Taichong Longjun looked up and saw Lu Jingqiu's vigorous pen writing a few lines of text through the back of the paper.
But below the text is an autumn picture painted by Lu Jing using small freehand techniques.
The sky in the picture is filled with autumn clouds, storms are rising, and frost is falling to the ground.
Heavy clouds and mist cover the sky and the scorching sun, as if a storm is brewing.
The flowers withered due to frost, and leaves fell everywhere, creating a desolate scene.
But when Taichong Longjun saw this painting, a flash of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes.
But where the flowers withered, there were golden chrysanthemums blooming proudly.
The chrysanthemums are different from other dead branches and leaves. They are full of vitality and bloom proudly in the face of the frost!
As a cultivator in the eighth realm, Taichong Longjun possesses the status of a heavenly dragon. But when his eyes fell on the papyrus paper, the ink painting outlined in a few dozen strokes seemed to depict a bleak autumn day with chrysanthemums everywhere.
The whole city, from a distance, looks like it is covered with golden armor, standing in the rustling west wind, like clouds reflecting the sky, like a fire burning all over Taixuan!
"When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they have bloomed."
"The soaring incense array penetrates Taixuan, and the city is filled with golden armor!"
A few four lines of text fell into the eyes of Taichong Longjun.
However, Taichong Longjun only felt an extraordinary momentum that shot straight into the sky, bursting out from between the lines of the four-line poem.
"When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill hundreds of flowers after they bloom!"
Taichong Longjun took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and saw that the clouds and mist covering Taixuanjing in the sky had dissipated.
But when he looked at Lu Jing's paintings again, he vaguely felt that the dark clouds in the sky above his head were overwhelming, overwhelming the world, overwhelming Taixuan!
"With frost, the city is covered with dark clouds, and the bleak autumn day is spoken by the immortals in the sky looking down on it."
"With the withered flowers, it is said that the world looks up to the sky and dare not resist the immortals!"
"And this city is filled with golden chrysanthemums..."
Taichong Longjun's pupils were slightly condensed. When he read through the four lines of poetry written by Lu Jing on the papyrus paper, he suddenly felt mixed feelings in his heart.
These few lines of poems describe a story that is dazzling, majestic and heroic!
Lu Jing was in Taixuan Capital, facing the heavy pressure of dark clouds in the sky, but he still painted such a scene!
Under the dark clouds in autumn, although the flowers have withered, there are still chrysanthemums all over the city wearing golden armor and blooming in the frost.
"The West Tower in the sky is about to fall to the mortal world to blame Lu Jing. Lu Jing seems to be alone in Taixuan Capital, but there is not just one chrysanthemum in his painting. Chrysanthemums in the painting are everywhere, and they are all proud.
In full bloom."
Taichong Longjun whispered in his heart.
It is in this Five Directions Sea that apart from the old candle dragon that fell from the sky, the highest-ranking heavenly dragon saw this kind of painting and saw these four lines of poetry.
He felt that there seemed to be some indescribable mysterious power in these paintings and poems, which made his heart surge and made his hatred for the immortals in the sky even deeper. It even made Taichong Longjun want to be that person.
One of the golden armors all over the city, standing proudly in the cold.
But then, a ray of spiritual thought from Taichong Longjun suddenly shone, and a suspended heavenly dragon appeared in his mind, making Taichong Longjun suddenly calm down.
"The enmity between Lu Jing and Dragon should not be forgotten lightly."
The incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord closed his eyes and no longer looked at the piece of papyrus.
Lu Jing looked calm and gently threw the papyrus in his hand into the void.
The papyrus flew higher and higher until it flew into the clouds and disappeared completely.
But the scene in Taixuan Capital suddenly changed drastically.
The gentle spring day in the sky turned yellow, and the flowers that were about to bloom in Taixuan Capital suddenly shrouded a completely different vision.
Those who have cultivated in the sixth realm or above are shocked to realize that the sky in Taixuan Jing has changed, the wind and frost are approaching, and the autumn wind has begun.
All the flowers in Taixuan Capital are withered and withered.
Many practitioners didn't understand what was going on in Taixuan Capital, so they all used their spiritual thoughts and used Xuan Gong to look around.
