It's late at night.

The land of Xiliang.

In the camp, Xiang Shaoyun suddenly opened his eyes, and the terrifying qi and blood were stirring in the camp again.

His eyes were red, and blue veins rose up on his neck.

He raised his head, his hair scattered like a steel needle. A terrifying noise came from his burly body, and the shocking air made a slight trembling curve.

"Immortal!"

Xiang Shaoyun's eyes were like torches, with unconcealed anger and humiliation.

So what if it is an immortal?

Why make him kneel!

Xiang Shaoyun, he did not kneel down or kneel down... No one in the world could bear his kneeling.

The low roar was like a wild beast, resounding continuously, deafening, as if the person who heard it was going to explode.

Two strands of spiritual energy were irritated around his thick arms.

"Shaoyun..."

A gentle voice sounded in the distance.

The girl bathed in the moonlight, as beautiful as a painting, with worry in her eyes, and looked at Xiang Shaoyun with tenderness.

Xiang Shaoyun covered his face and shook his head. When he heard Luo Mingsang's worried voice, he calmed down his emotions.

However, the humiliation in my heart still cannot be dispersed.

He is the overlord of Xijun and the lord of Xiliang. Even an immortal is not qualified to let him kneel down.

Luo Mingsang was weak and gentle, as gentle as water. He walked towards Xiang Shaoyun and surrounded his broad chest.

"Your temper needs to be changed."

"You are the commander now. You can't be so willful. You have to think twice before you act. Don't act irritably. You have to think more. Many things cannot be solved by force."

Luo Mingsang's voice was very gentle, and the irritability on Xiang Shaoyun's face began to melt.

He touched Luo Mingsang's hair, greedily sniffed the fragrance between the girl's hair, and smiled.

"Mingsang, you are wrong. Nothing can't be solved by force. If there is...that only means that the force is not enough."

Xiang Shaoyun said domineeringly.

"I originally thought that now I was the peak of the Great Zhou martial arts, but I was wrong. After I got the immortal fate, I realized that after the peak of martial arts, there is a broader world..."

Xiang Shaoyun raised his hand, and two strands of spiritual energy flowed gently in his palm.

"You are now the commander of the thirteen princes, but don't be distracted by these matters. When you reach the top and establish a dynasty, I will not stop you from pursuing the fate of martial arts and immortality, but before that, you must worry, after all... cooperating with various schools of thought is tantamount to seeking a skin from a tiger."

Luo Mingsang's tender little hands were drawing circles on Xiang Shaoyu's chest and whispered.

Xiang Shaoyu raised the corner of his mouth, rubbed Luo Mingsang's black hair, and looked outside the tent with a fiery look.

"I said that I want you to be the king's woman, this country will be fought for you, and this dynasty will be established for you."

"As for the various schools of thought... Oh, when I reach the peak, it is time to dismiss the schools of thought."

"Mingsang, you can rest assured."

...

The Great Zhou Dynasty, the imperial capital.

Book Pavilion.

Yuwen Xiu opened his eyes from the recliner, and shame and anger flashed in his eyes. After a long time, he calmed down.

"Your Majesty, how? Can you get the fate of immortality?"

A gentle voice rang in the quiet room.

The faint candlelight burns quietly.

A white-haired old man wearing a simple robe and drooping straw sandals looked at Yuwen Xiu with a rosy and kind face.

In his hand, there was a letter from his coachman.

After reading the content of the letter, there was nothing unusual on his face.

"The national teacher, you have the fate of becoming an immortal."

Yuwen Xiu rubbed his eyebrows, a little uncertain, and said.

"That's true?"

The national teacher was confused.

Yuwen Xiu hesitated for a moment and told the things on the preaching platform.

"The land of immortal fate...Wolongling?"

The national master stroked his white beard, and his old face showed a look of contemplation.

Then, the national master stood up, walked slowly, and took out an old yellow drawing from the pile of bookshelf. On the drawings, he was scrambling terrain catalogs from various places.

"Lying horizontally like a dragon, entrenching in Beiluo..."

"Is Wolongling a hundred miles outside Beiluo City?"

The national teacher pointed his finger at the mark of Beiluo City, thinking about something.

"Your Majesty, now in the world, there are frequent gifts from heaven who have received the fate of immortality, and the situation has become more confusing than before."

The national master put away the catalogue, coughed, and said.

"Your Majesty has given him by God. According to Your Majesty, there are two people who have given him who have not known their identities..."

"And I judged that Lu Ping'an, a person who was suspected of being a god-given, had a follower under his command, who could control his sword from the air, and he was suspected of being a god-given..."

"It is hard to say how many god-given people in the world are. Chaos are frequent, but this... is the hope of the Great Zhou breaking the deadlock."

The national teacher coughed, but his old eyes were as bright as stars.

Hope to break the deadlock?

Yuwen Xiu's eyes also lit up. As the emperor, he could see clearly the current situation in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

In the chaotic times, the princes gathered together in large armies, and they were as powerful as breaking through several cities.

Due to the war and the rampant bandits, the Great Zhou basically lost control of the local area.

Now, I can only curl up in the imperial capital.

"The national teacher, the God-given person, can I really help my Great Zhou break the deadlock?"

Yuwen Xiu asked excitedly.

"If you are the emperor, if you can get the help of God, you will definitely be able to rest in the world..."

"Even, the abolition of all schools of thought is no longer a talk of empty talk."

The national master stroked his white beard and looked out the window. The stars in the sky were scattered slowly.

"Your Majesty is going to Beiluo tomorrow..."

National teacher's way.

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Xiu bowed to the old man and retreated.

The old man looked at the eunuchs waiting outside the book pavilion with a kind face, surrounded by Yuwen Xiu, and his eyes gradually became gentle.

He lay on the rocking chair and coughed gently.

"The older you get, the less useful it is. I wonder how many times can you worry about Your Majesty."

The candlelight sways deeper and deeper.

Accompanied by a helpless sigh.

...

"Chess record?"

In the darkness, Lu Fan was slightly surprised.

Unexpectedly, this reward actually revealed a chess score.

Is this the system even dislikes him for this stinking basket?

Lu Fan pursed his lips, moved his mind and received the reward.

"Chess Record "Yi Tianshi": The lower-level soul-sized method of Xuanxing (can be improved). According to the score, visualize the chess movement, which can restore the soul strength and forge and condense the soul strength."

"Tip: Cooperating with the "Chuangxuan Qi Refining Chapter" can increase the speed of independent Qi Refining."

Buzz...

In my mind, chess scores formed by black and white chess pieces appear.
To be continued...