Chapter eight hundred and thirty seventh call my brother
On the third floor of the big library, most of the Taoist magical powers are stored here. In addition to the "Yuanshi Tianzhang" secretly passed down by the master, the Kunlun Palace's tens of thousands of years of inheritance are here. The extremely strong Taoist charm is enriched here.
Natural formations are created around certain powerful techniques. Not only are those who are destined not to approach, but there are often many phantoms of the ancestors shuttled between the bookshelves, or staying to read scriptures. This is very common.
Lu Zhengkang found some exercises for drinking and breathing, and also selected some small skills, such as walking through walls, escaping from the ground, phantom of the moon palace, locust sand, etc., and then selected some tricks such as playing with lead and mercury, and mixing milk and medicine.
Fangzi, these are all suitable for ordinary people to practice.
Ordinarily, the fourth uncle could appoint disciples from Laojun Temple to visit his old friend's children, but this matter was the uncle's order. Early the next morning, Lu Zhengkang packed his bags, dressed in commoners, and met Qing Ningzi, who was wearing Taoist robes.
When they met, she said that it was a good thing that she was sent out to travel around the world, otherwise, the red building would be full of idiots who wanted to fight Lu Zhengkang in a sword fight.
It turns out that he is a drunken swordsman who has become famous. When he killed the monk, he had only mastered the swordsmanship. But yesterday when he fought with Sheng Xuzi, his swordsmanship in the world of mortals had already begun to show signs.
I have never heard of any sword cultivator who can show his swordsmanship in Qi training realm. I can only say that we don’t understand the world of genius, but it is still possible to challenge genius, right? Anyway, good friends, stop here, even if you kill with one sword
If I die at the hands of such an outstanding swordsman, my life will not be in vain...
If Lu Zhengkang had some kind of reputation system, he would have unlocked the "little fame" achievement at this time.
Uncle Master sent Lu Zhengkang out in advance, and I don’t know if it was out of the idea of protecting his disciples. Sword fighting is a place of fame and fortune, and it is difficult for those who enter to clear themselves. Grudges are murderous swords that will not be removed for ten lifetimes. If you really want to fight with swords, you should choose
For a formal place, choose a formal place, such as Chilou. The bell must be rung to announce before the sword fight, and the bell must be rung to announce the end of the sword fight. In this way, even if one party dies, relatives and friends cannot take revenge.
Rules are like rivers and lakes. I don't know who has said - "Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. My uncle told me to go out and hide for a while. Of course he has his reasons. The end of the world is right in front of us, let's set off."
Qing Ningzi rolled her eyes, "Aren't you afraid of everything, the invincible wine swordsman? Are you still afraid of the world?"
Lu Zhengkang rubbed his cheek, "I'm not afraid of the world. How can I be afraid in the world? I just want to hang out with you. Also, I'm not the Jiujianxian. The Jiujianxian is a scumbag."
"What is a scumbag?"
"A scumbag is a heartless person."
"Then you are the Jiujianxian."
"..." Lu Zhengkang was silent for a while, "Don't talk about this. By the way, how did you convince Master Sheng Yan?"
Qing Ningzi repeated, "Persuasion? My master? She agreed."
Lu Zhengkang clicked his tongue. This noise was unintentional, but it made Qing Ningzi very concerned, "What are you doing?"
"I also think that your master will always stop us. If that's the case, it's quite..."
"It's quite annoying, isn't it?" Qing Ningzi sighed, "Everyone is right. You and I are right in love. Master is right to be worried about me. My fellow disciples are concerned, and those fellow sword cultivators are right.
You're happy with your swordsmanship. These are all correct. What are you talking about? What's wrong is that each of us hates our parents.
Even immortals can't escape these short-term things. Look, why do people seek immortals? It's rare to find a pure place. A Lu, tell me, if you weren't so stubborn, come straight here
Wouldn’t it be great if I became a disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect? Then, we will be a perfect match."
Lu Zhengkang curled his lips, "I don't want to call you senior sister."
