Chapter 53: The Underworld, the Court, and the World, Have Nothing to Do with Me
On the shore of Beiluo Lake, there is a bluestone path around the lake.
A donkey cart was wobbling and shabby, as if it was made of dead wood. On the cart, a young man in a navy blue robe was sitting with his legs crossed, holding a wooden pole with a carrot hanging from a thin rope, hanging in front of the donkey.
The donkey kept walking forward, chasing the carrot, with air puffing from its nostrils.
The young man sat leisurely, admiring the shimmering water of Beiluo Lake.
"It's a great place. It would be even better if I could retire here."
"I heard that the 'Zuichen Pavilion' in Beiluo City is very unique and the girls there have great skills. I wonder if it's true."
The young man supported his chin with one hand, and his crossed legs kept shaking.
There was a look of reverie on his face.
"It's a pity... Zuichen Pavilion has been occupied by the rude and unreasonable Young Master Lu, and the Great Zhou will have one less day to go to the human world."
The young man shook his head, a look of regret on his face.
Turn the carrot around to correct the donkey's walking direction.
"To be honest, I really don't want to come to Beiluo City. This city... is too weird."
The young man had a confused look on his face and was talking to himself.
"However, the Imperial Master rarely leaves the capital, so this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."
"Why do you always ask me to do this kind of thing? The guy with the expressionless face is obviously more suitable than me... He is the world's number one assassin, and I'm just a donkey driver." The young man seemed to be full of resentment.
But now that we are here, we have to continue the mission.
Kicked the donkey's butt.
Make the donkey move faster.
The shabby donkey cart was shaking as if it would collapse at any time as it kept moving along the bluestone road of Beiluo Lake.
The donkey's grunting sound continued to ring in the ears.
…
Lu Mu rushed out of the city.
The carriage galloped across the plains outside Beiluo.
Inside the carriage, Lu Mudui, dressed in a white shirt, stroked the copper coins hanging around his neck with a deep gaze.
"Is what Master Lu said... true? Can the 'Heaven and Earth Qi Order' open the Immortal Fate Relics? My teacher asked me to come to Beiluo. Could it be that he really calculated that there is an Immortal Fate in Beiluo?"
Lu Mudui leaned in the carriage, his body was a little thin.
But his eyes were very bright.
"If there really is a destiny, why would Young Master Lu trust me so much? Isn't he afraid that I will unite with other schools of thought to destroy this secret realm of destiny?"
Lu Mudui narrowed his eyes, but after thinking about it, he sighed dejectedly.
He did not have the capital to unite the various schools of thought.
Even if he had the information Lu Fan gave him, he could not exchange it on an equal basis with the other schools of thought.
The emergence of the Heaven and Earth Qi Order will sooner or later attract the attention of the world. Moreover, Young Master Lu may not be the only one in the world who has received guidance from the immortals.
Lu Mudui doesn't have any capital, so his best way is to cooperate with Lu Fan, maybe he can get a piece of the pie, otherwise... he will really have no chance at all.
Moreover, before leaving, he saw the appearance of a Confucian master. Perhaps... Young Master Lu wanted to ally with Confucianism. With such a strong supporter like Confucianism, if he was still foolish enough to ally with other forces of the Hundred Schools, then he would be really stupid.
The car was very quiet, with only the vibration sound from the rapidly spinning wheels.
After a long time.
Lu Mu tapped the carriage with his green bamboo stick and said to the driver outside, "Don't rush back to Donglong Temple. Let's go to Wolong Ridge..."
"Okay."
Outside the carriage, the driver grinned, raised his whip and whipped.
The carriage speed suddenly increased.
…
Island in the middle of the lake.
The atmosphere on the island was somewhat stagnant.
The Master smiled with righteousness, and Lu Fan released his spiritual pressure with his move.
The collision between the two can be described as one of the best.
The national teacher was originally a Confucian scholar. He had traveled to hundreds of schools of thought and suppressed them so much that they dared not show up.
His righteous spirit could suppress even a martial arts grandmaster.
Although he had never practiced martial arts, he possessed an extremely strong oppressive power.
However, Lu Fan, in the face of the great righteousness of the national teacher, was actually able to chat and laugh, which surprised the other people on the island.
Lu Changkong looked at Lu Fan with a complicated and gratified look.
He didn't expect Lu Fan to grow so fast and now he has the strength to compete with the Master.
Lu Changkong felt the spiritual energy flowing in his body and took a deep breath.
Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao's eyes revealed excitement.
They never knew Lu Fan's true strength.
And now...
They finally knew the true strength of their young master.
The sons level...
He can compete with Confucian masters and is one of the top scholars among the hundreds of schools of thought.
Lu Fan once said that he wanted to make "Bai Yujing" surpass all other schools of thought. Now it seems that it was not just empty talk.
The wind disappeared.
The oppression that enveloped the world suddenly dissipated.
The righteous spirit dissipated, and Lu Fan's spiritual pressure also dissipated and disappeared.
"Hahaha, you are really young and capable."
The Imperial Master laughed.
"Changkong, you gave birth to a good son."
Lu Changkong on the side smiled immediately, and his eyes could not hide the joy in his eyes.
"Master, please."
Lu Fan smiled and said, "Ping An knows that the Imperial Master likes wine, so he specially asked someone to brew plum wine."
The Imperial Master walked over with his hands behind his back and his sleeves brushed.
"Bai Yujing..."
The Imperial Master's eyes fell on the plaque in front of the pavilion, he chewed on the name quietly, and then smiled: "What a good name."
