Lu Jingdao: "It is said that the Emperor of Heaven has been in seclusion for a long time. Maybe the Emperor of Heaven has come out of seclusion and has mastered several truths of heaven and earth?

Or...they have developed an immortal treasure that is as good as the Heavenly Palace? They are not afraid of the true backlash of heaven and earth."

Jiang Xianshi took over Lu Jing's words: "Perhaps the spiritual tide is coming again, depriving the mortal spiritual tide and offsetting the true punishment of heaven and earth. It is a good deal no matter what."

Lu Ding nodded: "In any case, the so-called orthodox knowledge of the Eight Great Masters of Hedong is no longer able to govern the world.

People need to survive..."

"What's more, the biggest drawback of the ideas of the eight great families in Hedong is that they don't care much about human dignity, loyalty to the emperor, loyalty and filial piety, and ethics often make many people have no dignity.

This is also the biggest contradiction between the philosophy of the Eight Great Masters of Hedong and the philosophy of the library.

Perhaps the reason why the library left Taixuanjing is because the philosophy of the library is contrary to what Emperor Chongtian did."

Jiang Xianshi asked doubtfully: "Is it said that Emperor Chongtian summoned Mr. Guanqi to Taixuan Palace and tried to retain Mr. Guanqi and the library?"

When Lu Jing heard the words "Mr. Guanqi", his expression changed obviously, and even his voice became deeper: "Perhaps Emperor Chongtian is not willing to let the library enter the Xuandu for decades, but it is still not used by him?"

…

The two are talking.

Lu Jing seemed to have realized something. Jiang turned around and saw Wei Jingzhe and Xu Wugui walking out of a newly built courtyard in a small courtyard to the side.

In the hazy mist at the foot of the mountain, two people came walking.

One of them was still young, carrying a big knife on his back and holding a horse in his hand.

Another middle-aged man was dressed in short clothes and had a square face. He didn't look outstanding.

When Wei Jingzhe saw the young man, he was a little surprised at first, and then he grinned and faced the man with Xu Wugui.

…

The concubine of the Nan family, who once ran for thousands of miles through the night and was able to kill soldiers of the Northern Qin Dynasty at a young age, actually came to Taihua City under the moonlight, carrying mountain ghosts on his back and leading Yuelong Mountain.

Coming with him was a farmer man who always accompanied Jiang Baishi and led the white ox for Jiang Baishi.

Nan Xuehu was also grinning. The blue clothes on his body and the jade pendant around his waist were the same as when Lu Jing first saw him in the west courtyard of the Lu Mansion on Changning Street.

The only difference is that after three years, Nan Xuehu's face has not changed, but his eyes have become more determined.

"My father used Taichong Longjun Longjiao as medicine, and he has saved a life, and his energy is even better than before.

Nan Yuexiang and more than a dozen elders in the family don't want my father to leave the position of head of the family, but my father insists on letting me go south to take a look at the business in Sunan, Jiangnan, and Huainan."

Nan Xuehu took off the huge mountain ghost sword. He sat in front of the stove and looked sideways at Lu Jing and the man in short clothes outside the door.

Wei Jingzhe rolled up his sleeves, revealing the strange mark on his arm, and roasted some oranges in the fire with his bare hands.

"Although the Duke of Nanguo cannot be said to be as wealthy as the country, when it comes to his family's wealth, it is indeed worthy of praise.

The Nanguo Duke's business is all in the south, and even the pearl business in Nankaido is taken over by the Nanguo Duke's palace. Don't you know what your father has in mind when he lets you go south?"

Nan Xuehu said: "Of course I know."

Wei Jingzhe said: "It's really strange for you, the Nan family, that no one is willing to build a throne on the top of a mountain as big as the Duke of Nanguo."

"I am a concubine, so naturally I always dream of being able to ascend to the position of head of the family as a concubine."

Nan Xuehu frowned and said, "It's just... I've been feeling restless lately, and I always dream about my sixth uncle in my dreams.

I dreamed about a heavy rain that made the return journey muddy, and then about Mount Taihua, about the moon hanging in the sky, about the swordsman raising his sword to the sky, and about... Uncle Six who climbed Mount Taihua with his head raised."

Wei Jingzhe thought for a moment: "Nan Fengmian is a world-renowned wealthy man. Mr. Lu Jing once said that he went to Qi to eliminate evil in the world. It is probably a good thing that he raised his head to climb the mountain. He should be mentioning Qi.

