Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Nanjun, Nanjin City.

Nanjin City is located on the edge of Nanjun, across dozens of miles is the border of Nanman.

It is said that the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is hazy, and Nanjin City, located on the edge of Nanjun, is shrouded in drizzle all year round, with a poetic and picturesque scenery.

For some Confucian scholars and scholars, in such weather, it is most suitable to take an oil-paper umbrella and walk on the curved arch bridge, which can show elegance without soaking the blue shirt.

Sima Qingshan didn't like this kind of weather.

Because the ink made in this kind of weather is difficult to dry, and it will be blurred when rolled up.

Once a painting is pasted, it is not even eligible to set up a stall to sell it.

He is a painter, a poor painter.

Make a living by selling paintings.

Sima Qingshan opened his eyes in horror, and there were pairs of big eyes around him, staring at him curiously.

"Brother Qingshan, you have caught a cold. Dad caught a fat fish tonight and made hot fish soup. Let me bring you a bowl."

A little girl with braids and a patched shirt on her body smiled.

A few children around also opened their mouths, chattering, and Sima Qingshan felt a little headache for a while.

These children are all children of poor families in Nanjin City.

Sima Qingshan taught these children free of charge, teaching them literacy and painting, so that they can stand out in the future and change their destiny.

"Go back, don't worry your parents, remember to come to study on time tomorrow."

Sima Qingshan frightened and played with the children for a while.

The children left immediately chattering away.

After closing the leaking door, Sima Qingshan let out a sigh of relief. He is a poor painter and can only support himself with painting.

He grew up in Nanjin City since he was a child, and now his parents have both died of illness, so Sima Qingshan can only rely on himself.

"Immortal... preaching?"

Sima Qingshan rubbed his eyebrows.

Suffering from the cold, he fell asleep just after taking the medicine brewed from the doctor. During this sleep, he actually had such a strange dream.

"Where can there be immortals in the world..."

Sima Qingshan shook his head, he walked to the dilapidated dining table, and picked up the steaming hot fish soup on it.

Poor children are already in charge of their families. Although these children are young, they are very sensible.

Take a sip of fish soup, the hot soup rolls into your throat, like a warm current, dispelling the chill brought by the hazy rainy day.

After drinking the fish soup, Sima Qingshan felt a lot of strength.

Especially in the lower abdomen, there is a faint heat flow.

He went to the study and said that the study was just an old firewood house.

Carefully lighting the oil lamp, it was dimly lit.

Sima Qingshan rubbed the ink lightly.

Spread out your fingers, and the tip of the pen is dyed with ink.

The nib of the pen outlines an elegant outline, and the stroke of the pen changes from thick to light, drawing a picture of a lady on the paper leisurely.

The strokes of the pen are like flowing clouds and flowing water, dyeing the ink, and writing the pen, all in one go.

Suddenly.

Sima Qingshan paused for a moment.

"When did I... know how to draw like this?!"

He took a step back in horror, looking at the patterns on the scroll, his heart trembled.

Looking at the pen shaking hands, I feel inexplicable fear.

In my mind, there is a faintly beautiful scroll unfolding slowly.

It was as if the sound of the Great Dao of a fairy was roaring.

Sima Qingshan's face turned red, and a stream of heat surged from his lower abdomen, wrapping around the tip of the pen.

The tip of the pen touches the picture of a lady on the paper, but the person in the picture seems to come alive.

...

imperial capital.

Tang Xiansheng changed his clothes and took Tang Yimo to Zijin Palace.

His face was very calm, as if he was not the one who was assassinated.

Jiang Li walked ahead and led Tang Xiansheng into the Zijin Palace, but Tang Yimo was stopped by Jiang Li outside the palace.

"Prefect Tang, His Majesty only allows you to enter alone."

River Li Road.

Tang Xiansheng squinted his eyes, patted Tang Yimo's shoulder, and then stepped into the palace.

The wooden door carved with vermilion and inlaid with gold leaf was closed, blocking the sight of Tang Yimo and Jiang Li.

