The man in Xuanjia spoke in a rather polite tone.

There was also a lot of reverence in his eyes, and he was quite polite when facing a young man like Lu Jing who had no official status.

Lu Jing looked him up and down, brushed off the dust on his body, and then walked into the courtyard.

"Come in." Lu Jing, who never refused anyone thousands of miles away, called the man in black armor to come in.

Qing Yue and Lu Jing were admitted to the hospital and were about to go for tea when Lu Jing waved his hand to her: "Don't bother, I don't think this guest wants to drink tea."

Qing Ming was stunned for a moment, and immediately went into his room without looking at the man in black armor.

Lu Jing was standing in the courtyard, playing with some flowers in the garden.

The Xuanjia man looked around at the small courtyard and chuckled: "With Mr. Lu Jing's reputation, this small courtyard has wronged him."

Lu Jing did not raise his head, but there was some curiosity in his tone: "What? The ancient prince ordered you to give me a palace?"

The Xuanjia man's cheeks were darkened and he looked quite calm. He shook his head and said: "If you are in Qi State, sir, it is okay if you want a palace, but this is Dafu Taixuanjing, a palace in Xuandu. Apart from a few princes who have opened palaces, there is only Taixuan Palace, which disappoints you sir."

"Although the palace has never been there, if Sir is willing, Fan Yuan can certainly make it happen."

The Xuanjia man's name is Fan Yuan. He has a reserved aura. Even if he is standing in front of Lu Jing, with Lu Jing's current cultivation level, he cannot sense Fan Yuan's cultivation level at all.

Both the soul and the energy and blood seemed to be silent in the darkness, without showing the slightest clue.

The more this happened, the more Lu Jing knew that Fan Yuan was in front of him, and his cultivation level was even stronger than that of Du Gui and Yu Hu who followed the ancient artifact in Qianhua Pavilion that day.

"Qi is indeed one of the most powerful countries today, except for Dafu and Northern Qin."

Lu Jing's thoughts flashed, but he shook his head slightly: "Although my small courtyard is small, I don't need to look at anyone's face when I live in it. Even if I plant a few flowers and plants myself, I can do it as I please. I don't need to give anyone to anyone." You don’t need to write for people to draw pictures.”

Fan Yuan naturally understood the meaning of Lu Jing's words.

The man in front of him, who must have a very high cultivation level, was very humble and saluted Lu Jing again: "Sir, what my prince wants is just a painting, why should you refuse?

If you draw a picture at will, Fan Yuan will give it to you, and you will leave a lot of treasures for your husband. My prince... will also become enlightened and will no longer be obsessed with this matter. Wouldn't it be better this way?"

When Fan Yuan spoke, he bowed respectfully, and there was no threat in his tone. Instead, his words were filled with requests.

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Fan Yuan, and said, "I wonder if you have reached the seventh realm?"

Fan Yuan didn't know why Lu Jing asked, but he replied: "Fan Yuan can cultivate to the divine level."

Lu Jing sighed a little: "A monk in the spiritual realm is just doing this for a painting, so why do you do this?"

Fan Yuan straightened up, a smile appearing on his ordinary and dark face.

He shook his head and said: "Sir, you are still young and have been in Taixuan Capital for a long time. Naturally, you don't know how many heroes there are in this world.

Fan Yuan has seen a lot in his life. The seventh level of the Nine Realms of Cultivation is also the Divine Appearance and the Illuminating Star.

But in fact, starting from the sixth realm, even the same realm has its own highs and lows, and this is especially true for the seventh realm.

The gap between the first phase and the ninth phase is like an abyss, almost impossible to bridge.

And when you reach the seventh realm, if you want to take a step forward, although it is not as difficult as reaching the sky, it still requires many opportunities."

When Fan Yuan said this, he turned around and looked at the sky of Taixuanjing, with some emotion in his tone: "And this is Dafu. Taixuanjing is the most prosperous place in the world. Perhaps only the Mingyujing in the sky can be so prosperous."

Comparable to Xuan Jing.

There are countless powerful people hidden here, not to mention Dazhu Kingdom, Da Situ, Shaozhu Kingdom, the three princes, Zhongshan Marquis, Canglong Ruosi, Taixuan Dashi Ming and other figures, just those in the army.

The general is also stronger than me."

"Fan Yuan has traveled across several mountains and crossed several long rivers throughout his life, but he has also been hunted by others, and has seen the fierceness of battle formations. Because of this...I have learned the principle of being polite and respectful to others.

Fan Yuan

The black armor, coupled with the many murderous patterns branded on the black armor, looks quite sinister.

But his face and words are like a polite scholar who upholds the idea of ​​justice, knows humility and etiquette.

After Lu Jing heard what he said, he picked off a few withered yellow snow bell flowers, nodded in agreement and said, "Maybe this is the reason why King Qi Yuan sent you to follow Gu Dazi to Taixuan Capital.

According to Lu Jing's idea, Gu Chenqi came to Taixuan Capital as a hostage, and naturally he had to be accompanied by a gentleman who knew etiquette and sense of reason, and always advised the ancient prince not to act too arrogantly.

Unexpectedly, Fan Yuan shook his head: "What you said, sir, is actually overthinking.

Whether it is my king or the prince who is born with madness and violence in his blood, they themselves can see this, not to mention me.

When the prince came to Taixuanjing this time, he came with courtesy and momentum. Even if he was a little more arrogant, it would be fine. The reason why I followed the prince was just because I was ostracized in the court and had to go forward.

Come to Taixuanjing."

Fan Yuan was straightforward in his words. After these words, even Lu Jing, who had been paying attention to the flowers in the courtyard, couldn't help but turn his head and look at him.

Seeing Lu Jing's interest, Fan Yuan added, "Sir, I just asked Fan Yuan to invite you. What do you think, sir?"

