Great Dao Ji

A ray of golden light pierced the sky, swaying the scorching air into Fengdu City.

Then, it caused an uproar!

In the backyard of the Jinyiwei Command Mansion, a wave of air surged into the sky, like a roaring wolf, which could be heard for dozens of miles around.

Many Jin Yiwei knelt outside the backyard, looking at the dragon boots walking out of the broken house, and they were all frightened.

In front of everyone, Yang Xuan couldn't help but raise his head.

Wearing dragon boots, a red python suit, a high crown and a belt, his beardless face was full of gloom. Without saying a word, there was a scornful and domineering aura that enveloped the surrounding area, making people afraid to express their anger.

This person, however, was Yang Lin, the commander of the Jinyi Guards who was granted the rank of first-rank official in the dynasty and was granted the title of Marquis Wu.

"People say raising tigers is a source of trouble, but I never thought that I would actually raise an evil dragon!"

Yang Lin stood with his hands behind his back, his red python robe moving without the wind, and his voice was extremely cold:

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!"

He was talking ridiculously, but there was no trace of laughter in his words.

A cold current seemed to have set off in the courtyard, making all the masters of the Imperial Guard feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, with fine cold sweat appearing on their foreheads.

Even his direct disciple Yang Xuan couldn't help but hold his breath at this time and didn't dare to breathe out.

"Yang Xuan."

After a moment, Yang Lin spoke lightly.

"The disciple is here."

Yang Xuan bent his knees and took a few steps forward before falling to the ground.

"The Imperial Master's Mansion has six gates, two east and west factories, and the Qintian Supervisor"

Yang Lin's face showed a bright red after being severely humiliated:

"The words on the letter raft must be conveyed truthfully!"

"yes!"

Yang Xuan stood up slowly, turned and left.

"You take my order and go to Shenji Camp, Tiangongyuan, and Shenbing Hall to mobilize manpower and armor!"

Yang Lin glanced at the subordinates in front of him and ordered:

"Want the best!"

"yes!"

All the masters of Jin Yiwei were shocked and confused, but they did not dare to ask any more questions and hurriedly retreated.

In the quiet courtyard, Yang Lin looked at the sky, with an extremely cold chill flashing on his face:

"I haven't seen such an arrogant person in how many years. Who do you think you are?"

Fengdu City occupies a huge area, with the Royal City as the center, and wide streets spreading to far away places.

Qin Tianjian.

It is located three miles outside the imperial city and adjacent to Dongchang.

Compared with the grandeur of Dongchang, Qintianjian seems a bit pitiful. It covers an area of ​​less than one-twentieth of Dongchang and is only slightly larger than the residence of an ordinary wealthy businessman.

Gui Xiaoer lazily leaned on the stone lion outside the gate of Qintian Prison to bask in the sun, with a lazy look on his face, as if he was asleep.

On his face, you can faintly see a whip mark that has lingered for a long time.

It seemed that someone had beaten him severely, and the person who had done it was so skilled in martial arts that he could not be repaired for a long time.

"Huh? Horse racing on the street?"

At a certain moment, Gui Xiaoer frowned and looked up.

At the end of the long street, a large maroon horse came out of nowhere on the wide street. The man on it was wearing a flying fish suit and an embroidered spring knife. He turned out to be a member of the Jin Yiwei.

"Mr. Gui, please pass this on. This is a letter from my commander!"

More than ten feet away, the man jumped up from his horse and stood in front of the gate as soon as he finished speaking.

"A letter from the Commander-in-Chief?"

Gui Xiaoer's heart skipped a beat and he stood up:

"What happened?"

"I still don't know what's going on. Please give Mr. Gui a message to Mr. Han."

The Jin Yiwei smiled bitterly.

"Hold on!"

Gui Xiaoer frowned slightly and stepped into the door.

Just then he saw Huang Fu, who also had the same whip marks, slowly walking towards the door.

"There is someone from Jin Yiwei outside, saying it is a letter from Commander Yang Lin, and he wants to give it to the supervisor."

Huang Fu touched the whip marks on his face and grinned:

"The teacher left seclusion and went to the palace before. Let that person go."

