All Heavens Start with Lu Xiaofeng

Chapter 491 The World, Double 1 Cultivation

into the night.

The moonlight swayed.

In Beimang territory, a bustling city.

Even though it is night, it is still noisy and bustling with lanterns hanging high, business travelers are constantly coming and going, and there are many people from the rivers and lakes with swords and swords among them.

An old man with white hair and white beard is telling the fortune of a rich man. It is nothing more than a safe house and a long life. After a few words, he will make the rich man happy and smile all over his face.He took out an ingot of broken silver and handed it to the old man.

"Yuan Qingshan, you are lying again."

After the rich man left, a child "walked" out of the fortune teller's body.

The child folded his hands on his chest and spoke in an old-fashioned tone.Looking carefully, the child's appearance seems somewhat similar to that of a fortune teller.

"Fortune-telling is not just for peace of mind. I said it according to his heart. He was happy to hear it, and I was also happy to receive the money. This is a win-win business."

The fortune teller said with a smile, and bought four steamed buns by the way, and handed one to the child: "If I don't have money, I will go hungry. If I am hungry, you will also go hungry."

"It's wrong to lie to people." The child gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun and said vaguely: "Besides, you are the Imperial Master of Beimang, if you just show it in front of the government, they will still serve you good wine and food."

"Wrong, I am the master of Beimang, and he is just a fortune teller." Another figure "floated" from the fortune teller's body, it was an old Taoist priest with immortal demeanor.

The elderly Taoist was smiling, holding a whisk in his hand, and with a slight beard on his chin, he picked up another bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

"That's right. A fortune-teller should do fortune-telling and divination to make a living. If you say that you are the Imperial Teacher of Bei Mang, you will be punished by the government."

A fourth person walked out of the fortune teller's body and picked up the last bun.

The fourth person is a handsome young Taoist, about 27 or [-] years old, with a long sword on his back.

The scenes that happened to the fortune teller one after another can be described as extremely weird, but no one thought about it among the crowds on the street.

Otherwise, they will not only be surprised, but also find that the appearance of these four guys has a faint resemblance, as if four generations live together, and as if... they are the four stages of a person's childhood, youth, middle age, and old age.Although the looks seem to be very different, they are only separated by ten or twenty years.

"The three of you are in the same group, and you all bully others." The child pouted angrily, and glared at the other three with resentment.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, the fortune teller rubbed his head, hehe said: "Who made you the youngest, don't bully who you bully."

"Give it up, next time I don't want to be a child, I want to be a swordsman and a national teacher." The child said very dissatisfied.

hold head high! !

When the four of them were chatting and laughing, they suddenly and vaguely heard a mournful and despairing dragon chant, and couldn't help but look towards Beiliang.

After a long silence, the fortune teller shook his head and sighed: "Beimang True Dragon has fallen, it seems that Tuoba Bodhisattva's plan has failed..."

"Murong Tonghuang is indeed a difficult person. Among those who made the move this time are Tuoba Bodhisattva, the bronze figure patriarch, Jian Qijin..." the child counted his fingers in a childish voice.

"Heh, Old Monster Wang is firmly in the No. [-] position in the world. Even such a top expert has lost to Murong Tonghuang. If they go to intercept and kill them, they are going to die." The handsome man with the sword sneered.

"Stealing chickens won't save you a lot of rice. Her Majesty the Empress is afraid that she will be furious, but what can you do with such a superb warrior if you offend him? As long as he doesn't kill himself, he will fall into an army composed of thousands of horses and horses." In the formation, the world can come and go at will." The old Taoist stroked his beard and said.

The four of them talked and discussed for a while, and suddenly they laughed at the same time, looked at each other with smiling eyes, and said in unison: "But, what does this have to do with me?"

Then the child, the swordsman, and the Taoist priest turned into a distorted light and shadow at the same time, and reintegrated into the body of the fortune teller.

"Reading to see the game, how much points you get from the book, how much you lose from the game. Asking about Qingshan, there is nothing outside the Tao, Qingshan has a thing..."

Amidst the long chants, the old fortune-teller floated away.

What a free and easy old way.

Today's world is a world of great contention, no inferior to the age, talented people come forth in large numbers.The romantic figures in the two rivers and mountains of Beimang and Liyang can't be counted with two hands and two feet.

