Chapter 52: The Imperial Master Smiles into the Island, Righteousness Meets Spiritual Pressure

Nie Zhangqing stepped on the dead branches and floated on the water. His skill of lifting heavy objects with ease was truly astonishing.

Only a warrior with extremely strong control over his own strength can do this. Even an ordinary master cannot do this.

On board a luxurious wooden boat.

The Imperial Master had a kind face, and his white hair and beard fluttered in the leisurely breeze.

Lu Changkong frowned, and Luo Yue was also a little puzzled.

"Bai Yujing? Is it the power created by Faner?"

Lu Changkong murmured.

Lu Fan had told him that he wanted to build a power, but he didn't expect that the power would be established so quickly.

Lu Changkong glanced at the Imperial Master and shouted to Nie Zhangqing who was standing on the lake: "This is the Imperial Master of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Faner will allow us to enter the island."

He is Lu Fan's biological father, it's impossible that even he can't set foot on the island in the middle of the lake, right?

Nie Zhangqing looked at Lu Changkong, his eyes moving slightly.

The falling hair fluttered, he took a deep breath and shook his head.

"No one can enter the island without the young master's order."

Lu Changkong was stunned. This guy was really stubborn and unyielding.

On the luxurious wooden boat, the Imperial Master laughed. He stroked his white beard, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Nie Zhangqing standing on the lake with admiration.

"Ping An has a good eye and has accepted a good disciple."

The national teacher chuckled and said.

Nie Zhangqing did not comment, saying that he was Lu Fan's disciple, and there was nothing wrong with that.

"The former Dao Sect's abandoned disciple, Dao Sect's tenth unparalleled swordsman... Nie Zhangqing."

"I never thought that you would be reborn from the ashes and rise from the fall..."

The Imperial Master adjusted his lazy posture and stood up from the luxurious wooden boat. He looked at Nie Zhangqing kindly and spoke softly.

"That old fellow Dao Zong is so cruel and has forced you into a corner. Changqing, do you hate him?"

The national teacher asked.

On the lake, the dead branches under Nie Zhangqing's feet began to sway, and the water flow parted to both sides, pushing Nie Zhangqing's body forward.

He shook his head: "No hate."

"I have been lonely since childhood, my parents died, I have been a beggar, begging on the long streets, and I have also been beaten. It was Your Excellency who brought me out of the sea of ​​suffering, taught me sword skills, taught me martial arts, and helped me gain a foothold in the martial arts world. How could I hate you?"

The Imperial Master stood at the bow, his thin body reflected in his wide robe as the wind blew.

"But he separated you from your wife and children, and even sent someone to kill you..."

Nie Zhangqing shook his head: "Your Majesty promised me, I should return it to him, so there is no need to hate him, but... from the day Han Lianxiao killed me, I have repaid the life I owed to Your Majesty."

"What I owe now is... the young master."

"When I have achieved success in my cultivation, I will break into Dao Sect alone with my sword, save my wife, and reunite my family."

Nie Zhangqing's hair was fluttering in the wind, his eyes were absent-minded and firm, and he said.

The words fell.

Nie Zhangqing suddenly stepped on a branch floating on the water.

One end of the branch sank into the water, creating a concave vortex.

Nie Zhangqing's body flew into the air, and the butcher knife flew out of his hand and floated in front of him.

A wisp of spiritual energy was drawn out from the Qi Pill and flowed around the body.

"National Master, please withdraw."

Nie Zhangqing said with his hair flying.

On wooden boat.

Lu Changkong frowned, but he was not angry. He just looked at the national teacher.

Luo Yue's hand was already on the long sword at his waist. The terrifying pressure emanating from Nie Zhangqing was so overwhelming for even a first-rate warrior like him that he broke out in a cold sweat.

The Imperial Master stood at the bow, his long robe fluttering and his eyes somewhat deep and cloudy.

"You are a good kid, a good seedling, and you have a clear sense of justice, gratitude and resentment. It's a pity that you were accepted by Ping An first. Otherwise, I would also like to teach you well..."

"You are more humble than that kid Mo Tianyu."

The Imperial Master sighed.

Nie Zhangqing looked normal.

"My Lord, you have granted me a second life, and I will treat you as I did at the beginning."

"I'm sorry, Imperial Master."

Nie Zhangqing took advantage of the rebound force of the dead branch to fly into the air.

Swing your arms.

The butcher knife was wrapped in spiritual energy and suddenly chopped down.

An invisible sword shadow formed on the surface of the lake, and it seemed as if all the fog lingering around the lake was cut away.

The lake water split into two sides, and white waves rolled in the lake like white snakes, spreading to the wooden boat.

The Imperial Master had a kind face and stood at the bow with his hands behind his back.

Even when facing such a terrifying knife, he remained calm, as if a gentle breeze was blowing on his face.

However, on a luxurious wooden boat.

Lu Changkong and Luo Yue felt a great deal of pressure. The lake water around the wooden boat seemed to be boiling and rolling continuously.

Thick air gathered overhead, and the fog on the lake formed a huge vortex above the wooden boat.

"There are bandits who are like a gentleman, sharpening their swords and polishing their heads."

"There is a gentleman who cannot be deceived..."

The sound of chanting lingers by the lake.

The Imperial Master wore a loose robe and had his hands behind his back. He had white hair and flowing beard.

