Chapter 48: Dynasty, built for you

It is late at night.

The land of Xiliang.

In the camp, Xiang Shaoyun suddenly opened his eyes, and the terrifying energy and blood surged in the tent again.

His eyes were bloodshot and veins on his neck were bulging.

He raised his head, and his hair scattered like steel needles. A horrible sound came from his burly body, and the air trembled in a slight arc.

"Xian!"

Xiang Shaoyun's eyes were as sharp as torches, filled with anger and humiliation that were difficult to conceal.

Even if he is an immortal, what right should he be made to kneel?

He, Xiang Shaoyun, would not kneel to the sky, nor to the earth... No one in the world could withstand his kneeling.

The growl was like the roar of a wild beast, resounding continuously and deafeningly, as if the blood in the body of anyone who heard it would explode.

Two strands of spiritual energy violently wrapped around his thick arms.

"Shaoyun..."

A gentle voice sounded in the distance.

The girl was bathed in the moonlight, as beautiful as a painting, with worry in her eyes, and she looked at Xiang Shaoyun tenderly.

Xiang Shaoyun covered his face and shook his head. Only after hearing Luo Mingsang's worried voice did he calm down.

However, the humiliation in my heart still cannot be dispelled.

He is the Overlord of Xijun and the Lord of Xiliang. Even an immortal has no right to make him kneel.

Luo Mingsang was soft and gentle as water. She walked to Xiang Shaoyun and hugged his broad chest.

"You need to change your temper."

"You are now the commander-in-chief. You cannot be so willful. You need to think twice before doing many things. Don't act on impulse. You need to think more. Many things cannot be solved by force."

Luo Mingsang's voice was so gentle that the irritability on Xiang Shaoyun's face began to melt away.

He touched Luo Mingsang's hair, greedily sniffed the fragrance of the girl's hair, and smiled.

"Mingsang, you are wrong. There is nothing that cannot be solved by force. If there is... that only means that the force is not enough."

Xiang Shaoyun said domineeringly.

"I originally thought that I was at the pinnacle of the martial arts of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but I was wrong. After I obtained the immortal fate, I realized that there is a wider world beyond the peak of martial arts..."

Xiang Shaoyun raised his hand, and two strands of spiritual energy flowed smoothly in his palm.

"You are now the commander of the thirteen princes, but don't be distracted by these things. When you reach the top and establish a dynasty, I will not stop you from pursuing martial arts immortality, but before that, you must worry. After all... cooperating with the various schools of thought is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger."

Luo Mingsang's soft little hands drew circles on Xiang Shaoyu's chest and whispered.

Xiang Shaoyu raised the corner of his mouth, rubbed Luo Mingsang's black hair, and looked outside the tent with a fiery gaze.

"I said I would make you the king's woman. I would fight for you and establish the dynasty for you."

"As for the various schools of thought... ah, when I reach the pinnacle, that will be the time to overthrow all the schools of thought."

"Mingsang, just be at ease."

…

Great Zhou Dynasty, the imperial capital.

Book Pavilion.

Yu Wenxiu opened his eyes from the recliner, shame and anger flashed in his eyes, and it was a long time before he calmed down.

"Your Majesty, how is it? Can you get the chance to become an immortal?"

A gentle voice echoed in the quiet room.

The candlelight burns quietly.

The white-haired old man in plain robe and straw sandals looked at Yuwen Xiu with a ruddy and kind face.

In his hand, he held a letter, which was sent by his coachman.

He finished reading the contents of the letter, but there was no expression of any strangeness on his face.

"National Master, I think you have a chance to become an immortal."

Yu Wenxiu rubbed his brows, somewhat uncertainly, and said.

"Is it?"

The national teacher was puzzled.

Yu Wenxiu hesitated for a moment, but still told what happened in the preaching platform.

"The place of immortal fate...Wolong Ridge?"

The Imperial Master stroked his white beard, a thoughtful look appearing on his old face.

Afterwards, the national teacher stood up, walked slowly, and took out an old yellowed drawing from the bookshelf. On the drawing, topographic maps of various places were hastily drawn.

"Lying like a dragon, entrenched in Beiluo..."

"Is Wolong Ridge a hundred miles outside Beiluo City?"

The Imperial Master pointed his finger at the Beiluo City mark, as if thinking about something.

"Your Majesty, there are many people who have been blessed with immortality in this world, and the situation has become more complicated and confusing than before."

The Imperial Master put away the atlas, coughed, and said.

"Your Majesty is a God-given one. According to what Your Majesty said, there are two other God-given ones whose identities are unknown..."

"As for Lu Ping'an of Beiluo City, I think he is a god-given one. He has a follower who can fly a sword through the air, so he is also a god-given one..."

“It is hard to tell how many God-given people there are in this world, and chaos is happening all the time, but this… is the hope for the Great Zhou to break out of the impasse.”

The Imperial Master was coughing, but his old eyes were as bright as stars.

Hope of breaking the impasse? Yu Wenxiu's eyes lit up. As the emperor, he could see the current situation of the Great Zhou clearly.

In times of chaos, the princes gathered a large army and marched forward with unstoppable force, taking down several cities in succession.

However, due to wars and rampant bandits, the Great Zhou basically lost control of the local areas.