But in terms of romantic, free and easy, floating in the world, this Sifang Taoist Yuan Qingshan can be regarded as the only one.

This person is extremely talented, and he has cultivated the supreme supernatural powers of the Taoist sect and transformed the Sanqing together.

One of them is the Daoist qilin real person, and the other two clones also have other places to go.

The deity, however, travels around the world, laughing at the affairs of the world, and his ascension is only a thought away.

The only worry in the world, maybe there is only an apprentice who was accepted in Liyang in the past, who has the appearance of an emperor, and maybe he will become the leader of the Central Plains in the future.

It's all done by hand, success or failure depends on the destiny.

Speaking of which, Huang Sanjia, who used all living beings in the world as pawns, seemed to value that kid a little bit, and maybe he would save a few pieces for him in the future.

……

…………

Huang Sanjia was a little annoyed.

Especially seeing the guy riding a mule across a wooden sword.

He is obviously down and out, but he always looks smug and pretentious.

Especially in front of beautiful women, he puffed out his chest to pretend to be a rich young master, and even used Huang Sanjia as a servant.

Of course, Huang Sanjia would not spoil him, and often just kicked that bastard's ass.

The bastard didn't care, he patted his butt, and sighed how the servants at home were assholes and rude, people should not be surprised, thick-skinned is really rare.

Can make Huang Longshi bored and helpless, this guy is the only one.

The mule was under the fart, and Wen Hua, who said "the wooden sword is in my hand, I have it in the world", said with a playful smile: "Old man Huang, when I get to the capital, who should I compare swords with? Although my young master, I only have two swords, but it doesn't matter what I do." It's the first challenge for a master, so don't lose too many points, just choose a strong character."

"Okay, let's just Emperor Murong Tong, I guess this time the feudal lord will come to Beijing as usual, and that guy will follow along to join in the fun." Huang Longshi said angrily.

Wen Hua almost jumped up from the mule, and shouted: "Although I, Wen Hua, am a talented swordsman, how can I challenge the number one in the world as soon as I come out of the rivers and lakes? Old man Huang, you want me to die?!"

The old man Huang chuckled: "As you said, he is number one in the world. No matter whether you win or not, as long as you challenge him, even if you are beaten into a pig's head, you will be in the limelight. Look at the one who challenged Old Monster Wang back then. , it’s either Deng Tai’a or Jian Jiuhuang, which one’s reputation is low?”

"It's the same reasoning, old man Huang, you are really a good old monster."

Wen Hua nodded thoughtfully, but soon became excited again, shaking his head again and again and saying: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no. No, no, no. No, no." Dare to kill, if one is in a bad mood, I, Wen Hua, will die young."

"You only have the guts." Old Man Huang sneered, "How about the Baijiang Mountain in Dongyue Jianchi?"

Wen Hua shook his head again and said, "Although I don't know who Bai Jiangshan is, I know Dongyue Jianchi anyway. Old man Huang, change another one, who has a certain reputation and can't be too skilled in martial arts."

"You bastard..."

Old man Huang had the urge to kick Wen Hua's ass again.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a dragon's mournful cry, and he couldn't help turning his head to look in the direction of Beimang, as if he saw the broken luck.

He frowned, calculated with his fingers, and couldn't help but secretly said: "This broken luck is somewhat familiar, it seems to be the real dragon raised by Beimang. But that real dragon is entrenched in the royal court of Beimang, and there are many masters like clouds." , plus it has the power to reach the god level, whoever can kill it, can't even escape..."

The figures of the world's top masters flashed quickly in his mind, Wang Xianzhi, Deng Tai'a, Cao Changqing... Soon, they were fixed on a figure of peerless beauty.

"No mistake, it's him."

"That guy entered Beimang, killed Tuoba Bodhisattva's youngest son, and got closer to Beiliang, so Tuoba Bodhisattva wanted to get rid of him no matter what. It's not enough to set up a killing array, or even invite Beimang True Dragon Strange, now it seems that most of the interception failed, even the real dragon was slaughtered."

In a flash, Huang Sanjia guessed the general course of the incident, and at the same time became even more jealous of Murong Tonghuang.

Because he also guessed that in order to deal with Murong Shuangkui, who was number one in the martial arts evaluation, Bei Mang must go all out and try his best, but he was completely defeated.

