Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Nie Zhangqing floated on the surface of the water by stepping on a dead branch. This lightness of lifting weight is really shocking.

It can only be done by a warrior who has a strong control over his own power, even an ordinary grandmaster will never be able to do this.

Luxury wooden boat.

The national teacher has a kind face, white hair and white beard fluttering in the leisurely breeze.

Lu Changkong frowned, Luo Yue was also a little puzzled.

"Bai Yujing? Is it the power created by Fan'er?"

Lu Changkong murmured.

Lu Fan told him that he wanted to build a power, but he didn't expect it to be established so quickly.

Lu Changkong glanced at the national teacher, and shouted to Nie Zhangqing who was standing on the lake, "This is the national teacher of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Fan'er will allow me to enter the island."

He is Lu Fan's biological father, so he can't even set foot on the island in the middle of the lake, right?

Nie Zhangqing looked at Lu Changkong, his eyes moved slightly.

With his hair fluttering, he took a deep breath and shook his head.

"No one is allowed to enter the island without the son's order."

Lu Changkong was taken aback, this is really a reckless move, it's okay to be stubborn.

On the luxurious wooden boat, the national teacher laughed. He stroked his white beard, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Nie Changqing standing on the lake with admiration.

"Ping'an's vision is good, and he has accepted a good disciple."

The national teacher chuckled and said.

Nie Changqing was noncommittal, saying that he was Lu Fan's disciple, so there was nothing wrong with him.

"The former Taoist disciple, the tenth unparalleled sword of the Taoist sect... Nie Zhangqing."

"I didn't expect that you would rise from the ashes to nirvana and rise from the fall..."

The national teacher adjusted his lazy posture and stood up from the luxurious wooden boat. He looked at Nie Zhangqing kindly and said softly.

"That old fellow of Dao Zong is unkind, and forced you to go nowhere, Chang Qing, do you hate him?"

The national teacher asked.

On the surface of the lake, the dead branches under Nie Changqing's feet wandered, and the water flowed to both sides, pushing Nie Changqing's body forward.

He shook his head: "I don't hate it."

"I was lonely since I was a child, my parents died, I was a beggar, I was begging on the long street, and I was beaten severely. It was His Majesty who brought me out of the sea of ​​suffering, allowed me to use swordsmanship, taught me martial arts, and gained a foothold in the rivers and lakes. How could I hate you? "

The national teacher stood at the bow of the boat, and the wind blew, making his thin body reflected in the wide robe.

"But he separated your wife and even sent someone to kill you..."

Nie Changqing shook his head: "I should pay back what my lord promised me, so there is no need to hate him, but... from the day Han Lianxiao killed me, I will pay back the life I owe to my lord."

"What I owe now...is the young master."

"When I am successful in cultivation, I will break into the Taoist sect one by one, save my wife, and reunite my family."

Nie Changqing said with his temples dancing, his eyes a little ecstatic but determined.

Words fell.

Nie Zhangqing suddenly stepped on a wooden branch floating on the water.

One end of the branch sank underwater, creating a sunken eddy.

And Nie Changqing's body rose into the air, and the butcher's knife was suspended in front of him.

A ray of spiritual energy was pulled out from the qi pill, moving around his body.

"Master, please retreat."

Nie Changqing said with hair flying.

on a wooden boat.

Lu Changkong frowned, but he wasn't angry, he just looked at the national teacher.

Luo Yue had already rested his hand on the long knife at his waist, and the terrifying pressure emanating from Nie Zhangqing's body made even a first-class warrior like him feel overwhelmed, and broke out in cold sweat.

The national teacher stood at the bow of the boat, his robes were hunting, his eyes were a little deep and cloudy.

"Understood righteousness,

You are a good boy, a good seed...It's a pity that Ping An took him under his command first, if not, I would like to teach you well..."

"You are more humble than that kid Mo Tianyu."

The national teacher sighed.

Nie Changqing's face was as usual.

"The young master promised me a second life, and I will treat the young master more than the original heart."

"National teacher, offended."

Nie Zhangqing took advantage of the dead branch to bounce back into the air.

With a flick of the arms.

The butcher's knife was wrapped in spiritual energy and cut down suddenly.

An invisible shadow of saber aura formed on the lake, as if the mist lingering on the lake had been cut away.

The lake water splits to two sides, and there are white water waves churning in the lake like white snakes, spreading to the wooden boat.

The national teacher had a kind face, and stood at the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back.

Even in the face of such a terrifying knife, his face did not change, just like a breeze blowing his face.

However, on a luxury wooden boat.

Lu Changkong and Luo Yue felt great pressure, and the lake water around the wooden boat seemed to be boiling and tumbling continuously.

Above the head, thick air gathered, and the mist on the lake formed a huge vortex above the wooden boat.

"There are bandits and gentlemen, who are as sharp as cutting, and as sharp as grinding."

"There are bandits and gentlemen, you must not be embarrassed..."

On the lakeside, lingering chants.

The national teacher's robe is behind his hands, his white hair is gray, and his beard is fluttering.

There was a sense of grandeur above his head, and he looked straight at Nie Zhangqing calmly.

Yu Dao cut it.

