Chapter 151 Why am I always the one who gets hurt [Second update, please give me a monthly ticket]

Imperial capital.

The gloomy sky was covered with dark clouds, and a little drizzle like cow hair floated down from the clouds, adding a bit of moisture.

Tang Xiansheng got on the carriage with the help of his maid.

The coachman had been waiting for a long time after Tang Xiansheng got on the car.

He whipped the horse whip, causing the wheels to turn.

The carriage left the imperial city and drove quickly on the wet official road. The imperial guards patrolled the long street.

A general covered in armor stopped the carriage.

After a thorough inspection, they were allowed to pass.

Tang Xiansheng, who was in the carriage, was wearing a brocade robe and looked a little drowsy.

The carriage slowly left the imperial capital and headed quickly towards Beiluo City.

Shortly after Tang Xiansheng left Beijing.

Jiang Li drank hot tea and listened to the reports from his generals. His expression did not change much, nor did he look too surprised. It was obvious that he had expected this.

"Tang Xiansheng finally went to Beiluo."

Jiang Li put down the teacup in his hand.

"This old guy has set his sights on Beiluo City, but... Lu Ping'an is not someone that can be persuaded by his eloquent tongue."

Jiang Li said lightly, picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth.

Purple Gold Palace.

Royal Garden, in front of Longmen.

Yuwen Xiu, wearing a dragon robe and with his hands behind his back, stood in the rain. A drizzle was falling from the sky, but he ordered people to take away their umbrellas.

He stood by the pool, feeling the coolness of the drizzle, looking at the lingering black dragon that was growing stronger day by day, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes.

The more terracotta warriors are broken, the stronger the black dragon will be...

This was told to Yuwen Xiu by someone who discovered the clue. It turned out that this was the real secret of the dragon breeding ground.

Raising a dragon...it's actually such a nurturing process.

He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed pieces of raw meat from the bucket and threw them into the pool.

The black dragon moved instantly, stirring the pool of water. With a roar, the water in the pool seemed to explode, and a huge mouth full of fangs emerged, swallowing up the raw meat in an instant.

far away.

The old eunuch came over, swinging his whisk.

"Your Majesty, Tang Xiansheng left the Imperial Capital and headed for Beiluo City."

The old eunuch lowered his voice and said.

"You went to Beiluo? Are you planning to win over Lu Ping'an? Haha... this old guy really still has something in mind."

"Don't pay attention to him. If Lu Ping'an can be persuaded by him, he will not be Lu Ping'an anymore."

"It won't be long before he returns in disgrace."

Yu Wenxiu said lightly.

However, Yu Wenxiu, who was holding the raw meat, couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Baiyujing's current reputation can be said to be at its peak.

Four philosophers-level beings broke into Beiluo, but suffered a crushing defeat. People said that the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought had ended and the era of Baiyujing had begun, which was enough to show the fame of Baiyujing.

Although he knew that Lu Ping'an had no ambitions, but... Yu Wenxiu still felt a little alienated.

It was just like that day, when the moon was dark and the wind was strong, the black dragon was howling, and the old eunuch tremblingly said that Lu Fan appeared in the imperial capital...

It was so unpredictable and totally out of control.

Yuwen Xiu felt that even if he stayed deep in the palace, his life and death seemed to have no control over himself.

Yu Wenxiu clenched the raw meat in his hand.

After a long time, he let out a breath.

Throw the raw meat into the pool.

His eyes were fixed on Longmen. The secret realm of Longmen was his only hope, and it was the hope for the Great Zhou Dynasty to turn the tables under the watchful eyes of all parties.

Baiyujing is very strong, but the number of people in Baiyujing is small.

Lu Ping'an is a human, not an immortal! Yu Wenxiu believed that if he could train a thousand, ten thousand, or even a hundred thousand practitioners.

Eventually, you can try to shake Bai Yujing's position.

…

South County.

South River City.

The prosperous city of Nanjiang tells the story of the decadence and decadence of the Jiangnan water town.

