Chapter 94 The Master Asks You to Continue

This is Lu Fan’s first time in seclusion.

In one day and one night, he constructed a new secret realm in the [Preaching Platform] and combined the "Dragon Breeding Land" with the new secret realm.

This is a huge project that requires constant improvement.

If the secret realm of the Wolongling Fairy Palace can only be regarded as a small-scale operation, then the construction of this secret realm is a real big deal.

After all, Lu Fan planned that after this secret realm ends, a cultivator capable of entering the Ti Zang realm will be born.

As for the secret realm, Lu Fan has not yet released it and it is still kept in the [Preaching Platform], waiting for the right opportunity.

He opened his eyes and saw a gentle breeze blowing his white shirt.

Let out a breath gently.

Lu Fan raised his hand and rubbed his temple.

Constructing a secret realm requires a huge amount of soul strength, especially this time of perfecting a large secret realm, which makes Lu Fan's mind a little hazy.

With a casual wave of his hand, the bronze wine glass on the red wood carved table floated over.

The wine in the cup had already gone cold, and since Lu Fan was in seclusion, Ning Zhao didn't dare to drink the hot wine without permission.

He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. The cold and sour taste made Lu Fan's mind slightly clearer.

Then, his mind moved, and words came from outside the island along with the wind and poured into his ears.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows.

Under the Baiyujing Tower.

Nie Zhangqing stood with a sword slung over his shoulder, his whole body filled with sword intent.

He guarded the pavilion and would not let anyone take even a step beyond. The same went for Ning Zhao and Yi Yue.

As for Ni Yu in the distance, he had a sachet filled with pills and was sitting on a stone slab, knocking on the pills one by one.

The young master told her to practice while eating...

She really did it.

Jing Yue was standing aside, carrying a yellow pear wood sword case on his back, staring at Ni Yu with great resentment... and the pill in his hand.

After taking the Qi Gathering Pill, Jing Yue also successfully condensed his Qi and entered the Qi Dan realm.

He could never forget that wonderful feeling.

suddenly.

On the island, the huge oppression dissipated.

Everyone was startled and looked up at the second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion.

However, on the terrace, a young man in white shirt was leaning against the railing, listening to the wind, and smiling at the people below.

"The young master has come out of seclusion!"

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue looked at each other and were both delighted.

If the young master doesn't come out, Beiluo City may be in chaos.

Ning Zhao, in her fluttering white skirt, floated up to the second floor and pushed her wheelchair down the stairs.

"Sir, the emperor left the capital to come and see you in person, but was stopped by us. He is now waiting in Beiluo City..."

Ning Zhaodao.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, his elbow resting on the hand guard, rubbing his temple gently.

"I know."

Lu Fan's answer was very calm.

Ning Zhao was stunned.

"Sister Ning, find me a fishing rod..."

Lu Fan suddenly said.

Ning Zhao was stunned, and Nie Zhangqing, who was carrying a butcher knife, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Sir, you want to go fishing?"

Nie Zhangqing asked.

Lu Fan nodded slightly and looked at the Beiluo Lake in front of him. The breeze was blowing gently, making the lake surface sparkle.

Beiluo Lake is the first "dragon-raising place" pointed out by Lu Fan.

“Yes.”

Ning Zhao didn't ask too many questions and quickly went to look for a fishing rod.

"Sir, the emperor is waiting for you, aren't you going to see him?"

Nie Zhangqing asked, his white robe fluttering.

Lu Fan rubbed his temple and closed his eyes slightly.

"Wait until I finish my work, sir."

Nie Zhangqing stopped talking immediately.

The atmosphere became somewhat quiet, with only the sound of the lake breeze blowing and the distant chrysanthemums swaying in the wind.

“Click, click…”

Suddenly, a strange sound was heard.

Lu Fan opened his eyes and his sight shifted slightly to the direction where the sound came from.

Ni Yu stared, took out a sugar-coated Qi Gathering Pill from the bulging sachet, put it in his mouth, and bit down. It made a crisp sound.

