Showdown, my deck is from the East

During his longevity, Di Renjie once glimpsed the indescribable strange scene in the depths of Luoshui while investigating the case of the evil dragon causing trouble in the capital city.

When I returned to my place of residence, I fell seriously ill and looked like I was going crazy.

In his later years, he regained his sanity and investigated many clues.

Reporting to Empress Wu, the world of Dazhou may be just an illusion, the whole world does not exist, or it may be a battlefield for some kind of superior force to fight against.

In the memorial, they are called "immortals and demons".

Empress Wu did not pay attention to it.

In the first year of Shenlong, Wu Zetian dreamed that she had turned into a rotten dragon, and countless "demons" were growing in her huge and soon-to-decay body.

They emerge from every crack in the scales and infect the world.

She frantically wanted to leave clues and use her claws to carve words on her monument.

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

But no matter how hard she works, no matter how hard she works.

There is never a single word left on the stone tablet, as if the words were swallowed up by some untouchable force.

But she persevered and wanted to keep the vision she saw before her death.

She kept trying until she could no longer read.

Later, he died of illness and went to Shangyang Palace, leaving behind a wordless stone tablet.

After returning power to the Tang Dynasty, the world remained the same.

Peace, tranquility.

"The Evil Dragon of the City of Gods"

"I know. When Wei Zhengmeng killed the old dragon, the dragon's corpse was not processed. Later, it was infected by the flesh and blood of the Buddhist monks. This story was hidden in the water and kept mutating and fermenting. It eventually became a deformed legend that affected the modern world. This is the truth about the evil dragon in the capital that Lord Di found out back then. As for who buried this story under Luoshui, this is what I am looking for."

Chang'an played music every night, and the Hanlin academicians went to the wine shops to chat, reciting poems, and chatting about anecdotes.

Today, this group of academicians had been drinking for three rounds and were chatting about the evil dragon in the capital city of the past. A young man with handsome features sitting next to him suddenly spoke up.

The words shocked everyone.

"Young man, what are you talking about?"

"Uh." Lu Cheng was stunned for a moment.

If I had to count, I just celebrated my 14,865th birthday yesterday.

Years and birthdays are meaningless to the immortal. It can be an old man at eighty years old or a newborn calf at eighteen years old.

According to the realm of immortality, he must be considered young, even a baby.

"I'm not lying." Lu Cheng curled his lips: "If I were to write, this would be it. If not, then I would write him like this."

"Nonsense!" An old academician stood up, walked around the wine table, blew his beard and glared, "In those days, Di Huaiying had records of his investigation, I remember it clearly."

"The records of the Hanlin Academy?" Lu Cheng smiled.

The dancing girl passing by gave Lu Cheng a wink, but Lao Lu remained indifferent.

It's not that Taishang Wangqing isn't interested in women, he is very interested, but in Lu Cheng's eyes, the dancing girl has her head on her crotch, and she doesn't care how she sees it.

cough.

Sighed.

Is this what an immortal feels like?

From Wuzhuang to view the ginseng root path, we arrived at Chang'an City.

The bustling and weird night in Chang'an.

For me, this Tang Dynasty is one of the human worlds.

One of the thousands of lower realms drawn by the fragments of Nantianmen’s Heavenly Dao.

Being invaded by outsiders, the laws of heaven are often completely chaotic, but it is unknown to mortals.

In the eyes of these Hanlin academicians, these dancers may be enchanting, graceful and moving.

However, Lu Cheng glanced at Wu Ji's crotch. Don't get me wrong.

Just tell whether the facial features are neat.

Two eyes and one nose.

Okay, that's what the rules say, let's just treat her as a human being.

"Of course, I, the Hanlin of the Tang Dynasty, are responsible for literature, classics, divination, medicine, monks and Taoism, calligraphy and painting, and chess. It covers everything. There are records of anecdotes in the world. I advise you not to forget these folk stories." The old academician stroked his fingers. Beard, said proudly.

The academicians of the Hanlin Academy echoed and ignored Lu Cheng's crazy words.

Lu Cheng didn't care, but he had to drink quickly, otherwise he might get sick with his current mortal body, which alternates between cold and hot.