Huang Fu stopped moving forward, but didn't want to go out.

Gui Xiaoer turned around and went out.

But a moment later, the Jin Yiwei actually ran in.

"not good!"

Huang Fu's scalp went numb, he yelled, turned around and ran away:

"Go back and tell your master that no one is at home in Qintian Prison. My teacher and I have gone to the palace to meet the saint!"

"Master Huang! Master Huang! At least you have to answer the letter!"

Huang Fu was extremely fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye, making the Jin Yiwei's eyes straighten and he stamped his feet.

"I told you there is no one, but if you don't believe me, what can you do?"

At this time, Gui Xiaoer walked in slowly, with an expected expression on his face.

"This is it, this is it"

The Jinyiwei's expression changed several times. He had known Huang Fu for a long time, but he still couldn't stand it.

He stood there for a long time, then gritted his teeth, dropped the letter, lifted his body, climbed over the wall and ran away.

As he ran, he shouted:

"Since Mr. Huang has accepted the letter, my subordinates will go and report back to the Commander!"

Gui Xiaoer was speechless and leaned over to pick up the letter raft.

"Gui Xiaoer, who asked you to pick it up?"

Huang Fu burst out from nowhere and shouted angrily: "How dare you touch something that is fatal?"

Huang Fu's scalp was numb with anger.

Hanchang Palace had not just come out of seclusion, but had come out of seclusion as early as yesterday. I don't know what he predicted, but he went straight into the palace without even a single order.

Although Huang Fu couldn't see anything, his innate spiritual sense told him that this must be a big trouble.

"Otherwise, what can I do? If this letter is picked up by others and passed around, am I the one who will be hung up and beaten?"

Gui Xiaoer touched the whip marks on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The whip from the strong man with the divine pulse was extremely painful. With his endurance, he almost had to urinate and excrement. The injury hadn't healed yet, so he couldn't bear another beating.

On the contrary, Huang Fu accepted the letter and it had nothing to do with him.

"Well done, you little boy!"

Huang Fu angrily grabbed the letter and tore it open.

At this sight, he was stunned.

Gui Xiaoer didn't want to ask at first, but seeing Huang Fu's dull expression as if he had seen a ghost, he couldn't help but be curious:

"What's wrong?"

"Is this old Taoist priest crazy?"

Huang Fu came back to his senses, his body was trembling, and a chill spread from his heart to his whole body:

"This is provoking the imperial court."

Gui Xiaoer glanced at Xinfu and froze: "How, how could it be? The court's wanted order has been cancelled, Taoist priest, Taoist priest, why did he do this?"

Gui Xiaoer was also a little confused.

The two of them have also been paying attention to An Qisheng's news these days. They know everything from his rise to fame as a chivalrous man to his world-famous killing of the Red Sun Dharma King.

After killing so many court masters, it was extremely unbelievable to them that the court could cancel the wanted order.

If it were others who didn't say they were grateful, at least they wouldn't be at odds with the court.

This one was so good that he directly provoked the court!

"Trouble, trouble"

Huang Fu paced back and forth, looking very ugly.

At the end, he just stamped his foot:

"Xiao Er, go quickly, find the Taoist priest, and persuade him to change his mind and never come to Fengdu."

As a senior official of the imperial court.

Huang Fu knew very well what kind of power the Dafeng court, which governed a population of more than one billion, had.

In addition to the few great masters of the Divine Vein who are in charge, the imperial court, such as the Shenbing Hall, the Shenji Camp, and the Tiangong Academy, all have methods that make even the Divine Vein fearful.

Facing the Dafeng court would be no better than facing the three realms of good and evil at the same time.

Compared with the scattered martial arts world, the imperial court that integrates all the forces is truly invincible!

Even big sects such as Huangjue Temple, Wanjian Villa, Jishen Sect, and Baiyue Villa have to surrender, how can they be so simple and provocative?

"yes!"

Gui Xiaoer gritted his teeth, turned around and left.

"Now, we're in trouble."

Huang Fu murmured to himself.

