Chapter 152 This Sword is Named Jingtian [Third update, 10,000 words updated, please give me a monthly ticket! ]

The bright red sunset looks like unripe egg yolk.

The afterglow of the sun shone on the man in a white shirt stained with blood, giving him a rather chilling look.

Jing Yue stood on the lonely boat, leaning on his blunt sword, and turned his head and said, "Young Master, I don't want to see you. Please go back."

Tang Xiansheng's smiling face froze.

This guy... is he really heartless? Tang Xiansheng had heard of Jing Yue. Jing Yue was also quite famous in the sword sect. As a swordsman, he was supposed to be fearless and move forward. But Jing Yue was such a weirdo who ran away faster than anyone else when in danger.

Tang Xiansheng is very optimistic about Jing Yue, because Jing Yue is the same kind of person as him, a person who values ​​life more than anything else.

This is also the reason why he remembered Jing Yue in the sword sect.

However……

At this moment, Tang Xiansheng suddenly hated Jing Yue.

Did Lu Ping'an say anything? Why did this guy say that Lu Fan didn't want to see him?

Tang Xiansheng slowly stood up and stared at Jing Yue: "I have come to see Young Master Lu. Please pass on a message."

Obviously the tone wasn't very good.

Don't hit someone who smiles at you.

If Jing Yue gives him face, he will also give Jing Yue face. After all, face is something that should be given to each other.

Shaking his head, Jing Yue knew that Tang Xiansheng must be dissatisfied with him in his heart.

After all, the young master's voice sounded directly in his mind, and Tang Xiansheng could not hear it.

"The young master really said that he doesn't want to see you...you should leave now."

Jingyue Road.

Then he grabbed the oar and slapped it hard on the water, causing ripples to form and carrying the lone boat rapidly towards the island in the middle of the lake.

Jing Yue's figure gradually disappeared into the hazy lake.

The wind was a little warm under the setting sun.

Tang Xiansheng's gorgeous clothes were fluttering in the wind.

He turned his head to look at Luo Yue. Tang Xiansheng smiled again. He raised a finger from his sleeve and pointed in the direction where Jing Yue disappeared. He smiled with a fake smile: "This person is not a good person."

Luo Yue was speechless.

In fact, what he wanted to say was that Jing Yue might have really received instructions from the young master.

"Commander Luo, could you please inform them that Nanjun Governor Tang Xiansheng is visiting in person?"

Tang Xiansheng said.

Luo Yue opened his mouth but shook his head.

"The gentleman just now is Bai Yujing's disciple. He said that the young master does not want to see the governor, so he does not want to see him. Governor... please go back."

It was impossible for Luo Yue to go against Lu Fan's wishes for Tang Xiansheng.

Tang Xiansheng's face twitched slightly.

This was the first time he was rejected.

This Beiluo Young Master Lu, is he so arrogant? Even if he comes to Beijing, the emperor will personally meet him. This Lu Pingan...

"As expected of a cultivator, you have the arrogance of a cultivator."

Tang Xiansheng smiled gently.

"In that case, I will stay by the lake and wait for Young Master Lu to see me before I go to the island."

Luo Yue glanced at Tang Xiansheng with his knife.

These are all tricks left over from other people's tricks.

However, Luo Yue's expression soon became strange.

Tang Xiansheng found a clean bluestone step that was not stained with blood, wiped it with a cloth, and sat on it with his clothes rolled up.

Looking at the hazy and beautiful Beiluo Lake under the sunset, the lake breeze is blowing slowly.

If Tang Xiansheng shows sincerity, Young Master Lu should meet him, right?

Tang Xiansheng was really curious about Lu Pingan.

There is a rumor in the world today.

He who secures Lu Ping'an secures the world.

This rumor is absolutely true. If Lu Ping'an can be invited to be his aide, then the whole world will be within easy reach.

Tang Xiansheng was confident that with his eloquent tongue, he could make the dead come back to life.

