Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Great Zhou, Imperial Capital.

early morning.

The warm sun of the morning sun sheds brilliance, illuminating the earth.

The majestic city gate of the imperial capital made a heavy and distant sound, and the heavy city gate was slowly pushed open to both sides.

The ground trembled violently, and the sound of horseshoes exploded.

Outside the city gate, on the official road, among the billowing smoke and dust, there are three hundred iron cavalry, treading on the dust.

Among the iron riders, there were four prison carts pulling, staggering and speeding.

The city gate was wide open, and three hundred cavalry and prison carts entered the city directly.

The three hundred iron cavalry were escorted by Lu Changkong, the lord of Beiluo City, who set off from Beiluo City before dawn.

After entering the city gate, the horse team of three hundred cavalry slowed down.

Both sides of the main official road in the capital city have already been cleared away by the defenders of the imperial capital early on. Vendors and even some pedestrians were stopped outside. Many people stared curiously at the official road with the psychology of seeing new things. Horses and prison carts.

Luo Yue had been waiting under the city tower early on.

Beside him, there is also the commander of the imperial guards in the palace, holding his knife and waiting silently.

Wait until Lu Changkong enters the city.

Luo Yue and the commander of the imperial guard rode their horses to meet him.

"Lord Lu, please."

The commander of the imperial guards carried a knife, looked respectful, and turned slightly sideways on the horse.

Luo Yue silently followed behind.

Lu Changkong was dressed in armor, with a serious face, he saluted the commander of the imperial guards, and then, with 300 cavalry, he headed straight for the Great Zhou Palace.

Outside the gate of the imperial city.

When Lu Changkong's cavalry came here, they dismounted one after another.

Four prison cars were also housed.

Lu Changkong began to ride his horse before dawn, and finally arrived at the palace before the dawn of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The gate of the imperial city is divided into three arches. The central palace gate is the tallest, reaching nine meters, and the palace gates on both sides are slightly smaller, two meters high.

Passing through the gate of the imperial city, there is a square directly opposite, paved with white stones, with a wide view. This is the imperial city square. At the end of the square is the main hall of the imperial city, the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

There are huge eaves and thick columns, and ten layers of white jade stairs are paved down, and the stairs are engraved with splendid patterns.

There are white jade stone lions on both sides, which are extremely handsome.

On both sides of the vermilion carved gate, there are hundreds of Langfangs on the left and right, which are magnificent, like a dragon with hundreds of ridges, arching and defending a treasure hall.

Lu Changkong came walking, took off his helmet, and let his hair hang down.

Luo Yue quietly followed behind him.

On the stone stairs of the imperial city, there were important ministers and dignitaries of the Great Zhou Dynasty walking out of the palace, stepping over the foot-high threshold, and stepping into the main hall.

Many dignitaries and dignitaries saw Lu Changkong, and many of them looked brilliant.

The story of Lu Changkong guarding Beiluo City and forcing back Tantai Xuan's 50,000 troops had already spread to the Imperial Capital.

This is good news for the breathless Da Zhou oppressed by the twelve princes.

Lu Changkong stepped into the main hall with a solemn expression and a straight spine.

Hundreds of officials are separated on both sides, and in the center of the main hall, Zhou Tianzi wears a five-claw golden dragon robe and sits on a dragon chair. Although he is young, he is very imposing.

Yu Wenxiu saw Lu Changkong.

A smile slowly appeared on his face.

The early court is actually not important, what is important is a form and a signal to the world.

Among the four prisoners, there were three martial arts masters, and one subordinate of Tan Taixuan's master.

After the early dynasty, it was convenient to beheaded at the Meridian Gate outside the imperial city.

Under the watchful eyes of the people...

The spies of the major families hidden in the long street scattered around.

The heads of the four masters rolled to the ground.

...

Lu Changkong walked out of the imperial city with his helmet in one hand.

Outside the palace gate.

A handsome Confucian scholar bowed his hands to Lu Changkong from a long distance away.

"City Master Lu, please respect your master."

The handsome scholar smiled.

Lu Changkong looked at the Confucian scholar without any change in expression.

"Beiluo City is busy with affairs, Changkong is in a hurry to return to the city, and the hospitality is hard to come by, please tell the national teacher, Changkong will come to the door in person to make amends in the future."

Lu Changkong said.

After speaking, he put on his helmet, and called Luo Yue behind him to follow him, to leave quickly.

"City Master Lu, according to Master's instructions, be sure to ask City Master Lu to go to the Book Pavilion to talk about it. Master recently got a chance to study medical principles skillfully. He has a lot of experience and can heal Mr. Lu's leg disease."

The handsome Confucian scholar still had a gentle face, said.

Lu Changkong paused and narrowed his eyes.

He turned his head and glanced at the handsome Confucian scholar, but the other party still maintained an elegant smile.

When it comes to this, it's really hard to refuse.

"Okay, it's rare that the national teacher still cares about my son's safety. If that's the case, please show me the way."

Lu Changkong's tense face relaxed, and he cupped his hands and smiled lightly.

...

In the depths of the imperial city.

Between the resplendent palace buildings, there is actually a low two-story pavilion.

The pavilion is not gorgeous, and even looks quite old.

This pavilion is called Book Pavilion.

In the Book Pavilion lived the most honorable old man of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the teacher of the emperor, the teacher of Confucian scholars in the world...

The handsome Confucian scholar led Lu Changkong to the gate of the courtyard on the second floor, and stopped moving forward.