The Imperial Master sighed in his heart that Lu Fan had obviously obtained much more immortal affinity than the Emperor Yuwen Xiu.
If we say that Yuwen Xiu was just a toddler God-given person.
As for Lu Fan, he is a mature God-given person. The gap between the two is... a bit big.
The imperial teacher stepped onto the bluestone stairs.
Lu Changkong and Luo Yue also followed behind him.
suddenly.
The Imperial Master's body trembled and he stood still. His sight was unconsciously attracted by the two vertical plaques.
Everyone who enters Baiyujing will be involuntarily attracted by this couplet. Lu Fan is not surprised about this.
The imperial teacher stared at the two couplets, the smile on his face disappeared, and he looked serious.
He looked at it for a long time.
It took about half an incense stick of time.
Only then did he slowly come to his senses.
There was a hint of shock flickering in the imperial teacher's cloudy eyes.
"This couplet...was it proposed by Ping An?"
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The Imperial Master withdrew his gaze and spoke calmly.
Unlike Nie Zhangqing and Lu Mu’s huge reactions, the national teacher remained calm.
"No, it was suggested by my mentor."
Lu Fandao, the wheelchair automatically turned and went into the Baiyujing Pavilion.
He guessed that the National Master must have gained something from understanding the couplets, but since the National Master did not show it, he did not ask.
When the Imperial Master heard Lu Fan's answer, his body stiffened slightly, then returned to normal.
However, Luo Yue and Lu Changkong were not in such good condition.
Lu Changkong was fine, after all, he had spiritual energy to support him, and he calmed down after retreating two or three steps.
Luo Yue was in a miserable state. He was just a first-rate warrior who recited the couplet softly. He was knocked backwards by the enormous pressure, knelt on one knee, and even coughed up blood.
His face was full of lingering fear.
Lu Changkong did not enter the Baiyujing Pavilion.
He knew that Master and Lu Fan had something to discuss, so he turned around and wandered around the island.
He was quite interested in the ten chrysanthemums waving in the sun.
The Master went into the second floor of the pavilion.
On the terrace, Yi Yue finished cooking the wine and stood up.
Ni Yu and Nie Shuang stared at Lu Fan and the Master with their eyes wide open.
The chessboard is set up, with the white chess box and the black chess box placed on each side.
The Imperial Master sat on the chair, looked at the chessboard, and stroked his beard.
Lu Fan leaned against the wheelchair, and the two sat opposite each other with the chessboard between them.
Yi Yue poured wine for Lu Fan and the Imperial Master respectively. The brewed wine gave off a hot smell and the sour taste of green plums.
"Master, would you and I play a game of chess?"
Lu Fan laughed.
The master stroked his beard, squinted his eyes and sipped the wine, his face full of satisfaction.
Wine tasting and chess playing.
This kind of day really makes the master enjoy it.
As pieces were placed on the board, crisp "click" sounds rang out one after another.
The two of them played chess, drank wine, and chatted about family matters.
The sandalwood slowly rises, exuding a calming scent.
The game of chess is over.
The chessboard was filled with black and white pieces. Lu Fan threw the black piece he had picked up back into the chess box with some regret.
"Master, your chess skills are superb, and I am willing to admit that you are better than me."
Lu Fan smiled bitterly.
Although he had the chess manual "Yi Tian Shi", he had spent too little time studying it, and was still a little behind when playing against a national-level chess player like Fu Zi.
Ni Yu on the side had already widened his eyes.
Something is not right!
How did the young master's chess skills become so strong? The imperial teacher held the wine glass, coughed slightly, and looked bleak, with a sense of old age.
"There are only two or three people in the world who can play chess with me. Ping An, after seeing you today, I have really impressed you. Soon, when your chess skills are perfect and you can conquer mountains and rivers, I am afraid I will no longer be your opponent."
Lu Fan smiled.
The wine in the glass in the Imperial Master's hand had already gone cold. Yi Yue wanted to add some hot wine, but the Imperial Master waved his hand to refuse.
Putting down the wine glass, the Imperial Master hid his hands in his wide sleeves and looked at Lu Fan with a deep and cloudy gaze.
"Ping An, I have a few questions...I want you to answer them."
"If I don't ask now, I'm afraid I won't have a chance..."
The national teacher said, his tone a little bleak, his hair was white, and the age spots on his skin seemed to be even heavier.
Lu Fan raised his eyebrows, lowered his hands, and smoothed the thin wool blanket covering his legs.
"Master, what doubts do you have?" Lu Fan asked calmly.
The national teacher smiled, his eyes deep, and looked at the island through the attic.
Suddenly, he seemed to see three strange air currents moving around the island.
"Build up power, destroy the aristocratic family, kill the hundred families... What is your purpose?"
"The Great Zhou is now in turmoil and in danger, and heroes are rising up in the arena and in the government."
The Imperial Master slumped in his chair, coughing.
"Ping An, do you have any ideas about this world?"
This question is very explicit and its purpose is not concealed.
What he was exploring was Lu Fan's ambition, the ambition of a mature God-given person.
Nie Zhangqing, Ning Zhao, Yi Yue and the others all paused in their breathing.
Lu Fan slowly raised his head and looked at the Imperial Master.
The two glances collided silently in the air.
The scent of sandalwood is lingering.
On the attic terrace, Lu Fan's elegant voice suddenly rang out.
"I built my power to provide for the elderly, destroyed the aristocratic families, and killed the disciples of the Hundred Families because they provoked me."
"If you don't provoke me."
"Whatever happens to the rivers and lakes, the court, and the world, it's none of my business."
"After all, I, Lu Ping'an, have a good temper."
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