“Where is this place?”

The old man in green robe suddenly stood up, as if he had woken up from his sleep, and looked shocked and watched everywhere.? [(([＜

I saw a vast white area around me, as if I was in a sea of ​​clouds. Even with the cultivation of the old man in the green robe, I could not see the scenery three feet away.

"Master He Fang, please show up and see..."

The old man in green robe took a deep breath and bowed to all directions loudly.

The old man in green robe is a top master in the world, but now someone takes advantage of his sleep and moves him to another place without realizing it. How can the old man in green robe not shocked?

Even in his sleep, no one can get close to him ten feet, let alone move him to other places.

As the old man in green robe finished speaking, a golden color fell from the sky, rolling white clouds gradually faded away, and a palace appeared and appeared faintly as the clouds fog swept around.

The palace is surrounded by white clouds, with auspicious auras and golden lights, just like the legendary Heavenly Palace.

A white figure could be seen vaguely in front of the hall, standing proudly with his hands behind his back.

"There are such people in the world..."

The white figure slowly turned around, and the old man in the green robe finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.

Even though the old man in the green robe read countless people, he had to secretly praise him at this time, and there was such a person with outstanding temperament and spirit in the world.

The young man in white looked ten handsome faces, with bright and vertical long black eyebrows flying slanted, sharp black eyes, clear angular outlines, slender and tall but not rough figure, cold and arrogant but noble and elegant temperament, lonely and independent, like a fairy god who looks down on all living beings.

This old man in green robe is no one else, but a top martial arts master of the previous generation, Murong Bo, the former head of the Murong family of Gusu.

It happened that he was sick today and hid in a secret place in Songshan to rest. Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he found that he had come here for no reason.

"The White Jade Capital in the sky, the 5th floor and the twelve cities, the immortals care for me, and I have the ability to live forever..."

Looking up at the fairy palace floating in front of me, like a heavenly palace, and looking at the white-clothed Taoist standing in front of the hall, Murong Bo suddenly had such a poem in his mind.

However, at this moment, the Taoist in white smiled indifferently, as if the spring breeze was blowing across the earth.

"Since you can leave your body and come to Taixuan Palace in Qiyun Mountain, it means you are destined to be with me. According to the rules, I can satisfy your wish!"

"desire?"

"Not bad! Any wish is even immortality."

"I will revive Dayan for my life!"

The saying that a small person is not a gentleman, and a non-toxic man is not a husband can probably be used as a portrayal of Murong Bo.

As a descendant of the Xianbei emperor, Murong Bo's lifelong aspiration to restore the country. He could pay any price, even his own life, to restore the country.

Between immortality and restoration of the country, Murong Bo chose to restore the country without hesitation.

The Taoist in white accidentally glanced at Murong Bo, pondered for a moment, and said.

"Within half a year, war will arise in all countries."

"This is true?"

Murong Bo was cheered up when he heard this. If there were real wars in various countries, the Murong family might have a chance to rise.

In fact, the Murong family has been preparing to rebel for many years, but unfortunately they have never had a chance.

Although there were frequent minor frictions between the Song Dynasty and the Western Xia countries, both sides were relatively restrained and without a real war, the Murong family naturally had no chance.

"The immortals atone for sins, and there is no intention to doubt the immortals."

Murong Bo instantly woke up. The Taoist in white in front of him was very likely an immortal. Wouldn't he make such a questioning make the immortal unhappy?

"I have calculated the secrets of heaven for you. The Great Song Dynasty, Xixia, Tubo and other countries will inevitably have wars within half a year. As for whether you can seize the opportunity, it depends on your own. Your wish is fulfilled and you can leave."

The Taoist in white waved his hand slightly, and Murong Bo suddenly felt the sky turn dizzy. He opened his eyes again, and he had returned to Songshan.

"It turned out to be a dream..."

In a hidden cave somewhere in Songshan Mountain, Murong Bo suddenly stood up and then woke up. It turned out that he was just dreaming.

"This dream is really real..."

Everything I experienced in the dream is vivid in my mind, but suddenly Murong Bo's body stiffened because he found that there was an extra token in his hand.

The token is golden in color, the size of a half-palm, and the two ancient characters Taixuan are engraved on it.

Murong Bo suddenly remembered something. He remembered that the immortal seemed to have said about the Taixuan Palace in Qiyun Mountain. Looking at the Taixuan token in his hand, a trace of inexplicable spirit flashed in Murong Bo's eyes.

"Is everything I have just given birth to is true?"

Murong Bo's heart was extremely shocked. So, is there really an immortal in the world?

He is also a top master after all. Although he dare not say that he is invincible in the world, there are few people in the world who can compete with him.

Even in his sleep, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to approach him silently, let alone stuff a token into his hand.

And it seems that only immortals can do all this.

"Half a year..."

Murong Bo murmured to himself, because if everything was true, it means that in half a year, there would inevitably be war in the countries, and that would be the best time for the Murong family to rise.

Thinking of this, Murong Bo could no longer sit still.

His lifelong aspiration was to restore the country. Over the years, he was not unprepared and secretly established an army.

Although the army was not large, with only 5,000 troops, they each practiced martial arts, which was equivalent to 20,000 ordinary soldiers.

…………

Qiyun Mountain, Taixuan Palace.

In the golden palace, Feng Rui sat cross-legged and restored his consumed mana.

Whether it is the immortals encountered by Shenzong or the immortals encountered by Murong Bo, he naturally pretended to be using his spells.

In fact, it is not considered a pretending, it is just casting spells and infiltrating into the other party's dream.

Moreover, it is not just Shenzong and Murong Bo, the king of Xixia, the king of Tubo... etc., if any force with the opportunity to unify the world, Feng Rui used magic to sneak into their dreams.

Logically speaking, with Feng Rui's current cultivation level, there is no need to stay in the Tianlong plane. After all, the Tianlong plane has thin spiritual energy, and even the most basic cultivation is difficult to satisfy Feng Rui.

The reason why Feng Rui came in person was mainly to experiment to see if Heshi Bi could be upgraded to grade.

"Master, Song Shenzong has already come out."

A Foundation Establishment Disciple suddenly walked into the palace. Feng Rui did not come to the Tianlong Plane alone. He followed him to the Tianlong Plane, and there was also a Foundation Establishment Disciple and ten Qi Training Disciples.

The Tianlong plane is just a low martial arts plane, and a disciple in the Foundation Establishment Stage and ten disciples in the Qi Training Stage are enough to suppress it.

Feng Rui slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the Foundation Establishment Disciple.

"Follow the original plan!"
Chapter completed!