The head of King Yuan..."

"My sixth uncle raised his head to climb the mountain, but he was carrying his own head." Nan Xuehu gritted his teeth, worried.

Wei Jingzhe was startled, and even Lu Jing and the man in short clothes in the distance turned their heads.

Lu Jing frowned and looked at Nan Xuehu.

Nan Xuehu was silent for a few breaths and said: "Perhaps I am too worried, thinking about it every day and dreaming about it at night.

It’s just a dream, but it can’t be taken seriously.”

Lu Jing nodded slowly and walked away from the man in short clothes.

The man in short clothes walked beside Lu Jing. He turned his head to look at Lu Jing and said, "You, like Mr. Nan, have taken this dream seriously."

If Nan Xuehu hadn't been worried and couldn't let go of this dream, he would never have abandoned the rules of the house and decided to ignore it and lead Yuelongshan and the Mountain Ghost Sword to Taihua Mountain.

Lu Jing's expression seemed to be normal, but the clenched fists hidden under his sleeves were filled with traces of energy and blood.

"It's not impossible for ordinary people to see the future in dreams. But I don't know what kind of luck Mr. Snow Tiger of the Nan family has to encounter such extraordinary things."

The low voice of the man in short clothes reached Lu Jing's ears.

Lu Jing thought of Qing Yue again, remembering that Qing Yue had seen blood under the color of blood. He walked out of Tai Xuan Jing with his sword and saw rivers of blood flowing in Tai Xuan Jing.

Today, Nan Xuehu came to Taihua Mountain alone because of his dream, and he couldn't help but become more and more worried about Nan Fengmian.

The man in short clothes seemed to notice that Lu Jing was worried, so he said: "As I just said, there are often traces of things in the world. Under the truth of heaven and earth, among the immortals in the sky and the mortals on the earth, there is a person who knows divination.

By.

If Mr. Lu Jing is really worried, he might as well go to find the Lord of Zhenwu Mountain on Zhenwu Mountain, or go to Landa Temple to find the strict emperor.

If you have no friendship with these two extraordinary people, you can also go to Taihao Palace for a walk.

Although Taihao Que is also a famous sect in the world, it is not as powerful as Zhenwu Mountain and Landuo Temple. It seems to be inaccessible to strangers, but it is more down-to-earth."

"Taihao Que is also proficient in divination?" Lu Jing's expression changed slightly, as if he was thoughtful.

At this moment, the man in short clothes said with a slight hesitation in his tone: "It would be best if we could find the most powerful divination master in the world, Shen Xian Gong. But this Shen Xian Gong has not been born for a long time... I'm afraid

It’s not that easy to find.”

"In my opinion, it's best to go to Taihao Que. If Taihao Que is a Taoist who belongs to Taihao and is really willing to do divination, even if he really gets something, he can go to Congjun Mountain and cross the 800-mile Shuanghua River.

Head to Qi State."

The man in short clothes seems to be well-informed.

Lu Jing straightened his expression, saluted the man in short clothes and said, "Don't you know your senior's name?"

The man in short clothes looked a little dodgey and hesitant, as if he didn't want to say his name.

Lu Jing saw this and was about to take back the question, but the man finally replied: "My old name was Murong Chui, but since my backbone was broken, I feel ashamed of the surname Murong and only call myself the Cowherd."

"Murong Chui?"

Lu Jing's expression suddenly changed, and he looked around at Taihua Mountain.

On the top of Taihua Mountain, apart from a self-cultivation tower, there are only seven or eight scattered courtyards.

Most of these yards are deserted.

But I never thought that today, Taihua Mountain would welcome such a person.

“The country was founded and then destroyed, passed through the Battle of Lingtide, was defeated by Wei Xuanjun, and had his spine broken by the Tianzhu, but he is still the Great Dragon Elephant to this day.

The person standing next to Chief Shiraishi is actually the rumored Murong Chui."

Even Lu Jing couldn't help but be surprised. Just as he was about to ask, suddenly there was a storm in the distance in the direction of Chong'an Sanzhou.

Lu Jing raised his brows, the Emperor Star Taiwei Yuan was shining with starlight, and the three gods' magical powers were hanging in the air.

From a very far distance, Lu Jing saw someone getting up from Zhong'an Sanzhou and walking out of the dilapidated city alone.

He walked with his hands behind his back, never riding a white tiger, all the way south.

Along the way, strong winds picked up.

Lu Jing and Murong Chui looked at each other.
Chapter completed!