C18 Zhang Lu Shan

Grand Princess Han-shan pinched Qing Yuan's beautiful face and said seriously: "Although I can't say anything, you've been tormenting yourself quite a bit. As a daughter, you should be gentle and demure, and look at you. You're skipping and skipping, not graceful at all. "

Qingyuan shook her head. Her watery eyes were sparkling, making her look extremely adorable.

"What is grace? Can it be eaten as food? "

Grand Princess Han-shan said to Qing Yuan with a look of disdain: "Even rotten wood can't be carved." With that, he ignored her and turned to Lu Zhinan: "Nan Er has not seen anyone for the past few days, what are you busy with?"

"It's about Wang Bo earlier ?"

Lu Zhinan then explained his experiences in detail.

Grand Princess Han-shan and Qingyuan were enchanted by his words. After a long while, they finally heard out loud from Qingyuan: "That vixen is also ignorant and ill-informed. He doesn't even know about the Heavenly Master Fang. All these years, to the best of my knowledge, the only person who can withstand the Heavenly Master Fang's Golden Crow Lightning is none other than centipede essence. "

Grand Princess Han-shan asked: "Is that Little Heavenly Master really that strong?"

Qingyuan nodded her head heavily: "Of course not, Heavenly Master Fang is the nineteenth generation descendant of the True Immortal Guangyang's Fang bloodline."

He was definitely a well-known person and a ruthless character that he could not afford to offend.

It was Lu Zhinan's turn to be curious, and he asked: "Zhang Lu Shan?"

"Young Marquis, you are not a cultivator, so you don't know that Zhang Lu Shan is an overseas Immortal Mountain or Penglai Divine land. The True Immortal Guangyang Honored Warrior's name was Fang Huiyi, and she was Wang Chan Ancestor's inner disciple. Legend has it that he was born in the era of King Qinguang. She was intelligent, talented, and had an unfathomable cultivation base.

That year, after he learned it, he traveled the four seas, meditating on the mysteries of heaven and earth in the Zhang Lu Shan, and as a result, established the Guang Yang Monastery to teach disciples. During the Han Dynasty, the Flying Immortal was bestowed the status of True Immortal Guangyang by Emperor Liu Heng of the Han Dynasty. "

Lu Zhinan asked again: "Then Qingyuan, do you know of Drunken Immortal Tavern?"

"Got it."

"Drunken Immortal Tavern is an estate of the Guang Yang Monastery. Legend has it that the Jinling had its own Drunken Immortal Tavern, which was transported here from the Zhang Lu Shan, using the direction of the stars in the sky to create this place. The Drunken Immortal Tavern only sold wine, and the name of the wine was Drunk or Floating. "Legend has it that the recipe for the wine was passed down from Wang Chan. A single cup of wine is enough to enlighten one's seven orifices, see through one's own heart, and taste the taste of life."

Grand Princess Han-shan's face was filled with yearning. "How does the Drunken Dream Float taste?"

Qingyuan supported her cheeks with one hand, saying, "I don't know, I've never tried." However, I heard that the Tang Dynasty's Poetic Immortal Li Bai became drunk for three days and three nights after he drank his drunken dream.

Grand Princess Han-shan's eyes sparkled. "Really? "Is the wine that miraculous?"

Qing Yuan replied, "This is nothing. The most important thing is that the Zhang Lu Shan has a high position in the hearts of the Taoists, because she has passed down the main way of the True Immortal Guangyang, and is proficient in formations, alchemy and talisman techniques."

Lu Zhinan muttered: "So the history of the Heavenly Master Fang is one with deep legacies."

Qing Yuan picked a red bean cake from the dessert plate and stuffed it into her mouth. She said unclearly, "Of course, the master of the Heavenly Master Fang is the current Sect Leader of the Guang Yang Monastery, Wan Mu. It is said that the Adept Wanmu's Tao techniques have already reached perfection, and could ascend to the Immortal World at any time.

At the age of thirteen, she was bestowed with the title of Pardoner of the Underworld. Many monks who had roamed the world had trained for most of their lives, but in the end, they could not even touch the edge of a mage.

Look at the Demon Subduing and Demon Subduing Whip in her hands, it is the treasure used by the True Immortal Guangyang in the past.

"What do you mean scaring people to death? You're a bird, not a human."

The Grand Princess Han-shan glared at Qingyuan. "Enough, stop eating. Take a look at your useless waist.

Qingyuan sneered, "The two of us are already laughing at the top of our lungs. Who was it that ate two big bowls of rice at dinner time and said that they weren't full yet?"

"You damn girl, see if I don't rip your mouth off."

Grand Princess Han-shan opened his eyes wide, raised his fist and was about to attack Qing Yuan.

Qingyuan bent over with a smile, turned around, transformed into a falcon, and flapped her wings as she flew out of the parlour.

Lu Zhinan looked at the figure and laughed: "Mother, Qingyuan is naive and straightforward, her words are spoken without restraint. Please do not lower yourself to her level."

The Grand Princess Han-shan said with a smile: "This girl's temper is to my appetite. It's better to say something first or two at the same time. It's much more satisfying than those girls who are pretending to complain."

Grand Princess Han-shan's smile, which came from the bottom of his heart, made Lu Zhinan feel deeply gratified. After his father had left, although his mother was as strong and cheerful as ever, Lu Zhinan had seen her silently shed tears in the dark night before, had seen her eyes that had become red and swollen in the early morning.

If he slashed at his heart, even if he recovered, it would leave a wound.

and Grand Princess Han-shan turned their heads at the same time. It turned out that Qingyuan was using her sharp beak to peck at the beaded flowers on the hair of the servants.

Grand Princess Han-shan's eyes flashed with a smile, he waved his hand at Lu Zhinan and said: "Go back and rest, don't worry about me.

Lu Zhinan replied with a smile: "Yes."

The snowflakes that filled the sky brought with them strong gales as they fell onto the ground. The world was covered in a vast expanse of whiteness.

The treetops were covered with icicles, like clumps of crystal corals.

He leaned on his broad, warm back and listened to the clear crunching of footprints in the snow.

"Dad, are you tired?"

he asked softly.

"Nan Er, Daddy isn't tired. Do you still feel bad? "

In response to his deep, rich voice.

"It's alright."

"Just be patient, we'll be home in a while."

He forced himself to open his eyes, and looked ahead. The ground was covered in snow, and it should be snowing in Jinling.

"Not good, they've caught up."

His voice tightened as his footsteps abruptly became hurried, as if he was flying through the air.

It was a small cave, small and dark and narrow.

"Nan Er, wait for father here. Father will be back soon."

A pair of large hands with a thick cocoon lightly caressed his forehead. And then he walked further and further away, as if he had just walked out of his life.

"Father, where are you going ?"

"Father ?"

Lu Zhinan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, gasping for breath, his clothes drenched in cold sweat.

He had been woken up by this dream more than once. The scene in the dream was so clear.

Lu Zhinan took a deep breath and called out softly, "Father."

No one answered in the empty room.

He smiled bitterly and walked to the window. He lifted his hand to open the window, only to see that the night was dark and the starlight was obscured by thick layers of clouds. The air seemed to have a scorching heat to it. Tomorrow, it might rain, it might not.

Who could predict the future?