It looks like... eating candy beans.

Ni Yu felt a little scared by Lu Fan's gaze. His hands were shaking, and he cautiously pulled out a sugar-coated Qi Gathering Pill from the brocade bag.

"Sir... would you like one?"

The corner of Lu Fan's mouth twitched and he waved his hand.

"Eat well, eat more, and remember to find a place where no one is around after you finish eating..."

Ni Yu was slightly confused.

soon.

Ning Zhao returns.

Lu Fan took the fishing rod, which was a very ordinary fishing rod. He pinched the curved and sharp fish hook, pressed it with his fair fingers, and slowly applied force, and actually straightened the fish hook into a sharp straight hook.

"Sir...how do you fish with a straight hook?"

Ning Zhao was stunned.

Lu Fan smiled but said nothing.

Alone in a boat, Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair at the bow and threw out the fishing line and hook. With a "dong" sound, the hook entered the water, creating ripples.

Nie Zhangqing, Ning Zhao, Yi Yue and others stood on another lonely boat.

Looking at Lu Fan fishing in the lake with a straight hook fishing rod.

…

The shore of Beiluo Lake was already in chaos.

Lu Changkong had a cold face. Luo Cheng behind him stared at the officials kneeling on the ground with murderous intent in his eyes.

Who are these shitty officials scolding? Who is the demon?!

There was no movement in the emperor's carriage.

"Everyone, be careful with your words."

Lu Changkong said with a cold face as he looked at the ministers who were kneeling on the ground, beating their chests and stamping their feet.

The old eunuch standing beside the emperor's carriage also hummed softly.

"A country cannot be without a ruler for a day. Your Majesty has been in Beiluo for two days, and the Imperial Capital has already been in chaos."

"Now that the bandits have just retreated, the Great Zhou Dynasty has a lot of work to do. Your Majesty, how can you wait here for the evildoer!"

"Your Majesty, please turn back!"

A fat old man in gorgeous clothes was kneeling on the ground, with a big belly, crying and wailing with tears streaming down his face.

"What virtue and ability does Lu Ping'an have to make His Majesty wait like this!"

"Although Lu Ping'an has made great achievements, he is a minister and Your Majesty is the monarch. The relationship between the monarch and the minister must not be disrupted!"

Officials of the Zhou Dynasty continued to persuade him.

Outside Beiluo City, carriages were galloping and smoke and dust were rolling.

Carriages loaded with officials entered Beiluo. All of these officials wanted to persuade the emperor to change his ways. If they could persuade him, their names would naturally go down in history.

However, the emperor in the carriage remained motionless.

Only the slight shaking of the carriage made the old eunuch aware of the unrest of the people in the carriage.

…

The original camp was thirty miles outside Chicheng.

Mo Beike held the letter in his hand, and his heavy eye bags trembled slightly.

"Beiluo Lu is in seclusion, the emperor is standing by the lake waiting for him, and all the officials and ministers are in Beiluo, weeping and urging him to return to the capital..."

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A faint sneer came out of Mo Beike's mouth.

Tan Tai Xuan sat in the first seat, and Mo Ju gently waved his feather fan, also revealing a sneer.

"The officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty are a bunch of pedantic people. They are good at scheming against each other, but when it comes to national affairs... they are just a bunch of ignorant and stupid dogs." Mo Ju said mercilessly.

Tan Tai Xuan leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Now what we are fighting for is time..."

"Xiang Shaoyun led a large army from Xijun, but if we enter the imperial capital first and have six defensive cities, we will be invincible. Even if the Xiliang Iron Cavalry is known as the best army in the Great Zhou, they will be helpless."

Tan Tai Xuan Dao.

Mo Beike nodded slightly.

"The capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty is now equivalent to a pot of boiling hot porridge. When it reaches the critical point, it will naturally explode..."

"What if the emperor asks Lu Ping'an to move?"

"The world's general trend... is irreversible."

Mobei Kedao.

