Chapter 469: The dormant dragon has been awakened, preaching the seven immortals
Li Daoxuan carefully observed Xiaobai on his wrist and even opened his third eye.
Under the Heavenly Eye, a bright light bloomed on the white snake's body, and a bright figure could be vaguely seen. That was its true spirit that gradually took shape after it broke through the Yin Shen realm.
The divine power of incense lingered around it like invisible auspicious clouds, giving it a fairy-like aura.
It is obvious that Xiaobai is gradually shedding his demon body and evolving towards a fairy beast or a divine beast. His potential and aptitude are probably not inferior to that of the legendary Bai Suzhen.
"Master, Xiaobai should take a nap first..."
The white snake murmured softly, and then soon fell into a deep sleep, lying motionless on Li Daoxuan's wrist.
After going through the tribulation and shedding its skin, it looked very tired.
"Woof woof, Xiaobai, come and fight with me!"
Xiaotian seemed very excited. When he heard that Xiaobai had actually attracted a thunder tribulation, his heart was filled with fighting spirit. He wanted to show off in front of his master to prove who was the number one fighting beast beside his master.
"Why are you sleeping? Come and fight with me!"
"If you lose, you have to call me boss from now on!"
"Woof woof, if you don't get up, I'm going to take action!"
Li Daoxuan glanced at it, then gently patted the Three Realms Gourd on his waist and sucked it in. Suddenly the whole world became quiet .
In the Three Realms Gourd, Xiaotian fell from the sky, creating a big hole in the ground.
It howled to the sky, filled with grief and anger.
The master is biased. In order to protect Xiaobai, he actually put himself into the gourd. Humph, can't it just bring about a thunder disaster?
I can do it, Xiaotian!
It worked hard to become stronger, and the dog actually sat cross-legged like a human and began to practice hard.
I can't let Xiaobai take all the credit. The master's favorite war beast can only be me!
Outside the gourd.
Li Daoxuan shook his head and smiled, not interfering. He just took this opportunity to let Xiaotian practice well, as the Dragon-Tiger Golden Pill he had eaten before had not been completely digested.
At this time, a paper crane flew over with a message.
"Taichong, everything is ready. You can let them come to see you tomorrow."
This is Li Shimin's voice.
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly. The "they" His Majesty mentioned were the first generation members of Zhelong. Li Daoxuan had high hopes for this organization that was about to be established.
The Tang Dynasty cannot rely on him alone. A glorious empire must have its own sword.
Li Daoxuan will leave eventually. He cannot be the imperial teacher of the Tang Dynasty forever. When the prosperous times come, he will retire after achieving success and live in seclusion in the mountains to become a free and easy immortal.
Royal power and wealth have never been what he pursues.
By then, the hibernating dragons will be a powerful weapon to protect the empire, but currently they still need to grow.
"I don't know which immortal they will choose?"
Li Daoxuan smiled, with some anticipation in his eyes.
…
Ganlu Temple.
Lou Ling, a young girl in a black robe, met the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, but strangely, there was no eunuch around, and even the commander who was to summon her back to the capital did not show up.
Li Shimin looked at her and said calmly, "Don't be confused. You will hear a top-secret story next. In the entire Tang Dynasty, only two people know the full story. One is me and the other is the Imperial Master."
Lou Ling's eyes moved, and she remembered the formation bases she found when she entered Chang'an. As expected, it seemed that His Majesty and the Imperial Master were planning something.
In this case, the magnificent formation should be the work of the national teacher.
"There are so many talented people in the world. Originally, you had no chance to enter Zhelong, but the national teacher is optimistic about you, so work hard and don't let Taichong down."
Hibernating Dragon...
Hearing this name, Lou Ling's heart was filled with waves.
As a captain among the bad guys, she had heard long ago that His Majesty was going to set up an organization called Zhelong. Zhelong members value quality rather than quantity. Not only can they enjoy a vast amount of training resources, but they can also receive personal guidance from the national teacher Li Daoxuan!
All the bad guys in the world want to enter Zhelong. Even a blind man can see that this is a great opportunity to reach the top overnight!
But Lou Ling had not thought much about it before, because she was a loner, had almost no friends, and had no backing in the court. She had a big fight with Li Chunfeng because of that incident, after which she took the initiative to ask for a transfer and left Beijing in anger.
If it weren't for the request of the National Master, even a captain among the Bad Men might not be able to obtain such a good thing as entering the Zhelong, let alone she was just a captain.
Li Daoxuan...
Lou Ling silently repeated the name in his heart.
"Taichong believes that hibernating dragons should hide under the nine earths and not reveal their identities, so he prepared different masks for you."
Li Shimin gently pressed the mechanism on the dragon throne, and a wall slowly opened, revealing a secret room filled with various masks, all made of a special bronze, mysterious and vicissitudes of life.
