Chapter 138: Collision of 2 eras

Tang Xiansheng left Nanjun and went to Dijing.
Throughout South County, the owner is now Tang Xiansheng's eldest son, Tang Baiyun, the future heir of the Tang family.
Without the repression of Tang Xiansheng, Tang Baiyun finally felt the taste of control.
However, Tang Baiyun was not too obsessed with this feeling, but spent his time and energy on the excavation of the Dragon Gate and the training of the Nanfu Army. He even had ambitions to cultivate the Nanfu Army into Faithful to his private army.
Breaking the terracotta warrior can get aura. This is only a glimpse of the Dragon Gate. If you cross the cable bridge and board the floating island, will there be greater opportunities?
However, he ordered someone to cross the floating island once.
As soon as the two great masters stepped on the iron cable bridge, their heads flew up in the blink of an eye, and their bodies fell on cliffs.
Tang Baiyun didn't even see how the two masters died, so Tang Baiyun was scared.
He also understands that the current strength of the Nanfu Army cannot be crossed by this iron cable bridge. Even if the entire army strikes, it can only end up in a dead body.
Perhaps there will be some opportunities when Tang Yimo returns.
Late at night.
Tang Baiyun sat on the teacher's chair, his gaze looked at the ground, and he looked away slightly.
"Tang Yimo ..."
Suddenly, Tang Baiyun raised his fist, took a deep breath, and opened his teeth with a little jealousy and resentment.
Tang Yimo's practitioners made him jealous.
Today, Tang Baiyun is also a practitioner ... but he lacks the practice, so he is not a thorough practitioner.
But Tang Yimo is different. Tang Yimo has an orthodox practice and can even increase his combat effectiveness.
"Report ..."
Just when Tang Yimo was thinking about how to get the practice from Tang Yimo.
Outside the gate, a soldier came in armor.
"Prince Qiu, someone asked for advice."
The soldier began quickly.
"The man said that this thing was presented to the eldest son, and then it would be released."
The soldier said, and handed a wooden, roughly carved, strange statue to Tang Baiyun.
Tang Baiyun narrowed his eyes.
Taken the statue, the workmanship is rough, but it is a bit rough and primitive.
"Release and let that person in."
Tang Baiyun said.
The soldiers got orders, and then exited the room.
After a while.
Footsteps sounded, and a figure completely wrapped in a black robe stepped into the room and came to Tang Baiyun.
There was a faint, weird laughter lingering in the room.
...
Jiansheng Huadongliu, Yijiandongliu, although he is a sword school son, but not like the sword school's strength division, carrying sword box, hidden in the box several swords.
He has only one sword, an old sword that has accompanied him for decades.
Although the sword is old, it is still sharp.
Since Gonglu Yu, Xie Yunling and Hua Dongliu have made a decision, they have descended to Zhongnan Mountain together.
The three found three carriages, and hurriedly headed for North County. Instead of rushing to enter North Luo immediately, they went to North County first.
When Jiansheng Huadongliu left Zhongnan Mountain, the whole Jiannan sword faction also moved.
Many disciples of the sword school went down the mountain and went north.
Tiandang Mountain, Taoism.
A horse riding a young man in a blue shirt returned slowly.
Li Sansi looked at Tiandang Mountain covered by clouds and mixed feelings. He climbed the ancient stairs, holding the green cow, and went up step by step.
Broken mountain gate, knife marks still exist.
Li Sansi gazed at the knife marks on the broken mountain gate.
There was a faint flash of pictures in front of his eyes, as if there was a person who was taking a solid step, walking step by step from the foot of the mountain, and slashing open the gate blocking him.
"Is that ten?"
Li Sansi is emotionally complex.
After all, this step has been reached, but it is not surprising.
A grudge needs to end after all.
When they set foot on the mountain gate and Daping, many Taoists who gathered up saw Li Sansi's figure. After a moment's stun, many people became excited.
"Brother Sansi is back!"
"Dao Sect is back!"
"It's a return, if it would be nice to return early, someone can stop Nie Changqing."
Daozong's disciples are very excited, but also very lonely.
They used to have the arrogance and self-confidence of a hundred families of forces.
However, on that day, one person and one blade shattered their arrogance and confidence.
Li Sansi was a little stunned, did not expect that the response from his return was so great.
He smiled and nodded, let Dao Tong take his green cow, and he went to pick the Xingfeng, and walked towards Zhulou.
"My Daozong ... has a dragon gate too?"
Li Sansi looked at the familiar and unfamiliar Longmen, and his mind was mixed for a while.
Seeing the dense fog converging above the dragon gate, he quickly turned into a three-year-old figure of Li.
Li, a three-year-old aunt, dressed up, raised her hand, and Yun Qi pressed down violently, turning it into a Yunlong, depressed and terrible.