A curved sword can be said to be straight.

The fish and shrimp in the sea can be said to jump out of the water.

Tang Xiansheng looked at the lake quietly, provided that there was a chance to speak.

suddenly.

He felt his body floating.

But he found that his body, which was sitting on the bluestone stairs, was lifted up by someone.

"ah?"

"What are you doing?!"

Tang Xiansheng looked shocked.

He struggled hard, but the Dragon Blood Army of Beiluo City had taken Dragon Blood Pills and were extremely strong.

Tang Xiansheng couldn't break free at all and was lifted up.

Luo Yue adjusted his armor and glanced at Tang Xiansheng calmly: "Tang Taishou, I just received an order from the young master. The young master does not want to see you."

"And get you off the dock."

“An eyesore.”

Tang Xiansheng's body changed from green to red.

Why? Tang Xiansheng didn't understand why Lu Ping'an didn't see him. He knew that when the national teacher Kong Xiu came, Lu Fan had seen him. When the emperor Yuwen Xiu came, Lu Fan had also seen him.

Lu Fan had even seen Overlord visit him late at night.

Why is he the only one missing? !

"Commander Luo, are you kidding? Young Master Lu hasn't even spoken yet, how can you... make decisions on your own?"

The smile on Tang Xiansheng's face gradually disappeared.

"Young Master can transmit voice over a thousand miles, and the command directly appeared in our minds. It is normal that Governor Tang could not hear it."

Luo Yue said calmly.

Several Dragon Blood Army soldiers carried Tang Xiansheng onto the carriage.

"absurd!"

Tang Xiansheng couldn't help but feel angry.

Luo Yue frowned, raised his hand and placed it on the long sword at his waist, and a tremendous amount of energy and blood burst out of his body.

"Why do you have to use such a ridiculous excuse to evade me?"

However.

Tang Xiansheng had just finished speaking.

Then a faint voice echoed in his mind.

"Oh? Ridiculous?"

"What's ridiculous?"

The voice was as gentle as jade, but with a hint of indifference and aloofness.

Tang Xiansheng's face froze, his eyes suddenly widened, and he glanced around in disbelief.

Who is speaking?

How could the sound echo directly in his mind?

Do practitioners have such means?

His son Tang Yimo is also a cultivator, but Tang Xiansheng has no idea about this.

"Don't let me say some things three times."

Lu Fan's voice sounded again, and then fell silent.

Tang Xiansheng opened his mouth.

Obviously, he sensed the unhappiness in Lu Fan's words.

So, he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Beiluo Young Master Lu is famous for his temper. Tang Xiansheng felt that if he really angered him, he might not be able to leave Beiluo City.

Someone like him who is afraid of death doesn't dare to try.

With inexplicable awe, Tang Xiansheng bowed in the direction of the island in the middle of the lake, then got into the carriage.

"Let's go back to the capital."

…

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan leaned against the Thousand Blade Chair, holding a bronze wine cup filled with warm green plum wine.

The white shirt fluttered in the wind, and the hair fluttered gracefully.

It makes sense that he doesn't want to meet Tang Xiansheng, because there is no need to meet him.

It was obvious that Tang Xiansheng came to him to persuade him to join Nanjun and become his staff. Lu Fan really didn't like this kind of thing.

Therefore, he directly refused to come to see me.

Compared to meeting Tang Xiansheng, Lu Fan felt that it would be more interesting to set up a game of wind and rain, or watch Nie Zhangqing and others team up to defeat the master of the secret realm.

Jingyue is back.

When the lone boat carrying him appeared floating in the lake.

Ni Yu, Nie Shuang and others on the island all breathed a sigh of relief.

Ni Yu took out the Qi Gathering Pill wrapped in a cloth with disgust and threw it back to Jing Yue.

Jing Yue grinned brightly and went to the second floor of the pavilion.

"Young Master..."