Qing Ningzi laughed loudly, "What a drunken swordsman, you are the one who can't let go of me the most, so what if you just call me senior sister?" She pursed her lips, leaned against Lu Zhengkang's body, and leaned into his ear.
, "Even if you call me Senior Sister, I can also call you Brother Lu."
Lu Zhengkang trembled, "Don't call me brother, it's too weird."
Qing Ningzi laughed, she rarely had such an unrestrained expression, but now, they had left the Kunlun Mountains, and there were traces of people at their feet. They left the Kunlun Palace full of practitioners, and the air here suddenly became quiet and peaceful.
Relax, those practitioners are like stars and suns, radiating a sense of existence all the time, making people feel uncomfortable. In such a vast world, everything is so quiet.
The sound of the wind is very quiet, the chirping of birds and animals is very quiet, the shouting of human voices is very quiet, the sun is quiet, the mountains are quiet, everything is quiet.
Lu Zhengkang tilted his head and hugged Qing Ningzi, holding her back with one hand and pillowing the back of her head with the other. He seemed to be hugging a soft silkworm while sinking into a thick cloud. He asked Qing Ningzi to lift her chin
He put his chin on his shoulder and whispered softly, "But it sounds pretty good."
Qing Ningzi couldn't stand his breathing and her mind was distracted, so she let out a long sigh and collapsed on Lu Zhengkang, "Alu, where are we?"
Lu Zhengkang looked under the clouds and then in all directions, "We haven't reached the East China Sea, nor have we reached the South China Sea."
"What are you talking about? We are going to the Central Plains."
"I just didn't go too far."
"Then I don't know where I am."
"Just float in the sky for a while, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry." Lu Zhengkang slowly leaned back and fell among the clouds.
"Deer, what are you doing?"
"Don't do anything, just rest for a while, rest for a while."
On the wine jar nearby, the little demon flying squirrel blinked and curled up.
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Chu State, Luocheng.
Lu Zhengkang felt something unusual even from afar. There was dragon energy here, it should be said that it was the land of dragon prosperity. Lu Zhengkang thought to himself, good guy, this time he has entered Zhengyi's lair.
Who in the world doesn't know that Zhengyiyi wants to revive the prosperous age of humanity? It's no big deal. People of the righteous way are happy to see it happen. The giants of the evil sects of the demonic path have their own base. So what is really harmed is the interests of small sects and small sects.
Lu Zhengkang asked Qing Ningzi to press the clouds three miles outside the city, and each used blindness to pretend to be ordinary passers-by. A tall young knight held a jar of wine, and beside him was a delicate Taoist nun with a flower on her shoulder.
The gray flying squirrel was a strange combination, but the people around them just turned a blind eye. They sat in Daomo's teahouse for a quarter of an hour, and Dr. Tea ignored them.
Listening to the chats of the guests who were traveling on business trips, I learned that Luo City was not at peace at this time. There was civil strife in Chu, King Xiang of Eastern Xinjiang rebelled, and war broke out in the north. As the most prosperous city in Chu State, Luo City was one of the most prosperous cities in ancient Luoyang.
Although there is no war in the land now, refugees and bandits from the north have appeared one after another, and there is quite a chaos in the city.
Qing Ningzi listened to passers-by talking about the miserable conditions in the north, such as ten houses with nine empty houses, locust plagues and famine, people eating each other, and some people selling human flesh in the market. A pound of human flesh only costs twenty coins, which is even cheaper than pork.
"Alu, people in the world are in so much trouble, I have to go and help them."
Lu Zhengkang scratched his head, "It's difficult... you can't solve the problem fundamentally... So, I will give you the "Red Sky Xuanming True Mantra of Savior and Purification", and then I will ask Wei Xingyun to come over, and you can go
Spread the mantra in the northern border of Chu State, my heretic body can sense it, and then I can help them get rid of their pain."
Qing Ningzi nodded.
On the coast of the East China Sea, in the world of Wutong, the demon horse Ji Xingyun rushed out of the outside world on purple-black thunderclouds. She shouted happily: "In the human world, I Xingyun is here!" A neighing sound was like rolling thunder.
