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..."
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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.
This is an unfamiliar term.
But these once-familiar figures transformed into gods, guarding the mountains and rivers and making the people feel more peaceful.
Many people are the family members and descendants of these newly-confessed gods. When they see the remnant souls of their ancestors becoming gods, they all feel happy in their hearts.
All the people knelt down and worshiped, and the light of incense gathered and enveloped the Xianyue Lake.
The practitioners all looked confused and frightened.
Especially on Guanyue Mountain, several powerful auras rose up, and then we watched carefully.
Heavenly monks are extremely sensitive to changes in the power of heaven and earth.
The feeling of having the avenue of heaven and earth cut off and cut off for dozens of miles around is really unsettling.
Why did the power originally controlled by the sect suddenly move away?
On Guanyue Mountain, an old man with a long beard stared at Han Muye in front of the square.
Behind him, the strength of several strong men surged.
"Don't move rashly."
The long-bearded old man had a solemn expression on his face and said in a low voice: "Tianxuan has only heard of the one at Guanjiangkou who can confer a god with just one word."
"We cannot deal with such great Confucian and Taoist monks."
After hearing his words, a gray-haired old man gritted his teeth and said: "Master, can you let this matter go today?"
If you just let it go like this, where is the face of Qinghe Daomen?
Several other people also looked extremely ugly.
Having lived in the imperial city for a long time, they have long been accustomed to being superior to others.
Now you have to swallow your anger, who would?
"Remember, after today, guard the mountain gate and no longer interfere with the affairs of Xianyue Lake."
The long-bearded old man glanced around, his expression solemn.
"The gods of mountains and rivers, the incense of humanity, these major events of heaven and earth cannot be contaminated by my little Qinghe Dao Sect."
After the old man finished speaking, his figure moved and disappeared from where he was.
The others looked at each other, shook their heads, and left.
Guanjiangkou was enshrined as a god, and the Taoist gates of the eight counties in the southeast lost their voice. Can the Taoist gate of Qinghe compare with the Taoist gates of the eight counties?
The people at the Qinghe Road Gate slowly dispersed, and Han Muye led Shao Datian and Cuicui back to the store.
Bao Mingcheng and Taoist Changyun declined the invitations of Han Muye and Shao Datian and left together.
They are all human beings, and through Shao Datian's favor, they have fulfilled their wish by getting to know Han Muye.
As for getting closer, they are self-aware.
That's not what people at their level can think about.
When Han Muye and the others returned to Danyuan Pavilion, Mu Wan had already returned.
With so many big things happening in the imperial city, she naturally had to return to Danyuan Pavilion as soon as possible.
Seeing Han Muye and the others returning, Mu Wan hurriedly stepped forward and held Cuicui's hand.
Cuicui, who was still strong, suddenly had red eyes again.
Mu Wan and Cuicui talked for a long time in the backyard. Shao Datian suffered a lot today. In the evening, Han Muye asked Shao Datian not to go to Xianyue Lake again.
He told Shao Datian that there was the water god Zhuan in Xianyue Lake, and he couldn't catch fish even if he wanted to.
This made Shao Datian very disappointed, but he still agreed to stay with Cuicui at home.
In the small courtyard, Mu Wan and Han Muye sat across from each other.
"Senior brother, Commander Baili said that I may be a descendant of her senior sister who died back then."
Looking at Han Muye, Mu Wan spoke softly.
She never thought of hiding anything from her senior brother.
Han Muye nodded, chuckled and said, "So, my junior sister also has a foothold."
"In the future, we will also have a backer in the imperial city."
His words made Mu Wan stunned for a moment, and then she started laughing.
Senior brother is not angry.
Today, Baili Xinglin went to Mu Wan. In addition to telling her her identity frankly, he also wanted to know Mu Wan's alchemy cultivation and knowledge, and also tested her alchemy skills.
"Chief Baili said that my foundation is good, but the alchemy I learned in Western Xinjiang is too complex."
"She asked me to go to the Alchemy Department every other day, and she personally taught me how to practice alchemy."
This newly recognized relative could really take care of him like this, which made Han Muye very happy.
Not only Mu Wan, but also Han Muye's alchemy foundation was extremely weak.
"Junior sister, you must study hard and come back every day to teach me." Han Muye stretched out his hand and gently held Mu Wan's hand.
Mu Wan's face turned red but she didn't move.
"Senior brother, Cuicui is pregnant. Can we do the blood elixir thing?" Mu Wan looked at Han Muye and asked softly.
Talking with Cuicui in the afternoon, Mu Wan understood the difficulties of this young couple.
Shao Datian tried his best to earn more spiritual stones, hoping to protect Cuicui from being harmed when she was pregnant.
Speaking of this matter, Cuicui called Shao DaTian stupid and asked Shao DaTian to take out all his personal money.
Not to mention, there are quite a few, there are actually more than three hundred spirit stones.
Seeing so many spiritual stones, Cuicui was angry and distressed at the same time.
This was all obtained by Shao Datian secretly going to Xianyue Lake to catch fish at night.
This stupid Southern Tiger Clan boy.
"Let's see if we can develop a bloodline elixir first."
"If that doesn't work, I will block the bloodline of the fetus." A golden light flashed in Han Muye's eyes.
The look on Mu Wan's face moved slightly.
The power of my senior brother's bloodline combined with the divine beast can naturally block the bloodline of other demon clans.
But can the power of his own blood be banned?
If not, can I still help him conceive an heir?
Perhaps, one day, like Cuicui, I will risk my life to conceive this child...
Han Muye looked up and saw Mu Wan's expression, knowing what she was thinking.
