Imperial capital.

Book Pavilion.

The old eunuch stood respectfully in front of the book pavilion.

Mo Tianyu lazily exposed his chest and carried the wine gourd in one hand.

"Father-in-law, Master, see no one."

Mo Tian said, Tao.

"Mr. Mo, Your Majesty said, let the old slave come to summon the national master. If the national master does not go, Your Majesty will definitely break the old slave's leg."

The old eunuch smiled bitterly on his face and shook his whisk.

"Oh, your Majesty really said that?"

Mo Tianyu raised his eyebrows, revealing a look of surprise.

"Zhao Kuo rebelled, and now the imperial capital is in ruins. Your Majesty urgently needs the national teacher to preside over the presidency..."

"Your Majesty said that there is a national army in literature and Jiang Li in the army, and the Great Zhou generals will rise."

The old eunuch said.

Mo Tianyu frowned slightly when he heard this.

"No, if the Master said that if he didn't see him, he wouldn't see him."

Mo Tianyu waved his hand.

"Or else, let me tell you a fortune teller to my father-in-law?"

Mo Tianyu's eyes lit up, and he said in anticipation.

When the old eunuch heard this, his expression changed suddenly, "No, no..."

suddenly.

A cough came from the book pavilion.

The hunched national teacher, wearing a Confucian shirt and a hunched back, slowly walked out of the book pavilion with the help of Kong Nanfei.

"Tianyu, don't make things difficult for my father-in-law, I'll leave now."

National teacher's way.

When the old eunuch heard this, his body trembled, and his face was almost moved with tears.

"National Master."

The old eunuch bowed.

The national teacher helped the old eunuch up and sighed, it was not easy for this old eunuch to serve the late emperor and witness the little emperor growing up with his own eyes.

"Let's go."

The national teacher smiled faintly.

The old eunuch bowed again: "Here."

The group left the book pavilion, and there were already luxury carriages pulled by five horses outside waiting.

When the national master boarded the luxury carriage, the news that the Master had left the Book Pavilion spread throughout the imperial capital in an instant.

The wheels rotate.

In the carriage.

The national master lifted the curtain and looked at the somewhat depressed Imperial King Street with deep eyes.

On the long streets of the imperial capital, there are guards patrolling in armor.

The solemn and murderous aura enveloped the entire imperial city.

"Jiang Li is worthy of being a disciple of the military ranks, and he really has a good way to lead troops."

"Although Bai Fengtian died, the military strategist has Jiang Li, so it is still not declining."

National teacher's way.

Kong Nanfei nodded, thinking that the emperor's Nine Emperors ordered Jiang Li to be summoned to imprison Jiang Li and ended up with Bai Fengtian.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Kuo turned against this at this time.

Instead, it gave Jiang Li a chance.

"It's all because of Lu Ping'an, Beiluo City..."

Kong Nanfei sighed.

"Oh? How do you say this?"

The national master leaned in the carriage and couldn't help but smile when he heard Kong Nanfei's sigh.

"If Lu Ping'an hadn't sent 500 cavalry of Beiluo into the imperial capital to start a massacre, if it weren't for... the three cultivators under Lu Ping'an's command killed Zhao Kuo's eight thousand elite soldiers, Zhao Kuo might not have rebelled so quickly."

Kongnan Flyway.

The national teacher caresses his beard.

"What's so strange? The moment Zhao Kuo asked someone to draft a manifesto, the ending was already destined."

"Who is not good at taking the scroll, but Ping An is brought in."

The national teacher smiled.

The carriage slowly walked to the Purple Gold Palace.

The national master and others had just dismounted. Kong Nanfei, who was supporting the national master, changed his expression slightly. He raised his head and looked towards the garden.

...

The Daze of Nanjun, the dragon breeds the dragon land.

Tang Yimo was covered in blood, and black air was tangled.

He faintly confronted the dragon in the big lake with a momentum.

Outside the Daze.

Tang Xiansheng had a military armor, his eyes shining and excited. Tang Baiyun, the eldest son of the Tang family, stared at Tang Yimo who was walking on the marsh with some envy and jealousy.

"well!"

Tang Xiansheng shouted twice.

Tang Yimo's courage exceeded his expectations.

Tang Yimo can confront the demon dragon that even thousands of iron cavalry can't deal with, but he is not inferior to others.

"I am worthy of being the son of my Tang Xiansheng! Hahaha!"

Tang Xiansheng smiled with his palm and was very happy.

With Tang Yimo, what Tang Xiansheng has never dared to do may be put on the agenda.

On the big lake.

Tang Yimo stepped on the water.

Looking at the Panlong with miasma wrapped around the panlong, the Panlong's eyes were like snakes, exuding a cold breath, and the miasma around him was highly poisonous.

Tang Yimo used the "Eight Meridians Dun Armor Demonic Art" and opened the first vein, and could only confront this dragon faintly.

If the battle really starts, it is hard to say.

suddenly.

Tang Yimo was stunned, and he sensed the shui water under his feet churning.

There seems to be a great horror brewing in the Great Scene.

"retreat!"

Tang Yimo was shocked, but saw the dragon quickly drilling into the swamp, and the whole swamp boiled and the mud flew.

Running out of the Daze area, Tang Yimo stared at Daze.

But I saw a huge vortex appeared in the big lake. In the vortex, there was a white spiritual light shield floating like an "eggshell", with faint pressure released from it.

"Immortality..."

Tang Yimo whispered.

The army of Nanjun was also shocked.

Tang Xiansheng turned over and got off the horse and came to Tang Yimo.

"Yimo, what happened?"

He has never been to the Wolongling Secret Realm, so he is not sure what is going on at this moment.

"There is a fairy fate in the land of raising dragons, and this is a fairy fate."
To be continued...