"Master, you must take care of Lu Qing today! He has been unkempt and has no precepts in Qingyun Palace for the past six months, and has been drinking and voluntary all day long. This is not a solution."

In the Qingyang Hall of Rizhao Peak, a young monk with a slender figure and a white long gown was complaining to the middle-aged monk with a gentle face in front of him.

Qingyang Palace is the place where the masters of the Qingyun Palace have been practicing for all generations. The elegant middle-aged monks are naturally Lu Qing’s master, the masters of Qingyun Palace, and the seventy-two-generation Ziyang True Lords, Song Hezi, who were granted by the Daxun court.

The monk in white is Lu Qing's senior brother named Bai Zixiu.

He was an orphan. He was picked up by Song Hezi and raised him when he was still in his infancy. He was two years older than Lu Qing and is seventeen years older this year.

And what he said about "Lu Qing" is Lu Qing's pseudonym in Qingyun Palace.

"Oh, Zixiu, don't be impatient. Lu Qing and I have a great fate with Qingyun Palace. He is now a little unrestrained. But you are his senior brother. What's wrong with what your junior brother does? You have to take care of it, do you know?"

When Song Hezi saw Bai Zixiu coming to report Lu Qing's case, he sighed slightly and comforted him.

"But the master..."

Bai Zixiu wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Song Hezi's wave.

Then he stretched out his hand from his wide Taoist robe and carefully calculated it, his face dark and unclear.

After a long sigh, he looked up at the sky slightly, his eyes seemed to be heading towards an infinite distance, and said in a tone of emotion and confusion.

"It's almost done! Your junior brother's business is coming soon..."

Bai Zixiu knew that the master must be divining again. Song Hezi had a very high level of divination, and no one could match the Qianyuan Realm.

At this time, he heard the master say something inexplicably and asked in confusion: "Master, what are you talking about soon?"

"It's almost done, good things are coming soon, bad things are coming soon... Good fortune is great, bad fortune is great!"

...

At this time, on Guanfeng Cliff, the "Lu Qing" mentioned by Bai Zixiu and Song Hezi were obviously drunk.

He lay on the rocks like mud on the beach, talking to himself.

When he was excited, he suddenly laughed to the sky, turned around and picked up another jar of wine, held it in both hands and started pouring it into his mouth.

Many of them were scattered on the dirty and ragged Taoist robe on his chest, and a large area was wet after a while...

"Hahahahaha, it's so satisfying! The gun is coming!"

Before he finished speaking, a light flashed, and when he saw that there was a spear on his hand!

The gun is covered with silver gray, and the cold light is bright under the moonlight.

The spear is white and dances in the air with the wind.

I looked at the gun carefully, and it was a whole body, the size of a goose egg.

The gun blade shines with cold light, and the plain white gun spear looks simple and elegant.

The gun was covered with two dragons that were entangled and fought each other, and finally the dragon's mouth gathered under the blade of the gun, which was like two dragons playing with pearls.

This gun is called Silver Dragon!

Speaking of this gun, there is still a history...

This silver dragon spear is the treasure heirloom of Empress Li's family. It is said that the ancestors of the Li family relied on this spear to conquer the world for Emperor Wu of Daxun.

Later, the world was settled and the world was peaceful. Emperor Wu believed that the ancestors of the Li family had worked hard and made great contributions over the years, so he appointed him as the general of the Twelve Guards, and added gold and purple light and wealth doctors. The portrait was first in the 24 meritorious officials of Lingyan Pavilion. He was given a elixir book and an iron certificate to control the soldiers and horses of the world.

But since ancient times, the cunning rabbit dies, and the lackeys cook. The birds are gone, and the good bows are hidden. The enemy country is destroyed and the advisers are destroyed.

The ancestors of the Li family were moved by this and chose to retreat bravely. After the establishment of Daxun, they only symbolically became the general of the Twelve Guards for half a year, so they submitted a letter begging for bones and resigned.

Legend has it that after he stepped down as the General of the Twelve Guards, he became a monk and practiced Taoism, visiting famous teachers to seek immortality.

Before leaving, he would accompany him for his whole life, kill countless silver dragon spears, and hang the commander's seal on the spear, leaving a letter to express his freedom.

The letter said that he was willing to present the Silver Dragon Spear to Emperor Wu. He hoped that Emperor Wu would take care of the descendants of the Li family for many years of friendship.

It is said that when Emperor Wu saw this Silver Dragon Spear, he was silent for a long time, but he just kept rubbing the gun body...

As for where the ancestors of the Li family went, no one knows this...

Later, when Emperor Wen was an emperor, Li Siyan, the daughter of the Li family, betrothed to the third prince, who later became Emperor Hongren.

On the day they got married, Emperor Wen personally took out this silver dragon gun with great merits and great reputation, and solemnly handed it to Li Siyan as a betrothal gift.

This shows the sincerity of getting married, the friendship between the two families, and the respect for the ancestors of the Li family throughout their lives.

