Chapter 253 Black Ice Warrior, Lu Jing’s swan song?

"The sword spirit has become the king and goes away. Kill the real dragon wherever there is a real dragon!"

"There is a demonic dragon that cannibalizes people, or sacrifices living creatures, but Lu Jing ignored the noble real dragon and killed it with his sword. The Dragon Palace was furious..."

"If you want to hear what happens next, let's wait and see what happens next time!"

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There is a middle-aged storyteller at Sifang Wine Shop on Xuanwu Street in Taixuanjing.

This storyteller was dressed as a standard storyteller throughout his life, wearing a dark blue robe and holding a gavel in his hand.

As the gavel fell on the table, making a crisp sound, many complaints suddenly came from the crowded restaurant.

"Sir, why did it end here?"

"Mr. Lu Jing killed the demon dragon. The demon dragon is the Crown Prince of Dragon Palace. What should we do?"

"Speak quickly, speak quickly, there is no need to wait until tomorrow. If you finish speaking this section today, I will be rewarded heavily!"

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The Sifang Wine Shop was noisy, with many people urging loudly, but the storyteller on the stage bowed to everyone and went behind the screen. No matter how much the tea drinkers in the Sifang Wine Shop urged, there was no sign of him.

"I have sent people to look for him a long time ago. This storyteller is not an ordinary person. He disappears after finishing his story every day. Even the shopkeeper of the Sifang Wine Shop can't find him."

In the private room on the second floor of Sifang Restaurant, Su Zhaoshi spoke to several women beside him in a calm voice.

"How could an ordinary person know what happened on the River Road?"

Ning Qiang held an embroidered handkerchief in her hand. As time went by, Ning Qiang's complexion improved a lot, her face was no longer pale, she had much more strength when she spoke, and she didn't have any minor coughs. She thought it was Mr. Eleven who was doing it for her.

The medicine I prepared had some effect.

But even so, Ning Qiang still had a little sadness in her eyebrows, but she didn't know why she was worried.

Sheng Zi lowered her head and sighed. For some reason, since Lu Jing left Beijing, Sheng Zi no longer likes to wear red. She is wearing a simple and elegant dress. The heroic spirit between her eyebrows is still there, but her eyes are filled with

Something different from the past, a lot of changes.

"I have already written to my father, but my father is on the march and I don't know if I can receive the letter."

Su Zhaoshi comforted Sheng Zi and said, "Lu Jing has always been able to turn danger into safety, so don't worry."

Lu Yi, who was still wearing two ponytails, also nodded deeply and said to Ning Qiang and Sheng Zi: "Sister Qiang, Sheng Zi, who is the third brother? Ever since he emerged, it has only been more than a year since he became a

A world-famous swordsman, he walks alone in the middle of the river. The most talented people in the world may not be able to compare with him.

If Longzi did such a thing, Third Brother is a big follower of the law, so killing him is a natural and right thing to do, so the Five Directions Dragon Palace will definitely not dare to take action against Third Brother."

In the past few days, Lu Yi often played with Sheng Zi, Su Zhaoshi, and Princess Anqing. He listened to several people's conversations and heard about many things in the world. He became much more mature than before.

In Lu Yi's heart, Lu Jing, his cousin, has been going higher and higher along the way, passing through passes and tribulations, and the same should naturally be true of the Hezhong Road.

As the blood mist of the Hezhong Road gradually became clearer, Su Zhaoshi and the two famous young men also understood the Hezhong Road more and more. They knew that the current Hezhong Road was complicated, especially when Lu Jing killed the dragon in anger, which pushed him to a new level.

In danger.

But because of this, the suppressed emotions in Shengzi's heart became more intense.

"Those dragons who committed evil things, if it were anyone else, would they draw their swords like Lu Jing did?"

When Sheng Zi thought of this, her eyes became more and more lonely.

"Singing songs to crush the monster palace, stirring up the five seas in joy!"

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"Crossing a thousand miles with a sword in the air, the wind is roaring and the thunder is loud."

"The sword energy has become the king and goes away. Where there is a real dragon, kill the real dragon."

In the past, the young man who wore simple clothes and studied hard in the cracks of the rockery has now killed Ryuko with a sword...

The gap between him and Lu Jing is getting bigger and bigger. Even though he knows that Lu Jing is in danger, he can only worry in his heart and cannot help.

He couldn't even leave Taixuanjing.

"There is a three-foot sword in the box, and he dares to kill the dragon like Wu Tan. I have to say that Lu Jing can be said to combine knowledge and action, which is admirable."

Su Zhaoshi dipped his fingers into the wine and wrote a few lines of Lu Jing's poem on the table.

