The strong wind is thousands of miles away, and the sky is moving!

The clear wind song resounded through the void of the imperial city, causing the dragon of luck to look up to the sky and howl.

"boom--"

Above the sky, the endless waves of clouds were shaken away, and the golden aura that had been spread over the imperial city for tens of thousands of years was knocked away, revealing the starry sky twinkling in darkness.

Beyond heaven and earth, there is a vast and endless world!

At this moment, countless people in the imperial city looked up, their faces full of shock.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying. It is a sentence that the strong wind is blowing and the clouds are flying. It is truly the heroic spirit of the emperor in this world." In the Imperial City Academy, an old man with white beard stood up and shouted to the sky.

Although the Imperial City Academy was a staunch supporter of Wen Xiang, it also supported imperial power.

Many of the Imperial City Academy's teachers and great Confucians are the kind of people who pay great attention to orthodoxy and superiority.

When I heard such a magnificent imperial poem, I was immediately delighted.

"The strong wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, the powerful warriors are returning to their hometown in the sea, and the warriors are guarding the four directions! Who is it that can have such a heroic mind? Is the Tianxuan royal family about to prosper?" On the edge of Yuyan Lake, on the tide watching pavilion

Someone stopped the ink pen and spoke softly.

"With strong warriors guarding the four sides, our royal family finally has a real person who can control the world's destiny..."

In the center of the imperial city, there was a white-haired old man looking up to the sky and whispering.

"Let's go to the palace. The position of crown prince should be decided."

The old man lowered his head, his face showing uncontrollable joy.

Coincidentally, many figures in the imperial city went to the palace.

The Dragon of Fate above the sky slowly disappeared, and the heaven and earth that had been knocked away returned to their original state.

After a while, it seemed as if nothing had happened just now.

But everyone knew that they had just seen a scene that would be unforgettable in their lifetime.

The outer world, the dragon of luck, the new method of becoming a pill that spreads all over the world, the song of the wind that bombards the heaven and earth, the golden light rising into the sky, the way of becoming a god.

Ordinary people may just discuss with each other in amazement and tell about everything they saw, and they may not even add extra food to dinner.

Those powerful people who suppressed the imperial city, those who truly stood at the top of the world, all had complicated expressions on their faces.

They know better.

So they don't know whether what they see or hear today is good or bad.

The dragon of destiny in the Tianxuan world is connected with the way of heaven, the destiny of Confucianism and Taoism, and the sound of literature, phase, text, and ink.

The appearance of the dragon of luck today is a sign of great prosperity, or is it an unspeakable disaster?

Moreover, no one knew for a while why the long dragon of luck appeared.

Is it because Shinto incense has reappeared?

Or is it because of the great wind song of Wei Jiahai returning to his hometown?

Or is it because of the alchemy techniques that are spread all over the world?

But no one would have thought that these three things related to the fate of Tianxuan World are actually related to the same person!

The elixir-making technique of the Alchemy Department was left by Han Muye, the canonization of gods by Xianyue Lake was done by him, and the Great Wind Song was written by him.

Maybe, there is someone in the world who will know?

Literary appearance, literary ink sound.

It's just that Wen Xiang also seemed to want to change, which can be seen from the time when he was granted the title of God at Guanjiangkou.

In fact, if Wen Mo Sheng hadn't personally visited the small courtyard of Danyuan Pavilion and left behind the chess pieces with the power of inheritance, Han Muye would never have left the imperial poems and consecrated the gods in Xianyue Lake today.

He has no interest in challenging Wen Mo Sheng.

After seeing the Nine Heavens and Earths of the Immortal World, who would be interested in controlling the Tianxuan Realm?

What Han Muye did today was just to promote Tianxuan's general trend.

The chessboard has been laid out, so naturally it’s time to move!

In the Imperial City Academy, Lu Yuzhou, who was transplanting potted plants in the small courtyard, looked up at the sky and frowned.

He is integrated into the heaven and earth, and takes Dongshan County as his domain. Changes in the heaven and earth will naturally be detected instantly.

However, compared with Wen Mo Sheng who ruled the world, Lu Yuzhou, who only had one county left in the Dao domain, could not yet deduce the direction of this change in the world, nor could he judge whether the final direction would be good or bad.

"Why does my brother like to cause trouble?"

"Young man, are you really so energetic?"

After hesitating, he put down the hoe and walked out of the small courtyard.

"I am also stupid. I should take such a young man to spend time on a flower boat and leave him in the imperial city. Things will really happen."

Rubbing his hands, Lu Yuzhou walked to the small courtyard next to Yan Zhenqing.

"Lao Yan, do you want to drink the flower wine?"

Outside the city, on a three-foot-long small boat, Xu Wei, sitting next to a small table, stopped writing.

In front of him, on the table were pavilions and beautiful women.

His eyes fell on the quietly flowing river in front of him, and Xu Wei seemed to be able to see through the bottom of the river.

"Become a god?"

"Cultivation in this world is really wonderful."

"Thirteen big rivers outside the imperial city converge to form the Yongding River. After I die, if I can, I will become a river god."

"It's just that if I can really become a god with my heroic spirit, will I be able to see Suyun again..."

At this time, in a manor outside the imperial city, Yun Duan, who was standing by the long desk, slowly turned around, glanced at the dozens of royal elites of her generation who were sitting on the ground in front of her, and shook her sleeves in a dazed manner.

Turn around and leave.

It wasn't until she walked out of the manor that Yun Dang, who was originally tense, relaxed her shoulders, took a deep breath, and slightly stuck out her tongue.

She never imagined that just by reciting that guy's poem, the world would be shaken.

When the poem was read out, she was completely frightened.

Fortunately, Han Muye made her memorize it so she didn't break off in half a sentence.

If not for the power of heaven to backfire, she might even lose her skin even if she doesn't die.

After reading the entire poem, Yun Ding could feel relaxed, and there was an indescribable power surging in her body.

This is God's favor.

From then on, her destiny was closely related to the Heavenly Way of Zhongzhou and the Tianxuan Dynasty.

If she goes to see other people again, she will be unknowingly blessed with the power of heaven.

When she looked down at the elites of her generation just now, she just felt that these people were ordinary people, and she no longer had the fear she had before.

Even the emperor's uncle who held the banquet did not dare to look at his eyes.

This feeling is really refreshing.

Looking up, Yun Duan looked at the sky, where there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at her.

Dragon of Luck?

Lowering his head and moving forward, the old man standing in front of the carriage hurriedly bowed his body.

This powerful person in the Royal Heaven Realm did not dare to look directly at Yun Duan at this time.

"Go to Yunjin Fairy Boat."

Yun Satin's voice revealed a touch of majesty.

"Yes." The old man raised his whip and led the carriage to the river.

Outside the Imperial City, the Yongding River gathers the large and small rivers of the Imperial City into one place, on which merchant ships and boats are densely covered.

Recently, the Yunjin Fairy Boat has been stationed on the Yongding River outside the imperial city.

Yun Duan, who was sitting in the carriage, clenched her fists and looked down at the waiter in front of her.

Pages filled with poems seemed to appear in front of her.

"There are so many imperial poems, it's enough."

"No big deal, one day I'll put on those shameful women's clothes on the fairy boat..."

…

Watching the moon, on the bank of Xianyue Lake, the gods of mountains and water return to their places, and the spiritual light dissipates.

The people around him hurriedly knelt down and paid homage to him.

gods.
To be continued...