Their eyes met, Mu Wan's face turned red, she stood up slowly, and then sat in Han Muye's arms.
She gently hugged Han Muye's neck and slowly came closer.
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While he was panting, a warm little hand guided Han Muye's big hand and inserted it into the lapel of his clothes.
When he came out of Muwan's wing, Han Muye looked at the full moon in the sky with a wry smile on his face.
This only stimulates half of the feeling every time. If it is really neither up nor down, I will have to go to the bottom of Xianyue Lake to cool down later.
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Early the next morning, people lined up in front of Nanhuang Snack Shop to buy steamed buns.
Many people in the neighborhood knew what happened yesterday, and they sympathized with Cuicui and Shao Datian, a couple who had a hard time.
The buns in the store were sold out in less than half an hour.
This put a smile on the faces of Cuicui and Shao Datian.
Zuo Yulong was on duty at Danyuan Pavilion today. He came early, arranged the elixirs on the wooden shelves, and used a duster to carefully dust the surrounding calligraphy and paintings.
"Excuse me, is there any Mingjian Dan here?" A voice sounded at the door.
Zuo Yulong hurriedly went to receive him and saw a sword-carrying man wearing a black military robe, with a thin figure and a tired face.
Sword repair?
There are many swordsmanship sects in the Imperial City, but these sects usually accept missions from the Imperial City, or their main industries are outside the Imperial City, and they rarely buy in the city. Even if they do, they go directly to the market.
Immortals and mortals live together in the imperial city, but there are still more mortals.
Practitioners of Confucianism and Taoism are almost the same as ordinary people, and they can make ordinary people get close to them.
The Taoist gate is filled with fireworks, and even if you live at the gate of the mountain, you won't arouse the resentment of mortals.
Other demons, sword cultivators, and some demon clans all consciously go to remote places, or occupy their own mountain gates, and rarely appear in front of mortals.
After all, if a sword cultivator is standing there with a long sword on his back, everyone around him will quietly stay away.
"Your Majesty, you want to buy elixirs?" Zuo Yulong smiled and welcomed the sword cultivator into the shop, then pointed at the wooden shelf: "Although there are not many varieties of elixirs in our Danyuan Pavilion, they are all of high quality. Your Majesty, can you -
"
Before he finished speaking, the black-robed swordsman whispered again: "Is there a bright sword pill?"
Ming Jian Dan?
Zuo Yulong was quite familiar with the elixirs sold in the store, but he had not seen this elixir.
As soon as he shook his head, he heard Han Muye's voice from behind: "Mingjian Dan uses sword energy as its bones and three-yuan sword grass as its main medicine. The refined elixir contains its own sword intention."
"One Bright Sword Pill can generate a sword intent. This pill is not easy to refine."
Hearing Han Muye's words, the black-robed swordsman with a calm expression showed a hint of joy and turned to look at Han Muye who was walking over.
"Are you the shopkeeper?"
"I want a Bright Sword Pill. How many spiritual stones can you tell me?"
Han Muye had a smile on his face.
He just likes such a straightforward swordsman.
No, he is a swordsman who is not short of money.
"The price of Sanyuanjian Caofang is one million spirit stones, and other auxiliary medicines are about three hundred thousand. According to the rules, one furnace of pills and two furnaces of elixirs, the cost is about two million six hundred thousand."
"It's not easy to make the elixir. The total price is three million spiritual stones. You can pick it up in ten days. You have to pay a deposit of one and a half million in advance."
Han Muye walked to the counter and wrote out a receipt with a pen in his hand.
"What's your surname?" Han Muye stopped writing, raised his head and asked.
"Bi Wuhe." The black-robed swordsman raised his hand and took off the sword from his back, placing it on the counter.
"I didn't bring that many spiritual stones. I'll leave this sword with you as a deposit."
Long sword as deposit?
I'm afraid this is against the rules, right?
Zuo Yulong turned to look at his shopkeeper.
Han Muye did not refuse.
"If possible, I hope to refine two Bright Sword Pills." After Bi Wuhe finished speaking, he cupped his hands and said, "I'll be back in ten days."
Han Muye nodded and handed over the documents in his hand.
Bi Wuhe took it, glanced at it, folded it, stuffed it into his arms and left.
Watching Bi Wuhe walk out of the store, Zuo Yulong had a strange look on his face.
These sword cultivators are like this, no wonder the people in the city don't like them.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the long sword on the counter in front of him, and he raised his hand to hold the hilt.
"Buzz——"
There was a slight hint of resistance.
This sword has already achieved its own spirituality. Although it is only at the level of a spiritual weapon, it is also a rare treasure.
With a chuckle, a faint wisp of sword energy penetrated the sword body from his palm.
Now his swordsmanship has become so refined that the sword threads are woven into strands and penetrate into the sword body, which will not directly destroy the spirituality in the sword.
"Buzz——"
The sword vibrated gently, and a picture emerged in Han Muye's mind.
A smile appeared on his face.
This Bi Wuhe was obviously a poor guy who didn't have any spiritual stones to pay the bill, so he came to get his pills for free.
This Heyue sword is the only valuable item on Bi Wuhe's body.
Sword cultivators who work in the imperial city have many large-scale industries and are rich in wealth.
But if you don’t have any background behind you and your life is really difficult, you might as well leave the imperial city and go to other states and counties.
It's just that Bi Wuhe did not leave the imperial city, but lived in a rather dilapidated urban area in the lower city.
He is a golden elixir sword cultivator who earns spiritual stones by taking on tasks.
Because his Taoist companion had hidden injuries, he also had two children to take care of.
When the two four or five-year-old children appeared in the picture, Han Muye was shocked.