What the hell!

The Seventh Palace Martial King?!

Is this horse a waste?!

Lin Ran felt numb.

It is true that the people are ignorant.

The cultivation of the middle-level Martial King is all rubbish, so what about him, a monk in the early stage of becoming a god... a big... big rubbish?

What kind of weird family is this Wei family? They were born as slaves but have so many geniuses?

Isn’t this a proper ssr (Wei Qing) + sr (Huo Qubing) in the game?

Wait a minute!

Thinking of Huo Qubing's speech to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Lin Ran suddenly thought of a possibility.

Isn't this kid the son of destiny?

Although it is a projected world, there should be children of destiny.

"Administrator, is Huo Qubing the Son of Destiny?" Lin Ran asked.

"The projected world has no son of destiny."

Okay, I'm being shallow.

That's cheating.

This kind of script of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is bound to be a blockbuster!

Lin Ran's mind raced rapidly.

This kind of character cannot follow the original script. It would be very embarrassing to come to the door proactively. You have to think of a very elegant way to meet.

A simple plan quickly took shape in Lin Ran's mind.

The figure disappeared and disappeared in place.

Huo Qubing is very irritable now.

Uncle Wei Qing once again rejected his request to join the army on the grounds that he had bumped into Mr. Dong Zhongshu.

He was obviously just telling the truth. The military books were all about conventional troop formations, and they were as rigid as the rules followed by the men of letters.

War requires flexibility, how could it be so idealistic!

Being rejected again, Huo Qubing felt upset and went out with a few guards and servants.

His cultivation level is extremely high, but His Majesty asked him to hide his cultivation level, which also led to many people calling him a waste behind his back.

This made Huo Qubing extremely angry.

Your King Wu is a waste!

But he couldn't do anything about the cynicism of these old nobles. He couldn't show his strength without His Majesty's permission, so he could only let them go, out of sight and out of mind.

Feeling agitated, Huo Qubing prepared to go to the palace to beg His Majesty. No matter what happened, he would ask him to allow him to show his strength.

Thinking like this, Huo Qubing wished he could fly directly to the palace.

Flying in Chang'an is prohibited unless authorized by the imperial authority, even if he is deeply favored by His Majesty.

Suddenly, a misty, ancient breath came.

Huo Qubing stopped his fast pace and looked at the teahouse not far away.

It's a weird feeling, as if something is pulling me there.

"Do you feel anything special?" Huo Qubing asked the guards and slaves behind him who also stopped.

Everyone shook their heads.

Huo Qubing frowned and looked at the teahouse, this feeling still existed.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked towards the teahouse. When Huo Qubing and his party arrived at the door of the teahouse, invisible fluctuations enveloped the area.

"Awesome spirit?" Huo Qubing was stunned. The next moment he looked to his side, an elegant man in a robe came into view.

"I've met Mr. Dong."

Dong Zhongshu smiled and nodded towards Huo Qubing.

"Since Qu Bing is here, let's go together to see this uninvited gentleman."

Huo Qubing was determined.

If you come uninvited...will you be an uninvited guest?

However, Mr. Dong used the word sir...perhaps a certain gentleman who is famous all over the world.

"Yes!" He saluted Dong Zhongshu, "You stay here."

After saying that, he followed Dong Zhongshu into the teahouse.

Inside the teahouse.

Huo Qubing followed Dong Zhongshu to the second floor, and what he saw was the only guest in the empty teahouse.

The guest's appearance was similar to his own age. Under the man's right eye, a blue tear mole that was as dazzling as a sapphire stood out, giving him a somewhat strange sense of beauty.

With his regular features and handsome face, even a vigorous man like Huo Qubing had to say "What a handsome man".

Lin Ran looked helplessly at the elegant man in front of Huo Qubing.

He released a trace of the aura of the black gold cauldron with immortal patterns just to attract Huo Qubing who was passing by, and he was very careful to control it within a hundred meters, for fear of being discovered by the strong men in Chang'an.

But it was still discovered.

The moment he saw Dong Zhongshu, Lin Ran finally understood what he was "looking at" when he came out of the teleportation array.

Literary!

Scholars should be good at cultivating the aura of awe-inspiring people and cultivating the aura of awe-inspiring people to control the way of literature.

The Dong Zhongshu in front of him has embarked on a literary career. He is a great Confucian who only respects Confucianism in the Xinghan Empire. Although his cultivation level is a Jinshi of the Seventh Palace, as the leader of the literary world in this world, the person far away in the world of Xinghan is probably not. A three yuan and a half saint?

What a mistake.

Huo Qubing was attracted, and he also attracted a powerful literary and Taoist who was in the Seventh Palace Realm.

"This brother seems not to want to see me." Dong Zhongshu said with a smile.

Wen Dao does not have the ability to observe as carefully as the divine consciousness, but his literary heart is able to perceive good and evil.

Although this mysterious man didn't want to see him, he didn't have the slightest malice toward them or Xinghan. Instead, he had a strong sense of goodwill.

"I'm sorry, Lord Dong. I just didn't expect to see the world-famous scholar Dong Zhongshu here. Lord Dong." Lin Ran stood up, saluted, and complimented.

"I still don't know my brother's surname."

"The surname is Lin, and the single name is Yi Ran."

"No words?" Dong Zhongshu asked.

"No words."

Dong Zhongshu nodded slightly.

Lin Ran thought for a moment and then changed his original decision.

With a wave of his hand, three corpses appeared on the ground out of thin air.

Huo Qu sick boy shrunk and stepped forward to stand in front of Dong Zhongshu. Qi and blood were surging all over his body, ready to unleash a thunderous offensive at any time.

"Quick, stop!" Dong Zhongshu's solemn voice sounded.

Huo Qubing took a deep look at Lin Ran and retreated behind Dong Zhongshu again.

"Looking at the auras of these three people, they are similar to those of the extraterrestrial demons that your majesty said were assisting the royal court of the Xiongnu." Dong Zhongshu looked at Lin Ran and said.

"There are fifty extraterrestrial demons assisting the Xiongnu royal court on the left. Except for one person who fought with Emperor Wu in the outer world, there are twenty-nine people left. Among them, three are here and the remaining twenty-five are all in the Dragon City, the Holy Land of the Xiongnu. Lin Ran said.

Dong Zhongshu's appearance disrupted all his plans, but Dong Zhongshu's words also let Lin Ran know a piece of information.

The top brass of the Xinghan Empire knew about the existence of the Reincarnators, so this gave him an excellent opportunity to realize the mission-impossible plan.

"One person is fighting against His Majesty, three bodies are here, twenty-five people are in the court of the Huns, and there is one person left..." Dong Zhongshu looked at Lin Ran with a profound look.

Lin Ran was also calm.

"I am the thirtieth extraterrestrial demon."

Huo Qubing listened in confusion from behind.

From what we heard earlier, this extraterrestrial demon was helping the Xiongnu, so why did the man in front of him, who claimed to be an extraterrestrial demon, kill his companions and appear openly in Chang'an.

Strong self-sustainability?

Not so insane.

There was a lot of information that he didn't know, and Huo Qubing couldn't make any further deductions.
To be continued...