"You finally know that you are back."
Li Sansi looked at Li Sansi, said.
Yunlong flew down suddenly, with an unstoppable fierce urn.
Li Sansi held his hand, smiled, and held up the wooden sword.
Yunlong roared, but Li Sansi was just a wooden sword at the tip of Yunlong's nose, covering up the huge Yunlong who picked the star peak, and it broke apart.
The gale screamed, blowing the three-year-old robe of Li fluttering.
"Okay, Jiuduan Qidan Realm ..."
Li Sansi chuckled.
Li San, a pupil sitting in front of the dragon gate, tightened his eyes and seemed to feel incredible.
"You got stronger!"
Lee was three years old.
Li Sansi's eyes became deep, holding a wooden sword, looking at the stars and the dragon gate.
"Gasland ... I'm not."
"What about you?"
Ignoring the shocked Li Sansui, Li Sansi continued to ask.
Li Sansi drifted down and down from the dragon gate, and took a complex look at Li Sansi. Li Sansi seemed to have grown up and become more mature and deep.
What happened to him ...
Li did not ask at the age of three, but replied: "Holy Supreme ... I can't figure it out."
Ok?
Li Sansi stagnation, how to say? !!
"Brother Nie came and smashed the gate with a knife, defeated Zun Shang and rescued Sister Ru."
"So I can't think of it, he has gone to Beiluo."
When Li was three years old, there was no slight concealment, and Li Sansi's face was slightly strange.
"I really can't think of it. The old ten hit the Supreme a little bit."
Li Sansi said, facing the wind on the top of the mountain.
"His respect said, if he can't come back, I will be the next son of Daozong." Li three-year-old Daobao hunted, looking at the stars as if he could reach out his hands, and said calmly.
"Oh."
Li Sansi nodded.
At the age of three, Li said "um", and returned to the quiet on the top of the mountain.
The brother and sister did not have any gap for the so-called sons.
In fact, for Li Sansui and Li Sansi, both of them actually quite contradict this position.
Otherwise, Li Sansi won't go out of the aisle all year round, walking sideways, free from life and death.
"Three years old, you are going to be a woman of Daozong's sons, take care of yourself, don't cry for other men."
Li Sansi smiled, as if there was a relief in the smile.
Li San was black, and looked at Li Sansi so coldly.
boom!
Over the stars, the sky was suddenly agitated.
Turned into a head of Yunlong, looking at Li Sansi coldly.
Li Sansi chuckled, and the wooden sword was raised slightly.
"If you dare to fight back, I will go to my father and mother's grave and cry."
Li was three years old, indifferent.
The action in Li Sansi's hand was delayed for a moment.
After that, Yuntian Yunlong smashed down.
Late at night.
The disciples of Daozong were all surprised to see that Daozong first thought about Li San, limped down to pick Xingfeng, lay on top of Qingniu, and descended Tiandang Mountain.
The green cow lifted its hoof and went straight to Beiluo.
...
Beiluo, Huxin Island.
The heavy rain that lasted for a long time finally dissipated, revealing the blue sky like a washing sky, the stars flickered, and the moonlight was like frost.
The second floor of Baiyujing Pavilion.
The whole pavilion was shrouded in terrible and extreme pressure.
Lu Fan held the child, frowning, staring at the spiritual board.
In his eyes, there seemed to be a storm of wind and rain.
Around Lu Fan's body, there seemed to be wind and rain condensing.
A heavy rain.
Let the air on the lake island become more fresh and clean.
Ni Yu ran out of the pavilion while stepping on a black pan and stepping on the water. Bai Qingni buttocks followed behind her, and her little chicken was still in her arms.
Ni Yu's eyes glanced at the chick from time to time, and his tongue licked his lips.
Zhan Yue held the lute and dried a step stone, sitting on it, and wanted to play the lute.
She is stubborn and unbelievers.
The aura of heaven and earth blended into the sound of the lute, and she can certainly do it!
Ning Showa and Izuki stood leisurely, looking at the peach blossoms on the island.
Stunned.
Gingzhao's gem-like eyes lit up.
But I saw those flowers and bones faintly bursting into bloom.
"This is the spiritual object sown by the son, which is the same as that of the heavenly chrysanthemum. Once the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the aura contained in each peach flower bursts out together, and it will definitely form a storm of aura. ... you have to seize it. "
Ning Zhao looked at Yiyue, said.
Yi Yue's eyes brightened, and he couldn't help nodding.
On the second floor of the pavilion, the terrible power passed between Yi, shook Yi Yue and Ning Zhao's bodies slightly.
"My son is getting harder and harder to see, and even playing chess has become so scary."
Yiyue Road.
Stunned.
