martial arts mythology system

Chapter 345 Planning a Time

It was a cool night.

Han Feng passed the general outline of the "Nine Yin Manual" and the "Da Fu Mo Fist" to Jiang Xiaohu, letting him ponder it carefully, and then he stopped paying attention to him and let him practice by himself.

When the sun rises, a round of red sun climbs into the sky.

Han Feng took Jiang Xiaohu out of the Manggu Forest, and headed south towards Yunchendu again.

However, as soon as he walked out of the jungle, he saw a carrier pigeon flying down from the sky.

Its plumage is pure white with some golden feathers in between.

This is a carrier pigeon specially raised by Heavenly Court to deliver messages, and its flying speed is faster than that of ordinary third-rank masters.

Han Feng looked up and saw it, reached out to catch it, and removed the letter box tied to its face.

Expand the content, it is Li Chenzhou's handwriting.

[Warrior Disaster Sky mobilized seven thousand warriors from three groups, and they will arrive in Yunchendu in a few days; the emperor urgently summoned Jun Huaixu to Beijing, and the Sanskrit God of the National Teacher has already captured him]

A piece of text, two major events, involving a wide range of serious, imaginable.

[Warrior Disaster Sky] With [War Disaster Ancient Key] as the purpose, I am afraid that there must be this thing in the cloud and dust. If the soldiers break the city by then, these monsters without human emotions will definitely cause extreme harm to the war disaster sky. horrifying……

And Jun Huaixu, as the supreme leader of the Xuanjian Division and the giant pillar of Liguo, will be captured by the emperor's order. The subversion of interests involved behind this can almost be said to cause complete turmoil in Liguo...

After Han Feng got the letter paper, he lightly raised his arm to let Jin Ling and the white pigeon fly away by himself, his expression suddenly became heavy.

Jiang Xiaohu could sense Han Feng's restlessness, and asked in a low voice:
"Master, what's wrong?"

Han Feng did not refute Jiang Xiaohu's title this time, but said lightly:

"Nothing, it's just as expected."

After finishing speaking, Han Feng walked straight forward.

Jiang Xiaohu quickly followed.

……

at the same time.

The central location of Yuchenjing, in the imperial city Jinluan under the nine-story tower.

Sitting alone in the hall, the curtain blows with the wind.

Jun Huaixu sat at the bottom.

On the opposite side is the only person in this country who can be Jun Huaixu's upper hand—【Li Wang】Mo Changci.

Dressed in simple white clothes, with a slender figure and kind eyes, Li Wang looked at Jun Huaixu, with guilt and helplessness in his eyes for a long time.

The king's involuntary behavior may be even more bleak.

"Junqing, I have let you down."

Looking at the helplessness in Mo Changci's eyes, Jun Huaixu recalled many years ago.

That was when I was young.

The White Horse Academy was destroyed during the battle between the imperial court and the Nanman Demon Sect, and he was active in the southern battlefield as a volunteer.

It was also at that time that I met this person in front of me.

When I was a teenager.

I am not the master of the hanging sword now, and you are not the king of Li Guo now.

This person once aspired to be a wise king, going through life and death with himself, completely abandoning his identity.

I also guarded the country for him for 20 years because of this feeling of monarch and minister.

Under the pseudonym Zuo Qianqiu, they went deep into the Fuyuan Road and provoked the flames of war in the martial arts. The two planned to make great achievements and practice their common political ideals.

It can only be, followed by the Sanskrit God from Zhongzhou to the north... The previous master Xuanjian failed to break through and was insane... There is no one in Liguo to resist.

Then... the Sanskrit god became the national teacher of Liguo, embezzling Liguo's fortune, and the huge country became chaotic day by day... King Qi and King Xiang stared at each other, and the general Du Jiangcheng supported himself.

The political ideals of the two have long been like a dream...

"I understand that the pressure of the Sanskrit god is simply irresistible."

Jun Huaixu raised the cup in his hand, and drank the wine in one gulp. He couldn't see the depression of being imprisoned, and he seemed very relaxed.