In this way, the Silver Dragon Spear returned to the hands of the Li family.

But now this big gun has been in Lu Qing's hands...

Lu Qing held the big gun in his hand and finally felt a little warm.

This big gun is his only longing and sustenance now.

Gently rubbing the cold gun body, his mind returned to the palace of Bai Yujing, in the small imperial garden, in the small temple...

Suddenly, the spear moved silently!

As the saying goes, a gun is afraid of turning a round stick. At this time, he saw the spear in his hand seem to come alive, and his body is circling and moving, dancing with gun flowers.

On this mountain wall and under this moonlight, it feels a different feeling.

"The body and mind are combined! The mind and qi are combined! The energy and force are combined!"

The sad and desolate sound echoed on the Guanfeng Cliff, mixed into the cold mountain wind, and disappeared from this vast world...

"The hands and feet are in harmony! The shoulders and hips are in harmony! The ribs and knees are in harmony!"

He stabbed out one after another, as if he wanted to vent all the pain deep in his heart, and seemed to be missing something...

When I was tired of playing, I turned my head to drink wine! The spicy wine poured into his stomach and turned into thousands of small knives, cutting it one by one, hurting...

His chest was completely wet, but he didn't care at all. He just drank the wine in the jar, then waved the jar to smash it and continued to dance!

The gun execution that Lu Qing practiced was passed on to him by Li Siyan, called "The Unknown Gun Art", which is said to have been obtained by the ancestors of the Li family from the Silver Dragon Spear.

This gun strike is divided into nine levels and forty-two ways of changing, making it extremely strong and powerful.

Back then, the ancestors of the Li family were equipped with a silver dragon gun and were unparalleled in the world. The immortal sects pressed the ground and were worried, and the princes from all over the East China battled.

In the turbulent times, he relied on the big gun in his hand and the "Nameless Gun Art" to make a name for himself on this Eastern Continent headed by the Immortal Way.

The ninth level of the Gun Art corresponds to the ninth level of martial arts.

They are the ninth level of training, the meridian realm, the collision point realm, the three flower realm, the five Qi realm, the Great Perfection realm, the Lingwu realm, the Zhenwu realm, and the Tianwu realm.

It is said that there is a higher realm above Tianwu, but it is unknown how long this person has not appeared in Qianyuan Realm...

The realm of practicing strength is divided into five levels, namely skin training, flesh training, bone training, tendon training, and marrow training.

Since Lu Qing was forced to practice martial arts by Queen Li when she was seven years old, she fished for three days and had two days to dry the net. In four or five years, she has also reached the state of practicing stamina.

After that, no matter how he practiced, he could not condense a trace of internal energy. In martial arts, in addition to the need for spiritual energy without spiritual energy, he would condense internal energy from the beginning of the Mai Opening Realm.

As for the reason why he could not condense his internal strength, it is to be honest that he was a royal family and was carrying dragon energy.

The dragon energy is arrogant and noble, and wherever it is located, it is born to reject all spiritual energy.

Therefore, the royal family was almost innately unable to practice, and over the years, I have never heard of any emperor who could live forever.

Of course, Empress Li knew this situation, so after Lu Qing achieved great success in practicing martial arts, she no longer forced him to practice martial arts.

Under this circumstance, Lu Qing's martial arts cultivation has not improved at all since he became a master of martial arts five years ago.

Correspondingly, his skills in practicing martial arts can be said to be perfect and flawless!

If one day he could bring out this solid foundation, I don’t know how amazing it would be...

Lu Qing was drinking while playing with guns. He was drinking so hard that he was so hot that he could make his body boil.

With a happy heart, he let out a long roar from his mouth, echoing in the mountains and forests, alarming the birds flying.

..

"Which bastard cried and howled in the middle of the night?! It made me feel a headache!"

Just as Lu Qing was drunk and whistling, a scolding came from behind him. Lu Qing turned around and looked in shock.

I saw that at some point, there was an old Taoist priest who was even more sloppy than himself standing behind him.

It's dirty and black, with only the whites of eyes all over the body...

"You doll cry so much all day long, crazy, and you're yelling here after drinking. Is there any other prospect? It's useless!"

Lu Qing didn't know who this old lunatic was, and how he stood quietly behind him.

When he was secretly alert, he heard the old madman scolding him. He felt unhappy and opened his mouth and asked.

"Who are you?"

The old madman smiled contemptuously when he heard this, spat on the ground and said, "Who is the old man, you boy are not qualified to ask."

While speaking, he walked to Lu Qing, picked up a jar of wine that had not yet been opened on the ground, slapped Kai Mifeng and took a sip, and then spit it out immediately.

"Bah! You're also called alcohol? It's sour and hard, it's sour and bitter. It can even enter your mouth like a dog's urine?"

After the old madman finished speaking, he took out a green gourd from his arms, opened the bottle plug and sniffed it hard, and an expression of satisfaction appeared on his face.
To be continued...