When Huang Longshi's eyes turned to Wen Hua, for some reason, he remembered Yu Liancheng's swipe in Xiangguo Lane and what he had said to him.

"Leave a line in life, so we can meet later."

"This world belongs to the people of the world, not your Huang Sanjia. It is up to the people of the world to decide where to go."

But one of Huang Longshi's bad tastes is to use people as pawns.

And one of the most important reasons why he came to Beijing this time was to force Wen Hua to make a cruel choice, to see if this kid was willing to fight for the sword that hoped him to become a land fairy, and forsake his beloved... Girl, go and exchange for a brotherhood that was formed in just one year.

"Heh, if other people threatened me a little, I wouldn't dare to make a move, and I would look down on me, Huang Longshi." Huang Sanjia's face turned cold, and his smile was actually quite cruel.

Wen Hua, who was about to talk to Huang Sanjia beside him, shuddered when he saw this smile.

After rubbing his eyes, he realized that Huang Sanjia's smile had disappeared, only his brows were slightly wrinkled, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Old man Huang, what are you thinking?" Wen Hua couldn't help asking.

Huang Sanjia seemed to be talking to himself: "Wang Xianzhi retreated. Although he was defeated by Emperor Murong Tong, he was by no means willing to admit defeat easily. Back then, he also lost to Li Chungang six times in a row, and only in the seventh I have won against the opponent for the first time. This time I contributed to the flames and sent Wang Xianzhi a message. If he leaves the customs early and reads the news, he may also go to the capital, and it will be lively."

Wen Hua scratched his head, apparently not understanding what Huang Sanjia said.

After Huang Sanjia came back to his senses, he turned his head to look at Wen Hua, and continued the previous topic: "Your boy, you can't do this, and you can't do that. I'll tell you about the slightly inferior master, Cui Cui, the maid of Wu Liuding, the contemporary sword champion. Flower, okay?"

Wen Hua pondered for a while, and felt that a maid could be so fierce, she patted her chest and said proudly: "Okay, why not, a gentleman can say no."

The old man Huang squinted and sneered, full of contempt and disdain.

Wen Hua immediately understood the coldness of the laughter, and was furious, and said angrily: "I'm just a young boy who has never tasted meat, what's wrong!? Look down on me, don't you often brag about how powerful you are in front of me? Yes! Get me a girl with a thin waist, long legs and big steamed buns."

The old man Huang said calmly: "Okay, I'll find you one, I just hope you don't regret it."

Wen Hua's eyes widened, and he tentatively said: "Did you fool me? If you talk about big cakes on paper, be careful, I will hate you for the rest of my life, and I will stab you every day."

Old man Huang didn't bother to pay attention to this aggressive guy, and continued to think about Wang Xianzhi.

To deal with Emperor Murong Tong, he had to rely on Wang Xianzhi.

Wufu to Wufu.

I just don't know, has Wang Xianzhi left the customs?
……

"Well, I'm out."

Wudi City, the top floor of the attic.

Old Monster Wang, dressed in hemp shoes, stood at the window, slightly responding to Lin Ya, the only female apprentice behind him.Then he turned his head and looked at the vast East China Sea.

Under the moonlight, the East China Sea was shimmering with mist, adding a bit of ethereal air to it.

Wang Xianzhi couldn't help but recall the battle with Emperor Murong Tong over the East China Sea.

That's a really scary character.

His cultivation is so strong that he is almost invulnerable.

After the First World War in the East China Sea, he kept replaying that station.

But no matter how much he replayed the game, there was no possibility of winning, and he even noticed more terrible details.

— That guy might still have some energy left.

He, Wang Xianzhi, boasted that he could not lose to Lu Zu back then when he was close to him.But that guy's strength is probably higher than that of Lu Zu.And he's just a teenager, his cultivation is far from the peak.

Every time this thought came up, Wang Xianzhi felt powerless.

However, he also benefited a lot from the battle in the East China Sea, so he retreated until today.

Now, Wang Xianzhi's strength has also made great strides.

A strong opponent can indeed promote the continuous improvement of martial arts.

But even so, there is still no certainty that he can beat Murong Tonghuang.

There is a little unwillingness in my heart.