"However, this is not without benefits. I am dissatisfied with Your Majesty. It has been nearly 20 years that I have not been able to be as idle as I am now."

Seeing Jun Huaixu's appearance, Mo Changci felt even more guilty.

"Huaixu, I know that with your talent, you should have the opportunity to become a congenital... That sword of Daozong back then was originally aimed at Yuchen Jinglong Qi...you secretly used the [Future Mirror] to steal it. In exchange, receive the sword by yourself..."

Mo Changci did not claim to be lonely, which meant that he did not say this sentence as a king, but as a friend.

Jun Huaixu picked up the jug on the table and poured himself a drink.

"Everything is the subject's own choice. It's just that the variable of Mr. Guoshi is not counted. Instead, he suffered a disadvantage, hey."

Seeing Jun Huaixu's appearance, Mo Changci felt even more distressed.

"The national teacher brought King Qi, King Xiang, and General Du together to ask me... Zhen... Hehe, although he claims to be rich in the entire country, in the final analysis, he is just a person who cannot be independent..."

Jun Huaixu put down the wine glass, and there was a crisp sound between the bottom of the glass and the table, then smiled lightly and stood up.

Walking to Mo Changci's side, patted him on the shoulder, and then walked out.

Seeing the back of Jun Huaixu walking out of the hall, Mo Changci's eyes were full of shock.

Because Jun Huaixu just said a word in his ear through sound transmission.

"Ah Ci, let me make another plan for you."

Mo Changci suddenly felt that the time had turned back and he had returned to 20 years ago.

At that time, Fang Ping of the Nanban Demon Sect was the first to ascend the throne.

Jun Huaixu took the pseudonym Zuo Qianqiu and entered Fuyuan Road alone.

In the next few years, chaos broke out in Liguo Jianghu, and various sects were wiped out one after another, and many of the remaining sects also moved away. The dignified martial arts holy place [Daofa Altar] was also besieged by five sects and disappeared in the long river of history.

At that time, what this person said to himself was: "Ah Ci, let me make a plan for you"

Sitting alone in the hall, Mo Changci was in a daze.

And Jun Huaixu walked out of the hall, took a deep breath of the gradually warming air, and looked at the man in front of him.

The clothes are plain and fine, and the face is a mix of gentle and cold temperament, with no expression on it.

It is the national teacher from the country waiting here... Sanskrit god.

"Master Guoshi has been waiting for me here, is it because he is afraid that I will run away?"

"Jun Huaixu, I respect you. You are a rare wise man in this country. I have always been cautious about wise men."

Jun Huaixu shook his head.

"I've already told the national teacher, I just came to see my friend when I was young, you don't need to be afraid of me."

"Oh, really?"

The Sanskrit god asked back, noncommittal.

The two then walked side by side to the nine-story tower not far away.

In this city, the only place that can hold Jun Huaixu is the Sanskrit God.

……

"Master!! It's a puppet soldier who has brought disaster to the sky!!"

Jiang Xiaohu pointed to the seven thousand warriors at the foot of the mountain ahead and shouted.

Han Feng slapped Jiang Xiaohu on the back of the head, and said lightly:
"I'm not blind, of course I can see."

Standing on a mountain not far from Yunchen, the two of them overlooked the military formation marching towards Yunchen.

"Tianzi Wangqi Technique" can clearly feel that there are more than one super strong aura in the army formation.

"Watch out."

Han Feng reminded Jiang Xiaohu, then grabbed his shoulders and flew him into the sky.

The eight-color true energy advances, rushing back to Yun Chendu madly.

"Your Excellency is really lacking in thinking about skimming over our army formation."

Han Feng had already led Jiang Xiaohu to bypass the military formation, but he did not find any fighters with super perception in the military formation, who could sense Han Feng by flying at low altitude several miles away.

From the puppet army formation, stretched out a palm completely condensed with true energy, carrying a strong aura of five elements and eight trigrams, covering towards Han Feng.

(End of this chapter)