Chapter 57: How can the heroes of the world be without my disciples of Baiyujing?

In the courtyard, it was very quiet, and the fallen leaves fluttered gently in the wind.

"Last year on this day, in this courtyard, the faces of people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red..."

Lu Fan looked at this beautiful scene while sitting in the wheelchair. He couldn't help but tap the hand guard with his fingers, as if smiling.

“Ahem…”

Lu Fan's voice was not concealed, and everyone couldn't help but look weird.

Mo Tianyu coughed, his voice weak but with a hint of anger: "Put...put me down!"

Jing Yue landed in the yard with the yellow pear wood sword case on his back, smiling freely.

"If you want me to put you down, why didn't you tell me earlier? How would I know to put you down if you didn't tell me earlier?"

"You are such a person, you are so obsessed with face that you suffer in vain. Can you stand steadily now? The young master asked me to hold you, do you think I want to hold you?"

"If you want me to put you down, don't hold me so tight."

Jing Yue chattered on and on.

Mo Tianyu's face flushed red because he was angry.

He stammered through his cracked lips, wanting to say something.

However, Jing Yue suddenly let go.

With a "bang", Mo Tianyu fell on his butt, and fell very... hard.

"Alright, alright, Tianyu, apologize to Ping An. We should go back to Beijing."

The Imperial Master put his hands in the sleeves of his wide robe and said.

On the ground, the half-dead Mo Tianyu stood up shakily. He felt a piercing pain in every part of his body.

He wasn't dead, he thought he was going to die.

The moment when Lu Fan's spiritual pressure was suppressed, the moment when he lost control of his own life, the moment when he was lingering on the edge of death.

Helplessness and fear destroyed his pride.

Mo Tianyu lowered his eyes, raised his hands tremblingly, folded his bloody hands, and bowed towards Lu Fan.

"Tianyu's crime is unforgivable. For the sake of the Master, I beg... Young Master Lu to forgive me."

Mo Tianyu took a deep breath, and the blood rushed into his throat, making him feel a little bitter.

In the wheelchair, Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand and placed the other hand on the thin wool blanket covering his legs.

The wind blew, blowing up Lu Fan's black hair, and the hair hanging down in front of his forehead fluttered gently.

"Go back and learn your skills from the Master, and... don't tell fortunes for others casually."

"Fortune-telling, you are really not suitable."

Lu Fan said.

Mo Tianyu's body trembled, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he felt as if his heart was stabbed by a dagger.

"Thank you, Young Master Lu, for your reminder."

Mo Tianyu bowed again.

The Imperial Master was somewhat surprised when he saw Mo Tianyu's appearance. It was indeed beyond his expectation that the once arrogant Mo Tianyu could be so humble.

It was as if he recognized his disciple for the first time.

It seems that this loss is not a bad thing for Mo Tianyu.

The imperial teacher left.

Mo Tianyu, covered in wounds, got on a carriage pulled by five horses and galloped out of Beiluo City.

The Imperial Master was quite satisfied with this trip to Beiluo City.

Lu Fan's strength made him understand what a true God-given person was.

Of course, he also learned from Lu Fan a new name, cultivator.

The National Master had a premonition that perhaps, the world of the future... would be the world of practitioners.

However, this is also an opportunity for the Great Zhou to turn the tables.

The Imperial Master trusted Lu Fan very much. He did not see any ambition in Lu Fan, or rather... the Great Zhou Dynasty alone could not bear Lu Fan's ambition.

Therefore, he was very satisfied with the trip.

What he was most worried about was that Lu Fan would covet the imperial power and, like the thirteen princes, gather a large army and split the Great Zhou.

If this is true, then the Great Zhou may really have no hope.

…

Outside Beiluo City, on the endless plain.

The sound of horse hooves exploded, raising a roar of dust into the sky.

The carriage was pulled by five horses, and the interior was shaking.

The Imperial Master sat cross-legged while Mo Tianyu lay flat on his back to recuperate. He stared at the ceiling of the carriage, speechless.

"Tianyu, do you harbor any hatred in your heart?"

The national teacher said slowly.

Looking at Mo Tianyu on the top of the carriage, his expression was somewhat dull.

"At first, they hated it, to the core. But... after being buried underground for years, the students no longer hated it and even felt a little grateful."

Mo Tianyu said in a hoarse voice.

A hint of surprise flashed across the imperial teacher's wrinkled face.

"oh?"

"You've changed."

Mo Tianyu twitched the corner of his mouth.

“Wandering between life and death, people can always figure out a lot and understand a lot.”

"Back then, I had high aspirations. Apart from the Master, no one in the world was in my eyes. In fact... it's a bit ridiculous now."

"Not to mention Young Master Lu of Beiluo and the other disciples of the Hundred Families, even Xiang Shaoyun, the Overlord of West County, and Jiang Li of Drunken Dragon City are not as good as me. Even... Junior Brother Kong Nanfei is not as good as me, Ma Chen. Thinking about my own arrogance, it is a bit ridiculous."

Mo Tianyu said slowly.

