Tiandu Mountain is like a natural barrier, blocking the monsoon that goes south from the Wanzi Spirit Realm.

Under such natural terrain, the rain in Ba Country is particularly abundant, especially in summer, with clear sky in the morning and heavy rain in the afternoon.

Because of this, under the nourishment of the sun and the irrigation of rain, a large amount of spiritual energy in the world is trapped in the soil, becoming a fertile soil for spiritual medicines everywhere.

The Evil Dragon Pond is located a hundred miles north of Langdu City, but it is the famous poor mountains and rivers in Bazhou. An evil dragon was once born here, and it became a scorched earth without any grass. No one would come here.

Early this morning, over the Evil Dragon Pond, thick dark clouds were covered with lead-like light pressing down on people, as if it was cutting off all vitality.

"Dingdongdong, Dingdongdong..."

A wave of ethereal and unpredictable piano sound came over, and the rhythm gradually became more rapid and complicated, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, just like the clouds surging in the sky, beginning to change.

The dark clouds cover the top, and the storm is coming!

Suddenly, the sound of the piano suddenly accelerated, like a strong wind rising, and dark clouds rolled in the sky.

In a blink of an eye, the sound of the piano suddenly changed, as if lightning broke through the sky, and heavy rain came in an instant.

During the storm, a beautiful woman in the palace dress sat on the verge of her body, with a seven-stringed guqin placed in front of her knees, her hands and ten fingers flipped like flying, and notes were plucked out from her fingertips, and the explosion of the void began to sway.

At some point, a sigh came out. A woman in white, so snowy, holding a paper umbrella and stepping on the raindrops, standing next to the seven-stringed guqin out of thin air.

The woman in white held an umbrella in her left hand, but on her right hand, she was holding a jade teacup, with a fog-like heat coming from inside. She came in the air just now, and no drop of tea was splashed out.

It is obvious that this person is the Tea Saint of the Duke of the Great Chu Kingdom. She listened to the sound of the piano at close range and was obviously fascinated by the sound of the piano. Even the spiritual tea in the teacup in her hand seemed to have forgotten to taste the tea again.

"A good song of thunder is not surprising, even if it cannot be formed, it cannot be achieved without abruptness. There are tens of thousands of masters of piano and tracing in the world, but there are only a handful of people who can truly get this song."

Suddenly, an old man with purple face rushed over the air. He reached out and patted the treasure bag on his waist. A huge pen like a rafter broke out into the air, and wrote a word by splashing ink.

"day!"

This word broke through the air, like a rising sun, immediately tearing through the surrounding clouds, turning within a hundred feet of the surrounding area into a bright sunny day, and any wind and rain took a detour.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the wind stopped immediately. The heavy clouds dispersed, and the sunshine sprinkled without any obstacles, illuminating the evil dragon pond clearly.

"Tea Saint, Qin Saint, are you both here to find the authentic works of Yan Sheng?"

The old man Zilian looked nervous. He was the saint of the Great Chu Kingdom, but he was only ranked seventh, and his status was far lower than the two in front of him. If they did not talk about the beauty of martial ethics, they would probably have to give up their love.

"The original work of Emperor Yan?"

Qin Sheng frowned slightly, and after thinking for a while, he whispered: "It seems that someone is setting up a plan here and want to trap the three of us."

"What?"

As soon as this said, the Saint of Calligraphy was shocked and he waved his hand and said, "How is it possible? The Saint of Painting and I have been in love for thousands of years, and he will never be able to do this."

"The Chess Saint and the Painting Saint do not have such skills yet, so I'm afraid they are just merely soundphones."

When he said this, the Tea Saint's voice became cold and he sneered: "I'm afraid there is someone else who really wants to deal with us."

"Who?"

The Qin Sheng and the Shu Sheng spoke in unison. Obviously they wanted to know who the main messenger behind this was?

"have no idea!"

The Tea Saint said coldly as if he was covered with frost: "However, this person should be a master of the Bianhuang Spirit Realm. He used the hands of the Chess Saint and the Painting Saint to lure us all here."

As soon as this said, Qin Sheng suddenly realized the expression and seemed to have reacted first.

As we all know, the King of Chu sent the Chess Saint and the Painting Saint to Dazheng to serve as a guest at Dazheng Wangcheng. At this time, how could the news be transmitted in Langdu City? I am afraid that unexpected changes will occur.

At this time, outside the Evil Dragon Pond, the neighing sound of war horses suddenly came.

At the end of the sky, four chariots came in a flash of lightning, blocking the space in four directions, surrounding the three of them in the middle.

There were four chariots on each station. What surprised the three other saints and the Painting Saint was that two of them were chess and painting Saints, and the grand Duke of Chu was actually willing to be sirens.

The other two masters, one is an old man with a deer head, and the other is covered in black armor and golden horns on his head, which does not seem to be human.

"How could it be them in the Deer Lord of Tianzhou Mountain and the Golden Turtle Lord of Earth Insect Valley?"

