The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

It was summer in the capital of the Kingdom of Wu, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and the weather seemed a bit hot. A middle-aged scribe in white robes flashed a cattail leaf fan in his hand and came to the city gate with a smile.

He raised his head and glanced at the plaque on the city gate. Before he could speak, he heard a muttering from behind him.

"Can't we just go in?"

The scribe turned his head and glanced behind him. He saw a strong man in black shirt. His eyes were like bull's eyes, and his aura was extraordinary, giving people a natural sense of coercion.

Looking at the other party, the scribe shook his head helplessly: "You can go back to the palace and talk about this."

Hearing this, the strong man was speechless. After glaring at the scribe, he said, "Can you not use the king to suppress me?"

"Where did the king come from?" The scribe glared at the other party, his expression quite speechless.

"Yes, yes! Got it, I won't call you the King, but the Dragon King."

The strong man and the scribe were the Divine Generals of Wind and Pingtian who came from Zhenhai Dragon Palace. They started walking more than ten miles away and walked to this place.

Since the Battle of the Conferred Gods, Zhenhai Dragon Palace has been closed and sealed, and few people are walking around. This time, the two of them only followed the order of Dragon Emperor Ao Fan and came to Wudu to find someone.

"Who do you think it is this time that you and I need to come to check?" Pingtian asked with some confusion.

I saw that Tongfeng shook his head, and then said: "I don't know, but the Dragon Emperor said that this matter is an opportunity for you."

As he said that, Feng Feng looked Ping Tian up and down, his eyes a little strange, and seeing Feng Feng looking at him like this, Ping Tian couldn't help but take a step back.

"what are you up to?"

"Isn't it this last minute that you have to do now?"

Hearing Fengfeng asking himself this, Pingtian couldn't help but be stunned, and then he suddenly came back to his senses, smiled and nodded: "Yes, this is the last step."

After glancing at Pingtian, Tongfeng turned around and walked towards the city with a cattail leaf fan swinging in his hand, and said, "Maybe this is the time."

Pingtian was stunned for a moment, then his face brightened suddenly, and he chased after him in a few steps, feeling a little hopeful in his heart.

At this time, at the gate of the city, the defenders looked at Dongfeng Heping coming over, and they suddenly became alert.

Without him, the two of them stayed at the gate of the city for too long, so that was it. Pingtian behind the scribe was a strong man that no one had ever seen in their lives. Naturally, they were a little scared at this time.

But before the defenders came to their senses, they saw that Pingtian and Fengfeng had already left the capital, minding their own business. When they came back to their senses, they had already disappeared.

Wu Du, Sun Mansion

Unlike the other dignitaries in Wu Capital City, the Sun Mansion in front of them really looked a little trembling. However, when Pingtian and Fengfeng arrived outside the mansion, they could not help but be stunned.

"Are you sure you didn't come to the wrong place?" Pingtian glanced at the mansion in front of him and asked.

The ventilation guy shook his head and said, "It's impossible to come to the wrong place, it should be right here."

"Isn't this luck a little too scary?" Pingtian said with a twitch in the corner of his eye.

"It seems like the time is right." A light flashed in Feng Feng's eyes, and after Ping Tian heard this, he planned to step forward and enter the house. But his wrist was suddenly grabbed by the ventilation.

"Why are you stopping me?" Pingtian frowned and looked at Tongfeng.

Looking at Pingtian speechlessly, Fengfeng said helplessly: "You just go in like this? At this time, when the luck is converging and merging, you will not only disperse it with the sound of evil spirit when you enter?"

The seemingly powerful luck, but it only looks so strong, is actually very fragile. If Pingtian goes in hastily at this time, the demonic power on his body will probably dissipate the luck in an instant.

Sometimes it's okay if they just disperse, but if someone is hurt, something serious will happen.

Pingtian naturally knew the stakes involved. After frowning and nodding, he set his sights on the Sun Mansion, feeling a little excited in his heart.

If it is true as the Dragon King said, there is probably a chance of his own breakthrough.

At this time, in the Sun Mansion, in a study room in the backyard, a middle-aged man was sitting behind the desk, holding a carving knife in his hand and slowly carving something on the bamboo slip.

If Feng Feng and the others were here, they would definitely be amazed that the soaring force that enveloped the entire mansion was actually emanating from this person. Even if they beat themselves to death, they would not believe it.

The man's name is Sun Wu, and he is a nobleman of the Qi State. After he fled to the Wu State, he has been living in seclusion in his mansion, never seeing outsiders. He has been concentrating on writing books in the mansion for many years, and now he has reached the last moment.

As the carving knife flew in his hand, a lot of words appeared on the bamboo slip. After finishing this last sentence, Sun Wu slowly straightened up, a smile appeared on his face, and then he burst out laughing.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing the loud laughter from inside the house, the servant hurriedly opened the door and entered: "Master..."

Before he could say anything, he saw Sun Wu standing up, waving his hands with excitement, and said: "Exit, nothing happens!"

When the servant saw this, he didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly closed the door.

At this moment, outside the Sun Mansion, one could see the luck that had solidified in an instant, turned into a golden light and quickly disappeared without disturbing anyone.

Looking at this scene, Fengfeng smiled lightly and said, "It's done."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ping Tian, ​​who was beside him, suddenly took a step forward, came to the door of the mansion and knocked on the door.

After a moment, someone slowly opened the door. He looked at Pingtian standing at the door with some surprise. The servant swallowed his saliva and asked, "Who are you?"

"Go in and tell your master that there are distinguished guests coming to your door." Pingtian said calmly.

The servant saw that Pingtian's clothes did not look like ordinary clothes, and the scribe standing behind him was even more extraordinary. He immediately did not dare to neglect, nodded and ran towards the depths of the yard.

At this time, Sun Wu had just finished writing the book and was really happy. When he saw the servant coming in a hurry, he was not angry and asked casually.

"whats the matter?"

"S-Sir, there is someone outside the house asking to see him. He looks like an unusual person. Would you like to meet him?"

When Sun Wu heard this, he couldn't help being stunned, and his expression became a little confused. He didn't have many friends in the capital of Wu. The only one was Wu Zixu, the official of the state of Wu. Could it be that he came to visit?

Thinking of this, Sun Wu said with a smile: "Please invite people in quickly."

Upon seeing this, the servant hurriedly turned around and went out, bringing Pingtian and the two in. At this time, Sun Wu was holding several scrolls of bamboo slips on his desk, intending to let Wu Zixu appreciate them together.

But after Na Pingtian and others came in, Sun Wu was stunned and his brows furrowed.

When his eyes fell on Pingtian and Tongfeng, Sun Wu's face suddenly darkened and he asked: "Who are you two!?"