Qingyue's dragon roar suddenly rose into the sky, and the dragon energy from the imperial city flew straight out and instantly rushed to the sky above Zuichun Pavilion, pouring in terrifying pressure.
Lu Hantian, who originally took action, changed his face drastically. Under this pressure, he retreated continuously, with a solemn look on his face.
"Qing Emperor?" Lu Hantian frowned slightly and said.
The dragon energy circled in the sky for several times, and the light burst out, turning into a green figure. The green figure walked slowly, surrounded by green energy. This person looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, with a white face and no beard, eyes like the bright moon, and a spirit like stars.
The lingering green air transformed into green dragons, which crawled under its feet, as if they were stepping on thousands of dragons, arrogantly looking down on the world, like gods.
This person is the most powerful person in the imperial capital, Qingdi, the patron saint of the royal family.
The Qing Emperor's sleeves and robes shook, and Huangfu Wuji, who had fainted, was wrapped in a blue energy and floated next to the Qing Emperor.
Qingdi glanced at the unconscious Huangfu Wuji beside him, his eyes moved slightly, his attention was focused on Lu Hantian, and he smiled and said: "You must be Lu Hantian, right? I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for a hundred years, you would make such rapid progress.
Reached the peak of Tianzun Realm."
As soon as Qingdi said this, countless people around him looked shocked. They all knew that Lu Hantian should be a powerful person in the Tianzun realm, but they did not expect that he was actually a powerful person at the peak of the Tianzun realm.
The peak of Tianzun Realm is only one step away from the Imperial Power Realm. Except for the powerful ones in the Imperial Power Realm, the Four Realms are really invincible.
"Give me some face on this matter, how about letting it go?" Qingdi stared at Lu Hantian and said calmly.
Lu Hantian's eyes became extremely solemn. Qing Emperor was a powerful person in the realm of imperial power. He could not be his opponent at all. After thinking about it, Lu Hantian nodded and said simply: "Since His Majesty Qing Emperor said this,
Okay, let’s end this matter.”
"Your Muqin County is really a land of outstanding people. A hundred years ago, there was a weirdo like you, and now there is Zhuo Wen. I am afraid that in this nine-county war, your Muqin County will achieve good results."
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A smile appeared on Qingdi's lips, he stared at Zhuo Wen behind Lu Hantian thoughtfully, and said lightly.
"Your Highness has given you the award. Zhuo Wen was just lucky. If it were a competition of strength, he would not be the second prince's opponent." Lu Hantian said with a faint smile.
Qingdi nodded lightly. With his strength, he could naturally see through Zhuo Wen's cultivation level at a glance. He was only in the early stage of the Six-wheel Emperor Realm and was able to successfully light up the morning bell and evening drum. This does not prove that this person is stronger than Huangfu Wuji, but it can only prove that this person is stronger than Huangfu Wuji.
Son is luckier.
Of course, if there is a duel between Zhuo Wen and Huangfu Wuji, Zhuo Wen will naturally lose. After all, Huangfu Wuji is a strong man at the peak of the Seven-wheel Emperor Realm, and is a whole level stronger than Zhuo Wen.
With Huangfu Wuji's talent, his true strength should be even higher. It is not a problem to rival those in the Eight-Run Emperor Realm. Even if Zhuo Wen uses all his cards, he may not be Huangfu Wuji's opponent.
"Lv Hantian! How about coming to work under this emperor? I can make you a Taifu. That is an official position for one person and above ten thousand people. You will get countless respect and endless benefits."
Qing Emperor stared at Lu Hantian with a hint of appreciation, and actually opened his mouth to recruit Lu Hantian.
"Taifu? I really didn't expect His Highness the Qing Emperor to actually plan to make Lu Hantian the Taifu."
As soon as Qing Emperor said these words, everyone around him made a noise. The status of Taifu was extremely high, only lower than that of Qing Emperor. So far, Qing Emperor has not conferred the title on anyone.
Now the Qing Emperor actually opened his mouth and planned to give Lu Hantian the Taifu in front of him, which shows that the Qing Emperor attaches great importance to Lu Hantian.
Lu Hantian's eyes flickered and he said with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, His Highness Qing Emperor! This matter is of great importance and is not a small matter. Lu must consider it carefully before giving you an answer."
Lu Hantian did not refuse directly. After all, the Qing Emperor was the only emperor of all time. He was supreme and his imperial power was inviolable. If Lu Hantian refused in front of everyone, it would obviously embarrass the Qing Emperor.
Therefore, Lu Hantian naturally wanted to speak tactfully to give Qing Emperor enough face. Although Lu Hantian was arrogant and unruly, he was not a fool.
Qing Emperor is far stronger than him. If he still dares to act unscrupulously, he is simply seeking death.
Seeing Lu Hantian's posture being so low, Qing Emperor nodded, knowing that Lu Hantian might not be willing to accept Tai Tu, so he said calmly: "Then I will give you time to think about it. I hope you can give me some advice then."
A satisfactory answer.”
After saying that, he glanced at Zhuo Wen one last time and saw that Emperor Qing was no longer here. He stepped on the void with his soles of his feet and turned into a huge dragon energy again, returning to the imperial city.
"A strong man in the imperial power realm!"
Looking at the graceful figure of Qing Emperor, Zhuo Wen also had a burning look in his eyes. Achieving the realm of emperor is the goal that every warrior desires. After all, this is the most powerful man who looks down on the entire Qingxuan Dynasty!