…

A dragon-raising land, as the name suggests, is a place that nurtures celestial dragons.

The island in the middle of the lake is the base of Baiyujing. Lu Fan released spiritual energy, causing the surrounding Beiluo Lake to also become blurred.

If we were to ask where in the world there is a truly beautiful place, Beiluo Lake would be one of them.

Moreover, Beiluo Lake is a place for raising dragons, and the dragons raised can also guard the house, so why not? The mist of the lake lingers on the surface of the lake.

As Lu Fan, who was fishing alone in a boat, was feeling very excited, a large number of fish gathered in the lake and fluttered under his boat.

All things have spirits, and these swimming fish seem to sense something.

They chase the straight hook even if there is no bait on it.

But the fishhook was like the most delicious thing in the world, attracting them.

Lu Fan was very calm, setting up the game of mountains and rivers on one side and holding the fishing rod on the other.

No matter how the fish in the lake chase it, the fishing rod remains motionless.

The mist is getting thicker.

The hazy lonely boat and the young man in white shirt are blurred.

Ning Zhao, Nie Zhangqing and the others could no longer see Lu Fan's figure.

for a long time.

The flapping sound of the swimming fish stopped.

Lu Fan's faint voice came from the thick fog.

"Sister Ning, let the emperor come over..."

On the boat, Ning Zhao's long black hair fluttered in the wind.

She tucked her black hair behind her ears and opened her red lips slightly, "Yes."

Afterwards, Ning Zhao took light steps, and her white embroidered shoes created ripples on the lake surface. She actually walked towards the lakeside just like that.

After Ning Zhao left.

Lu Fan, who was hidden in the mist, seemed to think for a while.

Then he said, "Old Nie, Yi Yue..."

"exist."

Yi Yue hurriedly bowed, and Nie Zhangqing clasped his hands with a knife.

"Beiluo is not the capital, they can't talk nonsense."

"But you have a good temper, sir. Let them continue talking..."

Lu Fan's calm voice came, accompanied by the sound of chess pieces falling.

Yi Yue and Nie Zhangqing narrowed their eyes.

The two left by boat.

In the center of the lake, only Lu Fan's boat was floating.

…

On the shore of Beiluo Lake.

Ning Zhao walked on the surface of the lake, coming gracefully like a banished immortal.

Many officials were stunned and their cursing stopped slightly.

"Your Majesty, the young master invites you."

Ning Zhao stood on the lake and bowed slightly.

In the emperor's carriage, Yuwen Xiu suddenly lifted the curtain, and excitement flashed in his eyes.

The old eunuch helped Yuwen Xiu get off the carriage and board the boat that had been prepared.

"Your Majesty, you can't do that!"

"Don't be deceived by the evildoer! The evildoer is ruining the country! The Great Zhou will perish!"

"Lu Ping'an is such a despicable kid! He is ruining the country! He is ruining the country!"

One by one, the ministers began to cry and beat their chests and stamp their feet.

Ning Zhao looked at him indifferently.

On the boat, Yuwen Xiu clenched his fists and his face turned red.

The old eunuch flicked his whisk, his face extremely ugly. These guys saw that Your Majesty was weak... and became even more aggressive! Suddenly.

In the misty lake.

A lone boat came speeding over, raising white waves like a tumbling white snake.

Yi Yue and Nie Zhangqing jumped out of the lone boat and landed steadily in front of the kneeling ministers.

Yu Wenxiu, who got on board, was startled and looked back.

The old eunuch shook the whisk in his hand, and there was... murderous intent! Nie Zhangqing's white robe fluttered lightly in the wind.

The butcher knife in his arms flew out and turned into a black light. It swept across a minister who was beating his chest and stamping his feet, cursing the evil spirit at lightning speed.

“Puff.”

The blood splattered three feet away.

The scolding stopped abruptly.

The blood from the butcher knife made them feel cold all over.

Nie Zhangqing controlled the butcher knife to turn slowly, raised the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "The young master has a good temper. He asked you to continue..."

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