The fish swimming in the lake were frightened and ran wildly, the lake water was cut to two sides, and the monstrous saber aura permeated, making people's skin unbearably goosebumps.

Nie Changqing recalled the last time, beheading a group of Confucian scholars on Beiluo Lake.

But this time, he brandished his sword as a national teacher, a master of Confucianism.

When the knife was three feet near the wooden boat, it froze.

Between heaven and earth, it seems to be the voice of the national teacher chanting, like a spring breeze, as if the soul has been washed.

The national teacher is not as powerful as the master, nor does he have the unpredictable aura...

He stands on the wooden boat with a thin body, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind at any time.

He's just a normal guy.

However, Nie Zhangqing's space-distance sword could not cut through at all.

The awe-inspiring righteousness between the heaven and the earth is too strong, as if forming a sudden gust of wind.

Nie Zhangqing's face was flushed red, and the national teacher's low hum was like the deafening sound of bells and drums.

The mind's control over the butcher's knife suddenly lost.

The knife fell into the lake.

on the wooden boat.

The national teacher has a kind face, stands with his hands behind his back, and speaks eloquently.

A terrifying mist filled the air, and the originally invisible qi became tangible because of this awe-inspiring righteousness.

At this moment, they all fell on Nie Zhangqing's body and pushed him into the lake.

At that moment, Nie Zhangqing felt like facing the young master's spiritual pressure.

Nie Changqing was wandering in the lake, soaked all over, looking at the old man standing at the bow of the boat, feeling inexplicably awed in his heart.

Lu Changkong and Luo Yue were terrified.

"This is the Confucian master, the strength of the masters."

In an understatement, without any effort, he suppressed the Six Rings Grandmaster.

far away.

There is a white dress that wins the snow, and the skirt is fluttering.

Ning Zhao came in a lone boat, with her hands folded on her waist, as gentle as a young man.

"Young master said that the distinguished guest came to the door, and specially ordered the servants to come and invite them."

"Master, please enter the island."

Ning Zhao said.

on a wooden boat.

The awe-inspiring air suddenly dissipated, as if seeing the blue sky through the clouds and mists.

The national teacher laughed heartily and stroked his beard.

"Changqing, learn from peace and peace, the old man of Daozong is much more unreasonable than the old man."

The national teacher said.

After that, the wooden boat opened up the water flow and moved forward automatically.

Ning Zhao's solitary boat sailed to Nie Changqing's side, and after pulling him into the boat, he slowly headed for the island in the middle of the lake.

The hazy mist gradually dissipated.

The wooden boat docked.

With the support of Lu Changkong, the national teacher went to the island, stepping on the warm bluestone.

Lu Changkong and Luo Yue watched the entire island.

The peach blossoms on the peninsula are gone, replaced by ten huge chrysanthemums, the pavilions of Zuichen Pavilion are still there, but they look completely new, restrained, low-key and casually luxurious.

The national teacher was trembling, and looked directly at the ten Chaotian chrysanthemums with deep eyes. He felt something in his heart, and the smile on his face became more and more intense.

In front of the pavilion.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, dressed in a white shirt, with a thin blanket covering his legs, and looked at it with a smile.

On the second floor of the pavilion, there is a wooden terrace.

Yi Yue knelt down, stretched her jade neck forward, her black hair hung down, Hu Mei's face was full of concentration, she boiled a pot of wine, and put green plums into it.

Ni Yu and Nie Shuang lay on the guardrail of the terrace, looking down curiously and cautiously.

Lu Fan saw the national teacher, and the national teacher also saw Lu Fan, and their eyes collided.

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair with a light white shirt and picturesque eyebrows.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Student Lu Ping'an, hereby apologize to Master for Changqing's rudeness."

Lu Fan cupped his hands and said.

The national teacher stroked his beard and laughed, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

Rumble!

However, with the laughter of the national teacher, there was a sound.

The water mist that was originally condensed on the lake gathered one after another, as if it had turned into a towering mountain, and it seemed as if the sky and the earth were pressing down.

Confucianism is magnificent.

The national teacher looked at Lu Fan with kindness and gentleness, and said slowly:

"There are bandits and gentlemen who are full of ears and sting like stars."

"There are bandits and gentlemen, you must not be embarrassed..."

With the words falling.

The arrogance all over the world suddenly pressed towards Lu Fan.

The terrifying pressure made Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao, who were walking in the front, suddenly stagnate.

Your Excellency Baiyu Jinglou.

Lu Fan smiled lightly, facing the sky full of arrogance, like a spring breeze.

He poked into the chess box and picked up a sunspot with his middle finger and index finger.

Facing the sky full of arrogance, and facing the void in front of him, he suddenly fell down.

After falling, sunspots float in the air.

Lu Fan was surrounded by light blue aura.

The invisible spiritual pressure is released.

Beside the national teacher, Lu Changkong and Luo Yue's complexions suddenly turned red, and the huge spiritual pressure made them keep retreating.

They were horrified, terrified.

He didn't even dare to get close to the circle formed by Lu Fan and the national teacher at the moment.

Lu Changkong, Nie Changqing and the others could only feel awe and amazement at this moment.

It's like a...

The collision of the sons.