A white dove fluttered its wings outside the heart of the lake in the dense fog.
The dense fog burst and fell on top of Lu Mupair, who was drinking tea.
Lu Mu grabbed the white pigeon and took the news tied to its feet.
Wow.
The tea was poured into the cup, and the green tea scented.
"What's wrong? What news surprised you so much?"
Lu Dongxuan laughed.
"Xiao Yunling, the sons of the Taoist Sect, and Huadongliu, the sons of the Sword School.
Lu Mu said solemnly.
Lu Dongxuan's action of drinking tea was slightly delayed.
Afterwards, he shook his head with a smile, and the large gold chain on his neck sparkled.
"These old things still don't agree with the old ... but also, they are about to be abandoned by the times, and they will not step on this world heavily, leaving a mark, I am afraid they will leave regrets in the ground."
"Actually, these old guys are not stupid.
"They just didn't agree."
Lu Mu took a sip of strong tea.
"The sword school Huadongliu, known as the world's first sword, is a great master who has been famous for a long time. He is also a sword school son, plus Xie Yunling and a male loser. Can he fight the male son?
Lu Mu asked curiosity.
"war?"
"What battle?"
"Ten East China Streams can't reach the son of a son. He is not a level opponent at all. How can he fight?"
Lu Dongxuan smiled and shook his head.
"Actually, these old guys didn't mean to fight, they probably ... just wanted to leave no regrets."
Lu Mu was thoughtful.
No regrets?
Knowing that he would lose or die, he still went to Beiluo without hesitation.
"For what?"
Lu Mu was pouring tea.
Lu Dongxuan watched the green tea pouring continuously, raised his hand, and touched the big gold chain on his neck.
"Perhaps it is for an era ... to end in the most regrettable way."
...
A day later.
North County, large barracks.
Three horse-drawn carriages came in together.
Mo Beike received the news and walked out of the big account.
Yantai Xuan and Mo Ju also walked out one after another.
Many military officers in North County are curious watching the three old men coming out of the carriage.
They were old and sloppy, and even half-length were going to get into the ground, but ... the three were full of spirit.
One is a fairy-tale bone, the other is sharp like a sword inserted into the sky, and the other is short, but it gives people a strange feeling.
The three sons of the hundred sons and daughters exist!
"Mo Beike, shall I wait for the three missing one and take a trip to Beiluo?"
Xie Yunling said.
Mo Beike smiled, and the wrinkles on his face were stacked.
"Although the old man wants to accompany you to Beiluo, but ..."
"Lao Fang was afraid of being killed by Lu Ping as soon as he entered the city."
Mo Beike laughed.
He talked about what he had told Wei Luan, the yin and yang family, to pretend to be him.
"With his old understanding of Lu Ping's temper, he deceived him that day, and as soon as he entered Beiluo this time, he would die miserably, so ... sorry."
"This Beiluo is old, so don't go."
East China Liu looked at Mobeke lightly.
Xie Yunling was full of emotions ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Wei Luan ... It was already dead, and the emotion of the male loser was complicated.
The crowd was not admonishing.
The three carriages slowly turned their heads and drove out of the North County Barracks.
With dust all over the ground, it disappeared at the end of the horizon and headed for Beiluo.
Yantai Xuan was holding his hand, watching the shadow of the departing horse body.
I can't help feeling: "After all, one era will end, and all say that each of the families is a talented person with extraordinary talents. Seeing today is truly extraordinary."
"The collision between the Zhuzi Baijia era and the Bai Yujing era ... Although it is the same as praying with a praying arm, ... If you miss it like this, you are old ... somewhat unwilling."
Mobeike looked at the dusty carriage suddenly and suddenly said slowly.
"Tai Shou, the old man still has to take a trip to Beiluo after all." Mo Beike looked at Yan Taixuan and bowed.
"The giants talk a lot. Go where you want to go. If you miss this time, maybe ... it will be a lifetime regret."
Xuantuan smiled and waved.
Mo Beike bowed again.
quickly.
Camp in North County.
Another carriage ripped the dust out of the plain and headed north.
...
Emperor Beijing, Book House.
Looking at the plantain stubbornly raised after the rain hit the window.
The master sitting on the rocking chair suddenly smiled.
"Heaven, prepare your car."
Mo Tianyu was drinking a gourd wine for a moment.
"Master, where are you going?"
Mo Tian was puzzled.
"Go to Beiluo." The master got up and slapped his Confucian shirt to make himself look even more spiritual.
Mo Tianyu's face changed slightly, and the copper hexagrams he played in his hands fell to the ground.
"Master, what are you going to do to Beiluo?"
The Master smiled, but said nothing, looking out at the plantains outside the window, and the stars that tried to shine.
There was a trace of nostalgia in the murky eyes.