Emperor of the Immortal Dynasty

Great Kuang Dynasty, Guanzhong Province, Zhongdu.

The blue-gray tower stands tall, reaching to the sky, with a total of nine floors.

Unlike ordinary towers, this tower is not standing straight, but slightly inclined, like a bent green bamboo, jumping up obliquely, it looks as if it will collapse at any time, which makes people frightened.

As everyone knows, it has stood in the central capital for nearly a hundred years. After two dynasties, three rebellions, and countless wind and rain, it still stands firmly.

As long as there is it, there will never be chaos in the central capital. As long as there are Talina people, no matter how idiotic the emperor of Da Kuang is, there will never be any princes who dare to commit crimes.

"Who goes to Liujing?"

The person in the tower asked, his figure was not considered tall, he was wrapped in a black cloak, and his long and shattered forehead hair hung down his cheeks, which also covered his face in the haze.

He sat cross-legged, not on a low couch, nor on a grand master's chair, but on a dark blue void.He just floated in mid-air like a god, and there was something vaguely flying behind him. Looking carefully, it turned out to be a white tiger with two wings on its back. The god was like a strange beast, but it was only the size of a palm.

"Someone is willing to go."

"Someone is also willing to go."

......

The three disciples came forward to ask for their orders one after another. The three of them had strange appearances. One of them was tall and had a single horn on his head. It looked like a tumor from a distance but looked like a cone up close. It was not surprising.On the left is a woman, with peach blossoms on her cheeks, frowning and charming, her heart itches and she just wants to go forward to be gentle, but she is holding a blood whip in her hand. This whip does not exist independently, but is attached to the girl's body The round buttocks are actually her tail.The one on the left is a young man with a white face and no beard. He looks like a scholar, but his ears hang down his shoulders, his hands reach his knees, and his forehead is slightly protruding, which is the appearance of great wisdom in ancient books.

With a strange appearance and extraordinary talent, he should be born with a bottomless pit.

With three bottomless pits as disciples, who else would there be besides the No. 1 handsome man in the world today, the Great Kuang Emperor.

But people in Zhongdu know that he still has No.4 disciple.

"I go."

A few hoarse voices came out in the cold, the one-horned man in the middle showed a sullen expression, but was stopped by a look from the woman beside him, and the young man with big ears on the other side showed an inexplicable smile.

Uncle Da Kuang is a god teacher, and everyone in Kuang knows that countless families racked their brains to worship under the emperor's uncle, but because of that rule, they all stopped and wanted to worship under my sect. Yes, as long as they practice in the Zhongdu Teaching Field Three years later, challenge my disciples, choose one, and the one who survives three sticks of incense will be my fourth disciple.

The three major disciples under the emperor's uncle are all bottomless pits, and their cultivation strength far surpasses that of Tongji, and they have practiced for more than ten years. How could those dudes who practiced for three years can achieve it.In the beginning, some people went to the teaching ground to practice, but they were all seriously injured by the emperor's disciples. From then on, no family members dared to set foot in the teaching ground.

Until six years ago, a boy wearing hemp shoes entered the Zhongdu teaching ground, and after three years, he left the customs and walked up to the Zhongdu Tianta.The next day, the emperor's uncle issued an edict to the world, announcing that he would accept No. 4 disciple, who was also the only one under him who was not born with a bottomless hole.

And this young man from Kansai, Zhang Busch, also rose to fame from then on.

There is a poem that says: Zhang Bushi in Kansai, Ma Lu visited a famous teacher, sharpened his sword for three years, and his success is known to the world.

As the words came out, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy stepped out from the shadow beside the palace pillar, casually glanced at his three senior brothers and sisters, and stood with arms folded.

"If there really is a divine master born, Liujing has become a dangerous place, and you need a tiger in the cloud to give alms."

As soon as the words fell, the two palm-sized tiger cubs roared and grinned at Zhang Busch.

"No need."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Busch turned around and walked out of the tower. The sunlight dispelled the darkness and fell on his cheeks. He frowned slightly and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

......

An Bochen would never have thought that his inadvertent exhalation would attract the attention of two divine masters, or perhaps far more than that.The bustling Liujing seems to have a peaceful atmosphere, the clouds are calm and the wind is breezy, but in fact, the dark clouds are gradually rising, and the undercurrent is surging.

At this time, An Bochen was sitting in the carriage, with a bag of yellow scarves beside him, and a stack of volumes in his hand, reading intently.

These files were dug out from the Young Master's bedroom before he left, and they recorded the important affairs in the court that the Young Master has been concerned about for several years, as well as the records of his contacts with Huo Guogong. They used to follow the Young Master, and often waited for him to chat with the important ministers of the Ryu Kingdom. , under the influence of his ears and eyes, he knew a little about the affairs of the court, but at that time, An Bochen's mind was not open, even if the prince and courtiers were not shy about it, he could hear it in a daze.

The carriage was bumping and swaying on the bluestone road. Amberchen looked at the file without distraction, but he didn't notice that the girl opposite would give him strange glances from time to time.

After digging out the file from An Bochen, "Red Fu Nu" felt a little strange. In her heart, the method that this little servant boy wanted to cultivate was only a novelty for a while, and the most important thing was that it would be enough to make him live comfortably for the rest of his life. A thousand taels of gold, but after he got the gold, he didn't take a second look at it, and looked at the file wholeheartedly.