Jing Yue knelt on one knee in front of Lu Fan.

Lu Fan took a sip of the wine in the bronze cup and said, "Not bad."

"From today on, you are a disciple of Baiyujing."

Jing Yue looked up in surprise.

"Thank you, sir!"

Lu Fan nodded slightly, playing with the wine glass in his hand, and waved his hand.

Jing Yue's tattered and blunt sword flew out and fell into Lu Fan's hands.

"Hmm... This sword is useless."

"Today, since you are my disciple of Baiyujing, I will give you a sword."

Lu Fan said.

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

The next moment, he raised his hand, placed his slender fingers on the handguard, and gently pushed it forward.

The scarlet Phoenix Feather Sword flew out.

There was a burning sensation surrounding Jing Yue's sword.

A ball of molten iron floated in the air.

Lu Fan's mind was surging, and soon, the molten iron became long and narrow, turning into a green blade.

The sword is three feet long and engraved with strange patterns.

The sword floated in front of Lu Fan. Lu Fan bent his fingers and flicked the tip, belly, and hilt of the sword three times in total. Each time, spiritual energy burst out and vibrated the sword.

The Fengling Sword returned to the wheelchair guard.

With a wave of hand.

The three-foot-long green sword floated in front of Jing Yue.

"This is a sword given to you. You can name it yourself."

Lu Fan said.

"The sword is the best weapon for attacking. Sword intent can help the sword become more powerful. I hope you will not let this sword down, and you can cultivate sword intent and become a true swordsman with sword intent."

Lu Fan said.

Jing Yue's face was full of excitement and his lips were trembling.

Is this the gift given to him by the young master?

Looking at this sword that was so beautiful that it seemed to touch his heart, Jing Yue's outstretched hand was almost trembling.

He held up the sword as if he was holding the delicate hand of his lover.

This was the first gift Jing Yue had ever received in his life, and also his favorite gift, no doubt about it.

The sword is there, and the man is there.

Lu Fan waved his hand, and Jing Yue left the Baiyujing Pavilion.

He held the sword in his arms, stroking it lovingly.

suddenly.

A dark shadow appeared silently behind Jing Yue, frightening him so much that his heart almost jumped.

"Can you lend me this sword to observe for me?"

A hoarse voice, like the sound of sand grinding.

Jing Yue suddenly turned around and looked around, but couldn't see anyone. He looked down and saw a short figure.

"Gongshu...Senior?!"

Jing Yue was stunned.

He discovered that this person was Gongshu Yu, the leader of the Machinery Pavilion under Bai Yujing's command.

Gongshu Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his hair was white, and he looked old and feeble.

His eyes were fixed on the sword in Jing Yue's hand.

It seemed that he saw Jing Yue's hesitation.

"Your sword is missing a scabbard. Let me take a look at it and I'll give it to you as a gift."

Gongshu Yu spoke hoarsely.

Jing Yue smiled and handed the sword to Gongshu Yu.

Gongshu Yu was no less excited than Jing Yue when he took the sword. He seemed to have seen a peerless beauty and gently stroked it with his hand.

Touching the patterns on the sword, touching the edge of the sword...

"As expected of you, young master... This sword is so exquisite that it has captured the essence of the Weapon Refining Notes. This is a spiritual tool, a top-grade yellow-grade spiritual tool!"

Gongshu Yu Dao.

He had read the "Equipment Refining Notes" and understood the classification of grades of spiritual tools therein.

He reluctantly returned the sword to Jing Yue.

"The sword is a good one, but it still needs more nurturing. The weapon is dead, but the person is alive. If the person's energy can be absorbed into the weapon, the power of the weapon will be further enhanced."

"For example, Nie Zhangqing's butcher knife is no longer just an ordinary butcher knife. It is nourished by his energy. It may not be as good as your sword in quality, but in a real fight, its power is far beyond what you can resist."

"What is this sword called?"