There was a sense of righteousness above his head, and he looked directly at Nie Zhangqing with a calm gaze.

The sword is coming.

The fishes in the lake were frightened and ran around in panic. The lake water was split into two parts, and the overwhelming sword-like aura filled the air, making people's skin break out in goose bumps.

Nie Zhangqing recalled the last time he killed a group of scholars on Beiluo Lake.

And this time, he wielded the sword as the national teacher and the Confucian scholars.

When the knife came within three feet of the wooden boat, it froze.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if there was the sound of the national teacher chanting, like a spring breeze, as if the soul was being cleansed.

The Imperial Master does not have the strong Qi and blood of the Grand Master, nor does he have the mysterious spiritual cultivation...

He stood on the wooden boat, his body thin and frail, as if he could be blown away by the wind at any time.

He is just an ordinary person.

However, Nie Zhangqing's sword was unable to cut through the air.

The righteous energy between heaven and earth is so strong that it seems to form a sudden and violent gale.

Nie Zhangqing's face flushed red. In his ears, the imperial teacher's low humming sounded like the deafening sound of bells and drums.

He suddenly lost control of the butcher knife.

The knife fell into the lake.

On the wooden boat.

The national teacher had a kind face, stood with his hands behind his back, and spoke eloquently.

A terrifying fog filled the air, and the originally invisible air became visible because of this righteous energy.

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

At this moment, they all pressed down on Nie Zhangqing and pushed him into the lake.

At that moment, Nie Zhangqing felt as if he was facing the spiritual pressure of a young master.

Nie Zhangqing wandered in the lake, soaked all over, and looked at the old man standing at the bow of the boat. An inexplicable feeling of awe emerged in his heart.

Lu Changkong and Luo Yue were terrified.

"This is the strength of a Confucian master, at the level of the various philosophers."

With ease and without any effort, he suppressed the Six-Ring Grandmaster.

far away.

There are white clothes as white as snow, and the skirts are fluttering.

Ning Zhao came on a lone boat, with her soft hands on her waist, gentle as in her prime.

"The master said that a distinguished guest was coming to visit, so he sent this servant to come and invite him."

"National Master, please enter the island."

Ning Zhaodao.

On wooden boat.

The majestic energy suddenly dissipated, as if the clouds and mist were parted to reveal the blue sky.

The Imperial Master laughed heartily, stroking his beard.

"Changqing, learn your skills peacefully. Dao Zong is much more unreasonable than I am."

The national teacher said.

Afterwards, the wooden boat opened up the water flow and moved forward automatically.

Ning Zhao's boat sailed to the side of Nie Zhangqing, and after pulling him on board, it slowly sailed towards the island in the middle of the lake.

The hazy fog gradually dissipated.

The wooden boat docked.

With the help of Lu Changkong, the national teacher went up to the island and stepped on the warm bluestone.

Lu Changkong and Luo Yue looked at the entire island.

The peach blossoms on the peninsula are gone, replaced by ten huge chrysanthemums. The pavilion of Zuichen Pavilion is still there, but it looks brand new, restrained, low-key and casually luxurious.

The Imperial Master trembled, and looked at the ten chrysanthemums with deep eyes. He felt something in his heart, and the smile on his face became more intense.

In front of the pavilion.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, wearing a white shirt, with a thin blanket covering his legs, and looked at him with a smile.

There is a wooden terrace on the second floor of the pavilion.

Yi Yue knelt down, her jade neck stretched forward, her long black hair hanging down, her foxy face full of concentration. She boiled a pot of wine and put green plums into it.

Ni Yu and Nie Shuang lay on the railing of the terrace, looking down curiously and carefully.

Lu Fan saw the national teacher, and the national teacher also saw Lu Fan, and their eyes met.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, his white shirt fluttering and his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

He raised the corner of his mouth.

"Student Lu Ping'an, I hereby apologize to the teacher for Chang Qing's rudeness."

Lu Fan bowed and said from a distance.

The Imperial Master stroked his beard and laughed, with a gleam of light flashing in his eyes.

Boom! However, with the laughter of the national teacher.

The water mist that had originally condensed on the lake gathered together, as if it had turned into towering mountains, and it seemed as if the heaven and earth were pressing down.

The noble spirit of Confucianism.

The Imperial Master looked at Lu Fan, kind and gentle, and spoke slowly: "There is a gentleman who has jade-like ears and a star-like hat."

"There is a gentleman who cannot be deceived..."

As the words fell.

The majestic energy that filled the world suddenly pressed down on Lu Fan.

The terrifying pressure made Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao, who were walking in the front, suddenly hold their breath.

Under the Baiyujing Tower.

Lu Fan smiled faintly, facing the majestic energy in the sky, as if bathed in a spring breeze.

He reached into the chess box and picked up a black piece between his middle and index fingers.

Facing the majestic energy in the sky, he suddenly made a move towards the void in front of him.

After the moves are made, the black pieces float in the air.

A light blue aura surrounded Lu Fan.

Invisible spiritual pressure is released.

Beside the Imperial Master, Lu Changkong and Luo Yue's faces suddenly turned red. The huge spiritual pressure forced them to retreat continuously.

They were shocked and horrified.

He didn't even dare to approach the circle formed by Lu Fan and the Imperial Master.

Lu Changkong, Nie Zhangqing and the others were left with nothing but awe and amazement at this moment.

This seems like a...

A collision of various levels.

(End of this chapter)