Great Dao Ji

Fengdu is located in the middle of Zhongzhou, and the royal city is in the middle of Fengdu, facing north and south.

Outside the royal city is a huge open square.

The square is paved with white jade-like stone slabs with distinct stripes. This white jade slab is produced in the mountains of Youzhou. It is not only tough but also beautiful. It is paved in a seamless way. Even the melted snow water can't seep into the ground.

Outside the royal city, there are elite soldiers of the Shenjiying who are wearing armor and riding BMWs to guard it every day. In the towering towers of the royal city, there are also masters of the East and West Factories who take turns day and night, and the guards are extremely strict.

Even Han Changgong's carriage has to go through many inspections when it comes here.

"Sir Han, I'm sorry."

Putting down the curtain, a young general in black armor bowed and retreated.

Han Changgong waved his hand and looked at the royal city.

Fengdu is the center of Dafeng, and the royal city is the place where Dafeng's luck gathers. In his eyes, it is like a dragon swallowing the sun and the moon, sacred and majestic.

He has traveled through many countries, and no country's luck can compare with Dafeng, which is in its heyday.

Dafeng's luck is magnificent and magnificent. Dafeng's national luck was originally in its heyday, and it still has at least four hundred years of national life.

But

Han Changgong's deep eyes flashed a trace of haze.

"What is it that affects the national destiny?"

Looking at the towering royal city, Han Changgong murmured in his heart.

Dafeng's luck is raging. Even if Fengdu City lost its majesty in the battle before, it did not damage the foundation of the country. However, he can see that this national destiny, which is in its heyday, is passing away and dissipating.

This range is very small, even for him, he only discovered it after deducing the national destiny many times.

But luck is mysterious, and national destiny is even more difficult to know. He can deduce the rise and fall of national destiny, but it is impossible to be specific in all aspects.

It is even more impossible to know all the reasons in detail.

Tap tap~~~

The carriage drove over the white jade-like protective bridge, passed through the main gate, and headed towards the hall.

The empty hall was solemn and noble.

Han Changgong's shadow was very long.

On the throne, King Feng waved his hand:

"Please take a seat!"

Two eunuchs immediately brought chairs.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Han Changgong bowed slightly and sat down.

"Han Qing should not have put himself in danger."

King Feng sighed slightly, his expression a little sad:

"You and the Grand Master are both my ministers in the palace. The Grand Master has left me. If you also have a chance, I will be truly alone."

"Your Majesty, please accept my condolences."

Han Changgong's eyes also dimmed slightly.

He and Ji Chonghua have been friends for many years. Although they have different political views and he also despises himself, they are more or less friends.

After he came out of retreat, he went to see Ji Chonghua, but unfortunately Ji Chonghua didn't believe in Feng Shui and destiny, so he could do nothing about it.

"Han Qing, did you get anything from meeting that Taoist?"

King Feng looked solemn and spoke lightly.

Han Changgong did not hide anything and told everything that happened after the two met.

"That Taoist was quite friendly to Han Qing."

King Feng's eyes rippled a little, and seeing that Han Changgong's expression did not change, he turned and said:

"Han Qing, did you see it wrong? There is no problem for that Taoist to become a divine vein, but his life span is only sixty years?"

"There may be some discrepancies, but it is roughly like this."

Han Changgong nodded slightly and said.

"One sixty years, one sixty years"

King Feng tapped the back of the chair lightly, his expression subtle, as if thinking about something.

He naturally believed in Han Changgong very much. The reason why he went from a down-and-out prince who had no intention of the throne to where he is today, Han Changgong made great efforts.

But his life span is only sixty years.

Could it be that the Taoist didn't break through the divine vein?

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing King Feng in deep thought, Han Changgong was silent for a moment, and finally spoke:

"I have been in seclusion for more than a year, and have deduced the fortune of the seventy-three states. Except for Zhongzhou, there are seventy-two dragons in the states. Among them, there are five states that may turn into dragons, Liang, You, Zhi, Yan, and Qi."

Since he saw that the national fortune was shaky, he had been in seclusion for more than a year to spy on the fortune of the land for King Feng and look for potential dragons.

Snap~

The sound of knocking on the back of the chair paused, and King Feng's eyes fell, with a cold light:

"Liangzhou Huangjue Temple, Youzhou Dalongmen, Zhizhou Zhengangdao, Yanzhou Jishenzong, Qizhou, and Wanjian Villa are indeed the most threatening of these five major sects"

The strength of Dafeng's martial arts is the best among all countries.

These five major sects all have divine veins, among which Mu Qingfeng of Wanjian Villa is a peerless master who ranks second only to Pang Wanyang of the Six Hells Demon Sect in the weapon list.

His reputation is even greater than that of the old monk Yixiu of Huangjue Temple.

"Although there are many dragons in various places, the five states of Liang, You, Zhi, Yan, and Qi have the potential to transform into dragons. However, as long as the national fortune is stable, dragons or latent dragons will never threaten Dafeng!"

Han Changgong looked solemn:

"The reason why the states can transform into latent dragons is nothing more than the movement of Dafeng, which is replenishing the fortune of the land."

King Feng raised his eyebrows, and deep ripples appeared in the depths of his eyes:

"According to Han Qing, what should we do?"

