Building The Ultimate Fantasy

It was late at night.

The land of Xiliang.

In the big camp, Xiang Shaoyun suddenly opened his eyes, and the terrifying energy and blood surged in the tent again.

His eyes were red, and the veins on his neck were bulging.

He raised his head, his hair was scattered like steel needles, and there was a terrifying noise from inside his burly body, and the trembling air trembled with a slight arc.

"Fairy!"

Xiang Shaoyun's eyes were bright, with anger and humiliation that could not be concealed.

So what if it's a fairy?

Why let him kneel!

He, Xiang Shaoyun, does not kneel to the sky or the ground... No one in the world can bear his kneeling.

The low roar sounded like a wild animal roar, resounding continuously and deafeningly loud, as if the blood of those who heard it would explode.

Two wisps of aura violently wrapped around his thick arms.

"Shaoyun..."

In the distance, a gentle voice sounded.

The girl bathed in the moonlight, she was as beautiful as a picture, with worry in her eyes, she looked at Xiang Shaoyun with tenderness like water.

Xiang Shaoyun covered his face, shook his head, and only when he heard Luo Mingsang's worried voice did he calm down.

However, the humiliation in my heart still lingers.

He is the overlord of Xijun, the lord of Xiliang, even if he is an immortal, he is not qualified to make him kneel.

Luo Mingsang was soft and soft, as gentle as water, and walked to Xiang Shaoyun's side with strides, wrapping his arms around his generous chest.

"You have such a temper, you have to change it."

"Now you are the commander-in-chief, you can't be so willful. You have to think twice before acting on many things. Don't be impulsive, but think more. Many things can't be solved by force."

Luo Mingsang's voice was very gentle, and the irritability on Xiang Shaoyun's face began to melt when he heard it.

He stroked Luo Mingsang's hair, sniffed greedily the fragrance of the girl's hair, and smiled.

"Ming Sang, you are wrong. There is nothing that cannot be solved by force. If there is... that only shows that force is not enough."

Xiang Shaoyun said domineeringly.

"Originally, I thought that I am now the pinnacle of martial arts in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but I was wrong. After I got the fairy fate, I realized that after the pinnacle of martial arts, there is a wider world..."

Xiang Shaoyun raised his hand, and two wisps of aura flowed smoothly in his palm.

"You are now the commander-in-chief of the thirteen princes, so don't be distracted by these things. When you reach the peak and establish a dynasty, I will not stop you from pursuing martial arts and immortality, but before that, you must worry, after all ...Cooperating with a hundred schools of thought is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger."

Luo Mingsang's tender little hands drew circles on Xiang Shaoyu's chest, whispering.

Xiang Shaoyu raised the corners of his mouth, rubbing Luo Mingsang's black hair, and looked out of the tent with blazing eyes.

"I said, to make you a king's woman, this country will fight for you, this dynasty, I will stand for you."

"As for the schools of thought... Heh, when I reach the peak, I will depose the schools of thought."

"Ming Sang, you can rest assured."

...

Great Zhou Dynasty, Imperial Capital.

bookstore.

Yu Wenxiu opened her eyes from the reclining chair, shame and anger flashed in her eyes, and it took a long time before she calmed down.

"Your Majesty, how is it? Can you get a fairy fate?"

A gentle voice sounded in the quiet room.

Faint candlelight, burning quietly.

The white-haired old man in plain robes and drooping straw sandals looked at Yu Wenxiu with a ruddy and benevolent face.

In his hand, he held a letter from his coachman.

He read the contents of the letter, but there was nothing strange on his face.

"National teacher, it can be regarded as a fairy fate."

Yu Wenxiu rubbed the center of her brows, a little uncertain, said.

"Is it?"

The national teacher was puzzled.

Yu Wenxiu hesitated for a moment, but still told the story of what happened in the preaching platform.

"The land of fairy fate... Crouching Dragon Ridge?"

The national teacher stroked his white beard, and his old face showed a pensive look.

After that, the national teacher got up, walked slowly, and took out an old and yellowed blueprint from the pile of bookshelves. On the blueprint, topographical maps of various places were sketched.

"Louching like a dragon, entrenched in Beiluo..."

"Is Wolong Ridge a hundred miles outside Beiluo City?"

The national teacher tapped his finger on the mark of Beiluo City, thoughtfully.

"Your Majesty, in today's world, there are frequent godsends who have received immortality, and the situation has become more confusing than before."

The national teacher put away the catalog, coughed, and said.

"Your Majesty is a godsend, according to what your majesty said, there are two more godsends whose identities are unknown..."

"As for Lu Ping'an in Beiluo City, according to the old man's judgment, he is suspected to be a godsend. He has a follower under his command who can hold a sword across the air, and he is also suspected to be a godsend..."

"It's hard to tell how many godsends there are in the world, and there are frequent chaos, but this...is the hope of Da Zhou to break the situation."

The national teacher coughed, but the old eyes were as bright as stars.

The hope of breaking the game?

Yu Wenxiu's eyes also brightened. As the Son of Heaven, of course he can clearly see the current situation in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

In troubled times, the princes gathered a large army, like a broken bamboo, they broke through several cities in a row.