"Master Huang actually worries about others? I thought you would worry about your own safety! It's rare, it's rare!"

Huang Fu's body froze as the soft and erratic voice floated around.

It was as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points, his face was stiff and he couldn't even move his eyes.

"Old, old, teacher"

Huang Fu turned around stiffly.

He saw a middle-aged man in black looking at him quietly under the eaves behind him.

The middle-aged man has a strange appearance and beautiful appearance. Standing casually, he seems to be in harmony with the feng shui of the entire courtyard, and he is indescribably natural and free.

But it was his teacher, Han Changgong, the supervisor of Qintian.

"I didn't expect that some subtle influence would produce such an effect, but I don't know what method An Qisheng used."

Han Changgong stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at his disciple thoughtfully.

With his divine sense, as soon as Huang Fu returned, he naturally noticed the changes in him and knew that he had been tampered with.

But even though someone had tampered with him, he could faintly sense that the biggest disaster that his disciple would face in the future had disappeared.

He couldn't decide whether it was good or bad, so he didn't try to remove the limbs.

But he didn't expect that that seemingly slight change could actually allow his disciple to report information to others without telling him.

That old Taoist priest actually has such a method

After a change of thought, he spoke calmly:

"Do you know you were wrong?"

"teacher."

Huang Fu fell to his knees with a 'pop' sound and lowered his head:

"Disciple knows his mistake."

Han Changgong asked again: "Where is the mistake?"

Huang Fu didn't dare to raise his head: "My disciple's mistake was that he should not have tipped off the enemies of the imperial court."

"What's wrong with this? If this tip can help that Taoist return, wouldn't it be a great achievement?"

Unexpectedly, Han Changgong just shook his head:

"My teacher is just a little disappointed."

He sighed lightly and looked at his disciple with a stern look:

"You have studied Qi-gazing with your master for so many years, but you can't see that this person is unstoppable? Why should you do it if you can't do it?"

"teacher"

Huang Fu trembled, but slowly raised his head.

He has always been naughty, but he is rarely very serious.

He looked at his teacher, gritted his teeth and uttered horrifying remarks:

"Then master knows that the imperial court's demise is irreversible, so why does he insist on going his own way?"

The imperial court is destroyed!

If these four words are heard by anyone, it is an unforgivable death penalty!

Such words should never come out of Huang Fu's mouth in this life.

But at this moment, he happened to say it out loud.

As soon as he said it, the pressure that had accumulated in Huang Fu's heart for a long time disappeared, and his whole person became very magnanimous.

Han Changgong was not angry, but looked at his disciple with a hint of surprise:

"My teacher underestimated you. Tell me, how did you figure it out?"

"Disciples don't have the method of directly calculating the fate of the country and military power like their teachers. Even the nobles who have the fate of the country can't predict it out of ten times."

Huang Fu's eyes were clear, no longer as smooth as before:

"But the fate of the country is made up of ordinary people who have no talent. For more than twenty years, it seems that every day, I walk around the streets, look for flowers and willows, but I also see the faces of all living beings!"

"Brother Liu on the front street is blessed with a long life, but he is in danger of death. On the back street, the Li family has a new kid. The fat boy is not only a highly respected man, but he is destined to be a prince."

Huang Fu was a little hesitant at first, but then he became more and more comfortable as he talked. He listed them one by one, but he also mentioned all the signs of traffickers, foot soldiers, the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled.

For example, there are as many as a hundred people!

Han Changgong was silent at first, but after hearing this, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and finally he became silent again.

"From this, my disciple has deduced that the Dafeng Kingdom has passed away soon! The fate of a country can be judged by the promotion of small people, and the trend of the general trend can be seen from the subtle details. People can predict the sky!"

Huang Fu slowly exhaled a long breath:

"This is the disciple's experience gained from the Wanyun Qi Technique and fortune-telling over the years. It has not yet become a system!"

After a moment of silence, Han Changgong faced his disciple, who had always failed to live up to expectations:

"Is this Qi-gazing technique famous?"

"maybe called"

Huang Fu replied:

"The Technique of Seeing Heaven and Humanity"

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