Jiang Li took off his helmet and glanced at Tang Yimo, who was on the long street before,

Tang Yimo's powerful fighting power surprised Jiang Li.

"Are you a practitioner?"

Jiang Li asked.

Tang Yimo hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Are you Tang Xiansheng's confidence to enter the capital? But you are indeed very strong. Although you are not as good as the few practitioners I have met, you are already very good."

Jiang Li praised.

Tang Yimo glanced at Jiang Li, nodded slightly, and remained silent.

Jiang Li was a little interested. Tang Yimo didn't have any desire to compete for what he said.

"You don't want to know, who are the practitioners who I said are better than you?"

River Li Road.

Tang Yimo shook his head: "So what if I know? The purpose of my practice is to protect my mother and sister. There is nothing to argue about. No matter how strong they are, as long as they don't harm my mother and my sister, it has nothing to do with me."

Jiang Li glanced at Tang Yimo in surprise.

This person is interesting.

Inside the Zijin Palace.

Tang Xiansheng bowed his hands and walked in small steps.

"My humble minister Tang Xiansheng, I have met His Majesty."

On the slightly dim dragon chair, Yu Wenxiu sat upright.

Tang Xiansheng didn't raise his head, like a lowly courtier tremblingly waiting for the king's judgment.

The sound of laughter came from the dragon chair.

Yu Wenxiu stepped down from the high position and helped Tang Xiansheng up.

"Tang Aiqing, it's really hard work to love Qing after traveling thousands of miles to the Imperial Capital."

Yu Wenxiu laughed.

"It is my honor to meet Your Majesty."

Tang Xiansheng narrowed his eyes and clasped his hands.

The two talked a lot in the Zijin Palace, and the torrential rain outside kept venting.

finally.

The wooden door opened.

Tang Xiansheng stepped forward.

"Jiang Aiqing, Tang Taishou was assassinated by an assassin when he first entered the Imperial Capital, and now he is terrified. You send someone to protect Tang Taishou, and at the same time, the entire Imperial Capital searches for the assassin! You must find the assassin, so that Tang Taishou can feel at ease!"

Yu Wenxiu's words came from the Zijin Palace.

Jiang Li frowned slightly, but he didn't say much.

He arched his hands and said, "Here."

Tang Xiansheng smiled enthusiastically, and left with Tang Yimo's support.

Jiang Li took a deep look into the depths of the palace.

It seems that the emperor really decided to join forces with Tang Xiansheng, or, from the very beginning, Yu Wenxiu's purpose was to join forces with Tang Xiansheng, even at the expense of... an assassination.

Jiang Li recognized that the assassin who blocked him was the old eunuch who had obtained a fairy fate in the Dragon Gate.

The other assassins are also members of the Black Dragon Guard.

No wonder it gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Tang Xiansheng...is a smiling tiger, His Majesty joining hands with him...is a misfortune rather than a blessing."

Jiang Li shook his head.

The situation that was originally stabilized became turbulent again following Yu Wenxiu's actions.

Dazhou and Nanjun teamed up, which is equivalent to sending a signal to the world.

Naturally, Xijun and Beijun could not sit still.

...

Xie Yunling wore a Taoist robe, went down Tiandang Mountain, bought a horse in Nanjiang City, and rode the horse to Zhongnan Mountain in Nanjun.

Zhongnan Mountain is a bit less steep than Tiandang Mountain.

It wasn't the first time Xie Yunling came here, he seemed to be a little familiar with the road, stepping on the bluestones and constantly climbing up.

After entering a rather luxurious pavilion, led by a sword boy, he walked through the old corridor, walked over the old wooden bridge, and went up to the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain.

There are small bridges and flowing water in the back mountain.

There is a wooden building quietly located in it.

However, before Xie Yunling got close to the wooden house, a faint laughter came from inside the house, with a bit of sharpness.

"What day is it today? Why are there so many old guys looking for this old man?"

Accompanied by laughter.

Inside the wooden house, two figures walked out.