In a restaurant, the aroma of delicious food wafts in the air, and the rich fragrance of wine intoxicates people.

Flower boats float on the rivers and the sounds of hawking continue in the streets.

A figure completely wrapped in a hooded black robe leaned against the window, listening to the diners' conversations and collecting information.

There were several cold dishes on the table.

"Beiluo, Baiyujing..."

"Is it the strongest force in this chaotic low-level martial arts world where many princes are fighting for supremacy?"

The figure in the black robe whispered sharply.

"What a coincidence! One era ends and another begins. To control this world, we must naturally control the most powerful force..."

The figure in the black robe laughed softly.

He stood up and slowly walked downstairs.

The waiter of the restaurant hurried over, but was lightly touched by the black-robed man's raised orchid finger and stood there in a daze.

After a long time, the waiter came to his senses and looked at the disappearing figure with a pale face.

Sir, you haven't paid yet! The man in black robes didn't walk fast, but his walking speed was extremely fast, as if he could shrink the ground into an inch with every step.

He disappeared outside Nanjiang City in an instant.

All the way north.

…

Ning Zhao, Nie Zhangqing, Li Sansi and Ba Wang were galloping at a very fast speed and soon rushed into the palace.

The palace door closed.

The roar echoed throughout the hall.

What was strange was that even though the hall was closed, it was still blindingly bright, completely different from the dark underground palace in Wolong Ridge that was lit by candlelight.

"Be careful."

Li Sansi spoke.

Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao glanced at him and continued to go deeper.

The Overlord walked at the end, carrying a halberd on his back.

His expression was complicated. In the past, when he charged, he was always the one walking in the front and taking the lead. But now... he was actually left behind.

The four of them walked along the palace corridor.

But I saw murals engraved on the walls of this palace.

The mural tells the story of a distant war, engraved with war and death.

"Have you noticed that it is somewhat related to the description in the Wolongling Secret Realm? They are all about the war in ancient times."

Li Sansi held a wooden sword in his hand, stared at the mural on the stone wall, and analyzed.

"The emperor and the rebels fought in the wild. Both sides invited practitioners to fight. Some of them used phoenixes to control the sky and fire, and some used magic to control heavy water..."

"In ancient times, there must have been a prosperous era for cultivators, but that era was destroyed. Now, spiritual energy has begun to revive, and cultivators are gradually appearing again."

"The being in this palace is most likely an ancient Ti Zang realm cultivator."

After reading the mural, Li Sansi took a deep breath.

Ning Zhao, Nie Zhangqing and others also nodded slightly.

There was no doubt that there was a Ti Zang realm within the palace, and the terrifying aura filled the air, making them all feel oppressed.

"Walk along the corridor until you reach the interior, and you should be able to meet the master of this palace."

"The Eight Dragon Gate Secret Realms are connected to this place. If you get rid of the master in the palace, you can get immortal fate and perhaps even the cultivation method of the Ti Zang Realm."

The Overlord spoke.

Everyone nodded, and the four of them continued to go deeper cautiously.

However.

It’s not the end yet.

The four of them stopped.

Because... there was a long and melodious sound coming from the dark end of the corridor.

It was an ensemble of ancient musical instruments.

It makes people's hair stand on end when listening to it. The appearance of the music seems to be to welcome the appearance of some ancient being.

“Here I come.”

Nie Zhangqing said.

Buzz...

The butcher knife in his hand suddenly trembled and floated up.

Ning Zhao grasped the cicada-wing sword in her hand. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her breath rose and fell, and the vortex of spiritual energy above her head showed her cultivation in the Ti Cang realm.

Li Sansi held the wooden sword across his chest and stared intently.

He came to this central palace to improve and consolidate his Ti Zang realm cultivation.

The Overlord raised his axe and huge shield, his eyes solemn.

The guy who beat him eleven times...

Is he finally showing up?!

