This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 137 Full Moon Night, Top of the Forbidden City

Tianxia Pavilion.

The three-story building stands in the prosperous area of ​​the capital, located on the dragon vein. It is magnificent in scale and famous throughout the world. The highest roof of the third floor is almost level with the place where the royal family worships heaven.

The lobby is on the first floor, which is spacious and bright and can accommodate many guests;

The private rooms on the second floor have landscape themes or flower themes, and only dignitaries can enter;
There is only one banquet room on the third floor observation deck. Standing here, one can almost overlook the entire capital, and even see the place where the royal family offers sacrifices to heaven. It gives one a feeling of being high above the world.

This is no longer an ordinary restaurant. The reason why the royal family did not take strong measures is, firstly, there is a need. Certain important people in the martial arts world must be received on the highest scale. Secondly, Tianxia Pavilion originally belongs to the royal family, otherwise, it would have been demolished long ago just for the height of the floor.

Xiang Yuan stood on the observation deck, overlooking the prosperity of the capital. It was not yet curfew time, the lights were on and the layout was in order, living up to the name of the capital's royal city.

My throat is a little itchy, and I feel the atmosphere is right. It's time to recite a poem to relieve the heroic spirit in my heart.

Which song should I copy?
Any word is fine, I’m not picky.

A calm person refuses to plagiarize, but a funny person doesn't have such concerns. Even though he has traveled through time, he is not allowed to copy poems. It is equivalent to returning all the texts he memorized after staying up late to the teacher. He feels sorry for himself and even more sorry for the teacher.

this is not right!
The funny guy stood on the moral high ground and scolded the calm man for not knowing how to respect his teachers. His throat became more and more itchy. He put one hand behind his back, tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, and with a melancholy look in his eyes, he began to create something new.

“The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and blows them down like stars like rain.”

"The road is filled with the fragrance of carved BMWs, the sound of phoenix flutes, the light of jade pots, and the dance of fish and dragons all night long."

"The moth is like a golden thread of snow willow, and leaves with a smile and a faint fragrance."

"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place."

Today is neither the Lantern Festival nor are there fireworks, so it is not appropriate to cite the poem "Qing Yu'an". However, the prosperity of the capital is far beyond that of ordinary counties, so we have to make do with it.

Especially when he read the last sentence and turned to look at Chaner, they looked like a newlywed couple, loving each other even more.

See how the witch reacts. If she blushes and her heart beats fast, recite it again in front of Xiao Lingyue next time.

"My husband has a really good memory. Where did you copy it from?"

Zener blinked her big watery eyes and was not aroused at all.

This is normal. No matter who takes nine kilograms of fasting pills a day and gains weight on his face, he will not be seduced.

"What do you mean by plagiarizing? Just write what you feel. You have no interest at all." Xiang Yuan curled his lips, very dissatisfied.

Yes, you have a hobby, and your hobby is to force-feed meatballs to people!
Chaner rolled her eyes. She didn't believe that this poem was originally written by Xiang Yuan. They were already in the Yama world, so it was normal for him to copy a poem he had never heard of from another world.

But let’s be honest, looking back, this turn of events was indeed a good one…

What a pity it’s a meatball!
Chaner grunted twice, and accidentally fell to the ground, bumping his head onto Xiangyuan's back.

The force was so great that Xiang Yuan was almost knocked off the third floor.

Xiang Yuan turned around and glared at him, while Chan'er felt justified but still felt confident, and the two of them stared at each other and got closer and closer.

All they need to get close to each other is a head-pressing squad.

"I have been searching for him for thousands of times. I never thought that Young Master Li has such poetic talent. I admire him."

There were footsteps in the corridor, and a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard came upstairs. Seeing the young couple flirting, he clasped his fists and said, "I was deeply attracted by these words and forgot everything else. Sorry to bother you two."

Looking far away, I heard the sound and saw two men climbing up to the observation deck.

The leading man was dressed in gorgeous clothes. Although he looked like a man from the underworld, his clothes were gorgeous, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist. He looked dignified and imposing, like the evergreen pine and cypress. He was truly a dragon among men and could be described as indescribably noble.

The royal family's number one expert, Zhao Haoran, the master of the 'Absolute Sword'.

Jueqi does not mean to stop breathing, although Zhao Haoran often makes people breathe their last, so there is nothing wrong with this explanation, but this "jue" means the best, describing that this prince has the three ultimate sword energy of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and his martial arts attainments are extraordinary.

The next man was dressed as a scholar, holding a goose feather, no, eagle feather fan in his hand. At first glance, he looked like a country bumpkin.

The Six Gates' God of Detectives, 'the Divine Calculator' Fan Hefeng.

The eight great detectives from the Six Gates gathered in the capital. One of them, Wang Nuo, was seriously injured, and the rest had to guard the imperial city. It was inconvenient for Zhao Haoran to bring too many people to the banquet, so he called the most astute Fan Hefeng.

