Building The Ultimate Fantasy

"Li Sansui (identity: Taoist disciple) entered the preaching platform."

"Mo Ju (identity: disciple of Confucianism) enters the preaching platform."

"Sima Qingshan (identity: a poor painter in Nanjin City) entered the preaching platform."

...

Lines of reminder text rolled in front of Lu Fan's eyes.

Lu Fan, who was accustomed to it, watched calmly.

[Preacher Platform] Since the last time he recruited newcomers, there has been no change for a long time. Now, after he broke through to the third level of Qi training, he started to recruit newcomers again.

This made Lu Fan can't help but guess, maybe, if he advances through qi refining, maybe there will be a pull from a newcomer?

Of course, this was Lu Fan's guess, and it was very likely that all of this was just a coincidence.

Among these three names, two were no strangers to Lu Fan.

"Li Sansui, that little nun from Daozong?"

"Mo Ju... um? A disciple of Confucianism? This guy... isn't a Mo family, a counselor of Tantaixuan, how did he become a disciple of Confucianism?"

Lu Fan looked at the first two names first, and he had some impressions of Li Sansui, but he didn't expect that the Preaching Platform would actually pull her in this time.

Li Sansui has already obtained the fairy fate, and the cultivation level is not weak.

It was quite beyond Lu Fan's expectation that he would be brought here by the preaching platform.

But what surprised Lu Fan even more was... Mo Ju's identity.

"A disciple of Confucianism... this guy is dishonest."

Lu Fan thought about it.

Mo Ju is Tantai Xuan's counselor, he came from the Mohist school, but he became a disciple of Confucianism...

Lu Fan didn't think there would be a wrong mark on the [Preaching Platform].

Smiling, Lu Fan didn't think about it any more.

Mind entered the 【Preaching Platform】.

While the aura was rolling, in the center of the preaching platform, there were three blurred figures that slowly gathered, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

Li Sansui frowned, she looked down at her blurred figure, it was obviously not her real body, but the feeling was exactly the same as her real body.

There are two other people beside him, one of them looks like a scholar, with one hand behind his back, and the other gently raised in front of his lower abdomen.

On the other side, there was another person who was showing fear, and crouched on the ground in fright as soon as he entered.

"This is where?"

Li Sansui was curious.

In the secret territory of Longmen?

It's not like, such a rich aura can't be compared with the Longmen Secret Realm.

In the center of the space, there is an eight trigrams formation platform floating, on which, dense air gathers and stacks, and soon, a figure of immortal demeanor is condensed.

Sitting upright in the center of the formation, the aura lingers, ethereal and dusty.

"A newcomer is here..."

Lu Fan said lightly.

His voice lingered throughout the space of the preaching platform, making Li Sansui and Mo Ju slightly startled, while the poor painter named Sima Qingshan was full of panic.

Every time the preaching platform is opened, it seems that there will always be strange things mixed in.

This time it was fine.

However, Sima Qingshan is a painter, why should he be poor on purpose?

Lu Fan complained a little about the introduction.

"This is the secret place of preaching, you can all get the fairy fate, rain and dew, remember, don't reveal each other's identities, so as not to cause the backlash of the heavens and fall into the Nine Nether Purgatory forever."

Lu Fan spoke the formulaic opening remarks quite skillfully.

However, the effect is as good as ever.

When Li was three years old, Mo Ju became agitated when he heard this.

Sima Qingshan's face turned pale with fright, and immediately knelt down on the ground, kowtowing to Lu Fan who was sitting on the gossip formation.

"Immortal, let me go, I am just a poor painter, I have no money, I have nothing, let me go!"

Li Sansui didn't pay much attention to Sima Qingshan's actions.

Sima Qingshan's reaction was the reaction a normal person should have.

Mo Ju was curious.

He raised his head and looked at Lu Fan who was sitting on the Sendai.

Compared with Bai Qingniao's sensible group, this group of immortals are very arrogant.