Immediately afterwards...
They also saw an even more amazing sight.
All the flowers in the Taixuan Sutra are withered, but they are full of chrysanthemums wearing golden armor.
Those chrysanthemums exuded bursts of rich fragrance, permeating the city and reaching into the sky.
Those who looked up to see this astonishing vision saw many great scholars.
Like Ji Yuanzhi, Li Shen's characters also looked up at the sky. Just when they were amazed by the magnificence of this scene, they saw a piece of papyrus flying out of the fragrance of chrysanthemums all over the city.
On the cursive paper, Lu Jing's cursive writing is flowing freely. Even if you are a calligrapher in Xuandu, if you look at the cursive writing, you will only feel that there is vertical and horizontal momentum in it.
The cursive calligraphy and ink are extremely energetic. The brushstrokes are connected and rotated in a galloping way. The scrolling and scrolling are all appropriate. The cutting is decisive and neat. The connecting is to take advantage of the momentum without rushing through the stream. The brushstrokes are crowned with spirit, which shows the strength!
"good!"
Ji Yuanzhi, who had always been elegant, clenched his fists and looked up at the cursive writing on the hanging paper.
But in the next moment, Ji Yuanzhi reacted suddenly.
The same is true for the great scholar Li Shen.
"The cursive writing on this piece of papyrus paper is exquisite and thorough, but it is not carved or polished. It is not an exaggeration to call it a masterpiece.
But what is really precious on this piece of papyrus is not only the calligraphy and ink, but also this painting, and even these four lines of poetry!"
"After my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers will bloom. Lu Jing...has the courage of a prince, and has the spirit of a young leader and a young swordsman."
Ji Yuanzhi and Li Shenju were in a trance, looking at the papyrus hanging in mid-air and the strange phenomena all over the city.
As the vision rippled out, a scene suddenly appeared in the mind of the cultivator in Taixuanjing.
They saw one of the chrysanthemums blooming all over the city transform into a young man dressed in white with a sword on his waist.
The cold wind was biting in the void, and dark clouds shrouded the sky.
Cold wind and dark clouds descended into the void accompanied by a hazy pavilion, seeming to overwhelm the heaven and earth, the spirit of the young man in white, and the sharp sword energy in his body.
"That young man is Mr. Lu Jing. That pavilion in the clouds and mist must come from behind Tianguan!"
Someone reacted immediately.
Under the biting frost, Lu Jing looked up at the sky alone, but the chrysanthemums were still in full bloom.
"The soaring incense array penetrates Taixuan, and the city is filled with golden armor!"
Li Shen murmured to himself.
The great scholar Ji Yuanzhi also understood at this moment...
"There is an immortal tower in the mortal world, and Lu Jing expresses his ambition through poetry and painting, but his poems and paintings are not just praising himself. There are even golden armor-like chrysanthemums everywhere in Taixuan Jing. Li Shen, Ji
Yuan Zhi and many other Taixuanjing practitioners fell silent.
The mysterious vision in Taixuanjing disappeared.
Spring has returned to the world, the withered flowers are in bud, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums has disappeared all over the city.
In the small courtyard of Kongshan Lane, Lu Jing was still sitting in front of the table drinking tea.
However, the incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord could clearly detect that there were wisps of spiritual thoughts and gazes that traveled across the far distance with respect and fell on this empty mountain alley.
Taichong Longjun stood up, turned around and looked at the entrance of the small courtyard, but saw that it was empty.
"Lu Jing."
There was a hint of regret in Taichong Longjun's tone: "There are countless powerful people in Taixuanjing, but it's a pity that this is Dafu Taixuanjing, the center of Dafu.
The practitioners here all stand in the Dafu Chaotang.
Dafu Chaotang...can't help you."
Lu Jing was about to speak.
At the entrance of Kongshan Alley, someone came with a knife in his hand.
The man holding the knife was wearing a blue robe and his eyes were burning.
The ghost-headed sword behind him is the world-famous Shangui sword, which is extraordinary.
"He is the concubine of the Duke of Nanguo."
Taichong Longjun nodded and said: "I don't have any official position, but I can help you."
When Taichong Longjun spoke.