"Because this mysterious storyteller has repeatedly said that Lu Jing killed the great dragon general of Ninghai and beheaded Longzi from the Dragon Palace, and because people all over the world like to hear stories about punishing evil and promoting good, Mr. Lu Jing's story of slaying the dragon has already been

It spread throughout Taixuanjing.

The common people all spread the word orally.

Many people even went to the library and said they wanted to erect a monument to Mr. Lu Jing inside the library."

Lu Yi stroked her palms and smiled and said: "The common people have always been simple. In the past, when they saw the many adults in Taixuan Jing, they always looked up.

Most adults will not pay attention to the glances cast from below.

But the third brother braved the wrath of the Dragon Palace and the danger of being chased by the dragons, resolutely killed the dragon general, crushed the blood beads, beheaded the dragon son, and avenged those innocent people who died tragically. How can these things not be praised by others? "

"Just like the previous painting on the boat..."

When Ning Qiang saw Lu Yi talking about Xu Baiyan, she quickly gave her a look.

This young lady from the Jiuhu Lu family was not stupid. She reacted immediately, lowered her head and stuck out her tongue.

"It is something that is beneficial to the people."

Su Zhaoshi said: "This incident also caused a stir among the scholars in Xuandu. In the library, the Imperial College and other academies in Xuandu, the young scholars were furious about this matter. They did not understand that under the bright daylight, the five directions

Why did the dragon son of the Dragon Palace dare to do such a thing?

Some gentlemen from the Imperial Academy have already gone to Hezhong Road to find out whether this matter is true or not. If it is true, the scholars in Taixuan Jingzhong will definitely sign a petition..."

"It's really... strange." Sheng Zi suddenly interrupted Su Zhaoshi: "This is so strange for a scholar in Xuanjing.

When I was studying, I was often full of passion, and when I saw injustice in the world, I was able to run around and cry out, hoping to clean up the filth in the world, and hoping that the evildoers would be punished."

"But once you get an official position and enter the court, it seems to be affected by something, and the warm blood in your heart seems to be frosted..."

Ning Qiang listened to the two talking and suddenly shook her head: "Not everyone is like this."

Lu Yi added: "When my cousin comes back, if he is willing to serve as an official in the court, he will definitely be a good official who cares about the people.

My cousin won’t change.”

After Lu Yi said this, he stood up again: "Sister Qingyue has been refining elixirs in seclusion in Shaomu Yuan for more than ten days.

According to Lu Yu, Sister Qingyue is extremely talented, and if she succeeds in this elixir, she will be able to sit in the clinic."

"My cousin and I will go to the library. If she comes out of confinement, we will tell Sister Qingyue all the news."

Lu Yi and Ning Qiang left together. Su Zhaoshi looked at the sky. It was already time to study. When he saw the dazed appearance, he couldn't help but sigh.

The word "love" in the world is the most touching and the most painful.

Su Zhaoshi had a deep understanding of the ups and downs involved. To this day, he and Ms. Chen's family could only exchange letters, so he naturally understood the suffering in Sheng Zi's heart.

He stood up quietly and left the restaurant alone so that Shengzi could be alone.

Even sitting in Sifang Wine Shop, her eyes fell in front of Sifang Wine Shop from the window.

Na Su Hei was pacing in place.

Sheng Zi couldn't help but think of Lu Jing stroking the horse's head and whispering softly a long time ago.

Perhaps since then, Lu Jing has been different from most people in Taixuanjing in her eyes.

There were many monks in Taixuanjing, but only Lu Jing at that time could see through Su Tui's heart and understood the reason why Su Tui wanted to die...

"I prepared red clothes. I didn't have time to see you off when you left, but you must come back safely so that I can take care of you in red clothes."

Sheng Zi was thinking this, but there was still deep worry in her eyes.

Dragon... is violent and proud.

Lu Jing angered the dragons all over the world... I just hope he can escape the disaster.

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The gate of Changliu City has collapsed, and the dragon bone plaque with the words "Bury the Dragon" written on it has fallen down. The sharp dragon bones pierced into the ruins, and the words "Bury the Dragon" are still clearly visible.

Lu Jing stood on the ten-foot-long plaque. The continuous wind and rain in the city gradually became lighter, but it did not wash away the blood in the city.

The smell of blood was pungent, and the black clothes on Lu Jing's body fluttered, bringing with it wisps of chill.

When the last dragon died in the clear cold light of the Rain Calling Sword.

The huge Changliu City has truly destroyed many dragons.

Seven hundred dragons either died in Changliu City, or died within dozens of miles of Changliu City.

On a high slope a hundred miles away from Changliu City, countless people were using their spiritual thoughts and mystical skills to watch the city.

Because the scene in this city is too shocking.

Dragon corpses piled up in the city, and blood flowed into rivers.
To be continued...