Even if he has a high official position, he would not dare to step into the book pavilion without the summons of the national teacher.

Lu Changkong stepped into the simple courtyard alone.

Luo Yue was stopped outside.

Even handsome Confucian scholars are not allowed to enter, let alone Luo Yue.

Lu Changkong took off his armor and held his hands behind his back. The courtyard was small and there were many flowers planted there.

In front of the low two-story bookstore.

There was actually a person lying on the bamboo bench, reeking of alcohol.

It was a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a Confucian shirt, but his chest was open.

Holding a huge wine gourd, unkempt, drunk, and belching a foul-smelling wine from time to time.

I don't know what poems and articles are reciting in my mouth.

When Lu Changkong saw this person, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Sir, Lu Changkong, the Lord of Beiluo City, is here to pay a visit to the Imperial Teacher."

Lu Changkong cupped his hands.

The Confucian scholar with loose hair was holding a gourd, and gave Lu Changkong a drunken look.

He pointed at Lu Changkong with a finger, and laughed.

"So that's the case, I made a calculation, and it is clear that Beiluo City will be destroyed..."

"Looking at it now, Lu Changkong, a descendant of your peasant family, is probably out of shit luck."

Distributed Confucian scholars laughed endlessly, and poured gourd wine into their mouths while laughing.

"Tianyu, don't talk nonsense."

suddenly.

In the low bookcase, came a gentle and old voice.

A gray-haired old man in plain robes and straw sandals walked out slowly holding a bamboo slip.

The Confucian laughter stopped abruptly, shut up and turned his head away.

Lu Changkong, who had an extremely ugly face, softened slightly when he saw the old man.

"National Division."

Lu Changkong cupped his hands and said respectfully.

The person in front of him can't help being disrespectful.

"You don't have to be polite."

The national teacher waved his hand gently, and his eyes fell on Lu Changkong.

Swipe up and down.

Lu Changkong, who was at the level of a master warrior, felt a huge pressure coming from this frail old man, as if he had been seen through.

The national teacher looked at Lu Changkong, his eyes gradually narrowed, and there seemed to be a gleam of light in his eyes.

"So that's it, Ping'an's leg is ill, Changkong, you have already found a solution."

The national teacher held the bamboo scroll and smiled kindly.

After that, he raised the bamboo slip and hit the head of the Confucian scholar who secretly drank the gourd wine.

"Tianyu, prepare the car."

The Confucian scholar's drunkenness disappeared, and he looked confused: "Prepare the car? Where are you going?"

The national teacher gave Lu Changkong a deep look, "You can go to Beiluo City on behalf of the old man. Although Changkong may have a solution to Ping An's leg problem, you should go for it. If Ping An's legs If the illness is not cured, then use the old man's method to try..."

"I have always heard that Ping'an is famous, but I have always been hindered by Ping'an's leg disease, and it is difficult to travel and travel. If Ping'an's leg disease has recovered, then let's meet."

The national teacher's words shocked Lu Changkong.

The Confucian scholar's eyes lit up.

"Is this the rhythm of asking for multiple juniors?"

"Hey... I don't need Lao Tzu to be the guard of the broken pavilion in the future!"

...

In front of Zuichen Pavilion.

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, with her hair tied up in a jade crown, interspersed with a jade hairpin, her lips red and her teeth white, like a handsome young man, wearing a long skirt behind the wheelchair, her blue hair fluttering gently when the wind blows.

Nie Zhangqing stood beside Lu Fan with a butcher's knife on his shoulder.

Lu Fan propped his chin with one hand, put the other hand on the woolen blanket and tapped it lightly, squinting his eyes, a system prompt popped up in front of his eyes.

"Sub-task 2: Build a detached force from scratch [Current task progress: Site selection of 'Zuichen Pavilion' (chance of renaming: 1)"

change name?

Lu Fan propped his chin, his eyes flickered.

Before rescuing Nie Zhangqing, it was judged that the mission was completed, but now, choosing a location for Zuichen Pavilion still does not count as mission completion.

Obviously, to create a detached force, it is not just a matter of choosing a good location, and maybe you have to clean up the eyeliner of some other forces.

Lu Fan lightly tapped his chin with his fingers.

What is the specific name?

Although the name Zuichen Pavilion is not bad, it reads quite poetically, but it definitely cannot be used as the name of a power, after all... the three characters of Zuichen Pavilion are the name of the largest Goulanchun Tower in Beiluo.

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, and his mind moved.

"Baiyujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor..."

The wind blows gently.

In front of the Zuichen Pavilion, there was suddenly a chuckling sound.

"In that case, let's change the name of this building to...'Bai Yujing'."

Lu Fan murmured.

"Congratulations to the success of the site selection and renaming of the host, and the establishment of the detachment force 'Bai Yujing'. Reward: a pair of gift couplets containing the energy of enlightenment."

In front of him, the system's prompt words popped up.

Prompt words, slowly disappear.

At this moment, Lu Fan's mind was clear and his eyes were like torches.

He looked up at the plaque on the Zuichen Pavilion.

He raised his hand, and slowly brushed it in front of his eyes, as if he wanted to erase the words "Zuichen Pavilion" from the plaque.

"Raise your hand and brush your name to cover your eyes, and the white jade will fall into this city from then on."

"This building should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world."

Lu Fan chuckled.

Behind him, Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing were trembling, looking at the plaque of Zuichen Pavilion in disbelief.

However, the words "Zuichen Pavilion" on the plaque were slowly erased by a strange force.

In its place were three completely different words...

Bai Yujing.