knife. When the blade is blunt, it will break."

"We have the Dragon Gate in Nanjun. The Southern Army trained in the Dragon Gate is our trump card against the Chili tribe's barbarians."

Upon hearing this, the black shadow bowed.

"Go ahead, pass the message down, and have Yun'er send 100,000 troops north in two batches."

"Drive out the wolf and devour the tiger. We must end this dispute quickly while the world's cultivation structure has not yet been fully formed."

Tang Xiansheng, with gray hair on his temples, spoke seriously.

“Yes.”

The black shadow bowed, then disappeared into the house in a flash.

The room became quiet again, and the candlelight swayed from side to side, and the flame became straight.

The only sound left was Tang Xiansheng's slightly heavy breathing.

"Practitioners... maybe, we need to go to Beiluo City."

"I must meet this young master of Beiluo Lu eventually."

…

The two disciples left Beiluo City safely.

This caused an uproar in the world. Many people thought that since the disciples had failed in their challenge to Lu Ping'an, they might be imprisoned by Lu Ping'an on the island in the middle of Beiluo Lake, or like the Tianji family, they might choose to submit to Baiyujing and become a force incorporated into Baiyujing.

However……

This is not the case.

The disciples of the Dao Sect and the Sword Sect rode away safely on horseback in the misty drizzle.

However, with the departure of Hua Dongliu and Xie Yunling, an even more explosive piece of news spread throughout the world.

Xie Yunling returned to the gate of Dao Zong Mountain, and Dao Zong was renamed Dao Ge.

Sword Saint Hua Dongliu returned to the Sword Sect, and the Sword Sect was renamed Jiange.

For a moment, all forces in the world were shocked.

The Dao Sect and the Sword Sect are said to be among the various schools of thought, but in fact they are considered to be the leading forces in the world of martial arts.

The name change of these two forces undoubtedly sends a terrifying signal.

Because after the Tianji family joined Baiyujing, it was renamed Tianji Pavilion.

And now, Daoge and Jiange undoubtedly make people think a lot.

"The Dao Sect and the Sword Sect... have all been incorporated into Bai Yujing!"

This news left all the martial artists dumbfounded.

Afterwards, it seemed as if a huge storm was brewing, completely sweeping across the Zhou Dynasty.

The hazy drizzle for several consecutive days made the air have a lazy and damp smell.

On the city wall of Beiluo City.

A soldier standing guard in armor yawned, his eyes slightly hazy.

suddenly.

The armored soldier's eyes suddenly widened.

He clenched the spear in his hand.

However, under the city wall, on the misty plain, black dots appeared one after another.

Those were pedestrians, if not for the fact that these people were not covered with armor.

The soldier almost thought it was an enemy attack.

However, even so, the soldier was a little nervous. He ran quickly to the top of the city wall and hit the ancient bronze bell with a wooden stake.

Luo Yue came with armor on his back and a sword in his hand, and was followed by elite soldiers lined up beside him.

These elite soldiers have very strong auras, with endless energy in their eyes, their blood is roaring, and they give off a depressing aura.

Lu Changkong went to the island in the middle of the lake and practiced on the island.

Now he is responsible for defending the city.

While training the Dragon Blood Army, he was also responsible for maintaining order in the city.

"Commander Luo, there are a large number of troops gathering under the city, at least thousands of them!"

The soldier on guard saw Luo Yue, knelt on one knee and said.

"It shouldn't be... Young Master became famous in one battle. Who has the guts to attack Beiluo at this time?"

Luo Yue frowned.

He couldn't figure out which force was attacking Beiluo.

North County?

No chance.

Xijun is even more impossible, as the Overlord is well aware of Lu Fan’s power.

Luo Yue didn't think too much. He went up to the city wall and came to the parapet. He looked at the dense crowds of figures rushing from the end of the plain under the towering city wall of Beiluo, with a slightly strange expression on his face.

"These people... seem to be the forces in the martial arts world, as well as some martial arts families."

"They don't look like they are here to attack Beiluo City."

"It seems more like..."

"pilgrimage?"

Luo Yue said strangely.

The expressions of the soldiers around him also changed slightly.

Soon, these figures carrying luggage arrived at the foot of Beiluo City.

These martial artists, carrying swords, spears, axes and halberds, look quite fierce. Most of them are second-rate or third-rate martial artists. There are also some first-rate martial artists and masters, but their number is relatively small.

Luo Yue ordered the city gates to be closed.

These martial artists gathered at the foot of the city and demanded that the city gates be opened.

"I am a warrior from the Liu clan of Dongyang County, and I came here to seek the chance to become an immortal! I wish to join Baiyujing and become a follower of Young Master Lu!"

A warrior knelt down at the foot of the city wall and roared.

This is just the beginning.

One warrior after another introduced their homeland. Some were from West County, some from North County, and some from South County.

It almost covers all the thirteen counties of the Great Zhou.

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Luo Yue was speechless and found it difficult to make a decision. After all, these people were not enemies who came to attack the city, so he couldn't just give the order to kill them all.

So he ordered his men to continue closing the city gates, while he rode as fast as he could to the island in the middle of the lake.

We arrived at the island on a wooden boat.

Compared to the hustle and bustle outside the island, the island in the middle of the lake appears much more elegant and quiet.

The peach blossoms are blooming quietly and the chrysanthemums are swaying.

The breeze blew across the lake, creating ripples.

The second floor of Baiyujing Pavilion.

Lu Fan was playing chess leisurely, setting up the Wind and Rain game, constantly condensing the strength of his soul, and familiarizing himself with the control of his own power.

As for the sense of urgency brought about by the world-level upgrade assessment, Lu Fan did not feel it at all, as if he had forgotten about it.