Li Sansui already had the cultivation base of a practitioner, so Yiran looked directly at Lu Fan without fear.

Mo Ju was also curious.

Lu Fan smiled lightly.

Gently flick your sleeves.

boom!

Inside the preaching platform, a terrifying pressure suddenly broke out.

Mo Ju and Li Sansui couldn't control it, and they knelt down on the ground, smashing their knees to the ground, causing waves of spiritual energy in the pulpit to scatter in all directions.

Behind Lu Fan, there are fairy towers, Feiliu waterfalls, five-clawed flying dragons, and other mysterious states.

It is their fairy fate to be able to enter the preaching platform.

Lu Fan didn't bother to talk nonsense.

Continue to flick.

The runes danced rapidly all over his body, transforming into thousands, as if constructing a misty and gorgeous world.

Li Sansui knelt down on the ground, raised her head, and opened her mouth to say something.

However, no words have yet been spoken.

A ray of white light rushed into her brow, making her feel as if her mind was about to explode.

"Go."

Lu Fan said lightly.

Li Sansui's body exploded and disappeared.

His eyes fell on Mo Ju, a disciple of Confucianism?

Lu Fan also used runes to construct a practice method, specializing in the cultivation of righteousness, and passed it on to Mo Ju.

Mo Ju sensed the chapters that emerged in his mind, and his expression suddenly became a little weird.

He opened his mouth, but Lu Fan waved him away without waiting for him to answer.

In the end, only Sima Qingshan, who was kneeling on the ground and almost crying out of fright, was left in the preaching platform.

"Anyone who can enter this place can ask for a fairy fate once. What fairy fate do you want?"

When Lu Fan spoke, his voice was ethereal, lingering in the pavilions of Sendai.

Sima Qingshan trembled.

But he was so nervous that he couldn't even speak.

The preaching platform suddenly became quiet.

Lu Fan was speechless.

Afterwards, without waiting for Sima Qingshan to open his mouth, he waved his hands directly, allowing the runes to construct a practice technique, accompanied by a ray of spiritual energy, which sank into Sima Qingshan's eyebrows.

Afterwards, Sima Qingshan's body was torn apart.

"Done and call it a day."

The corner of Lu Fan's mouth twitched, and he withdrew from the pulpit.

Fragrance rose in the house.

Lu Fan opened his eyes, and took out the bronze wine glass. The wine in the glass was already a little cold, but Lu Fan didn't care, and drank it all in one gulp.

Outside, it was still raining heavily, torrentially.

The sky was gray, as if it had been sprinkled with light ink.

He took out the Reiatsu chessboard again.

The black and white chess boxes were set up, Lu Fan held the white pieces and stroked them lightly.

"The chess record "Yi Tianshi" has a total of nine games. I have set up the game of mountains and rivers. Now that I have broken through to the third level of Qi Refining, maybe I can try a new game."

Lu Fan murmured.

Afterwards, the slender palm lightly brushed over the spotless Reiatsu board.

Bai Zi fell.

"The second game of "Yi Tian Shi", the wind and rain game."

In the leisurely attic.

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, with the Reiatsu chessboard in front of him, and he kept dropping the chessboard.

Lu Fan's eyes were full of surprise, and he was concentrating.

Lu Fan's chess skills were not weak after playing the game of mountains and rivers, but now this game of wind and rain made Lu Fan even more amazed.

During the fall, Lu Fan's soul strength began to continuously condense.

...

Daozong, inside the small bamboo building.

Li Sansui opened his eyes.

The wind in the bamboo forest is a bit chilly, and the sun shining through the bamboo leaves can't dispel the bone-chilling chill.

"Xianyuan..."

"this is……"

Li Sansui was a little startled, his rosy mouth opened slightly, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

She stood up and paced around the bamboo building.

What Lu Fan passed on to her was not some way of cultivating immortality, but... a variety of strange ways of Taoism.

Li Sansui had a battle with Nie Changqing. During that battle, Lu Fan saw Li Sansui's talent. She seemed to be naturally sensitive to Taoism.

