Dongzhou.
The first of the thirty-six blessed lands, Tianyu blessed land, is within the territory of Taiyuan Sect.
I saw a figure in the distance, walking forward with slow steps and very difficult steps.
And on his back, there was an old man with gray hair, dying, and blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
"Fu Lao, hold on..."
The person carrying the old man walking was a young man, covered in blood. His clothes were messy, his hair was disheveled, and his face was handsome.
On the left side of his face, there was a vertical wound about two inches long, leaving his face covered in blood.
He was panting heavily, holding a sword in one hand.
The blood on the sword continued to drop.
He reluctantly raised his sword and waved it.
"Xiao Bai, fly faster and immediately pass the blood letter I wrote to the young master."
The white eagle hovering overhead spreads its wings and flies away.
He exhaled and tightened the hold on the old man's back to prevent him from falling.
"Old Fu, please hold on. My business here depends entirely on you."
"Although I am extremely smart, fundamentally speaking, I am just a handsome swordsman. I have never learned the intrigues in the business world, so I don't know how to do it."
He threw the sword on the ground, took a breath, then carried the old man on his back and continued moving forward.
After taking two steps, he stopped again, stretched out his right hand and wiped it on his left face, only to feel great pain.
He put his right hand in front of his eyes and saw that it was full of blood.
My face hurt, my heart hurt, and I took a breath immediately.
"Fucking fart!"
"These bastards actually dare to ambush and kill me, you are so brave."
"It's okay to hurt Mr. Fu, but you still dare to ruin the master's unparalleled appearance?"
Yue Ting made a sound, vomited blood, and cursed angrily: "When my young master, that old bastard, comes, I will pull you out one by one, and I will cut off all your faces."
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Gathering in the blessed land of the Holy Mountain.
Dongsheng Dynasty, Fengcheng, Huai'an, Zhongwang Mountain.
It's the time when the weather is clear and refreshing.
Lu He sent a letter.
"Whose letter?"
"Seventh Prince."
"oh?"
"The seventh prince sent a generous gift this morning and a letter for the prince to read."
"Bring it over and let me take a look."
Zhuang Ming looked indifferent, opened it, glanced at it, showing a mocking look.
"It's because his counselor Song Tianyuan became my enemy. He apologizes deeply, and has started to clean up the remaining members of the Song family. Give me an explanation."
"What?" Lu He was quite surprised.
"Speaking of which, King Chen supports the Crown Prince of the East Palace. The reason why Song Tianyuan returned to Huai'an this time and secretly reported me to King Chen is a bit of an attempt to lure the tiger away from the mountain."
Zhuang Ming said: "It was probably to give the seventh prince more confidence in the capital, but unfortunately it fell into my hands. Now this seventh prince is really ruthless."
Lu He said slowly: "If it weren't for his ruthlessness, Song Tianyuan would not have chosen to assist him."
Zhuang Ming smiled and said: "That's true."
After he finished speaking, he asked again: "How is the matter?"
Lu He responded: "According to the Young Master's instructions, it's basically completed, but..."
Zhuang Ming said: "If you have something to say, just say it."
Lu He said: "It's just that my Qianlong Villa has the Dragon Lord sitting in charge, which is safer than the palace. The young master has made all kinds of arrangements, but he is so eager. Why is it so urgent?"
Zhuang Ming felt the vibration of the true energy and said slowly: "I feel uneasy and must take precautions before it happens."
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The backyard is located.
Shuang Ling is still making preparations, preparing the corresponding prescription according to the young master's instructions.
Over the years, the young master has taught her many things.
And the process of refining medicine is what the young master attaches the most importance to.
"Since the Song Dynasty and Yuan Dynasty, King Chen has been here again and launched attacks one after another, leaving the young master thinking about countermeasures and having trouble sleeping and eating."
"Finally, with the Dragon Lord in charge, even the emperor of the Dongsheng Dynasty no longer has to be afraid."
"But the young master has been feeling uneasy for the past two days."
"After refining this, I'll make a soothing incense for you."
She thought like this, looking at the stove in front of her and pursed her lips slightly.
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Zhongding Prefecture.
There was a middle-aged man walking slowly with his hands behind his back.