Of course, Lu Fan was not unprepared.

After Nie Zhangqing's return, Lu Fan asked him and Ning Zhao to enter an intense training plan and work hard to improve their strength.

By the way, let Ni Yu practice making a few more pots of Qi Gathering Pills. As a result, Ni Yu was exhausted these days.

Originally, Ni Yu had it easy. He could refine a pot of Qi Gathering Pills in a few days, which was easy and stress-free.

But now, Lu Fan asked her to refine a pot of Qi Gathering Pills every day.

Ni Yu was almost drained dry.

However, Ni Yu dared not say anything or ask anything.

Who told her to laugh so happily that day? The happier she laughed then, the more miserable she must be now.

However, the high-intensity alchemy in the past few days has greatly improved Ni Yu's alchemy skills. His cultivation has also improved, and he can even refine Qi Gathering Pills with dan patterns.

Luo Yue landed on the island, and the leisurely and slow pace of the island made him a little uncomfortable.

"Uncle Luo."

Nie Shuang says hello.

He had a very happy time these days because he finally met his biological mother.

His father did not let him down and really brought his mother back. Although his mother was not in good condition, the moment she saw Nie Shuang, a blood connection made Nie Shuang's eyes red.

With his mother's company, Nie Shuang has been more energetic in practicing boxing these days.

Luo Yue smiled at Nie Shuang. He was very optimistic about Nie Shuang. This little guy was full of energy and would definitely achieve extraordinary things in the future.

Under a chrysanthemum.

Lu Changkong sat cross-legged and practiced, as wisps of spiritual energy gathered into his Qi Dan.

As if sensing Luo Yue's presence, Lu Changkong slowly opened his eyes.

"Sir, warriors from all counties of the Great Zhou have gathered at the foot of Beiluo City. They said... they want to go to Baiyujing to learn the cultivation method."

Luo Yue bowed and informed him of the situation outside.

"Hmm? Join Baiyujing?"

Lu Changkong's expression was a little strange.

How can these people be so bold?

Why do they think they can be admitted to Baiyujing?

Lu Changkong raised his head and looked towards the second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion, where Lu Fan, with his hair flying, was leaning against the railing and concentrating on playing chess.

"Go ask Fan'er."

Lu Changkong said.

Luo Yue's face froze. He always felt guilty when facing Lu Fan.

Perhaps it was because Lu Fan gave people a feeling of being too detached from the world.

However, he still walked towards the Baiyujing Pavilion, bowed and said loudly: "Young Master..."

However, before Luo Yue could finish his words, Lu Fan interrupted him.

"knew."

"Baiyujing has no shortage of disciples."

Lu Fan's quiet voice floated in the air, accompanied by the sound of chess pieces falling on the chessboard.

Luo Yue understood immediately after hearing this.

After bowing, he retreated from the island in the middle of the lake and rode his horse back to the city wall.

At this moment, the area under the city wall was already filled with martial artists.

There was a lot of noise below, and some martial artists who had grudges with each other even fought each other. The sound of blood and energy roaring was endless.

Luo Yue frowned slightly.

"Everyone..."

Luo Yue opened his mouth, and his voice echoed from the city tower and lingered under the city wall.

Many martial artists raised their heads and looked at Luo Yue.

"Young Master Lu said that Baiyujing does not accept disciples."

Luo Yue said.

After the words rang out, there was silence for a while under the city wall, and then there was a complete uproar.

"Bai Yujing is the number one cultivation power in the world, surpassing all other schools of thought. How can it not accept disciples?"

"I have traveled thousands of miles to Beiluo, just to be admitted to Baiyujing. I am sincere about this!"

"Open the city gate! We don't believe you. We want to see Young Master Lu in person!"

…

Many martial artists shouted unwillingly.

They traveled through mountains and rivers to Beiluo just to become practitioners.

In their view, how could a cultivation power like Baiyujing have a small number of disciples? For example, the Mohist School had hundreds or even thousands of disciples, scattered all over the Great Zhou.

Like Confucianism, all Confucian scholars in the world are disciples of Confucianism...

As an existence beyond all other schools, how could Baiyujing lack disciples? Luo Yue frowned slightly.

Looking at the martial artists below who were gradually becoming noisy, a chill appeared on his face.

He carried a knife on his waist and took a step forward.

Luo Yue glanced coldly at the many martial artists below him.

"Young Master said he will not accept any disciples, so that means he will not accept any. You guys should stop making any noise, otherwise... I will kill you without mercy."

Luo Yue suddenly drew out the knife from his waist, and a powerful pressure emanated from his body.

That was the pressure condensed from taking the Dragon Blood Pill, which was stronger than that of a master warrior.

The gangsters below were silent for a few seconds, and then they became noisy again because they reacted.

They came here to make a pilgrimage, to worship at Baiyujing...

Why should they be driven away without even entering the city gate?

The noise became more and more intense.

Many ruffians in the martial arts world were cursing and shouting, tearing the silence of the early morning in Beiluo City apart.

On the island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan, who was setting up the game, frowned slightly.

He didn't like the noise.

What he doesn't like even more is that these people are using justice to bind Bai Yujing and tie him up.

There are always some self-righteous people in the world.

Lack of proper respect for the spiritual forces.

Lu Fan held the black piece and gently placed it on the chessboard. A gust of wind blew, lifting his white shirt and drooping hair.

My heart was moved.

The spiritual consciousness flies out and crosses the long distance.

It flooded into the mind of Luo Yue, who was standing on the city wall with a livid and cold face.

After Luo Yue was shocked, his expression suddenly became strange, and he looked at the noisy people in the martial arts world below with pity in his eyes.

Now that's better.

You have successfully attracted the young master's attention.

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