There are many divine palaces and star palaces in the world, but there are actually not many people who can look directly at the heavenly palace and see through the immortals there.

The lightning tribulation barrier of gods and immortals is like a high mountain, pressing down on the heads of thousands of strong people. If you don't overcome the thunder tribulation, you will eventually be unable to bear it and you will not be able to see the true nature of heaven and earth.

Jiang Xianshi was gifted with a bright eye, he saw the mysteries in the sky, and he also saw the west tower that could move the wind and rain, and he was thinking about how he could help Mr. Jing Guo survive this disaster safely.

"The Taihua Vein is the key to human immortality. Duke Jing Guo has become the Prime Minister of the Riyuan. He only needs to practice the Food Vein. With his talent, he can eventually become a human immortal one day.

If human immortals and Taihua's veins complement each other, they may be able to break free from the shackles of the Son of the Mountain and River Emperor."

Jiang Xianshi sat quietly in the small courtyard, looking at Lu Jing who was talking to Li Jingang, thinking this in his heart.

When he came to Taixuanjing and the small courtyard in Lu Jing, he realized that Duke Jing was not just waiting to die.

"With his good reputation and talent, coupled with his temperament for slaying dragons and his ability to control wind and rain on the river road, this young prince has become famous all over the world even though he has only made one far trip.

It’s just that what I’m thinking is quite shocking, but I don’t know whether Lord Jing Guo has such courage.”

Jiang Xianshi looked elegant and handsome in his long clothes.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but his eyes moved away from Lu Jing and fell on the sky.

Vaguely, Zhao Qingping, the No. 1 Immortal of the West Tower in the sky, was sitting cross-legged on a treasure altar, facing the slanting wind and drizzle, and the figure coming down from the West Tower appeared in his eyes.

"I just don't know...whether the Holy Lord will allow Taihua's bloodline to come to Gyeonggi Province."

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"When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill hundreds of flowers after they bloom."

"The incense formation reaching the sky penetrates Taixuan, and the whole city is covered with golden armor."

Nan Fengmian was squatting in front of a scholar vendor selling calligraphy in the Qidu market.

He looked at this poem, and his drunken eyes finally became clear.

Master Xinggu also seemed to be aware of it, and brought a few wisps of breeze, blowing the tips of Nan Fengmian's scattered hair.

"Haoke, this poem is a copy of Mr. Lu Jing, a master of Dafu Taixuanjing's calligraphy and painting.

I also used landscape grass, but can it be returned to your eyes?"

When the scholar saw that Nan Fengmian was drunk, and saw that he had a knife on his waist, he was a little afraid that Nan Fengmian was drunk and asked cautiously.

Nan Fengmian held the three-foot piece of cursive paper and said, "Your cursive script has neither the shape nor the meaning, let alone the sharpness of Lu Jing's cursive script."

The scholar was stunned, glanced at Nan Fengmian up and down, and said with a wry smile: "What kind of person is Mr. Lu Jing? He has been canonized as Jing Guogong by the Great Fu Shengjun, and he is also a famous Yuanshen monk, Mr. Shulou.

They teach cursive calligraphy in places like the library, and they are famous for their calligraphy and painting in places like Taixuanjing. How can they be compared to me, a down-and-out scholar who fled south."

Nan Fengmian remained silent, as if he was carefully pondering those lines of poetry.

"Why did Lu Jing write these lines of poetry?"

After a long time, Nan Fengmian asked.

The scholar shook his head blankly: "All the great masters passed on these lines of poetry. It is said that the line "I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom" even reached the ears of the Great Candle King.

But I don’t know why Duke Jing Guo wrote these poems.”

Nan Fengmian thought to himself and said: "These lines of poetry are heroic but full of determination. Lu Jing must have encountered difficulties.

However, he still has the ambition to wear golden armor and defeat the enemy, which is really not easy."

The middle-aged scholar smiled and remained silent.

He didn't know who the swordsman in front of him was. He spoke of Lu Jing, as if he was very familiar with Duke Jing.

The scholar didn't dare to say anything, but he felt disapproving in his heart.

"Sure enough, there are all kinds of people in Qi State, including sword-wielding ones, but they only mention me as "selling" in the line of writing and ink, and they do so in a rather loud tone. I guess he is a person who loves to show off."

The scholar thought so in his mind.

Nan Fengmian took out a broken piece of silver from his waist, handed it to the scholar, turned around and left with the calligraphy.

The scholar weighed the silver in his hand and bit it with his teeth. His eyes suddenly showed joy.

"The paintings and calligraphy of Duke Jing Guo are easier to sell. It's a pity that I can't make the picture of the real dragon emerging from the clouds, otherwise it should be able to sell for a very good price."

