This is what cultivating immortals is like

"He is not easy to talk to, so is this sect master also easy to talk to?"

Lu Bei snorted, and when he saw Zhao Wuyou's expression of mourning for the emperor's death, he raised his hand and touched his white hair: "I'm teasing you. After all, this is your Xuanlong's territory. This sect master will restrain himself to some extent."

"Ahem."

There was a slight cough from behind, and Lu Bei retracted his hand decisively and rubbed it on his clothes.

Gushan City covers an area of ​​three hundred miles. The south is where 180,000 people live, and the north is the military camp. There are also caves where monks gather. There is no shortage of Taoist, demon, demon and Buddhist cultivators. It is chaotic. There is a harmony in it.

Of course, players’ hands are also stretched out here.

Due to the difficult living environment, mainly because there were too few low-level tasks, and the promotion skills were severely biased, except for a few players who still persisted, most of them deleted their accounts and practiced again, but then reincarnated elsewhere.

Xiao Fengxian followed Lu Bei, seeing everything fresh. With his level, joining the Gushan City garrison, the resurrection missions three times a week were not enough.

Because Xiao Fengxian looked at everything new and had a cute face as if she was new here, Lu Bei looked indifferent and looked around, with nothing more than this written on his face.

The market is nothing to see. Merchants come and go frequently, carts of goods are counted, and both parties pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. Then the goods are sent to the Qiankun Bag, and there is also a group of monks who run orders to deliver the demon raw materials from the front to the factories at the rear.

The factory is not in Gushan City. The people here are only responsible for rough processing such as skinning and bloodletting. Where exactly they went, Lu Bei had an expression on his face and didn't even ask.

But soon, he noticed something was wrong, and glanced at his personal bodyguard and full-time secretary.

Lu Bei, who had cut the red song, said in confusion: "Junior sister Wuyou, how come there are so many demon cultivators in Gushan City, so you are not afraid..."

I didn’t say the next words, which hurt my feelings, but the meaning was spot on.

Zhao Wuyou was not a riddler, so he explained directly that Xuanlong was suffering from the invasion of monsters, and there were many monks with monster blood in the territory, and the number was extremely large, and their proportion was much higher than that of Wuzhou, Xiongchu and other countries.

The general environment is like this, and no one can do anything about it.

As for the demon cultivator's loyalty, there is nothing to question.

First of all, the essence of demon cultivation is that humans are not demons.

Secondly, Xuanlong has his own national conditions here, and the hatred between the demon cultivators and the demon clan is no less than that of other cultivators.

And because the demon cultivators pretending to be demons are more concealed, they often serve as the main force in surprise attacks, and have a good reputation in Xuanlong. They are not the kind of weirdo who has been looked down upon since childhood, and who wants to protect his family and country when he grows up.

The last of the three evils is the evil evil.

Lu Bei nodded secretly when he heard this. When he talked about monks with demon blood, he thought of Jianxi Dugu. This guy had been fighting bloody battles for many years. The human blood in his body was contaminated by demon blood and lost its origin. One after another, he also developed The strange magical power of immortality of the physical body and immortality of the soul is more or less related to the demon cultivator.

Several people walked and talked, away from the crowds and arrived at the border of the military camp.

The defenders came forward to question him, and Zhao Wuyou showed his token. The defenders received the order, confirmed the identities of the people traveling with him, and then let them go.

Lu Bei took the opportunity to take a few glances. He was wearing heavy black armor and a thick straight sword about one and a half meters long at the waist and hips. He was physically strong and powerful. At first glance, he looked like a warrior who had experienced many battles on the battlefield.

Fang Wu Zhou was a centurion at last, and he could only watch the gate in Xuanlong.

Oh, there is no door, just a fence guard.

Everyone was walking across the wide road. Lu Bei saw three rows of catapult-like weapons from a distance. They were all highly trained. Moreover, the enemy was still a demon race. Ordinary catapults would be laughed at by the demon race if they scratched their skin on the battlefield, so these three The catapults are all made by monks, and the materials and shells are very particular.

Similar to Xuanyin Division's Pogang Crossbow, it is driven by magic power and is powerful. It is not only a magic weapon but also a magic weapon.

…

The garrison camp, the Black Stone Palace.

A portal opened, leading to the gloomy world of Black Mountain's sharp blades and solid walls.

A man stood on the top of the mountain, tall and tall, wearing a black armor, with a unicorn spitting mist on his chest, and beast claws on his shoulders. He has a majestic appearance with two straight eyebrows and sharp eyebrows. Judging from his white hair, he must be from the Zhao family.

The only fly in the ointment was that a claw mark cut off the eyebrow, deeply embedded in the left half of the face, the left eye socket was sunken, and the eyeballs were bulging. Fifty points were deducted from the almost perfect appearance, and it was directly below the passing line.

The man was indeed a member of the Zhao family. His surname was Zhao and his given name was Fang Ce. He had a high position in Xuanlong, serving as a military marshal and part-time emperor.

The armor on his body is called Iron Qilin. It is an ancestral artifact of the old Zhao family. From the founding of the country to the present, only the generalissimo can wear it, not the emperor.

Beside, two tall men were kneeling on the ground, and a little girl who was about 1.2 meters tall was standing. At first glance, it looked like three people were kneeling.

There is nothing to describe the two burly men. They were big and thick, with ferocious features. They were named Thirty-one and Thirty-six respectively. They were the imperial guards beside the emperor and were responsible for self-destructing at critical moments.

To put it simply, the little girl has bright eyes, white teeth, radiant eyes, a bright look on her face, skin like porcelain, and lips like cherry blossoms. She is a standard beauty.

The figure...

All I can say is that if you don’t look carefully, you can’t tell the difference between the pros and cons.