Gongshu Yu said with his hands behind his back.

Jing Yue stroked the sword with a smile on his face: "My last name is Jing, and this sword is my heaven... so let's call it, Jingtian Sword."

"Sedum?"

Gongshu Yu pondered the name of the sword and nodded slightly.

"Give me three days to make a scabbard for the Jingtian Sword..."

Gongshu Yu Dao.

Then, he took out the "Equipment Refining Notes" and began to read it eagerly.

If he hadn't sensed that Lu Fan had refined a sword for Jing Yue, he wouldn't have paid any attention to Jing Yue at all.

"Thank you, senior!"

Jing Yue was very touched and pursed his lips. The sword given to him by the young master was so precious.

He is indeed the young master's favorite!

…

South County.

Tiandang Mountain.

The cold moonlight shines down.

The ancient stone staircase of Dao Zong is covered with mottled marks.

A figure wrapped in a black robe walked slowly, step by step, up to the gate of Dao Sect.

On the large square, the Taoist boy guarding the gate was dozing off while holding a broom.

The sound of the black-robed man's footsteps crushing dead leaves startled the Taoist boy.

The Taoist boy opened his eyes and was slightly startled when he saw the figure in black robe.

"you……"

However, the man in black robe lifted his hood with a suppressed smile, revealing a savage and ferocious face, but there was a hint of coquettishness on that face.

Flirting? The Taoist boy's heart sank. What a damn flirting.

"Barbarian...barbarian?!"

The Taoist boy was horrified when he saw the incongruous face that looked both ferocious and seductive under the moonlight.

The man in black robe flicked his orchid finger and touched the Taoist boy's brow. The Taoist boy then seemed to be crazy, holding the broom.

"Dao Sect... No, it's called Dao Pavilion now? Dao Pavilion under Bai Yujing?"

The black-robed man chuckled.

"Is Ti Zang the strongest fighting force in this world? Qi Dan is the stage of Qi Condensation, and Ti Zang is similar to the stage of 'Foundation Building' in our world. Unfortunately, the Ti Zang that is born is only at the beginning. If there is a cultivator who has reached the peak of Ti Zang, it will be a bit troublesome."

The man in black robe gently brushed his cheek with his orchid finger, touching the rough hair and frowning in disgust.

"This filthy, disgusting husk."

"Lu Ping'an, the Lord of Baiyujing, is rumored to be the world's number one cultivator. According to the strength bottleneck of this world, he is at most a mid-level foundation-building cultivator. With the power of my spiritual consciousness clone, I should be able to deal with him. However... I still have to be careful and test his strength first."

A hoarse and somewhat seductive laugh sounded.

The man in black robe touched the little Taoist boy's brow with his finger. A faint wave spread out, shaking the air, and the little Taoist boy fell to the ground in a daze.

Dao Zong, inside the temple.

The candlelight flickers.

On an old eight-immortal table, Xie Yunling, wearing a Taoist robe and with graying temples, was holding a brush and writing and drawing in the candlelight. After experiencing the defeat on the island in the center of the lake, Xie Yunling began to concentrate on studying Taoist magic and formations.

He discovered that Taoist magic formations had great potential.

If he had enough spiritual energy, he would have been able to cause more trouble for Lu Ping in the battle on the island in the middle of the lake.

What a pity.

He has too little spiritual energy.

suddenly.

The pen in Xie Yunling's hand paused slightly.

There is no wind.

However, the candlelight on the Eight Immortals Table was flickering wildly.

“Who?!”

Xie Yunling suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly! A hoarse... and somewhat seductive laugh resounded.

But in front of the Taoist temple, there was a figure wearing a hooded black robe.

In the blink of an eye, Xie Yunling's pupils shrank.

The man in black robe disappeared from the gate of the Taoist temple and appeared behind him like a ghost, with his thick fingers shaped like an orchid and placed on his shoulders.

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