Nan Fengmian and Xinggu Zhenren walked together on the muddy streets.

In this street, even the shouting merchants were weak. From the corner of their eyes, they were always looking at the passers-by or their peers doing business.

Qi is a land of evil. If you are not careful, you may even die without knowing how.

The funny thing is……

However, there are still many people who take desperate risks and seek life in this evil country.

Most of them are scholars and practitioners who have long since perished, but there are no scholars or practitioners who have lost their household registration.

If Dafu is still the overlord of the world, if Northern Qin has not yet risen, Dafu's thirty-six paths will always have a place for them.

But now, the war between Northern Qin and Dafu is in full swing. No matter whether people like them go to Northern Qin or Dafu, they will inevitably have their faces branded and go to the front line to serve as spearmen.

The front spears were actually cannon fodder. These people really didn't want to die under the wheels of Northern Qin's blazing chariots, so most of them fled to the Western Regions, to the demon kingdoms on the sea, to remote small countries that are still struggling to this day.

It's a pity that the kings of the Western Regions rebelled and were no longer willing to be actually controlled by Dafu. Dafu Zhongshan Hou was sweeping across the Western Regions with 180,000 elites.

The princess of the Sea Demon Kingdom was kidnapped again. The Demon King was furious, and his anger turned into a wave that turned the Sea Demon Kingdom upside down.

Too many people died from this.

Therefore, the exiled people had to come to Qi to seek life.

Nan Fengmian took this calligraphy and squatted in the mud not far from the Bone Palace. He thought about it carefully and felt a little worried in his heart.

"Maybe I should go back?"

"It's just that I boasted in front of Lu Jing that I would marry King Qi Yuan's dog head.

If you go back in such a dejected state now, you will inevitably be laughed at by him."

"But if he doesn't go back, it would be best if he wears golden armor and kills hundreds of flowers when they bloom. What if he dies..."

"I wonder what happened to Lu Jing."

Nan Fengmian was worried, and the sword on his body screamed inadvertently.

The sword intention was as free and easy as the breeze, but also had the domineering nature of Nanfeng Mian.

Apart from being free and easy and domineering, the light of the sword was as bright as the bright moon, indescribably brilliant.

He left Taixuanjing for more than a year.

If old friends in Taixuan Jing saw Nan Fengmian at this time, they would definitely be surprised by Nan Fengmian's unusual martial arts advancement.

The bright moon accompanies him, and Zhenwu enters his dream.

He is no longer the fifth-level swordsman of Zhaoxing in the past.

"I know the origin of Mr. Lu Jing's poems."

Nan Fengmian was fascinated when he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

He turned around and saw a monk with six scars on his head, bending down to look at him with a smile.

Nan Fengmian's eyes narrowed, and he took out a piece of broken silver from his belt and threw it into the alms bowl held by the monk.

Bang bang bang...

The sound of the silver hitting the ring bowl was very pleasant.

The monk took out the silver and bit it with his teeth. Then he made a Buddha's name with one hand and said: "Jing Guo Gong holds the authority to call the wind and rain, which is contrary to the rules of the immortals in the sky.

Lord Shuiyun will take him to heaven and west tower and down to earth, and he will kill Duke Jing."

"Master Shuiyun in the West Tower in the sky?" Nan Fengmian held the handle of the knife and asked: "The king in the West Tower in the sky comes from the lower world, and I, the strong man in the world, just sit back and watch?"

"Amitabha."

The monk replied: "The two imperial courts, the most powerful sects in the world, are all bound by rules and cannot take action.

The sky is strong, and the country of Laishui, which was swallowed up by natural disasters, is still burning with residual fire, which has not been extinguished for thirty-six years.

The world still needs to breathe, and it also needs to take advantage of the next spiritual wave, so how can we really break up with them?"

"I have long lost my dignity in the world." Nan Fengmian put away the words and said, "I am not a member of the two imperial courts, nor a member of the sect. When I walk, killing a few immortals does not break the rules."

Nan Fengmian turned around and left.

Although his voice was calm when he spoke, his right hand holding the handle of the knife revealed the worry in his heart.

"It's too late."

The monk's eyes were clear and he shook his head: "The wind comes in the morning and the rain comes in the evening.

It's better to leave earlier. It's almost dawn now, and the storm is coming. If Mr. Nan goes there, he's afraid he won't be able to catch up with the storm."

Nan Fengmian's breath was stagnant, but he still moved forward.

The monk's thoughts moved, and a voice fell into Nan Fengmian's ears: "Aren't you going to kill King Qi Yuan?"

Nan Fengmian's thoughts were contending with each other, and his sword intent was intense: "King Qi Yuan's head is not as important as Lu Jing's life."
To be continued...