Leng Silan's intelligence was clearly written. The young couple teamed up to kill the 'Demon Queen' Duguhou, especially the 'Flying Witch' Li Chan, who fought Duguhou head-on and was not at a disadvantage. First, she seriously injured Duguhou, and then the 'Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand' Li Xianyuan split the Demon Queen in two.

Even so, Empress Dugu was not dead yet and wanted to die together with Li Chan, but she failed.

Leng Silan analyzed the strength of the two. Li Xianyuan was mysterious, his martial arts skills fluctuated, his swordsmanship was good, his boxing and kicking skills were first-rate, and he also had the ability to control zombies.

Leng Silan couldn't tell the strength of the zombie, and commented that its divine power was astonishing, with skin of copper and bones of iron even better than the Vajra Indestructible Divine Power. If it weren't for the zombie's fatal weakness of having difficulty storing Yin energy, the power of heaven and earth could have dispersed it, and it could be said to be invincible.

In comparison, Li Chan's evaluation is very simple, just four words: no weaknesses.

When meeting this young couple of unknown origin but powerful strength, Zhao Haoran had to be cautious and asked Fan Hefeng to help him.

"I have heard of your great names for a long time. After meeting you today, I find you are truly a perfect match, the best of the best!" Zhao Haoran complimented.

From the moment he came upstairs, he kept praising her, as if they had met each other too late and wanted to become sworn brothers on the spot.

"There is no such thing as a great name in the Jianghu or in the mountains and forests. The prince is truly famous throughout the world. My husband and I knew the reputation of the Absolute Qi Sword before we even started our training. After seeing it today, I realized that it is truly worthy of its reputation."

"No, no, he is far inferior to the young talent Li."

"Thank you so much, Your Majesty is still the best."

After the business talk, the dog-headed army teacher Fan Hefeng took over the dirty work of offending people, clasped his hands and said: "Young Master Li, I heard that your master was taught by Master Lingguang, I wonder if it is true?"

"I do have a master, and it was all taught by Master Lingguang in person." Xiang Yuan nodded and said with a clear conscience.

The truth is absolutely true.

"Don't blame me, young man. This is a matter of great importance. Please forgive me for being so bold as to ask you to use some of the methods I have learned from my master."

Zhao Haoran frowned, looking unhappy, angry that Fan Hefeng was being impartial and ruthless. Fan Hefeng turned a blind eye and still said stubbornly, "It's not that I don't believe it, but I have a narrow vision and want to broaden my horizons."

Seeing that the two of them acted well together, Xiang Yuan nodded secretly: "It should be so. I am Master Lingguang's registered disciple. This matter has never been spread. If you want to prove your innocence, you must perform three moves and two styles."

After saying this, he transformed into a ghostly phantom and wandered around the wide observation deck. His movements were strange and unpredictable, more like a ghost than a human, and totally out of character for a flesh and blood body.

In succession, he slapped away the blood cloud and black light with both hands, and the palm wind whistled, and he used several moves of the Blood Transformation Palm. These two matching skills are derived from the Three Yin Book of Life and Death, and only Lingguang National Master can use them in the entire Wusheng Realm. Let alone claiming to be a disciple, if Xiang Yuan had innate cultivation, people would believe him if he said he was Lingguang National Master.

Zhao Haoran and Fan Hefeng were both in the Xiantian stage. They recognized Xiang Yuan's moves at a glance and confirmed his identity as Lingguang's disciple. The former invited Xiang Yuan and Chan'er to sit down and sighed, "After Lingguang National Master passed away, I thought his unique skills were lost and there was no possibility of him appearing in the world again. I didn't expect that he had a genius disciple like you, young man."

"Master Lingguang doesn't want to hide it, but... I can only say that I have no choice..."

Xiang Yuan stopped talking halfway and left it for Zhao Haoran and Fan Hefeng to fill in the blanks.

Seeing that the two of them were indeed lost in thought, his face straightened and he continued, "I received the news that Master Lingguang had passed away, so I rushed to the capital with my junior sister. To be honest with you, Your Highness, I don't believe that Master Lingguang passed away. There must be something hidden behind this."

"Young man, do you have any clues?"

Zhao Haoran frowned and said, "Speaking of which, I don't believe it either. The State Master was in good health and could live another hundred years without any problem. It's really strange that he suddenly passed away... I'm going to say something that I don't like, the State Master might have been murdered by a villain!"

The whole world believed so. Empress Dugu came to the capital in person to confirm it. She was found dead on the street, gone in an instant.

"Not yet, there are only a few suspects."

Xiang Yuan mentioned the names of the Four Supremes and said in a deep voice, "There are only these four people in the world who can hurt Master Lingguang. Since it's not the Demon Queen, I think it must be the other three."

Fan Hefeng was stunned when he heard this. What does this mean? You young couple are going to kill them one by one?

Come to think of it, the Southern Demon Duguhou is dead, and one of the top five masters in the world has been eliminated. The remaining three have fallen into the hands of this young couple, and I'm afraid they won't be able to hold out for long.

Hiss, hiss, hiss, in the future, the world will be a plaything in the hands of this couple.

Fan Hefeng was halfway shocked when a guard came over quickly and handed him a letter with the wax seal of the Six Gates: "Your Highness, this letter is urgent and must be sent to you immediately."