Nezha the Third Prince, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, the Nine Stars Officials, the Four Guardians...
Each mask actually corresponds to a different god or Buddha!
"These masks were made by the Imperial Astronomical Observatory. They can block the prying eyes of the soul and can also conceal the breath and form. They are all low-grade magic weapons. Now, you come and choose one."
Lou Ling was a little surprised. Every mask was a low-grade magic weapon?
Although it is of low quality , the magic weapon is very precious. Most of the bad guys only have one or two magic weapons in their hands. Even she, a captain, only has one magic weapon, which is the golden bow.
And it's just low quality.
Lou Ling looked at the masks of gods and Buddhas with a little , but soon, her gaze stopped on a mask, and then she made a choice without hesitation.
Li Shimin's eyes showed a strange look, and he asked, "Do you really want to choose this?"
Lou Ling bowed and said firmly: "Your Majesty, this is what I want!"
…
The next day, dawn.
Lou Ling, already wearing a mask, walked in Xuandu Temple. The Taoists around her ignored her and let her walk to the backyard, seemingly unaware of her.
But if someone looks closely, they will find that the fallen leaves on the ground are suddenly crushed, forming shallow footprints.
This is the unique ability of the mask, to conceal one's breath and form!
It is equivalent to the invisibility talisman in Taoism, but it is not a one-time consumable. Instead, there are three opportunities for invisibility every day, each lasting half an hour.
Lou Ling arrived outside the Xuandu courtyard, and in an instant, several eyes were looking at her.
They were a group of people who were also wearing masks of gods and Buddhas. There were six of them in total. Because there was a connection between the masks, they discovered the invisible Lou Ling at the first moment.
When they saw the mask worn by Lou Ling, they all showed curiosity and amusement in their eyes.
"You are so bold to choose this immortal. Don't you know that the one in the yard..."
A man wearing a God of Cookery mask seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by another man wearing a Marshal Tianpeng mask.
"Okay, stop talking. We are all here now. Let's go in and pay our respects to the Imperial Master."
The man wearing the mask of Marshal Tianpeng was tall and strong, with a fierce aura and full of blood, like a boiling furnace. His words were quite forceful, and he put himself in the position of a leader invisibly.
The man wearing the God of Cookery mask was a fat man dressed in silk and satin. He had a big belly and looked like a rich landlord, which made Lou Ling frown slightly.
She began to observe everyone silently.
There are seven people in total, which means that there are only seven candidates for the first generation of Hibernating Dragon.
Among the seven people, the one wearing the Tianpeng mask was most likely from the Bad People and was in a high position of power, because when he saw me coming, he immediately said that everyone was there.
This means that he knew in advance that there were seven Zhelong people!
In addition to Marshal Tianpeng, there were two others who should have come from the military. Although they did not speak, there was a unique military temperament in their every move.
Silent, reserved, and resolute.
The two people were a man and a woman. The man wore a mask of Zhurong, the god of fire, and the woman wore a mask of the Goddess of Lightning. They were dressed in a purple robe and had a slender and graceful figure, which attracted the man wearing the mask of Yue Lao to look at them sideways.
The last one was a man in a green robe and a Green Emperor mask. He stood in the corner with an extremely weak presence.
When Lou Ling passed by him, the demon-hunting bell on his waist actually rang softly, indicating that he was most likely not a human.
If it were in the past, Lou Ling would have taken action to subdue the demon, but outside the Xuandu courtyard, she did not act rashly. Not only her, but everyone else also discovered that the man wearing the Green Emperor mask was not human, but they all tacitly did not mention it.
What they can see, the National Master must also be able to see. No one dares to raise any objection to the National Master's arrangements.
Hibernating dragons must unconditionally obey the orders of their leader, this is an iron rule.
Tianpeng, God of Food, Zhurong, Mother of Lightning, Yue Lao, Qingdi, and the immortal chosen by Lou Ling, these are all the members of the first generation of Zhelong.
Next, they will enter this legendary courtyard and meet the leader they chose, the Tang Dynasty's imperial master who possesses a prestigious status and brilliant military record.
After stepping into the courtyard, Lou Ling discovered that even the most nonchalant God of Cookery straightened up at this moment, and his temperament became somewhat solemn.
Others were no exception. Even the big man with a Tianpeng mask and a strong personality couldn't help but lighten his footsteps, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people in the yard.
What comes into view is lush green grass, bright flowers, winding stream, and pavilions and terraces.
Strictly speaking, this place is not luxurious, but in the eyes of everyone, it is more elegant and impressive than the imperial palace. When you step through the door, you will feel that the spiritual energy around you has suddenly become several times richer. Smelling the fragrance of flowers, it seems that your heart has become exceptionally peaceful.
Lou Ling's heart moved. She had heard that this was originally the residence of a fairy named Taizhen. Later, Taizhen went on a trip and gave this place to the national teacher Li Daoxuan. She didn't know whether it was true or not.
