The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The endless line of victims could be seen from the official road, and crows kept falling from the sky.

The fields were full of weeds and rotting corpses, and the team had no intention of stopping from beginning to end.

Even if they stopped, it would be because the victims died of exhaustion or illness.

On one side of the queue, a slightly gorgeous carriage was driving slowly. Many victims were looking at the carriage with longing in their eyes, but no one dared to step forward.

It was all because the soldiers surrounding the carriage, who were eyeing him eagerly, were obviously not ordinary people.

"General!?"

The soldier who was escorting the convoy heard the movement from the carriage and turned his head to take a look. He saw a man walking out of the carriage with a look of surprise on his face.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to block his own soldiers, and frowned slightly as he looked at the zombie-like victims around the carriage.

"Put some food out evenly and distribute some to the old and weak around you."

"General, the rations I'm waiting for are also..."

Halfway through the words, the middle-aged man's sharp look made the soldiers shut up instantly, and he turned around quickly to give the order and distribute the food.

Not long after, a lot of people gathered on the official road, surrounding the carriage to express their thanks.

Instead of becoming happy, the middle-aged man became even more depressed.

After the food was distributed, the middle-aged man's face hardened and he said, "Give the carriage to those who need it, I'll wait for you to walk!"

The soldier opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

As if he knew what the soldier was going to say, the middle-aged man said in a cold voice: "My ancestral family has passed down poems and books from generation to generation. Now the Central Plains is in chaos. The Eight Kings Rebellion is very poisonous. In addition, the barbarians are causing chaos everywhere and Luoyang has fallen. I Is it impossible to escape for the rest of my life?”

The soldier felt ashamed. His master was inherently benevolent and had been serving in the army in his early years. He began to rise during the Eight Kings Rebellion. If Luoyang hadn't fallen this time, why would he be like this?

Going south? Wouldn’t the Hu people go south?

"General, I understand!"

Hearing what the soldiers said, the middle-aged man looked towards the north with a sad face, full of unwillingness in his heart.

"My ancestor, Di Rongma, spent half his life. Who would have thought that he would become like this now? When will I be able to return to the Central Plains after I traveled south in my clothes?"

Since the Eight Kings Rebellion, the national power of the Jin Dynasty has gradually declined, and the barbarians have been running unscrupulously in the northern part of the Central Plains.

Nowadays, aristocratic families are crossing south one after another. The north will be completely occupied soon, but until now no one has come forward.

Everyone was thinking about how to continue their lives in Jiangnan, and they never showed any signs of resisting to the death.

The team was still moving forward slowly, but after Zu Di let the carriage out, the speed slowed down a lot. It took more than a month before he felt the mouth of Sikou, and the imperial decree was delivered to him.

Looking at the imperial edict in his hand, the expression on Zudi's face kept changing. He thought for a moment before walking out.

The imperial court decreed that he had now become the governor of Yuzhou. He had gone to the Northern Expedition several times to regain the lost territory. At that time, not many people agreed with this matter.

Now it seems that this surging trend cannot be stopped, and the imperial court finally decided to launch the Northern Expedition.

And since he was named the governor of Yuzhou, the land of Yuzhou has long been occupied, and he needs to take it back with his own hands!

Given the opportunity to set foot on his homeland again, Zudi will naturally not give up easily. This time he must fulfill his ambition and completely capture the northern part of the Central Plains!

…

The land of Lingnan, in Luofu Mountain

Light green smoke drifted out from the deep mountains. It was difficult to find a very small courtyard among the mountains and fields without paying attention.

But the way that the fairy spirit curls up is still a bit intoxicating.

Waves of medicinal fragrance wafted out from the courtyard. In such a quiet scene, suddenly a ball of fire exploded, and then a flame shot into the sky.

"Ahem!"

After the flames, there was thick smoke, and a coughing sound came from the ruined yard.

After a while, a figure stumbled out of it. His face was dark, and it was obvious that he had been badly bombed.

"Failed again..."

Sighing helplessly, the Taoist priest looked at the half-destroyed yard with some doubts, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Is the matching ratio wrong? Why did the distribution fail five times?"

After murmuring in a low voice, the Taoist priest waved one hand, and a strong wind blew by. The debris in the yard that was originally difficult to move was blown away by the strong wind.

I saw the Taoist priest reaching out and groping for a moment, and then took out a roll of jade slips from his arms. As soon as he unfolded it, countless golden lights bloomed from the jade slips.

Looking at the dense crowd of boys, the Taoist priest pondered for a moment, but his eyes were still confused.

Not only have the previous doubts in my mind not been resolved, but they have become more serious now.

"When will you be able to refine the golden elixir by following this method?"

A voice sounded from behind, and the Taoist priest turned around suddenly, his face full of vigilance: "Who is it!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a line of green smoke bloomed from the spot, and then he saw a figure slowly walking out of the green smoke.

Looking at the other party, the Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became wonderful.

He took three steps and two steps at a time and ran towards the person who appeared. He bowed and saluted: "I have met Master!"

The person who came was wearing a green robe. If Ao Fan saw him here, he would definitely recognize this person.

Quasi-sage of the Three Religions, Great Master of Xuandu.

Master Xuandu turned around and glanced at the dilapidated courtyard, feeling quite helpless. The disciple in front of him seemed to have made a mistake.

Thinking of this, Master Xuandu turned to look at the Taoist priest, and said with helplessness in his eyes: "Ge Hong, this golden elixir technique is not practiced in this way."

As he spoke, Archmage Xuandu spread out one hand, and then a ball of flame appeared in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Ge Hong's expression suddenly lit up and he said, "Samadhi True Fire!?"

Archmage Xuandu nodded slightly, but there was not much surprise on his face, because it was so common to be exposed to flames.

But it is common in Xuandu, which does not mean that it is common for Ge Hong. Looking at the ball of Samadhi True Fire at this time, he was naturally excited.

Seeing Ge Hong stretching out his hand to extinguish the Samadhi True Fire, Xuandu did not stop him, but allowed him to look at it carefully. After a while, Ge Hong slowly looked back.

"Master, is this Samadhi True Fire the most powerful fire in the rumors?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuandu shook his head and said: "No, there is a purple flame of heavenly fire on top of the true fire of Samadhi, but it is not suitable for alchemy."

"Even in the process of refining alchemy, the true fire of Samadhi is not the strongest flame."

Hearing what the master said, Ge Hong was stunned for a moment, and then said with curiosity: "Is there any flame that is more suitable for alchemy?"

Archmage Xuandu nodded and said, "Yes, there is dragon fire and phoenix flame on top of this true fire of samadhi."