A person with a hunched back, with metal armor on his arms and coarse linen clothes, looks somewhat unfathomable.

"Guardians, Gong Shuyu, you old bastard, didn't you hang out with Mo Beike, why did you come to Zhongnan Mountain?"

Seeing this figure, Xie Yunling's eyes were fixed, and he couldn't help saying.

The short, hunched figure spoke with a hoarse voice, as if the sound of gauze rubbing against a stone.

"Xiang Shaoyun led the army of the Western Commandery to break through the organ city, and my organ family suffered heavy losses...the Mo family suffered even more."

"Xiang Shaoyun got the fairy fate...it's no longer the overlord who only knew brute force. It's normal that the mechanism city can't be defended. The mechanism city is a sharp weapon against warriors, but against practitioners...it's very weak."

Xie Yunling said.

"Humph……"

Gong Shuyu snorted unwillingly.

"Hahaha, don't make any noise, it's rare for us old bones to get together, so why bother arguing?"

A gentle voice came.

The white-haired old man in brocade clothes smiled at Xie Yunling and Gong Shuyu.

This person is exactly the purpose of Xie Yunling's trip.

The disciples of the Zhongnan Sword School, the sword sage Hua Dongliu.

Dao Sect, Sword Sect, Trick Sect... the three great schools of thought, the masters of the three schools of thought, unexpectedly met in the small wooden hut at the back of Zhongnan Mountain.

If this scene is known to the world, it may cause several shocks.

"Lao Hua, the Dao Sect and the Sword Sect have always been in harmony, and you and I are in Nanjun, so you should be aware of what my Dao Sect has experienced, right?"

Xie Yunling glanced at the white-haired old man and said.

"Naturally, I know, just now I was talking about you with Gongshu..."

"The majestic Taoist sect can't stop an abandoned disciple from five years ago." Hua Dongliu laughed.

Xie Yunling didn't care.

"It's just that the skills are not as good as people's. If you lose, you will lose. What's so funny? Talented people come out from generation to generation...it's normal."

"I came to you today to remind you that Bai Yujing's ambitions are not small..."

Xie Yunling said.

"Bai Yujing wants to subdue my Taoist sect. After Daozong... is the Sword Sect. The Tianji family has been subdued by him and renamed Tianji Pavilion. He wants to be a force that surpasses all schools of thought."

"My Taoist sect can't stop Bai Yujing, do you think the Sword Sect can stop it? If I remember correctly, several of the Sword Sect's seven heroes died in Beiluo City."

Gong Shuyu glanced at Huadongliu.

"Old Xie, tell me straight up, what do you mean by coming to me?"

Huadongliu said lightly.

Xie Yunling smiled, raised his hand, and a wisp of spiritual energy lingered in his palm.

"I want to go to Beiluo City and meet the legendary Lu Ping'an for a while..."

"You two, do you want to go for a walk together? Meet this magnificent Young Master Lu."

"If we old bones don't move any longer, we will really turn into a pile of loess, life will come to an end, and the era of various schools of thought will also be a thing of the past. Wait, are you willing?"

Xie Yunling's gaze was a bit complicated.

Hua Dongliu was silent.

He didn't expect that Xie Yunling came to him to break into Beiluo.

The three son-level existences went to Beiluo together...

This is afraid to shake the world.

"Count me in."

suddenly.

The short, iron-clad Gong Shuyu spoke.

Hua Dongliu was taken aback, but then couldn't help but smile.

"In that case, my sword sage, Hua Dongliu, will go to Beiluo... just to see the strength of Lu Pingan, the number one practitioner in the world."

The Huadong Liu discourse fell.

With one hand behind his back, his fine clothes fluttered.

He raised his hand and waved it violently.

With a clang, a stream of light suddenly shot out from the wooden house.

The long sword was inserted into the ground in front of Hua Dongliu, shaking slightly.

The bright sword body reflected the figures of the Huadongliu and other three master-level beings.

PS: I have to go out later, if I come back early, I will write another chapter~ Ask for a monthly ticket!