Could it be that he still wants to be an official?

A man will never be satisfied, even a young man like An Bochen is not exempt. He has just embarked on the road of cultivation, and in a blink of an eye, he is greedy for glory again.Twisting her pink lips, Hong Fu Nu sighed secretly, turned her head to the side, and looked out the window at the crowded long street with a lonely expression.

After walking for about half an hour, the carriage had already left Suzaku Street and came to the Houtang Ancient Road near the palace. However, before the Ryu people founded the country, there was a Houtang Kingdom in the south of the Yangtze River. Very rich, King Liu wanted to win over the elders of the later Tang Dynasty, so he named the market two miles away from the palace the ancient road of the later Tang Dynasty, and secretly promoted operas. Within 200 years, operas prevailed and overwhelmed the poems and songs of the later Tang Dynasty. Although the ancient roads still exist, The old man is gone.

There is a lake next to the ancient road in Houtang, with vast mist, egrets playing, and the water running through the fireworks river, named Wangjun Lake.This is a well-known place for fireworks in Liuguo and even Dakuang. Every night, the shengxiao is played, the brothel picks up the guests, the theater opens, there is an endless stream of tourists and literati, and dignitaries often come to charter a painting boat , watching operas all night long, what's more, even Mr. Liu would often come here in white arowana costumes to have fun with the people.

Although it is not the late Tang Dynasty, this land in the south of the Yangtze River, even if you change seventeen or eight princes, can't change its romantic temperament that is deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

"arrive?"

"Ah."

An Bochen glanced out the window and said without raising his head.

"Which painting boat?"

"Evening scent."

"It's an elegant name."

"Take it from the young master."

Raising his head, An Bochen said inexplicably, when he mentioned the name of the young master, there was no trace of admiration or reverence in his tone.

While talking, the two had already stepped out of the carriage, "Master Li" naturally smirked and stayed in the carriage, and the old coachman was also sent to a nearby tea house to rest.Looking up, there are groups of colorful painting boats docked on the shore, and there are hundreds of them at least. They are so gorgeous in the daytime, not to mention the magnificence of thousands of lights at night.When the red-haired girl saw this scene for the first time, she couldn't help feeling a little lost, and whispered a poem that An Bochen had never heard before.

Although the place names in the poem are unfamiliar, they can be sympathetic to the people, with a faint sense of sadness, and those who hear it feel sad, but they are also somewhat appropriate.

Five days ago, An Bochen encountered a catastrophe, escaped by chance, met the red girl who was equal to Taoism, and returned to Liujing.In just five days, under the girl's ingenious calculation, An Bochen had everything he wanted, and he only had to find Lord Jiuchen before he could embark on the road back home.It's just that, at this moment, An Bochen no longer has the slightest nostalgia for this prosperous Liujing in his heart. Everything that was once worthy of his nostalgia has disappeared after last night.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen dispelled the feelings in his heart, raised his eyes and scanned the shore, looking for the painting boat that Young Master Li had spent a lot of money on.

Suddenly, there was a chill in his heart, born out of thin air, without any warning.

With a shock in his back, An Bochen stopped in his tracks. The girl beside him frowned, and was about to speak when he saw An Bochen's complexion changed drastically, and he rushed towards her suddenly.

"you......"

Hong Fu Nu was startled, out of the corner of her eye, hundreds of feathered arrows flew across her side and plunged into the water.

An Bochen's pounce could have saved the two of them from the rain of arrows. If there was a slight difference in the middle of the night, the two of them might have turned into cold corpses by now.

Turning his head to look, he saw a group of knights wearing bronze masks looking coldly at the river embankment not far away. The bowstring was drawn, and the carriage driving Young Master Li had long since disappeared.

"shoot!"

Seeing that An Bochen dodged the arrow array that was bound to be captured by a strange coincidence, the leader of the cavalry showed a strange look in his eyes, but he no longer hid himself, waved his big hand, and ordered the second round to be shot.

The river bank is wide open, with a clear view, only the boat behind you can hide, but even if you hide in the boat, you can't escape the arrow feathers one after another.

Looking at each other, the two turned around and jumped into Wangjun Lake without hesitation at the critical moment.

"thump!"

The water splashed, and the ripples swayed. The cavalry leader dodged, and the next moment appeared beside the painting boat.

Taking off the mask, revealing a weather-beaten face, it was the famous general in Huo Guogong's mansion.

Frowning, a flash of Qinghua flashed in Huo Xiaosan's eyes, staring carefully at the surface of the water, whispering coldly for a long time.

"It turns out that I can't swim."

As Huo Xiaosan said, An Bochen and Hong Funu are both landlubbers, if they were not forced into a desperate situation, how could they jump into Wangjun Lake without thinking.

The surface of the lake is shimmering. In the lake, young girls and boys are thrashing their hands and feet, their faces full of pain, but they can’t stop their bodies from sinking. Gradually, the clear blue lake surface has become out of reach, and the surrounding water has turned dark blue. A fish and shrimp swam past, circling briskly around the two of them, then swung their tails and swam away into the distance.

The good luck of these five days is really all