Zhao Haoran didn't dare to delay. He first apologized to Xiang Yuan and the others, then quickly opened the letter, glanced through it hurriedly, and his face changed color.

"My Lord, what happened?"

Fan Hefeng was extremely anxious and wanted to see it, but because there were outsiders present, he didn't want to break the rules.

"The Demon Queen arrived at Dali State and said that the Scholar of Change had killed her sister and brother-in-law, and she challenged him to a duel..."

"Ten days later, on the night of the full moon, at the top of the Forbidden City, both the winner and the loser will be decided, as well as life and death!"

"..."

Xiang Yuan was confused. What the hell? The Calabash Brothers are not performing anymore, and the Four Supreme Masters are not fighting for the Xiantian Gong anymore?

New script, Ximen Chuxue versus Ye Gucheng?
No, you two snake demons are really sisters!
Xiang Yuan took a deep breath and felt a little pain in his head. The script of Calabash Brothers was good, and Top of the Forbidden City was not bad either, but why was the style so weird when the two were combined?
There is also the 'Versatile Scholar' Zhang Xinyuan, who, at first glance, sounds like the Deadly Scholar Sword.

The snake demon fights against the deadly scholar's sword?
It feels like there's nothing to do!

Fan Hefeng was stunned when he heard this, while Zhao Haoran frowned and said to himself, "The Demon Queen is coming to the capital... The Hundred-Change Scholar may come, or he may not. What about Master Kang Kuang? Will he come to join in the fun?"

"Your Highness, the Queen's visit here is suspicious. Is she...really here to avenge her sister?" Xiang Yuan asked tentatively.

"There is a powerful snake demon in Chuyang County. It once pretended to be the demon queen, but the demon queen never admitted it. It is still unclear whether she has a sister or not. Revenge is just her one-sided statement. Don't believe it."

Zhao Haoran shook his head repeatedly: "Besides, why do we have to come to the capital, or the palace, for a duel? Moreover, the Changeable Scholar is good at disguise and his whereabouts are always mysterious. He may not respond to the Demon Queen's invitation."

At this point, the meaning is very clear. The demon came to the capital not for revenge, but just to find a high-sounding excuse. He came for the demon pill in the emperor's hand.

The reason for mobilizing so many troops and informing the world of the matter was to create a big commotion ten days later, so that the water would be muddy so that they could fish.

Zhao Haoran glanced at Xiang Yuan, waved his hand to dismiss the guard who delivered the letter, and after he left, he lowered his voice and said, "My lord, I heard, just heard, nothing else, that the young man has a scorpion tail in his hand, it is extraordinary, it seems to be left by an innate monster, I wonder if it is true or not?"

The snake demon in Chuyang County had a husband who was a scorpion demon. Both husband and wife died, and the most valuable poisonous tail on the scorpion demon's body disappeared without a trace. Xiang Yuan happened to have a tail of a congenital scorpion demon in his hand...

What a coincidence!
"There can't be only one Scorpion Spirit in the world. Your Highness is worrying too much."

"That's right, Xiao Wang, you're overthinking it. It must be a coincidence."

Zhao Haoran nodded seriously and said, "Ten days later, the prince wants to invite you two to the imperial city to watch the ceremony. What do you think?"

"It is only right to help those who are in trouble when seeing injustice."

The two of them stopped at the agreed point. Zhao Haoran got help in defending the imperial city, and Xiang Yuan got an invitation to enter the imperial city. Everyone was very satisfied.

After three rounds of eating, Zhao Haoran looked at Chan'er in confusion: "Young man, does your wife have no appetite?"

Not only did he have no appetite, Chaner almost vomited when he saw the table full of food.

Xiang Yuan saw that she looked ugly and seemed to be nauseated, so he said to Zhao Haoran awkwardly, "You have lost your appetite recently. Maybe you are pregnant. I haven't checked her pulse yet."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Haoran immediately slammed the table and said, "Young man, you are a disciple of the national teacher. How can we hide such an important matter from you? Please wait a moment. I will inform His Majesty and I will definitely give you a gift."

This guy deserves to be a prince, he is so good at handling things.

Zhao Haoran was in a hurry to return to the imperial city to discuss matters. After a polite and appropriate apology, he asked the servants to wait on the second floor and left quickly with Fan Hefeng.

Zhao Haoran arranged a residence for Xiang Yuan and Chan'er. It was a newly renovated palace near the imperial city. It was temporarily uninhabited, and the young couple could live there for ten days or half a month.

It's okay to stay here for ten or eight years. You can be a disciple of National Master Lingguang and inherit the position of National Master in the future.

After the two left, Chaner slowly stood up, reached out and touched the bottom of the table in front of Fan Hefeng's seat, touched a line of small words, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

It's bad, not like good silver.

"My husband, there is something fun."

The look on your face clearly shows that you want to see a river of blood.

Xiang Yuan walked forward doubtfully, touched the bottom of the table, and immediately frowned.

Fan Hefeng left a message: Be careful, Prince!

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