The old academician's surname is Liu, who comes from Hebei Province. He passed the imperial examination during the longevity years and entered the Hanlin Academy to await imperial edicts. He is now an official and a lecturer, and is in the sixth rank.

After drinking, he carried the sedan home and planned to sleep until tomorrow with the support of his servants.

"Wait, you'll see me later. Send me to the study."

"Your Majesty."

"I want to read something."

The servant had no choice but to carry the drunken old Liu to the study.

According to common sense, after a while, the master will hear snoring from the study room, and he will have to carry it back.

However, today's master seems to have some spirit.

"Xiaojiu, if you can read, find the forty-nine chapters of "The Case of Di Gong" and read it to me."

"Okay sir"

Old Liu was a little drunk. He closed his eyes to rest and was about to drift into a trance.

Xiao Jiu's sound of searching for books stopped.

"master?"

"Don't think about it. Think about it."

"The mystery of the divine dragon is similar to that of Wei Zhengmeng who killed the old dragon and caused a disaster. I suspect that the dragon corpse was not dealt with back then."

"etc!"

Lao Liujiu was frightened and most of him woke up immediately.

"What are you reading?!"

Before even having time to wait for Xiao Jiu to correct his mistake, Lao Liu got up, rolled and crawled, and rushed to the bookshelf using both hands and feet, knocking his feet on the desk without even realizing it.

He took away the book and looked at it ten lines at a time.

Then, as if unwilling to give in, he looked carefully again.

He fell to the ground again, trembling.

"I remember correctly, Liu Yuzhang, I can't remember it wrong. I, a Hanlin student, can't remember it wrong!!!"

Then he rushed out of the door

He is going to the Hanlin Academy to look for "The Case of Di Gong".

Lu Cheng drank until late at night.

This [Phantom Wine] tastes good, but it's all an illusion, and it doesn't add a little bit of food and water.

In this world, it's hard to find something real.

However, the third dancer from the left on the stage was pretty good. She just stretched her neck and tied it in a knot. At least she didn't put her head on her belt, so she could just watch the dance and regain her energy.

So Lu Chengguan saw the present.

But I don’t know how long it will take to pawn the disciple’s sword, which is enough for the drink money. If I don’t leave, I’m afraid the “kind-faced” bartender with a tentacled face will come to chase people away.

Clang.

The wine shop door rings.

An old man fell in.

"Hey Mr. Liu, how are you?" The whole restaurant was in a panic.

The sixth grade is not a big shot, but if something happens here, it will be serious.

Lu Cheng frowned slightly

No. 3 stopped dancing and rushed to help Mr. Liu, which was very boring.

Unexpectedly, Old Man Liu chased everyone away and went straight to Lu Cheng's table.

"Who are you?? Change the classics of my Hanlin Academy...!" You looked excited, but couldn't say a complete sentence.

oh!

Lu Cheng slapped his forehead.

So that’s what happened.

I didn't find a good-looking dancer at the table just now, so I could only listen to the chatter at the next table to see if there were any good stories. When I heard "The Case of Judge Dee", it was not easy for a mortal to catch a glimpse of the secrets of heaven.

But it still seems to miss the point.

After thinking over and over again, I secretly asked Tianmen to write the book, creating a piece of history and linking it to Journey to the West.

In the process of searching for Taibai, might as well dig out this old case as a background, fight with them, and push for two more episodes?

That's what I said. I didn't expect that Old Liu was quite attentive.

"I have never revised the Hanlin classics, but there are always gaps in history that need people to fill in. Someone asked me to fill it in, so I will fill it in like this."

"Nonsense"

Lu Cheng took a sip of wine.

Damn, it’s cold

He glanced at Lao Liu in front of him. His eyes were suspicious, firm, confused, angry and...fearful.

Sighed.

Time and years are particularly important to mortals, but a stroke at the gate of the fairy world may be their entire life.

If there is enough energy, as the only immortal in the contemporary world, Lu Cheng can even travel through all the worlds in an instant and pass through the gate of heaven without being touched by all the worlds.

For example, this [Tianbao Year], in Lu Cheng's eyes, is a card in a duel.

It is only a battlefield of rules, a game created by the spiritual species and the Tianmen. The two sides compete and modify the laws of heaven and earth at will.

But for the card world, these people living in the world.

These times, these histories, these cultures

I'm afraid, it's their whole life.