The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Everyone was blushing and no one spoke anymore. Don’t look at Jiu Jiansheng’s politeness in front of Yan Chuan, but he doesn’t save face at all when he speaks to Junior. The key is that Jiu Jiansheng is extremely powerful, and everyone can only bring one. The stomach is suffocated, and he embarks on the road to return to the sect.

In the high altitude, a girl riding a crane, watching Jiu Jiansheng leave with a group of Great River Sect people.

"Jiu Jiansheng? Looks like I've heard of it. It seems to be the genius of the second generation dísciple of Great River Sect." The girl touched her chin, looking thoughtful.

Below, Yan Chuan saw Jiu Jiansheng leave. Sit back in the sedan again.

"Get up!" Liu Jingao shouted.

The army marched towards Dragon Vein Mountain again.

However, at this moment, all the soldiers seemed to have been injected with stimulants, and they were full of energy.

"Huh? They also go to that mountain pass? What is the boy doing?" The girl said strangely in surprise.

"Huh, Huh!" Immortal Crane whispered, also expressing curiosity.

"Does this seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy also understand Feng Shui? Seeing that this is Dragon Vein? Impossible, how old is he!" The girl shook her head.

"Huh, huh!"

"Look!" The girl came in interest.

Yan Chuan's army went straight to the small lake where the girl had bathed.

More than two thousand troops are guarding under the mountain.

Yan Chuan's sedan chair fell before the small lake on the top of the mountain, Huo Guang, Liu Jin followed, and a group of soldiers carrying pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Getting off the sedan chair, Yan Chuan looked around at Yamaguchi Lake.

"Small crane, what do you say that boy is looking for?" The girl in the sky asked in confusion.

"Li!" Immortal Crane shook his head, saying that he didn't know.

The small lake is not big. After watching it for a while, I stopped by the lake just north.

"The place where the dragon's mouth spit out beads? Yes, it is here!" Yan Chuan's eyes lit up.

"Tamp up this place, pave the stones, and place the desk!" Yan Chuan immediately ordered.

"Yes!" Huo Guang took his orders immediately.

Huo Guang chopped down a big tree and chopped it into a big wooden stake, and the silver armour quickly rammed the piece of land with the wooden stake. Then, I found the big stone, flattened it, and finally placed the desk!

High in the sky, the girl's eyes are full of confusion. I don't know what's going on below.

"Bring the white cloth made of silk from the banner flag!" Yan Chuan said to Liu Jin.

"Yes!"

Liu Jin immediately took out the three-foot white cloth.

Put the white cloth flat on the desk and press it down with a paperweight.

"Ink research!" Yan Chuan said.

"Yes!" Liu Jin immediately studied ink respectfully.

Yan Chuan took out a purple jade brush, looked at the three-foot white cloth, and meditated for a while.

Huo Guang and other generals are all curious.

In the sky, the girl also looked at this scene in amazement: "Here, why is he here? To write?"

When the girl was shocked, Yan Chuan started to write.

"Huh!"

A stroke fell, like a breeze blowing across the lake, and the lake surface suddenly rippled.

"Am I dazzled?" The girl immediately rubbed her eyes.

After rubbing my eyes, the wind on the lake surface became stronger and stronger, and a lot of mist floated on the lake surface. The mist rose into the air and gradually condensed, even forming a small piece of cloud.

"The pen is shocked by wind and rain? Is the pen shocked by wind and rain? This, this is impossible!" The girl exclaimed.

How could a girl think of a 17 or 18-year-old boy, under his pen, motivating all around Fengyun? The pen is shocked by wind and rain? This is something that some big Confucianism and Calligraphy can do, but he is only seventeen or eighteen years old?

Below, a group of soldiers thought that the sky had changed suddenly. Only Huo Guang and Liu Jin were shining brightly at this moment, because the two had already guessed that this might be what the prince wrote.