He set foot on this land yesterday.
Unexpectedly, there are no traces of practitioners on this land.
Practitioners are regarded as illusory existences, existing only in ancient books hundreds of years ago, or in stories and legends made up by mortals in recent years, and are revered as immortals and gods.
"All living beings in the vast world are ordinary people."
The middle-aged man secretly thought: "This is a thoroughly mundane world. Compared to the Heavenly Star Blessed Land, it is even more thorough... It's like a barbarian land?"
"In the Heavenly Star Blessed Land, after all, there is the Tianji Pavilion hanging high in the sky, and there are also elders and disciples from the outer sect walking around the human world to monitor all changes in the blessed land."
"But in this world, there is not even a trace of supervision. It seems that there are really no practitioners, and all cultivation has been eliminated."
He traveled around Dongzhou and visited many places.
I have never encountered any place so weird.
In such a vast land, there is not a single cultivator.
Even the word "cultivation", in the eyes of the world, has become a word in fairy tales, a made-up and illusory legend.
But for him, the simpler this world is, the more relaxed and unrestrained he becomes.
"The story about the dragon is probably true."
The middle-aged man secretly thought: "It's just that these ordinary people, even practitioners, regard them as legendary immortals and gods. They also half-believe in the dragon thing and only listen to it as a story..."
There are rumors in the market that a dragon flew out of Qianlong Villa in Zhongwang Mountain and defeated more than 20,000 Zhennan troops.
However, many people did not fully believe it and simply thought that Qianlong Villa was hiding elite soldiers to resist the Zhennan Army.
But he traveled around the world and did some research. From the details in the story, he can roughly conclude that the matter is true.
But whether it is true or false, he still has to experience it himself.
"In this mortal world where there are no practitioners, a dragon appears."
"This is quite strange."
"No matter what, if there really is a dragon that has just become a great demon, my trip will be worthwhile."
"Fengcheng, Zhongwangshan, Qianlong Villa?"
"Is it this direction?"
The middle-aged man looked over and immediately stepped down.
The magic power is transported, and the wind and clouds gather.
He soared into the sky and went straight into Qingming.
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Qianlong Villa.
After the catastrophe, everything was rebuilt.
The villa has also returned to its former glory.
In front of the gate, two guards, both wearing long swords, stood on one side.
Not long ago, corpses were piled up in the doorway at the back, covered in blood.
The open space in front of the villa was littered with corpses and pools of blood.
The dragon's paw prints were filled in yesterday.
"That day, the dragon king rose from the villa and entered the wind and clouds. Later, he descended and killed all directions, sweeping away thousands of troops. He was really fierce and unparalleled."
"Yes, Lord Long's body was entrenched and was larger than the house. But after that day, it disappeared. Where was it hidden? There seems to be no place to hide Lord Dragon in our villa..."
"You weren't in front that day. I followed Mr. Liu, but I saw that Mr. Long's body was as big and small as he wanted. In an instant, he became much smaller and was put into the sleeves of the young master."
During the conversation between the two guards, the Mr. Liu they talked about was Liu Quan that day.
On that day, Liu Quan made great contributions and made breakthroughs in martial arts. He was given a heavy reward by Zhuang Ming and his status was also elevated. He replaced Lu Yang and took over the burden left by Lu Yang after his death.
Ordinary guards call him Mr. Liu.
"Speaking of this..."
The guard on the left just said what he said.
But he saw the guard on the right change his face slightly and shouted: "Who are you?"
I saw someone suddenly appear in front of the villa's gate, silently.
This man appears to be middle-aged, with a plain expression. He stands with his hands behind his back, and his eyebrows show a haughty look.
"Go in and let Zhuang Ming greet me."
"May I ask, Your Majesty, where do you come from?"
The guard frowned slightly. Now the young master is as tall as a fairy, but this person's tone is arrogant and extremely disrespectful. He dares to call the young master by his name and threatens to greet him in person. What's the origin?
The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed and he shouted: "You ants! They are noisy!"
He suddenly waved his hand!
Bang!
Both guards groaned, vomited blood, and fell down on their backs.
In just an instant, their chests collapsed, their internal organs were damaged, and they died unexpectedly.
Chapter completed!