Nan Xuehu had already walked into the courtyard. He had obviously heard Taichong Longjun's words and naturally knew the origin of this incarnation. However, he ignored Taichong Longjun and walked straight to Lu Jing.
Lu Jing hasn't spoken yet.
However, Taichong Longjun shook his head and said: "It's just...the cultivation level of the innate is too weak for the first time, and the immortal can be killed with a flick of his sleeve..."
The incarnation of the Dragon Lord has not yet finished speaking.
Nan Xuehu suddenly flipped his wrist, and there was a long knife in his hand.
The long sword had a blue-grey scabbard and a straight handle, never emitting a single ray of light.
But when Taichong Longjun saw the knife, his eyes suddenly changed and his brows suddenly frowned.
"Sir, he gave me the famous sword Shangui. Xue Hu is weak and the immortal can kill me with a flick of his sleeve, but Xue Hu...can lend this sword to you, sir."
As Nan Xuehu spoke, he threw the seemingly ordinary five-foot-long knife in his hand.
Lu Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, and casually grabbed it into the air, and the long knife fell into his hand.
Taking the long knife into his hand, Lu Jing grasped the handle and pulled out the six-inch blade.
But he saw that the long knife was emitting white light, and the edge of the knife had no edge. It looked old and decrepit, but Lu Jing's eyes were like those of a Taichong dragon, and they changed drastically in an instant.
He silently put the six-inch blade into the scabbard, looking at Nan Xuehu with surprise in his eyes.
Nan Xuehu smiled and said: "I stole this knife from the Nanfu ancestral temple. I can lend it to you, sir. I think it will be fine."
Taichong Longjun suddenly understood.
How could Nan Xuehu, a sixth-grade innate martial arts monk, steal this world-famous sword in silence?
"Stealing the sword is false, but Duke Nanguo borrowing the sword is true."
Taichong Longjun sneered: "But I never thought that the first person to hold this grass-cutting knife since Lingchao would be not a descendant of Nanfu, but Lu Jing, who had a quarrel with the Nanguo Duke."
Lu Jing also heard Nan Xuehu's words. He lowered his head and thought for a while before gently placing the grass-chopping knife in his hand across the table.
"In this case, Lu Jing will..."
"Why do you need to thank me, sir?"
Nan Xuehu said: "Sir, he did not hesitate to be seriously injured to send my sixth uncle out of Xuandu. I, the son of the Nan family, have some strength, so I will naturally remember your kindness."
"Besides... this grass-chopping knife has been dormant for too long. If it is not stained with blood, I am afraid that the blade will not be able to cut grass. Sir, holding the knife, you have the right to sharpen this grass-chopping knife again."
"Okay." The smile on Lu Jing's face became brighter and brighter, and he nodded in agreement: "Wait until I kill a few more immortals, and use the blood of the immortals to sharpen the grass-cutting knife."
When Nan Xuehu heard Lu Jing's words, he remembered the vision in Taixuan Jing just now, and his blood boiled in his heart, and then he suddenly felt that his mood was aroused.
"It's a pity that my cultivation is too weak..."
Nan Xuehu sighed in his heart, but when he saw Lu Jing reaching out his hand and stroking the grass-chopping knife on the table, he felt that this grass-chopping knife should be in the hands of someone like Lu Jing.
Thinking of this, he walked to the table and took out a bottle of wine.
"This is the century-old Bamboo Leaf Green left behind by Uncle Six. I have always been reluctant to drink it. When my husband returned to Taixuanjing, I just opened this wine. I wish you to travel thousands of miles to explore the tiger's den, and draw your sword and dance in the dragon spring with three cups."
Nan Xuehu poured the wine and drank it all in one gulp.
Lu Jing and Wei Jingzhe also drank this wine together.
Taichong Longjun's eyes still fell on the grass-chopping knife on the table. Until two or three breaths passed, he looked left and right again, and saw many figures suddenly appeared on Yanglu Street.
He saw a woman wearing a gauze dress on the roof of another small courtyard in Kongshan Lane, looking at the small courtyard.
He saw Nan Heyu hesitated at the entrance of the empty mountain alley, but his eyes were full of determination.