Inside the carriage, the smile on the Imperial Master's face grew more intense. He raised his hand to stroke his long beard, his expression gentle.

"It's not too late for you to realize this."

"From what you said, it seems that you have some criteria for classifying the heroes in the world. Can you tell me about it?"

The national teacher laughed.

The disciple is able to understand and be sensitive about things, so he will naturally be happy.

Mo Tianyu's eyes moved and he regained some vitality. He struggled to sit up from the carriage.

"The ranking of heroes in my mind does not include the hundreds of schools of thought."

"The leader must be the Overlord of West County, born with supernatural powers, invincible in martial arts, a great master warrior, unrivaled in the world."

"Second, the Mohist school. Mo Shougui, the son of Mo Beike, discarded the dregs of all schools of thought and embraced the essence of all schools of thought. He was unrivaled in his elegance and grace."

"The third one is Li Sansi, the first of the Dao Sect. He rode a green ox and a wooden sword, defeated 2,000 Western Rong cavalry, and recovered three border cities."

Mo Tianyu let out a breath and said.

The Imperial Master nodded with a smile on his face.

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

"Of course, now..."

Mo Tianyu looked out the window of the carriage, at the end of the plain, at the vertical smoke, and spoke slowly.

"Beiluo Lu Ping'an must be among the top three."

The Imperial Master also looked out the window.

There was no denying Mo Tianyu's words.

However, he recalled that the move on the island in the middle of the lake was like Lu Fan who was controlling the great power of the mountains and rivers.

He stroked his beard lightly, and the smile on his face became more meaningful.

Just a seat? The carriage roared.

A setting red sun was like a shy red face of a girl, reflecting the crimson glow and stretching the shadow of the carriage very long across the plain.

…

Night is approaching.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, casting a cool and clear light.

Beiluo City, Lu Mansion.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, playing with the pearl hairpin in his hand. Under the moonlight, his face was as white as jade, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he looked as graceful as a banished immortal.

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue stood gracefully behind Lu Fan.

Ni Yu was standing in the distance, carrying the chessboard with a look of grievance on his face, and doing a not-so-standard horse stance under the guidance of Nie Zhangqing.

Jing Yue looked at Ni Yu with a gloating expression on his face.

In the small pond, fishes flick their tails, creating ripples.

"Sister Ning, Old Nie..."

Lu Fan spoke slowly.

Nie Zhangqing walked over and spoke with Ning Zhao, "Master, what can I do for you?"

"You should also know about the secret realm of Wolongling Immortal Fate, right?"

Lu Fan said.

Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao were trembling physically and mentally.

"This is a huge opportunity for you... If all the heroes in the world gathered at Wolong Ridge, how confident are you that you can seize the opportunity?"

Lu Fan played with the white jade chess piece and spoke slowly.

Nie Zhangqing pondered for a while, and then bitterness and dejection flashed in his eyes.

"There's no certainty."

Nie Zhangqing said.

Ning Zhao was also somewhat helpless, because what Nie Zhangqing said was the truth.

"If you come in person, I will definitely have a good chance of success, but we... are still far weaker than the heroes of the world."

"Xiang Shaoyun, the Overlord of West County, was able to defeat a Grandmaster when he was only six years old, and now he has even reached the level of Grandmaster. It is unknown how strong he is. At least... even if Chang Qing has the Sword Controlling Technique, he is no match for him."

Ning Zhao remained silent. Nie Zhangqing was not his match, let alone her.

Even though she understood the young master's spiritual pressure, in the face of the absolute gap in strength, her spiritual pressure was completely useless.

"In addition to Xiang Shaoyun, there are also Mo Shougui from the Mohist School, Li Sansi from the Taoist School, and Ximen Xianzhi from the Sword School... If all of these people go, we won't have any chance."

Nie Zhangqing said truthfully.

The moon is dim.

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, and Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao couldn't see the expression on his face.

However, Lu Fan's sudden silence made them feel uneasy.

After a long time, Lu Fan smiled.

“Interesting.”

Then, he raised his hand. Under the moonlight, Lu Fan's palm looked like colored glaze.

He pointed far away in the direction of the island in the middle of the lake.

With his mind racing, he activated the authority [Spiritual Energy Release] and released 100 strands of spiritual energy into the island in the middle of the lake. The concentration of spiritual energy on the island in the middle of the lake suddenly increased a hundredfold to 10,000 strands.

Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao felt something in their hearts and looked towards the island in the middle of the lake in shock.

However, in the dark night, it seemed as if shooting stars were falling from the sky and surrounding the island in the middle of the lake.

The spiritual energy in their bodies became uncontrollably agitated.

In the wheelchair, Lu Fan clapped his hands and chuckled.

"Go, go to the island in the middle of the lake, and before the secret realm of Wolongling opens... at least raise your cultivation to the ninth level of Qidan realm for me."

"When the great roc soars with the wind, it soars up to ninety thousand miles."

"Among all the heroes in the world, how can I miss my disciples from Baiyujing?"

(End of this chapter)