"First, the war with the Golden Wolf State must be stopped. Second, the king wants to give up the intention of collecting weapons from all over the world. Third, light corvee and taxes, and show kindness to the people."

Han Changgong stood up and said ten points in a fluent manner.

Prince Feng readily accepted the advice and asked people to write it down one by one:

"I quite agree with what Mr. Han said, but the specifics need to be discussed with the ministers in the court tomorrow."

"Of course."

Han Changgong bowed slightly: "I am just a magician, and the specifics of the policy will naturally be decided by your majesty and the ministers."

Speaking of this, Han Changgong paused.

Then he looked directly at King Feng and said:

“There has been no war in the country for twenty years, there have been no major disasters, and peace has prevailed all over the world. The reason why the national destiny has been shaken is not external, but internal!

Your Majesty, please let me deduce the royal city.

Find the culprit behind the debauchery caused by overseas sports! "

The sonorous sound fell to the ground.

Even before hearing the ten articles, he nodded in agreement and followed the good deeds like King Liufeng, but at this moment, his expression suddenly changed.

call!

In the empty hall, there seemed to be a strong wind ruffling the clothes of Hanchang Palace and moving them.

Prince Feng lowered his eyes to cover his sharp eyes.

After a while, he slowly exhaled a breath, his voice was calm and without any emotion:

"No!"

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing King Feng like this, Han Changgong's pupils shrank, and a huge wave surged in his heart.

An extremely incredible thought flashed through his mind: 'Does he know something? ’

"Han Qing, you have been running all the way, go back and rest."

Prince Feng put his forehead on his hand and said calmly.

Han Changgong's eyes narrowed, and he felt that there was suddenly a cold feeling in the hall. The light fell on Prince Feng through the screen, making it look a little uncertain.

For the first time, he felt something strange.

"minister"

Han Changgong cupped his hands and lowered his head:

"Resign!"

Calmness returned to the main hall. After a long time, a long sigh suddenly disappeared:

"Ignorant"

In the middle of winter, there is quite a lot of excitement in Nanliang City.

Especially after the reopening of Yangxiaotang, it was even more crowded. Amidst the noise, several waiters kicked the back of their heads hurriedly, sweating profusely.

Tieshan leaned lazily behind the counter and looked at the guests in the restaurant with boredom.

It has been more than three months since he last separated from An Qisheng, and he has reopened Yangxiao Hall. Apart from bringing back a group of cooks who were taken away by threats, nothing else has been done. hands and feet.

The food and drinks at Yangxiao Hall are always top-notch, and may not be comparable even in the royal city. In addition, An Qisheng has become famous over the past few months, and countless people from the martial arts community come to Nanliang County every day.

There are naturally many guests in Yangxiao Hall.

Snap!

In the middle of the restaurant, on a crudely built high platform, a storyteller slapped the tree and shouted:

"The peerless demon Feng Qingxuan came alone and killed many masters along the way. Even the eminent monks in Huangjue Temple were killed by this demon!

The Prince of Chivalry was seriously injured again, and the situation was urgent. Everyone in front of the Chivalry Gate was in danger!

At this moment, I heard a dragon's roar piercing the air, and there was wind and dust billowing on the official road in the distance! A person, a red horse, yes, coming from Juechen! "

Snap!

Xingmu slaps the table!

The storyteller wiped his beard, cupped his hands with a smile and said: "Dear readers, if you want to hear what I have to say, please come early tomorrow morning!"

"Hush!"

There was a sudden boo in the restaurant.

One of the guests slapped his thigh and said, "Old Qi, you are such a sissy, don't try to fool me. I'm not afraid that I will tear you apart and eat you!"

"That's right, that's right, there are so many of us, I'm afraid not one person can drown you with just a spit of spit!"

"Lao Qi, if you want a reward, just say you are fooling me!"

"Rewarded!"

The other guests also laughed and yelled, but no one made any trouble.

Firstly, I heard that books are a joy. Secondly, this storyteller, Lao Qi, is not a good one. He can travel all over the world to tell stories. How can he do it without a few moments?

More importantly, this is Yangxiao Hall.

Although the name of the Blood Demon has been washed away due to the spread of the Beggar Clan, Chivalry Sect, Huangjue Temple and other famous sects, no one will forget that this man's name has cost thousands of lives. Lifted.

So, after a while of laughing and scolding, urging and shouting, many people casually threw a lot of copper coins up.

"Hey!"

The storyteller shook his hand, and the money flying in the sky was pocketed in his sleeve.

"Okay, Lao Qi's hands are beautiful!"

Some people couldn't help but applaud.

There were more than twenty high-rollers who had given money to them before. Money was scattered in all directions, and not everyone could catch it in one pocket.

"Thank you for the reward!"

The storyteller first thanked him and smiled "hehe":

"Can you tell me something about a storyteller?"

Tieshan also frowned and wanted to urge the storyteller. Suddenly he glanced and saw several figures rushing in.

"Huh?"

Tieshan was surprised and saw two little guys running in.

Although he hadn't seen them for a long time, he still recognized them at a glance. They were Jiang Tingting and Zhang Haohao.

"Tieshan, long time no see."

Just as he was about to get up, a hand fell on his shoulder and patted him lightly.

He looked back.

At some point, a white-robed Taoist stood beside him, looking at him with a smile.