"My name is Di Chao. I followed the Emperor to suppress the rebellion in the wild. When the rebels were defeated, the Emperor sought the Eight Dragon Gate to suppress the rebels and hid the souls of thousands of Qigong practitioners. I was ordered to guard it. The glory of the Emperor will last forever."

A cold voice sounded slowly.

Li Sansi and others couldn't help but frown.

These words sound familiar.

really……

Is this person related to the Qi Refiner at the peak of Qidan in Wolong Ridge?

Are the "Emperor" they are talking about the same person? !

They looked at each other and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

They felt as if they had suddenly touched upon a great secret from ancient times.

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

How glorious and shocking was that ancient war?

The Ti Zang realm is full of hundreds of deaths? The voice in the darkness gradually sank.

Finally, the sound of the ancient musical instrument that lingered in everyone's ears disappeared.

Reappearing...

It was a figure slowly walking out of the palace.

As he walked, he could hear the harsh sound of cold chains rubbing against the ground.

The light shines down.

Everyone finally saw clearly.

It was a burly figure that was as tall as the Overlord, and his cold armor, which was filled with the breath of time, still shone with a cold light.

However, like the Taoist in the secret realm of Wolong Ridge, this person's cheeks were equally thin and gaunt, and he could almost be described as having a green face and fangs.

The skin dries out and loses moisture.

The eyeballs are pitch black, like a devil.

This person's limbs were wrapped in cold chains.

Nie Zhangqing and the others only took one look and felt a suffocating feeling of oppression.

“So strong!”

The butcher knife in Nie Zhangqing's hand was shaking more and more violently.

"He is not a beginner in the Ti Zang realm. He must have already tempered one of the five internal organs. It is even possible that he has completely tempered all five internal organs to the Ti Zang realm!"

Nie Zhangqing immediately analyzed.

The pressure created by the burst of spiritual energy from the opponent is very strong.

As a Ti Zang, Nie Zhangqing felt that he was no match for his opponent. If they fought one-on-one, he would surely lose.

“No wonder the young master allowed us to come in a group…it turns out this being is so powerful!”

Ning Zhao raised the cicada-wing sword in his hand, his aura condensed and extremely solemn.

Boom! The figure carrying the chains took another step forward.

But he was entangled by chains and couldn't move.

A low, beast-like roar rang out from the man's throat, and the next moment, armor clanged.

A misty spiritual energy emerged and condensed into a black shadow in front of him.

Overlord's pupils shrank! This familiar black shadow... quickly enlarged in his eyes! The black shadow moved instantly, bypassing Li Sansi and others, and rushed straight towards Overlord.

Boom! Overlord only felt the shield in his hand go numb, and was hit by the black shadow and dented. His body was knocked out and hit the stone wall.

His face turned black...

Why is it always me who gets hurt?!

The Overlord roared in anger.

Ning Zhao swung the cicada-wing sword, which seemed to sprinkle starlight and blocked the black shadow.

Li Sansi raised the wooden sword lightly, a wisp of energy sank into the tip of the sword and pushed towards the black shadow.

Nie Zhangqing took the opportunity to swung out the butcher knife, and his spiritual energy condensed into a physical knife.

He chopped at the skinny general.

The general did not dodge. Five vortices of spiritual energy appeared on his body as he faced Nie Zhangqing's sword head-on.

The sword that had broken the attack at Dao Zong's mountain gate and slashed at the head of this ancient warrior only made a sound of metal clashing and left a faint white mark.

…

Outside Beiluo City.

A carriage came slowly, and after the driver showed the token, the carriage drove into the open city gate. The setting sun was as red as blood, stretching the shadow of the carriage very long.

Inside the carriage, Tang Xiansheng opened the carriage curtain and looked out the window at Beiluo City, where the atmosphere was completely different from that of the Imperial Capital.

This was his first time to come to Beiluo City, the city where the legendary Baiyujing was located.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

He felt a powerful smell. The power of Beiluo City seemed to be beyond his imagination.

As one of the six defensive cities of the Great Zhou Dynasty's imperial capital, Beiluo City's power had long been beyond the control of the Great Zhou.