A low male voice suddenly came from the mouth of the Tea Saint, but no one noticed it at this time. The Qin Saint and the Book Saint were both like facing a great enemy, as if they were ready for battle.

"Drawing Saint, what do you mean?"

The Book Saint could not hold back and began to question him sternly. It was hard for him to believe that he would be betrayed by his old friend.

"Sage of Calligraphy, I am already a disciple of the Wuji Sect."

Unexpectedly, the first sentence of the Painting Saint was shocked by the three kings' expressions, which was obviously unexpected.

"Three Dukes, I'm sending you fake news. It's true that the next two are wrong."

The chess saint stretched out his hand to hold the horse and controlled the reins. The galloping war horse made a whisper, and then the four hooves fell steadily into the void, as if they were nailed to it.

"But for the three, if they become disciples of the Wuji Sect, it will be a great opportunity."

If you don’t speak astonishingly, the words of Chess Saint are like a huge rock falling on the heart lake, making Tea Saint and others shocked.

What's going on?

Why did Chess Saint and Painting Saint go to Dazheng as an envoy?

The dignified Duke of Great Chu turned against Da Chu and became a disciple of Wuji Sect?

No matter how you hear it, it seems like a fantasy, but it happens in front of you, making people have to choose to believe it.

"boom!"

At this time, the sky suddenly dimmed, and colorful light suddenly burst out from the clouds above the head. There was a hall floating out of thin air. In the storm just now, no one noticed the abnormality of this cloud.

"The three Dukes of the Great Chu are the true king of Wuji and the head of Wuji Sect in the Bianhuang Spirit Realm."

A figure walked out of the air with his hands behind his back, and the sunlight behind him fell on his body, casting a huge shadow on the earth, pressing down like a mountain.

"Boom!"

In the four carriages, two figures rushed out, like a net of heaven and earth, blocking any space for escape.

Obviously, this is a trap that has been set up long ago, waiting for prey to come to your door.

"The True King Wuji, I am so brave, I dare to attack the Duke of Great Chu."

The Saint of Calligraphy was so angry that his face turned blue and he shouted loudly: "This is the Wanzi Spirit Realm, and the Wujimen cannot be allowed to go wild."

Qin Sheng didn't say anything, but her expression became gloomy and gloomy. She knew better than Shu Sheng to judge the situation. The situation in front of her was obvious. It was surrounded by Wuji Sect masters. It was hard to get out easily.

In particular, the mountain pressing on her head made her soul tremble.

"what to do?"

The Tea Saint murmured to herself in a daze, as if she was talking to herself or to others.

"You know, I'm your trump card."

Suddenly, her voice suddenly changed, pressing the line to the extreme, as if she just wanted to hear it.

"I understand, the so-called trump card cannot be easily exposed."

The Tea Saint seemed to be thinking about something, and nodded slightly as if he had some insight. This was the tacit understanding formed by the two of them. After more than 1,800 years of experience, he was wandering on the brink of life and death many times. It was precisely through the transformation of their identities that they could repeatedly escape danger.

The tension was tense, the atmosphere became more and more serious, and even the air began to be as heavy as a mountain.

Twelve figures were guarding all directions, and their spiritual senses surged over like a tide, turning into thin threads like threads, woven a dense net, wrapping the three tea saints completely in it, making them unable to move at all.

"Didn't it mean, there are four fish?"

The devil saint walked out of the hall, standing side by side beside Mo Wentian, with a calm expression on his face.

"The Wine Saint, the Duke of the Third Place in the Great Chu, seemed to have not bitten the bait."

Mo Wentian shook his head slightly, as if he felt a little regretful, but he soon felt relieved.

Although the wine saint and the tea saint are among the Duke of the Great Chu, they are rumored to be in the same relationship as water and fire, and they will never appear at the same time.

Since the Tea Saint came, the Wine Saint did not show up, but was just talking about it.

Unfortunately, the bait has been sprinkled once, and if you want to use the same trick again, it will be more than several times more difficult to catch the fish.

"Wuji Sect, I'm fighting with you!"

Below, the saint of calligraphy could no longer hold back his hands. He splashed ink like a huge pen, tearing open a crack in the net of spiritual consciousness, and shuttled through like a dragon or a snake.

It is obvious that the so-called "scholar" of "sad" is fake, but the oil on the soles of her feet is real.

"Where to escape?"

As his old friend, how could the Painting Saint not see through this thought? He immediately stretched out his hand to spread the painting scroll. A turbulent river flowed out, and chains came across the river, blocking him halfway.

"Give up resistance and become a disciple of the Wuji Sect will be your supreme glory."

The voice of the Chess Saint was pious, and he played a piece on the chessboard in his arms. The three-meter-high giant general appeared out of thin air, covered in dazzling golden armor, and rushed forward with a giant axe like a wheel, as majestic as a general.

Will!

This is already the bottom of the Chess Saint. Of course, the most powerful "cool" chess in the chessboard is not fully driven by his strength.

But even so, it will be an invincible existence for the Saint of Calligraphy.

"Dong!"
To be continued...