My prince has a paranoid personality and always achieves what he sets his sights on. Even if it is just a trivial matter in your eyes and mine, in his eyes it is considered a big deal.

Once he has an idea in his mind, he will try every means to achieve it. If he fails to achieve it, he will always act like a madman.

Sir, it's just a painting, so why bother with the pen and ink?

Fan Yuan opened his mouth like this and commented on his master, which was quite unkind.

Lu Jing still lowered his head, looking at the flowers and plants in the garden, and asked, "I once saw a story in a travel magazine.

It is said that the ancient prince practiced a mysterious skill called the Great Glazed Heavenly Wheel, and the weapon he held was called the Glazed Moon Wheel.

The name sounds quite elegant, but when this weapon was forged, the ancient prince once killed three thousand slaves as a sacrifice to the edge of the moon wheel. I wonder if this is the case?"

When Fan Yuan heard Lu Jing's question, he looked a little puzzled and replied: "Sir, he has read a lot of books, and he probably knows that the slaves of the Qi State are born as a lowly species and their status is extremely humble.

They are born like dead things and cannot be equal to humans. The prince killing slaves and worshiping the moon is not a big deal in our country of Qi.

"So that's it." Lu Jing understood and asked again: "I also saw that the ancient prince built a bone palace in the wasteland of Qi State in order to practice martial arts. This palace was all made of human bones, and there was also human skin in it.

Many of the things that were cast are quite sensational, I wonder if this is the case?"

Fan Yuan did not hesitate, and his expression did not change: "It is true."

Lu Jing's tone finally changed and he whispered: "Actually, I'm quite curious. It's widely rumored that the ancient prince built the Bone Palace for his martial arts practice, but I also heard that the bones of the Bone Palace were made from mortal bones.

I have some doubts in my heart. I don't understand that mortals don't cultivate souls or martial arts, so their souls and bodies are not so precious.

If you can master martial arts with a mortal body, the soul, the devil cultivators in the world, the demon cultivators may have killed all the mortals in the world, and most places in the world will be deserted, with bones like mountains."

"Fan Yuan, come and tell me, did the ancient prince kill people to practice martial arts, or for... his own evil mind?"

Fan Yuan's eyes fell on Lu Jing and he did not answer.

After a long time, Lu Jing spoke again: "I have read some books, and like many scholars, I don't want to associate with those who are evil...

Moreover, I also cultivated a sword energy and raised a spring thunder.

The sword energy is called Fuguang, and the spring thunder brews some vitality. The world practices one path. Some people simply practice martial arts and spirituality, but there are also people who practice one breath of nature."

"I don't want to see the torture and killing of ordinary people in my heart. I also feel that those who are also born in the womb of parents should not be skinned and cramped, and their bodies should be used to build walls and roads. If they are not allowed to die, they will not be able to live in peace."

"Because of this, if I were to paint for the prince, the Fuguang Sword Qi I cultivated would no longer be sharp or even shine.

And the spring thunder that contains some vitality probably won't

It will roar, sir... please come back.

"Lu Jing stood up and finally looked directly at Fan Yuan.

Fan Yuan stood in front of Lu Jing, frowning slightly, with a look of distress in his eyes.

He also looked at Lu Jing with some regret: "It seems that sir has some dislike for my master in his heart.

So much so that painting for him spares your anger...

But Fan Yuan still wants to persuade Sir, although my master is a little crazy, he can still hold a high position. Even if he enters Taixuanjing as a hostage, as long as Dafu and Northern Qin are in a stalemate, as long as Daqi is in a stalemate

If King Qi Yuan is in charge, then my master in Taixuan Jing will be equal to having the grace to avoid death!"

"Even if he kills some unfavored princes, at this moment, Dafu will only put him under house arrest. Even if he wants to settle the score, he will only wait until the victory is decided with Northern Qin.

Mr. Lu Jing, please think carefully. He...is often reckless when he is crazy, and you can actually avoid all of this by just drawing a picture.

Fan Yuan said this, but a smile appeared on Lu Jing's face. He took a serious look at Fan Yuan, and then said: "You... you probably underestimated Lord Fu Sheng."

Lu Jing's tone was a bit solemn: "I have been born in Taixuan Jing for many years. There are many powerful men in Taixuan Jing. Even King Chong'an who held a scorching sun in his hand when he was in his prime, even Yuan Yuan."

Su Houcang of Dazhu Kingdom, who is as divine as a god in heaven, and even several gentlemen in the library mentioned Dafu and worshiped the heavenly emperor without the slightest disrespect."

"Although the ancient artifact is important, if he dares to kill the prince and offend the majesty of Emperor Chongtian, he will die without a burial place in just a moment... Fan Yuan, please remember these words, if the ancient artifact appears in the future

If crazy Lian comes, you can also use these words to persuade him.

Fan Yuan's brows furrowed further. He stood there, thought for a long time, and then remembered the great reputation of Dafu Chongtian Emperor. Then he nodded slowly, and then shook his head.

"But... Mr. Lu Jing, you are not the Prince of Dafu, but my master is the real Prince of Qi."

Lu Jinghun didn't care: "I don't want to paint for him, that's what I think in my heart, and the Fuguang Sword Qi and Chun Lei I have developed are also unwilling. That's all. Please come back."

Fan Yuan listened to Lu Jing's relaxed words, lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked curiously: "Sir, can I see your Fuguang Sword Qi and hear your Spring Thunder?"

Lu Jing frowned and gave Fan Yuan a strange look.

Fan Yuan realized that his request was indeed a bit presumptuous, so he shook his head and said with a smile: "Sir, since I am in Taixuan Jing, if I am lucky enough, I can always see it, but there is no need to rush."
To be continued...