Actually based on Longmen, Nongyun was involved to become Yunlong.

Therefore, Lu Fan taught Li Sansui the Taoist practice. Lu Fan himself was too lazy to study the Taoism, so he could only create a beginning for Li Sansui to study it carefully.

Li Sansui walked out of the bamboo building.

In the bamboo forest, the fallen leaves were falling and piled up continuously, exuding a musty smell.

Li Sansui had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

She is like a child who has discovered a new toy, her face is full of surprise.

She raised her hand and pinched the seals one by one.

"Dry printing."

Li Sansui drank lightly, and the aura in the Qi Pill flowed rapidly.

The bamboo leaves on the ground flew up and rolled continuously in the air, and soon, they were stacked into a small bamboo leaf figure.

Following Li Sansui's will, the Zhuye people can actually perform martial arts and attack, although they are not very proficient, after all, it is the first time Li Sansui has mastered it.

"Taoism, this is Taoism..."

Lee three-year-old surprise.

On the opposite side of the bamboo building, the door opened.

Xie Yunling seemed to have aged a lot.

He saw that Li Sansui was pinching seal formulas with his hands, the bamboo leaves were piled up into armor, and he walked in armor, he could punch out of thin air and perform martial arts.

Xie Yunling was startled.

"My lord."

Seeing Xie Yunling, Li Sansui accepted the Taoism, and the bamboo leaves collapsed and turned into floating leaves, withered and powerless.

"Immortal method?"

Xie Yunling coughed and asked.

Li Sansui was stunned, and nodded: "Once upon a time, I got an inheritance from an immortal, and call it... Taoism."

Taoism...

Xie Yunling smiled, looking at Li Sansui with kind eyes.

"Three years old."

Xie Yunling said.

"Call me Mochou." Li Sansui was very cold.

Xie Yunling froze, "Okay, three years old."

"I want to go out once, if I can't come back, the next son of Daozong will be you."

Li Sansui frowned, "Why is it me, my brother, who will be the next master?"

Xie Yunling waved his hand: "You are more suitable to be the head of the Dao Sect than Sansi. Your brother went to the frontier. He loves freedom all his life, so he is not suitable to be the head of the Dao Sect."

Li Sansui pursed his lips, indeed, Li Sansi was not very reliable.

"Where are you going?"

Li Sansui asked.

Xie Yunling hunched over, stepped on the soft ground piled with fallen leaves, and smiled.

"Bai Yujing has great ambitions."

"The old man is going to see if he has the strength to carry this ambition."

Xie Yunling smiled deeply.

"So... where are you going?"

Li Sansui continued to ask blankly, can you be more straightforward?

Xie Yunling held back a mouthful of blood, and glanced at Li Sansui.

"Find some old guys and go to Beiluo together."

Li Sansui raised his eyebrows, combined with Xie Yunling's previous entrustment words, he couldn't help saying: "Go to Beiluo? Are you going to die?"

Xie Yunling almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He waved his hand, really too lazy to say anything to Li Sansui.

...

North County.

In the military tent.

Mo Ju of the Feather Fan Towel opened his eyes strangely.

"Xianyuan..."

"It's different from the secret realm of Crouching Dragon Ridge and the Eight Great Dragon Gate Secret Realms... This fairy fate seems to be passed down directly from the immortals. Those who suddenly obtained the fairy fate, such as the Bawang and the young master of Beiluolu, must be because of this way."

Mo Ju turned his thoughts and analyzed.

Immortal?

Beiluo Lu Ping'an often said that he was fighting with immortals, but was this immortal the one he was fighting against?

Mo Ju suddenly admired Lu Pingan a little. In that weird place, facing the high-ranking immortal, Mo Ju didn't even have the intention of resisting.

But Lu Ping'an wanted to fight immortals.

"But why... the immortals taught me... the Confucian way of cultivating awe-inspiring energy?"

"The fairy... knows everything?"