They got off the bus five miles from Beiluo City with freedom, determination and expectation, and walked towards Beiluo City.

Above the walls of Beiluo City.

Lu Changkong was wearing armor and looked directly at the three old men walking slowly under the city wall in the gloomy sky.

Luo Yue and Luo Cheng stood beside him with a knife.

Luo Cheng had a little surprise on his face.

"Is this the Taoist sect, the sword sect, and the government family?"

Lu Changkong nodded slightly.

"Why did they rush to Beiluo like this? The young master... is not something they can compete with!"

Luo Yue couldn't help but frown and said.

"They are strong, but they are also humans, and the young master who has obtained the immortal fate has long been inhuman..."

Lu Changkong shook his head with his hands in his arms: "They just don't want to let an era sink in obscurity. They are telling the world in their way that they have also stood at the top."

Luo Cheng and Luo Yue were silent immediately.

They understand what an era mentioned by Lu Changkong refers to.

The three philosophers represent the era of various philosophers and hundreds of schools of thought.

And Lu Fan represents the era of Bai Yujing.

Since the Tianji family surrendered to Bai Yujing, these scholars of the hundreds of schools of thought had a feeling that sooner or later, Bai Yujing would be above them.

"Open the city gate."

Lu Changkong Road.

His eyes flashed. He was a descendant of the farmer family. Although the farmer family of various schools had long been lonely and could not compare to the forces such as the Daozong, the Sword Sect, etc., but... after all, he was once a member of a brilliant collision.

Crunch, crunch...

The heavy dullness is slowly opening up.

Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu and Gong Shuyu looked up at the city tower, and couldn't help but smile when they saw Lu Changkong.

Lu Changkong stood above the city and nodded slightly to the three of them.

"Let's go..."

"What a pity, now only three of us old guys. If we can assemble the others, it will be lively."

Xie Yunlingdao.

Mo Beike did not enter Beiluo, Kong Xiu was in seclusion at the attic, and Wei Luan had already died.

Among the hundreds of families... there are very few who can really go with them.

When I looked back at this time, I realized that the people I had traveled with had disappeared in the long river of time.

Three figures stepped into Beiluo City in the dull clouds.

With the three people disappearing.

The gate of Beiluo City is slowly closed.

Dong!

It's like the dust has been covered with time, closed.

Outside Beiluo City.

One left and one right, each carriage was slowly walking, raising smoke and dust, and stopped ten miles outside Beiluo City.

Mo Beike looked at the closed city gate, and his heavy bags of his eyes shook slightly.

I also felt a slight tremor when I carried my hands on my back.

Mo Ju leaned against the carriage and had a feather fan and a lint.

On the other side.

In the carriage, the national teacher Kong Xiu lay lying in it, looking at the gloomy sky, wondering what he was thinking.

Mo Tianyu took a wine gourd and suddenly poured wine into his mouth.

Inside Beiluo City.

The long street was cleaned up, and there were few pedestrians on both sides. The three old men entered Beiluo City, stepped on the bluestone, and walked towards Beiluo Lake step by step.

Teahouses, restaurants, etc. on both sides of the long street are all full of people.

Tang Yimo sat by the window of the restaurant, drinking wine, looking at the three old men walking below, his eyes flashing.

He settled the bill and went downstairs to the restaurant and followed the old man far away.

Beiluo Lake is not far away.

Xie Yunling and the other two arrived soon.

Looking at Beiluo Lake shrouded in thick fog, Xie Yunling, Huadongliu and Gongshuyu inexplicably felt a sense of pressure and relief.

"Are you scared?"

Xie Yunling turned his head, glanced at Hua Dongliu, whose waist was straight and said with a smile.

"I'm afraid? When my name as the Sword Saint was spreading all over the world, Lu Ping'an was not born yet."

East China sneered.

"Let's just say a little bit, have you never heard of Lu Ping'an's temper?"

Gongshu Yu glanced at Huadongliu, and a hoarse voice sounded.

Just as the three of them argued.

In Beiluo Lake, a small boat sways swaying.

The lake water rippled open, and separated from the sides like curtains.

An old man in white with a big gold chain hanging around his neck sat cross-legged on the lonely boat with a silly smile on his face.

"It's the old thing Lu Dongxuan."

"This guy has the most powerful dog nose. I'm afraid he's known about Bai Yujing's strength for a long time, so he defected to Bai Yujing."

Xie Yunling and Hua Dongliu couldn't help but speak and said.

Lu Dongxuan stood up from the boat.

He held his hands and nodded slightly to the three of them.

Xie Yunling laughed.

As soon as he took a step forward, the blood and roared, and he hit the lake, causing a circle of ripples, and he actually walked on the lake.

The sword saint Hua Dongliu glanced at Xie Yunling's movements and sneered disdainfully.

The sword in his hand suddenly shook out, and his body also used light skills, stepping on the sword he threw out and headed towards the lonely boat.

As for Gongshuyu, he jumped into the lake, and his shoes changed, pushing his body towards the boat in the lake.

The three of them used their own methods to get on the boat.

The boat began to ripple and headed into the lake.

The thick fog quickly swallowed their figures.

Tang Yimo stood by the lake, and the blood in his body calmed down, and the spiritual energy in the Qi Pill seemed to have frozen.

It seemed as if there was a terrifying existence in the lake that made him throbbing.

"Bei Luo... Young Master Lu!"

This is not the first time Tang Yimo has heard of this name, but it is the first time that he has felt the horror brought by this name.

The clouds that had accumulated for a long time finally couldn't hold on.

There were raindrops like curtains, falling from the sky, and the connection between water and sky made the entire lake surface turbulent.

On the lonely boat.

None of the four old men sat cross-legged on the boat, silently.

The more you ripple into the lake, the more you can feel the oppression in the world.

Finally, the lonely boat stopped moving forward.

The thick fog broke open.

With the rain covering the sky, they finally saw the island.

I saw the island in the middle of the lake that looked like a fairy island.

There are pavilions on the island and terraces on the pavilion. There is a young man in white sitting in a silver wheelchair, holding his chin in one hand and falling into a chessboard with his hand.

The maid holds an umbrella and the young master plays chess.
Chapter completed!