Didn't stay for long.

The driver drove to Beiluo Lake.

Soon they arrived at the pier of Beiluo Lake.

However, the carriages and horses could no longer move forward because the front of the dock was filled with blood.

Tang Xiansheng lifted the curtain.

But in front of me, there were wailing sounds everywhere.

There were more sounds of people crying and kneeling down to beg for mercy.

On the shore of Beiluo Lake, the bluestone is stained with blood.

The red light of the setting sun penetrated the dark clouds and sprinkled on the ground, shining on the blood with a dazzling luster.

Luo Yue stood with a knife slung over his shoulder. The pungent smell of blood filled the air, but he did not even frown.

He looked at the figure still standing there with the sword in amazement and disbelief.

Luo Yue once thought that Jing Yue would not win this battle, because when Jing Yue's spiritual energy was exhausted, he showed signs of not being able to hold on.

But now it seems that he still underestimated the belief of a man who often escaped and gave up his escape and fought to the death.

This battle that lasted for a long time finally came to an end.

Leaning on the sword, his white shirt was stained with blood, and his yellow pear wood sword case had already been broken into pieces.

He smiled, walked to the bluestone edge of the pier holding the blunt and broken sword in his hand, and sat down.

The leisurely lake breeze blew away some of the pain in his body.

Looking at the island in the distance, Jing Yue smiled.

It turns out that as long as you are strong enough, you can survive even if you don't run away.

Sunshine, blood-stained shirt, and a man with a sword.

Luo Yue sighed.

He ordered his soldiers to arrest some gangsters to see if any of them had committed murder.

If there is any evidence, he will be thrown into jail; if there is no evidence, he will be sent out of the city.

Tang Xiansheng was dressed in a brocade robe and looked at Jing Yue's back with admiration on his face.

Luo Yue looked at Tang Xiansheng in confusion. The driver took out the token, and Luo Yue suddenly understood and bowed to Tang Xiansheng.

"It turned out to be the governor of Nanjun, Tang, and the governor of Beiluo, Luo Yue. I am sorry for not welcoming you from afar."

Luo Yue said.

Tang Xiansheng narrowed his eyes and waved his hand.

"I have heard of the great name of Beiluo City for a long time, but seeing it in person is worse than hearing about it for a long time. After seeing it today, I am really impressed... No wonder it can give birth to such a transcendent existence as Baiyujing. Today, I have broadened my horizons."

Tang Xiansheng smiled.

"General Luo..."

Tang Xiansheng bowed.

Luo Yue hurriedly responded: "I dare not call you a general, I am just the commander of the Beiluo City garrison."

Tang Xiansheng smiled and said, "Looking at Commander Luo's imposing manner, I thought he was a general of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is really strong and powerful."

"I came from Nanjun to visit Young Master Lu in person. I wonder if Commander Luo can introduce him to me?"

Jing Yue, who was sitting on the pier, climbed up.

Glancing at Tang Xiansheng.

He recognized Tang Xiansheng, the prefect of Nanjun, who had once been a guest of the Sword Sect and was personally greeted by the Sword Saint Hua Dongliu. At that time, Jing Yue had met Tang Xiansheng before.

Of course, Jing Yue was not very enthusiastic about Tang Xiansheng either.

He hurried back to the island in the middle of the lake to exchange the fifteen Qi Gathering Pills with Ni Yu and share the joy.

He jumped onto the lonely boat.

The white shirt was stained with blood, fluttering in the wind.

Tang Xiansheng's eyes lit up, and when he saw Jing Yue seemed to be going to the island, he quickly said, "Mr. Jing, wait a minute, can you give me a ride?"

Jing Yue was surprised. He didn't expect that Tang Xiansheng actually recognized him. He hesitated for a moment.

However, Lu Fan's voice rang in his mind, causing him to shudder.

Then, Jing Yue looked at Tang Xiansheng on the shore and said slowly:

"The young master doesn't want to see you. Please go away."

(End of this chapter)