Chapter 84: Sword Saint, Gun God

Dahan, Luoyang.

Since Emperor Guangwu of Han, Liu Xiu, two emperors of Han, promoted the Han Dynasty and moved the capital from Chang'an to Luoyang, Luoyang has become the absolute center of the Han Dynasty.

Whether it is the children of aristocratic families or the talents from poor families, they all rushed to Luoyang to find a job in Luoyang. At this time, Luoyang was filled with heroes and stars.

Therefore, countless people come in and out at the gate of Luoyang City Gate every day, some of them are the people living in the capital, some are caravans from all over the place, and more are heroes who try every means to make a name for themselves and make a name for themselves.

Lu Yun is now standing in front of Luoyang City, looking at the ancient city.

"I'm here in Luoyang again!" Lu Yun sighed slightly.

A few months ago, he saw the prosperous Luoyang City during the Song Dynasty.

A few months later, he met Luoyang City again in the Han Dynasty.

Still the same majestic.

In addition to majesty, there is a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere.

After all, Luoyang at this time was not Luoyang during the Song Dynasty, but it was the capital.

There have been many masters in the capital since ancient times.

Lu Yun felt a little bit of it and learned a few particularly powerful auras.

Two strands are in the palace.

Upright.

No concealment.

It seems to be... a military strategist.

...

In the Great Han Palace, under a towering ancient tree, there is a stone table and a few stones.

The two were sitting at the table. One looked about fifty years old, with a bright and beautiful appearance, but his temples were slightly white. The other was an old man with a young face and a crane hair, with a pine wind and a crane bone, with a red face and a strong spirit. He was facing the chess game on the stone table in front of him, concentrating his mind and thinking.

After about an hour, the old man finally spoke and laughed happily: "Okay, Brother Wang, I finally figured it out!"

After the words fell, the middle-aged man opened his eyes slightly, as if he believed but not believed, as if he smiled, and said, "Oh, Brother Tong, have you come up with it?"

"Hmph, don't think of me so badly every time!"

The old man was proud and stretched out his two fingers, clamped a black piece, and threw it down to the chessboard.

The chess piece drew an arc in the air and landed just next to the black piece in the chessboard, but it did not rebound. The old man smiled and said, "How about this step!"

"It's good, but you lost!" The middle-aged man also smiled and pointed his fingers on the chessboard. A white piece flew out of the jar and fell into the chess game without bias.

The old man looked at the chess game, stayed for a while, patted his forehead, regretting not falling: "Oh... Why didn't I think of this move..."

He kept shaking his head and blaming himself.

The middle-aged man raised his head and said, "How, have you admitted defeat?"

"I can't go down, I can't go down... This is the 999th time I have lost to you..."

"It's time to do serious things after playing the chess!" The middle-aged man suddenly looked out of the palace, and his eyes burst into flames.

If you don't move, you'll be shocking.

Within a radius of ten miles, the sword light filled the air in an instant.

There are sword lights everywhere, bright, dazzling and invisible.

A country like a sword.

It's like the sun in the sky.

A glorious grand view.

The sword energy traverses dozens of miles.

Even the air is full of sword energy, and people cannot breathe when they are in it.

Once you breathe, you will die.

"Hehe, a Taoist master has come. If we don't cause trouble, why should we care? The Taoist people are all a group of lunatics."

The old man was in the sword world, his face was calm and he was not affected.

It is obviously an existence in the same realm as middle-aged people.

However, when he mentioned the word Taoism, his brows were slightly frowned.

Even if it was him, he would have a headache now when he was looking at Taoism.

Old Man Zhang is crazy and is determined to establish the Huangtian prosperous era, but there is no one else.

Don’t you understand the principle of being a king and pioneer?

It is not easy to establish such a prosperous era...

"Well!" the middle-aged man nodded. "As long as he doesn't cause trouble in the palace, he will leave!"

The sword light suddenly disappeared.

Middle-aged people become middle-aged people again.

It looks ordinary.

But no one dares to ignore it.

Even the emperor can treat him with courtesy.

This middle-aged man is known as the Sword Saint.

In one period, there can only be one sword saint.

And in the Han Dynasty, who else could be called the Sword Saint besides Wang Yue?

The middle-aged man is the sword saint, King Yue.

The Sword Saint's friend is naturally not an ordinary person. The old man also has a title.

Gun God.

Gun God, Tong Yuan.

Who is the opponent of the gun prodigy of the gun?

Only his two disciples are enough to show his strength.

One is Zhao Zilong of Changshan, and the other is Zhang Xiu, the king of the Northern Guns.

They are all famous people.

Zhao Zilong went in and out of Changbanpo to rescue A Dou, Zhang Xiu almost killed Cao Cao in anger, and even Dian Wei protected Cao Cao in that battle...

This is the case with the disciple, and there is no need to say more about the strength of the master.

...

Inside and outside the palace.

People in the palace saw outside the palace.

People outside the palace naturally saw the palace.

Lu Yun is now standing in front of the red palace wall, looking at the notice above.

Of course he could sense the aura of the previous sword saint.

There are indeed masters in the Han Dynasty's court.

The sword energy is erect and the spear is filled with the intent.

There are at least two great masters in the palace.

Of course, he was not panicked at all.

He is here to buy an official, not to cause trouble.

How could the great master in the palace take care of him?

"Brother, can the official buy it like this?"

Beside Lu Yun, Zhang Fei's eyes were wide open.

The purchase of official positions in the Han Dynasty completely refreshed his views.

Clearly marked prices, no deception.

Open and upright.

Just hanging naked on the wall.

Wait for someone to pick it.

"The magistrate of Pingshu County, Youzhou Dai County, two thousand gold."
To be continued...