To them, Yang Shen is already the supreme realm, and the immortals above Yang Shen... have only ever existed in novels and books.
"Look, it's Master Li!"
"Shh, keep your voice down, the Imperial Master seems to be taking a nap!"
On the rattan bed in the middle of the sea of flowers, there was a handsome Taoist in white sleeping on his side. His whole body was relaxed, as gentle as the trees on the green hills, and his breath was long and clear like the wind in the sky.
With every breath, the Taoist robe fluttered in the air, as if an invisible energy was surrounding his body, so light that he seemed to be about to fly away.
Li Daoxuan seemed to be asleep.
No one dared to disturb his rest and could only stand there and wait quietly.
This stop lasts half an hour.
At this moment, the differences in everyone's personalities began to show. The most relaxed one was the man wearing the Yue Lao mask. He actually sat down, took out an ancient book and started reading it carefully, completely ignoring Tianpeng's burning gaze.
After a while, the fat man wearing the mask of the God of Cookery could no longer hold on. He sat down panting, took out dozens of skewers of barbecue and some fine rice wine from the storage magic tool, and ate while waiting.
"Brother, do you want some?"
He also handed a string to Yue Lao. Yue Lao smelled the fragrance and did not refuse. He picked up a string and started eating. The two of them whispered to each other, and it seemed that they had similar tastes and quickly became familiar with each other.
It is worth mentioning that when eating and drinking, they only lifted a corner of the mask, revealing only their mouth.
The others continued to stand motionless.
Time passed little by little, and after another two hours, it was already noon.
The first one who couldn't help it was the man wearing the Green Emperor mask. He seemed to dislike the sunlight, so he hid under a willow tree. Finally, under the temptation of the God of Food and Yue Lao, he also joined the foodie team.
The fat man was worthy of wearing the mask of the God of Food. The delicacies in his storage device were almost inexhaustible, and the fragrance even overwhelmed the scent of the flowers in the yard.
"It's not a good idea for us to do this. What if the Imperial Master wakes up and blames us?"
The man with the Green Emperor mask said with some concern.
The fat man paused for a moment, and suddenly felt that the food in his mouth was no longer delicious.
He thought about it seriously and said, "You have a point. When the Imperial Master wakes up, he will probably blame us for not waiting for him when we had delicious food."
The man wearing the Qingdi mask: "..."
The man wearing the Yue Lao mask smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm here, the Imperial Master won't blame you!"
"Are you familiar with the Imperial Master?"
"Ripe, too ripe!"
"Let me put it this way, we are as close as wearing the same pair of pants!"
On the rattan bed, Li Daoxuan, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, had a slightly stiff face and his breathing rhythm was almost interrupted.
This guy is still as outspoken as before...
Apart from these three brothers who lived off of freeloading, the other four were all from bad backgrounds, talented people selected from hundreds of thousands of soldiers. No matter how hot the sun was, they still held their heads high, waiting quietly, without being impatient or anxious.
But there are differences between them.
Tianpeng and Zhurong were just resisting, relying on their tenacious willpower to stand there, but Lou Ling and Dianmu were different. They looked at Li Daoxuan, carefully observing the rise and fall of his breathing, and gradually fell into enlightenment.
A moment later, Dian Mu was shocked and blurted out: "Keep the center and embrace the one, the heart and breath are interdependent, I understand, this is a profound breathing method, the national teacher... is preaching to us!"
Lou Ling's eyes were dazed, as if he was completely immersed in the strange breathing rhythm. It seemed as if a long wind was blowing in his ears, exchanging clouds with the blue sky and relying on the natural mountains and rivers.
After a long time, her cold star-like eyes lit up.
"So that's how it is. Use the 'Dragon Subduing Hand' to draw back the 'Primordial Spirit', and use the 'Blue Dragon Sword' to cut off distracting thoughts. Only in this way can one achieve the wonderful state of keeping the center and embracing oneness, with the heart and breath being dependent on each other!"
She glanced at the others and said calmly, "It seems that the Imperial Master is not only preaching, but also testing us."
Hearing this, the three brothers who were eating and drinking for free were suddenly struck by lightning. They quickly wiped their mouths and looked at Li Daoxuan with held their breath.
Tianpeng and Zhurong were greatly shocked, and looked at Dianmu and Lou Ling with extremely complicated eyes.
What and what, what are they talking about?
Why is it that we are almost sleepy watching the National Master sleeping, but others can see a powerful martial art?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
However, not long after, the fat man wearing the God of Cookery mask suddenly shouted.
"Fuck, it really is a technique!"
Tianpeng and Zhurong looked at each other, then silently withdrew their gazes, nodded to each other, their eyes wandering.
"Ahem, I noticed that too, it's really amazing!"
"Yes, what a powerful technique. I have benefited a lot from it!"