Although he claims to be number two in the world, he may not be willing to be number two in the world.

"By the way, Master, someone sent a letter some time ago. The person who sent the letter was an ordinary person, but he said that the person who asked him to send the letter was called Huang Longshi." Lin Ya's crisp voice interrupted Wang Xianzhi's thinking.

"Huanglongshi?!" Wang Xianzhi frowned: "Huang Sanjia Huanglongshi?"

"We asked the sender, and it seems to be Huang Longshi in appearance. So we put the envelope away and wait for Master to deal with it." Lin Ya said.

"Bring the envelope over here." Wang Xianzhi said.

"Yes."

Soon, a very ordinary envelope was delivered to Huang Longshi.

Wang Xianzhi dismantled it casually, his cultivation has reached his level, and there is no so-called hidden weapon or poison in the world that can harm him.

There was only a piece of rice paper in the letter, and there were only a few ten numbers on the rice paper, but Old Freak Wang's face became serious.

Lin Ya saw the master's face secretly a little curious, but intimidated by the majesty of the master, he didn't dare to peek.

"This is indeed written by Huang Longshi, I'm going out of Wudi City." Wang Xianzhi slowly put down the rice paper, and with a slight breath of energy in his palm, it immediately turned into powder.

"If this trip can come true, I will invite Emperor Murong Tong to fight."

Wang Xianzhi looked up at the refurbished sky, a bright moon hanging high, and stars everywhere: "I don't know what that guy is doing again, is he practicing?"

……

The moonlight also shone on Murong Tonghuang.

Emperor Murong Tong is absorbing the luck left by the Northern Mang True Dragon.

That celestial dragon contained majestic luck, and after being killed by Yu Liancheng, his luck collapsed.Yu Liancheng captured most of it, but a small part still spilled out.

After a while, Yu Liancheng swallowed all his luck, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the six-bead Bodhisattva with a pretty face and a complicated expression, and asked, "By the way, when I bombarded and killed the real dragon in Beimang earlier, , what are you talking about?"

Liuzhu Bodhisattva kept a cold face and repeated: "Wait, it's ready."

Yu Liancheng said, "What can I do?"

"Of course we can completely subdue the Northern Mang True Dragon." The Six-Jeweled Bodhisattva Emei frowned slightly, and asked doubtfully, "Didn't you kill it completely without punching it just to subdue it?"

"Ah? No, I finally got a sandbag, so I just want to punch a few more times." Yu Liancheng said sincerely.

The Six-Jewel Bodhisattva was silent, and after a long while, he slowly said: "The real dragon vomited out the dragon ball on its own initiative, and has already expressed its surrender to you. You only need to engrave runes on the dragon ball, and you can control its life and death. Drive." After saying that, with a soft sigh,
How can it not be a pity that a real dragon that has reached the peak of the state of ecstasy, which is enough to compete with the masters of celestial phenomenon, was killed in such a bombardment.

"So that's how it is." Yu Liancheng said thoughtfully, "So it's a pity that I passed by a one-stop service."

Even so, there was not much regret in the tone.

When chasing Tianlong, Yuliancheng gave it more than one chance, but unfortunately the opponent was stubborn.

Since that guy is so deadly, Yu Liancheng can only give it a ride.

What's more, even if a real dragon is controlled by him for life and death, I'm afraid it will not be so easy to surrender because of his pride.

Once a Heavenly Dragon that is comparable to the Heavenly Phenomena Realm betrays the water, it may not be able to cause any harm to him, but it will be a devastating blow to the people around him.

"Fortunately, there is only one dragon ball left, and I may not be able to raise a heavenly dragon by myself."

Yu Liancheng spread out his palm, and the dragon ball in his palm became dimmer with the death of the Northern Mang True Dragon.

But when he poured luck into it, Dragon Ball shined again, and the cracks in it gradually healed.

Playing with the Dragon Ball, Yu Liancheng turned his attention to the Six-Jewel Bodhisattva again, and said with a smile: "You helped me this time, so you can make a request to me, as long as it is too much, I can agree."

The Six-Jeweled Bodhisattva was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, a pair of beautiful eyes with vicissitudes of life burst out with brilliance: "I want you to practice dual cultivation with me."

Yu Liancheng was startled, and looked up and down the Six-Jeweled Bodhisattva.