Now, I can only huddle in the capital.

"National Master, a gift from heaven, can you really help our Great Zhou break through the impasse?"

Yu Wenxiu asked a little excitedly.

"You are the Son of Heaven. If you can get the help of the one who is gifted by heaven, you will surely be able to bring peace to the world..."

"Even, the call to abolish all schools of thought is no longer just empty talk."

The Imperial Master stroked his white beard, looked out the window at the starry night sky, and spoke leisurely.

"Your Majesty, please go to bed early. I have to go to Beiluo tomorrow..."

The national teacher said.

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Xiu bowed to the old man and walked out.

The old man looked kindly at the eunuchs who were waiting outside the library, surrounding Yuwen Xiu who was leaving, and his eyes gradually softened.

He lay in the rocking chair and coughed softly.

"I am getting less and less useful as I get older. I wonder how many times I can still help Your Majesty with his worries."

The candlelight flickered more and more deeply.

Accompanied by a somewhat helpless sigh.

…

"Chess?"

In the darkness, Lu Fan was slightly stunned.

Unexpectedly, this time the reward actually revealed a chess record.

Does this mean that even the system dislikes this stinking trash?

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

Lu Fan pursed his lips, and with a thought, he accepted the reward.

"Chess Manual "Yi Tian Shi": Xuan-level lower-grade soul-forging mental method (can be upgraded). Place the pieces according to the manual and visualize the chess positions. This can restore the strength of the soul and forge and condense the strength of the soul."

"Tip: Use the "Chuangxuan Refining Qi Chapter" to increase your speed of self-refining Qi."

Buzz...

In my mind, a series of chess games formed by the arrangement of black and white chess pieces emerged.

Lu Fan was in a trance, and a picture seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

Under a vigorous old pine tree, there are two figures sitting at the two ends of a chessboard. The wind blows, leaves fall, and the two men drink tea and play chess. When they make a move, the vast ocean tosses and the stars flow, as if the universe is a chessboard.

Lu Fan opened his eyes, feeling something in his heart. He took the chessboard thoughtfully, placed it on his legs, took out the chess pieces from the chess box, and placed the pieces according to the instructions in "Yi Tian Shi".

The chess manual "Yi Tian Shi" records a total of nine chess games, which go from easy to difficult and become increasingly difficult.

The first game, called "Mountain and River Game", has 32 black pieces and 29 white pieces.

In the dead of night.

The rhythmic sound of the pieces falling echoed neither fast nor slow.

The more he made moves, the more energetic he became. The soul strength that had been consumed was gradually restored to fullness as he studied the chess game.

This move lasted for a whole night.

…

The next day.

Lu Fan put away the chess pieces on the board one by one and stretched himself.

After a sleepless night, I felt extremely energetic and my soul strength was completely restored.

There was a rustling sound, and then there was a knock on the vermilion carved wooden door.

Lu Fan responded.

Ning Zhao, Yi Yue and Ni Yu pushed the door open and walked in.

Ni Yu was holding a cup of hot water, her pretty face flushed red by the heat, while Yi Yue was carrying breakfast.

"morning."

Lu Fan said with a smile.

A beautiful day starts from a beautiful morning.

Enjoying the service of three maids, I had breakfast.

The vermilion carved wooden door opened.

Ning Zhao pushed the wheelchair slowly, Yi Yue held an umbrella for Lu Fan, and Ni Yu followed closely with a chessboard on his back.

In the yard.

Jing Yue woke up early, rubbing his hands, and looking at Lu Fan sitting in a wheelchair in a white robe, he immediately smiled.

"Good morning, sir."

Jingyue Road.

Lu Fan glanced at Jing Yue and nodded.

His gaze turned and fell on Mo Tianyu, who was buried in the yard with only his head left.

Mo Tianyu was not dead yet, but he looked extremely miserable with messy hair.

"Keep an eye on him. If he dies or runs away, I'll find you."

Lu Fan said.

The smile on Jing Yue's face suddenly froze.

"Sister Ning, let's go to the lake island, Baiyujing."

Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand and placed his other hand on the thin wool blanket on his knees, and said.

“Yes.”

Ning Zhao chuckled, pushed the wheelchair out the door, and Ni Yu and Yi Yue hurriedly followed.

In the yard, Jing Yue was left alone, guarding Mo Tianyu's head.

After leaving the courtyard, Nie Zhangqing was waiting outside with Nie Shuang, who had gotten up early to exercise and was sweating all over.

Lu Fan nodded slightly, and Nie Zhangqing followed with Nie Shuang.

The group left the Lu Mansion, got on a carriage, and headed for the island in the middle of the lake.

And at this moment.

Outside Beiluo City.

Five horses galloping.

The carriage was shaking unsteadily, and only when it reached the foot of the city did it gradually slow down.

At the gate of Beiluo City.

Lu Changkong was dressed in a brocade robe, and beside him, Luo Yue and Luo Cheng, father and son, were all dressed in plain clothes, waiting.

The carriage gradually approached.

Stopping in front of the city gate, Lu Changkong's eyes fixed.

He took a step forward, clasped his palms together, bowed and spoke.

"Welcome to the Imperial Master."

(End of this chapter)