And because of the war and the rampant bandits, Da Zhou basically lost control of the place.

Now, I can only curl up in the imperial capital.

"National teacher, God-sent, can you really help me break the big Zhou?"

Yu Wenxiu asked excitedly.

"You are the son of heaven, if you can be assisted by a god-sent person, you will be able to secure the world..."

"Even, dismissing Baijia is no longer empty talk."

The national teacher stroked his white beard, looked out of the window, and said leisurely at the starry sky in the middle of the night.

"Your Majesty, rest early, the old man has to go to Beiluo tomorrow..."

The national teacher said.

Hearing this, Yu Wenxiu cupped her hands towards the old man and backed out.

The old man looked kindly at the eunuchs who were waiting outside the book pavilion, surrounded by Yu Wenxiu who was leaving, his eyes gradually softened.

He lay on the rocking chair and coughed lightly.

"The older you get, the less useful you are. I don't know how many times you can share your worries with His Majesty."

The flickering of the candle became deeper and deeper.

Accompanied by some helpless sighs.

...

"Chess record?"

In the darkness, Lu Fan was slightly taken aback.

Unexpectedly, this time reward, there is actually a chess record.

Does this mean that even the system despises him as a stinking scumbag?

Lu Fan pursed his lips, and with a thought, he received the reward.

"Chess book "Yi Tianshi": Mysterious low-grade soul-forging mental method (can be improved), according to the score, visualize the chess situation, can restore the strength of the soul, and forge and refine the strength of the soul."

"Hint: cooperate with "Chuangxuan Qi Refining Chapter" to increase the speed of self-refining Qi."

hum...

In my mind, chess records formed by the arrangement of black and white chess pieces emerged.

Lu Fan was in a daze for a while, and a picture seemed to emerge in front of his eyes.

Under a vigorous old pine tree that has been around for a long time, there are two figures sitting on both ends of the chessboard. The wind blows and the leaves fall. The two drink tea and play chess.

Lu Fan opened his eyes, feeling something in his heart, took the chessboard thoughtfully, put it on his lap, took out the chess pieces from the chess box, and placed them according to the pendulum on "Yi Tianshi".

A total of nine chess games are recorded in the chess record "Yi Tianshi", from the shallower to the deeper, with increasing difficulty.

The first round, called "Shanhe Bureau", had 32 black stones and 29 white stones.

In the dead of night.

The rhythmic sound of falling, resounding without rush.

And the more he moves, the more energetic he becomes. The soul strength that was originally consumed is also gradually restored to perfection during the study of the chess game.

This move is one night.

...

the next day.

Lu Fan put away the pieces on the chessboard and stretched.

He didn't sleep all night, but he was incomparably energetic, and his soul strength was completely restored to perfection.

There was a rustling sound, and there was a knock on the vermilion carved wooden door.

Lu Fan responded.

Ning Zhao, Yi Yue, and Ni Yu pushed the door open and entered.

Ni Yu was holding hot water, her pretty face was flushed by the heat, while Yi Yue was holding breakfast.

"morning."

Lu Fan said with a smile.

A good day begins with an erosive morning.

Enjoying the service of three maidservants, having breakfast.

The vermilion carved wooden door opened.

Ning Zhao pushed the wheelchair unhurriedly, Yi Yue held up an umbrella for Lu Fan, Ni Yu carried the chessboard on her back, and followed suit.

in the yard.

Jing Yue woke up early, rubbed his hands, looked at Lu Fan who was sitting in a wheelchair and wearing a white robe, and immediately burst into a smile.

"Morning, son."

Jing Yue said.

Lu Fan glanced at Jing Yue and nodded.

Turning his gaze, he landed on Mo Tianyu who was buried in the yard with only his head left.

Mo Tianyu is not dead yet, but he looks extremely miserable, with disheveled hair.

"Keep an eye on him. If he dies or runs away, he will come to you."

Lu Fan said.

The smile on Jing Yue's face froze suddenly.

"Sister Ning, go to Lake Island, Bai Yujing."

Propping his chin with one hand, Lu Fan put his other hand on the thin woolen blanket on his lap, and said.

"Here."

Ning Zhao chuckled, pushed the wheelchair and went out, Ni Yu and Yi Yue hurriedly followed.

In the courtyard, Kong Liujing guarded Mo Tianyu's head all alone.

After leaving the small courtyard, Nie Changqing led Nie Shuang, who had already gotten up early to exercise and was covered in sweat, waiting outside.

Lu Fan nodded slightly, and Nie Changqing followed behind with Nie Shuang.

A group of people left Lu's mansion, got into the carriage, and headed for the island in the middle of the lake.

And at this very moment.

Outside Beiluo City.

Five horses gallop.

The carriage was wobbly, and it gradually slowed down when it reached the city.

Under the gate of Beiluo City.

Lu Changkong was dressed in brocade robes, beside him, Luo Yue, Luo Cheng and his son were also wearing plain clothes, waiting.

The carriage gradually approached.

Stopping in front of the city gate, Lu Changkong's eyes were fixed.

He stepped forward, folded his palms, bowed and spoke.

"Welcome to the national teacher."