In the clouds and mist in the sky, Luo Shubai was planning to take this opportunity to see if he could also kill an immortal.
There was even a shirtless Nanzhao boy squatting on the side of the street with his fists clenched, wondering what he was thinking.
…
When Taichong Longjun saw these many people and sensed the many spiritual thoughts and the apologies in his eyes, he suddenly felt a little irritable in his heart.
"This seems to show that I, the Great Fulong, want to murder the heroes who fight against the sky with evil intentions."
Taichong Longjun flicked his sleeves and said to Lu Jing: "Lu Jing, we will meet again later."
Waves of mist lingered around the body of this incarnation of spiritual thoughts, and it seemed that it was about to dissipate.
Just at this moment, there was a stream of light in the sky like fire, and a silver light like a waterfall!
The clouds and mist in the sky were torn apart, and the void shook and roared, and then a little cold light suddenly appeared...
A silver spear shot through the air, like shooting a wolf!
Chi!
The unimaginable surging energy and blood tore through the turbulent wind and clouds, bringing out a terrible opportunity. In an instant, it fell straight into the Lu Jing courtyard and pierced the incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord!
Sonorous.
The silver spear was so light that it instantly penetrated the incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord and stabbed a blue brick in the courtyard.
The incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord groaned, but his expression did not change, but he raised his head to look at the void in the sky.
His gaze traveled across a long distance in an instant, flew out of Taixuanjing, and landed on Jiao Shen Mountain.
But on the Horned God Mountain, a man wearing silver armor suddenly stood up.
He stood on the top of the mountain and stared.
Suddenly there was a heavy wind and rain on Jiao Shen Mountain, with flying sand and rocks.
In the abyss at the foot of the mountain, the clouds and mist are surging, and the monsters living on the Jiao Shen Mountain seem to feel great terror. They keep whining and hide in the shadows and tremble!
The man was currently overlooking Taixuanjing under Jiaoshen Mountain.
His eyes were cold and cold, but they contained violent energy and blood. His aura was vast, mysterious, vast, and terrifying.
"Yu Dongshen."
The incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord gradually turned transparent. He looked up at Prince Chong'an on Jiao Shen Mountain, and saw nine hundred tiger-riding soldiers at the foot of Jiao Shen Mountain looking at Tai Xuan Jing with cold eyes.
Nine hundred black tigers kept pacing at the foot of the mountain, roaring softly, as if they wanted to choose people to devour.
"You are the crown prince of Chong'an and a figure in the Dafu court."
"You can't help Lu Jing."
Taichong Longjun spoke indifferently.
"Old Long." Yu Dongshen opened and closed his eyes, with clouds billowing in his eyes.
He stretched out his hand, and the silver gun in the small courtyard of Kongshan Alley instantly turned into a stream of light, making a sonorous sound and falling into Yu Dongshen's hands like a meteor.
Yu Dongshen’s robes are like flags at this moment...
"I won't help Lu Jing."
"Dafulong wants to ask Chong'an Sanzhou Yu Qixiang for justice. I am entering Xuandu this time to give you, this old dragon, justice!"
Tai Chong Dragon Lord's incarnation grinned: "Junior, those warriors with high blood in Northern Qin have overwhelmed your mind? Otherwise, why would you be so crazy?"
Yu Dongshen remained silent, looking down at the nine hundred warriors riding tigers at the foot of the mountain.
The tiger-mounted soldiers in front all dispersed.
In the center of the soldiers, a white tiger lies on the ground and sleeps soundly.
The white tiger carried a large halberd across its back.
That spurge mixed with the brilliance of a scorching sun.
The incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord trembled, his complexion suddenly changed, and the incarnation disappeared.
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Jiang Chen traveled through the world of immortality, and found a strange dream world.
The timeline during the day will be repeated in the dream, and you can do whatever you want in the dream and spend spiritual stones to bring out the things in it.
From then on, during the day, Jiang Chen was obedient and his moral principles were supreme. In his dream, Jiang Chen struck out with a heavy fist and defeated everything recklessly.
When encountering difficulties, he just throws his head back and falls asleep, cultivating immortality and attaining immortality in his dreams along the way.