The devil is fierce, Tu Yuan.

Among the three evil spirits of the Chiyun Palace, the sword evil man spends all his time growing hair and drinking blood. He is a reckless man who only knows how to cut people. He goes berserk from time to time and is a double-edged sword. The evil evil man is a solitary man who rarely talks and wanders among the mountains in the northern border. , rarely shows up.

Mo Xiu Tu Yuan is an exception. He understands military law, has foresight, and is the most human-speaking among the three.

"Your Majesty, you agreed to stay for three days, so why are you still hanging on for three days? You must know that you have no joke, and you will be struck by lightning if you talk nonsense." Tu Yuan clapped his fingers, just wanting to drive Zhao Fangce away quickly. .

The emperor was too troublesome. If he died in Gushan City, she would also suffer the same fate.

Thirty-one and Thirty-six didn't say a word, they just stared at Tu Yuan with wide eyes, breathing heavily from their nostrils to maintain the final dignity of the imperial guards.

Zhao Fangce didn't take it seriously. He was used to the way the monks from Jieyun Palace spoke. He frowned slightly and said, "Have you found out the information you checked clearly?"

"No, I don't have time to check."

Tu Yuan shook his head directly and added: "I asked Dugu to investigate. He went deep into Shiwan Mountain. I think he will gain something in the future."

Zhao Fangce remained silent. Xuanlong knew who Jianxi Dugu was. If he was asked to go out on business, he would most likely be lost for three years, and someone would have to be sent to find him in the end.

"Your Majesty, Lu Li's bloodline has extraordinary supernatural powers. If you insist on seeking revenge from him, I'm afraid it will be a disaster."

Tu Yuan said tactfully: "In my opinion, it's better to hide from him for two hundred years, cultivate yourself to be invincible in the world, and then pick out his eyeballs and stomp on him. Maybe it's possible that I'll beat him to death before you get out of seclusion." ”

After that, it was a joy.

Zhao Fangce was not happy and looked at Tu Yuan indifferently. His condescending gaze was very oppressive. Tu Yuan smiled and then fell silent. He lowered his head and stepped on the ground with his toes, as if he was preparing to dig out the three rooms and one living room.

"I'm not looking for Lu Li to seek revenge."

"Really or not, your Majesty, the wounds on your face have been there for thirty years."

"..."

Zhao Fangce was silent again. As a mature Emperor Xuanlong, he chose not to have the same knowledge as Tu Yuan, and said slowly: "Before, Wufeng City was destroyed, and the guard Zhao Fangjin died for his country. The lonely man investigated and the results were obtained recently. Now Lu Li secretly planned the incident and dispatched four of his demon generals."

"Your Majesty means..."

"Lu Li doesn't do meaningless things. The destruction of Wufeng City is strange. There is something hidden in it. I can't think of it, and I dare not think about it deeply. You have to find Lu Li's hiding place within two days."

"Your Majesty, two days is a bit hasty, isn't it? It will take at least three days..."

"Gu Qian gave you three days."

"If Your Majesty had told me earlier, I wouldn't have wasted three days. Also, why don't you leave this matter to others? Isn't that good for Birdman? He is the fastest."

Tu Yuan had a headache and rubbed his temples, and after a moment he said: "By the way, Your Majesty, Zhao Wuxie recommended a general to me, who is the only daughter of Wufeng City guard Zhao Fangjin. Do you want to meet her?" "

"No need."

Zhao Fangce's expression remained unchanged, as if he had thought of something, and said: "He also reported this matter to me. Several other people accompanied the general to Gushan City. One of them was named Lu Bei, the master of the Wuzhou Tianjian Sect, with an immortal inheritance. The sword's will is sharp and sharp, and Dugu was once defeated by his fierce sword."

"I understand, Xuanlong is our territory."

Tu Yuan patted his chest and said with a bang: "I'll go and give him some color later. It's not good to have a surname. He has to be named Lu. I don't know if our Emperor Xuanlong won't deal with people named Lu!" In my opinion, he was the first to deliberately provoke, and I was the last to protect the country's prestige."

"I didn't say that."

Zhao Fangce said calmly: "Your general Wuyou once served as an official in the palace. Zhao Wuxie asked for advice and then took her away from the palace. He wanted to seduce Tianjian Sect Lu Bei with her beauty and leave the immortal sword for Xuanlong. The main bloodline has not made any achievements so far.”

"No way, Zhao Fangjin sacrificed his life for his country, and actually used his daughter to seduce monk Wu Zhou, and even came to his door. Are we, Xuanlong, so cheap?" Tu Yuan plucked his ears and looked at Zhao Fangce with a look of disgust.

"You don't understand the value of the Immortal Sword Intent. It's not as simple as it sounds to be invincible for a lifetime."

Zhao Fangce ignored his disgusted face and said coldly: "I'll give you a mission to hold Lu Bei down. If necessary, use some unconventional means to preserve his bloodline."

"Okay, okay, who made you the emperor? I just listen to you..."

Tu Yuan shrugged his shoulders. In the middle of his words, he suddenly realized something was wrong. He raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, this unlucky guy who performed the mission. I mean, the candidate who left the bloodline should be me, right?"

"You can't do it. The evil thoughts are too strong. If you inherit the bloodline of the Immortal Sword Master, you will only give birth to a defective product."

"Haha, Your Majesty is really good at talking!"

Tu Yuan curled his lips and said that she would handle this matter in a foolproof manner, guaranteeing that today next year, not ten months later, Zhao Wuyou would give birth to little Baimao with the blood of the Immortal Sword Master.

"By the way, Your Majesty, since the Immortal Sword Intent is so powerful, will the little white hair still be white?"

"Gu is also very curious."

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