It's a pity that the imperial realm is too difficult. Even the talented Lu Hantian was stuck at the last step and failed to achieve the imperial realm.
As soon as Qing Emperor left, the quiet atmosphere around him became lively again. Their eyes were full of excitement. Although everyone knew that Qing Emperor existed in the imperial capital, they had never seen him before.
"Mr. Zhuo, please follow Wu Shang to the inner room. Tonight Wu Shang will fulfill his promise and play "Bodhisattva Barbarian" solo for you."
A crisp voice sounded, and the graceful Mo Yan Wushang, holding a pipa, walked slowly over and showed a charming smile to Zhuo Wen.
"Boy, you are so lucky!" Lu Hantian said with a smile with a hint of narrowing on his face.
Zhuo Wen shrugged and said to Mo Yan Wushang, "Then Miss Wushang will be there."
"You're welcome! Mr. Zhuo is the one who helped Wushang a lot this time. The morning bells and evening drums are extremely important to Wushang. Unfortunately, Wushang has little talent and little knowledge, and cannot resonate with him at all. He has never been able to consecrate it successfully."
Mo Yan Wushang smiled slightly, stared at Zhuo Wen with his beautiful eyes, and said softly: "I wonder what the name of the music that Mr. Cai just made is called? People who can make such music need more than just talent.
It also requires rich experience. I didn’t expect that Mr. Zhuo is quite experienced despite his young age.”
Zhuo Wen was a little embarrassed to be praised by Mo Yan Wushang. He did not write this rhyme. It was a rhyme from his previous life on earth, called "Broken Array", written by Xin Qiji, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.
At that time, Zhuo Wen could feel the regret and unwillingness conveyed by the morning bells and evening drums. This emotion was not similar to the mood when Xin Qiji composed the song "Broken Array".
I also want to return to the battlefield and enjoy the passion of fighting, the tender friendship, and the passionate years. Only by sweating in battle can we live a useful life.
Therefore, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but think of the song "Broken Array", which was extremely appropriate and suitable both in terms of emotion and artistic conception.
"This song is called Po Zhenzi." Zhuo Wen scratched his head and said with a smile.
"Are you going to break the queue? This is a very good name!" Mo Yan Wushang's beautiful eyes rolled around and he chuckled.
"Let's go! Mr. Zhuo, let's follow Wu Shang to the inner room now. This song "Bodhisattva Man" may be helpful to you, Mr. Mo Yan, Wu Shang said with a smile.
"I have heard about the many magical features of "Bodhisattva Man" for a long time, and today Zhuo is going to have a good look at them."
With that said, Zhuo Wen followed Mo Yan Wushang and entered the curtain behind the stage under the envious eyes of many people.
In Lanyue Pavilion, two girls, Qing Lian and Luo Xing, frowned and looked a little unhappy. The two girls already had a good impression of Zhuo Wen. Now seeing Zhuo Wen and Mo Yan Wushang, such talented and beautiful women, alone, they felt naturally in their hearts.
Not very comfortable.
Even Mu Xue, who was sitting by the window, frowned slightly, but soon regained his composure.
"Mr. Qiu, let's go!"
Mu Xue said lightly, and then he and the man in the ghost mask stepped onto the huge red bird. The red bird spread its huge wings and disappeared into Lan Yue Pavilion.
Behind the stage was a rather elegant winding path. Mo Yan Wushang walked quietly in front, while Zhuo Wen also followed quietly behind, without saying a word.
After about half a stick of incense, a rather elegant courtyard appeared in front of the two of them. The courtyard was surrounded by lush green bamboos, flowers were in full bloom, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. It was a unique scenery.
"This is Wu Shang's residence in Zuichun Pavilion. Mr. Zhuo, please follow Wu Shang in!"
Mo Yan Wushang introduced with a chuckle, then slowly walked into the courtyard, followed closely by Zhuo Wen. In the courtyard, the environment was also extremely elegant. In the center, there was a pavilion.
There are stone tables and stone benches inside.
On the stone table, there was a rectangular guzheng. Mo Yan Wushang came to the pavilion and sat gently in front of the guzheng.
Zhuo Wen did not enter the pavilion, but leaned against a rockery, staring at Mo Yan Wushang with admiration.
It has to be said that Mo Yan Wushang has an extremely airy temperament, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world, and is extremely indifferent and natural. This character trait can be seen from the environment around his courtyard.
"Master Zhuo, would you like to play "Bodhisattva Man" now?"
Mo Yan Wushang placed his slender hands gently on the guzheng, and his beautiful eyes as bright as the bright moon, with a hint of smile, stared at the uninhibited figure carrying a green coffin in front of him.
"No need to worry, girl!"
Zhuo Wen chuckled, his words natural and harmonious. For some reason, when he stayed with the woman in front of him, he could not help but fall into a peaceful and ethereal state. This was the unique feeling brought to him by Mo Yan Wushang's unique temperament.
The ethereal and quiet sound of the guzheng slowly sounded from the pavilion, like the sound of water flowing in a valley, flowing through Zhuo Wen's heart, causing Zhuo Wen to close his eyes involuntarily.
The hills are overlapping, the golden light is extinguished, and the clouds on the temples want to soak up the fragrant snow on the cheeks. I am too lazy to paint my eyebrows, and I am late to wash up with heavy makeup.
Looking at the flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers complement each other. The new post is embroidered with ruffles, and there are pairs of golden partridges.
The music is natural, the rhythm is graceful, and the melody is quiet. Unknowingly, Zhuo Wen fell into a mysterious realm within the sound of the music...