Chapter 932: Storm

Today, the atmosphere in Yanjing City is very heavy, as if thick haze is pressing on people's hearts.

Zhuge's house.

Zhuge's family held the perpetual calendar in his hand, and whispered: "October 15th, the day of the underworld, tsk tsk, it is still a good day." After speaking, the old man Zhuge asked the middle-aged man standing in front of him: "Little Wang, Lu What is Wushuang doing?"

The middle-aged man replied: "Since Lu Yi asked for the thousand-year ginseng back from the No. 1 chief, Lu Wushuang has been in retreat and has not been out for these two days."

Mr. Zhuge sneered at the corner of his mouth: "I've gone crazy and want to suppress it with ginseng, wishful thinking."

The middle-aged man worried: "Master, no matter what, Lu Wushuang will undoubtedly die this time. Now I am worried about Lu Yi. Lu Yi's kid is not easy and must not stay."

Father Zhuge smiled and said: "Don't worry, as long as Lu Wushuang is dead, the Qin family and the Forbidden City will definitely not let Lu Yi go. We will sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight."

The middle-aged man raised his eyes and glanced at Chief One and said, "Master, I think we can deploy a little manpower to prevent Lu Yi from escaping."

Father Zhuge smiled slightly, looked down at his watch, and said: "The person I invite should be here soon, Xiao Wang, go out with me to meet the distinguished guests."

VIP?

Xiao Wang showed doubts, and went out after Mr. Zhuge.

When he came to the gate of Zhuge's house, Zhuge's father told the middle-aged man: "Don't be rude later, this is the expert I invited from Zhongnanshan. With him, this time Lu Yi will not be able to escape."

The middle-aged man was shocked. He didn't expect the old man to invite the master of Zhongnanshan, he was generous.

After waiting for three or four minutes, a big red flag sedan stopped at the door. The middle-aged man quickly stepped forward and opened the door. The first thing that came into sight was cloud shoes and white cloth socks. Following him, a Taoist priest walked out of it.

The Taoist priest looked like he was about fifty years old, wearing a southern Chinese scarf, hosta hairpin, wearing a blue-blue Taoist robe, holding floating dust, and feeling like a fairy bone.

"Ms. Liang Dao, welcome, you can come, it is the blessing of our Zhuge family." Father Zhuge hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"No need to be polite, I came here for the sake of my senior brother's face. What about Lu Wushuang, has he heard anything in the past two days?" When Daochang Liang spoke, he didn't even look at Mr. Zhuge.

"Lu Wushuang has been in retreat these past two days." Elder Zhuge replied respectfully.

"I see. Find me a quiet room, I want to meditate." Liang Daochang said.

"Okay, please inside!"

When the old man Zhuge was speaking, he gave the middle-aged man a look. The latter understood and hurried to arrange a quiet room.

...

Qin family.

Dongfang Qingzhu, dressed in blue clothes, was standing under the sycamore tree in the yard, watching the yellow leaves flying around. After a while, he asked Qin Tian standing behind him, "How are you preparing?"

"Everything is ready according to your instructions."

"Will your two sons listen to you?" Dongfang Qingzhu asked.

"Although Zongheng and Ruobai don't wait to see me, and they don't deal with each other, they will still be obedient when it comes to major disputes. Don't worry, seniors, they will definitely proceed according to your instructions." Qin Tian vowed.

"It's so good, Lu Wushuang gave it to me, and the kid gave it to your father and son."

"Ok!"

...

noon.

An undercurrent is surging in Yanjing City, and insiders talk about it.

"What will Lu Wushuang use to fight? Not to mention that he has become a fan, and his cultivation is greatly reduced. Even if he is at his peak, he is not necessarily Dongfang Qingzhu's opponent. Now he will definitely die."

"Since ancient times, the double pupils have been the pride of the sky, and each one is the overlord of one side. What will Lu Wushuang do with the double pupils?"

Some people are beginning to help the Oriental Green Bamboo.

"I heard that the double pupil was transformed by an ancient vision. The double pupil adhered to the will of God and had unpredictable means. Lu Wushuang's battle was over."

"It's a pity, I think about how beautiful Lu Wushuang was when he was famous in Jinghua more than 20 years ago. In the past 20 years, although he is not in Yanjing, whoever mentions him in Yanjing City is not afraid of three points. For history."

"Anyway, Lu Wushuang is a generation of outstanding people, I admire him from the bottom of my heart, and I hope he can win this battle!" Some people support Lu Wushuang.

"Yes, Tian Xia Wushuang has never been defeated since his debut. Since he dares to fight, he must be sure of winning."

"Anyway, I still hope Lu Wushuang can win, otherwise no one can suppress the Qin family after this battle."

The decisive battle has not yet begun. There have been discussions among the senior leaders. Everyone is guessing who will win. There is no doubt that Oriental Green Bamboo has the advantage. This is a fact. It is also a fact that Lu Wushuang is at a disadvantage.

Most people support Dongfang Qingzhu, but there are also a small group of people who support Lu Wushuang.

At night, the lively Yanjing City was silent. When a full moon rose to the east, everyone was waiting tightly for the arrival of the time.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The big figures gradually gathered in the Forbidden City.

"Look, that is General Zuo, the only remaining lieutenant general among the founding fathers!"

"Master Huang is here too, he is a member of the League."

"The old lady of the Cao family is also here."

"What's this? Look over there, Zhuge's old man is also here."

"None of your eyes are big enough. Look at it again. Isn't that head number one?"

"..."

At a glance, there was a large area of ​​darkness, crowded, everyone here is a famous person in China.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

"Here, the Oriental Green Bamboo is here."

People exclaimed, involuntarily separating a road to make way for him.

Dongfang Qingzhu is dressed in a blue shirt and has an outstanding temperament. He walks in a dragon and tiger step. The sword intent is surging between the opening and closing of a pair of heavy pupils. He walks step by step, and he has an aura of dominion over the world.

Everyone stared at him, felt the momentum on his body, and their faces were solemn.

The third father and son of the Qin family followed behind him, with faint smiles on their faces.

Time passed quietly like water, but Lu Wushuang did not show up when he was approaching Zi, and not only that, not even Lu Yi and the people from Undead Camp did not show up.

"What the hell, isn't Lu Wushuang fighting timidly?"

"I think he has gone away 80%."

As time passed, people began to restlessly, wondering if Lu Wushuang was timid and afraid to fight a decisive battle?

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a heavy footstep at the gate of the Forbidden City, and everyone's eyes were attracted. Only one person was seen, with white hair surpassing the snow, and white clothes, with a long sword stuck in his back, standing at the gate of the Forbidden City.

"Here, Lu Wushuang is here!"

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