The whole body of this female dharma queen of Mount Landa seems to have descended from the nine heavens, and she is spotless.Bathed in the moonlight, that beautiful face looks even more holy and noble.The jade feet touched the ground lightly, without shoes and socks, but they looked crystal clear, as if carved from beautiful jade.

Therefore, Yu Liancheng said without the slightest hesitation: "Okay, I promise you. I am the most willing to help others, but..."

"But?" Six-Jewel Bodhisattva Emei frowned slightly.

Yu Liancheng took a step forward, reaching out to hold the slender hand of Liuzhu Bodhisattva.

The delicate body of the Six-Jeweled Bodhisattva shuddered. Although this female Bodhisattva has a dual cultivation on the left and a dual cultivation on the right, she has actually lived for decades, but she has hardly even touched a man's hand.

However, when she thought that this person in front of her was the one she had chosen for double cultivation, she took a few breaths and quickly calmed down.

Then I felt a majestic vitality pouring into the body, but it was very gentle and warm, making people very comfortable, just like the caressing hand of a lover.

This burst of vitality quickly healed her minor injuries, and then rushed to her clean head.

So... a cloud of beautiful hair grew out quickly, hanging down his shoulders, black and visible, until the long hair reached his waist, and the majestic vitality dissipated.

"Don't you like me the way I was before?"

Liuzhu Bodhisattva caressed her hair with bare hands, her eyes flickered slightly, as if her expression was the same as before, but it seemed a little colder.

"No, I like it very much." Yu Liancheng stretched out his hand to caress the white and smooth face of Liuzhu Bodhisattva, and his voice seemed to become softer, as soft as the cool breeze of a midsummer night: "It's beautiful, but it's too holy, I dare not If you are close to blasphemy, how can you double cultivate with it?"

"You..." Liuzhu Bodhisattva's pretty face remained unchanged, but it seemed as if the spring breeze had blown and the ice had thawed.

Yu Liancheng's hand gently sealed the soft and delicate lips, and said with a slight smile: "Shuangxiu needs a foundation of love. This is the second time we have met. If we are not careful now, we will be together." It might go mad."

Six-Jeweled Bodhisattva Emei frowned slightly, pushed Yu Liancheng's hand away, and said in an indifferent tone with a trace of grievance, "I didn't say that I am practicing dual cultivation now."

"Although we can't practice dual cultivation now, we might as well cultivate a foundation of relationship first..." Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, leaning over to touch the other person's cheek.

Although he had just experienced a bitter battle, he was a little tired both physically and mentally.

But as a brave and diligent martial artist, he is ready to join the next battle at any time.

Just as the battle became more intense, Liuzhu Bodhisattva pushed away Yu Liancheng, and his pretty face, which was originally white as jade, was stained with a blush.

"Someone is here. It should be looking for you. I'll leave first." After finishing speaking, the figure in white flaunted and left without giving Yu Liancheng a chance to stay.

Boom! !

The horseshoes rumbled like rolling thunder, and under the moonlight, there were iron cavalry rushing from afar.

The knights on horseback were fully armed, their breath was strong, their murderous intentions were unmistakable, and their movements were neat. It was obviously an extremely powerful cavalry army, and the army on the Guangling River was far inferior.

And at the forefront of the group of knights is the eldest son Xu Fengnian.

Seeing Yu Liancheng from a distance, Xu Fengnian's eyes lit up. He rode his horse and galloped away from the cavalry behind him, rushed to Yu Liancheng, and got off his horse.

"Brother Murong, I heard the movement on the border, and with the news that Fushuifang heard today, I guessed that the people from Beimang wanted to plot against you, so I immediately brought people over here, how about it, is it enough brother?! "Xu Fengnian patted his chest with pride.

"Okay, good brother! Enough loyalty!"

Yu Liancheng gave a thumbs up and patted Xu Fengnian on the shoulder twice.

However, it seemed that he had used a little more strength. The first stroke made Xu Fengnian's body shorter, and his bones creaked, and the second stroke directly sat on the ground, as if his whole body was about to fall apart.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just finished fighting with someone, and I can't control my strength." Yu Liancheng hurriedly helped Xu Fengnian up, but it seemed that he used a little more strength when supporting him...

(End of this chapter)