Great Dao Ji

The aftermath of the Battle of Hanhai in Mozhou is still spreading freely, and the news spreads all over the world like it has wings, further causing a greater sensation.

In Fengdu City, Zhu Zhengqing, the new commander of the Jinyi Guards, removed the message from the Golden Feather Eagle and gave it a pill.

Only when he actually became the commander of the Jinyi Guards did Zhu Zhengqing realize what a headache this position was.

Although he is in a high position and has great power, he is also walking on thin ice.

Especially when his strength is far from comparable to that of his predecessor.

唳~

The golden-feathered eagle soared into the sky and turned into a golden light and disappeared into the sky.

“What a troubled time it has been.”

Holding the letter, Zhu Zhengqing sighed without reading it.

Less than a month before and after, the seven great masters of the vast sea gathered together, the world's best in the vast sea changed hands during the battle, and the underground palace of Longqimen, which was suspected to be inherited by the military master, appeared. Any one of these could be regarded as earth-shattering news, but they happened one after another.

He couldn't help but feel like a storm was coming.

Especially the fact that the royal Taoist An Qisheng killed Pang Wanyang and became the best in the world in one fell swoop has caused panic in the court.

Even he felt uneasy.

This newly promoted No. 1 in the world is extremely difficult to deal with the imperial court.

His predecessor Yang Lin, former deputy commander Yang Ling, governor of the East Factory Cao Tiangang, and Taishi Ji Chonghua were all killed by him.

He had seen the battle that day from a distance, and his mind was robbed by it. Not only was the old Taoist priest extremely tyrannical, but he was also truly a man without a king or a father.

"well"

Sighing, he unfolded the letter raft.

After just one glance, my hands trembled.

Not far away, the newly appointed deputy commander of the Jin Yiwei, Qian Cang, couldn't help but be shocked when he saw him eclipse. He took two steps forward and asked, "May I ask, sir, what happened?"

"There is news that Taoist Wang Quan may have come to Zhongzhou."

Zhu Zhengqing's face looked a little ugly:

"The spies of Jinyiwei discovered traces of his red horse. He left Mozhou and did not return to Wangquan Mountain. Instead, he came towards Zhongzhou."

Since the battle in front of Fengdu City.

An Qisheng's importance in the court's heart has risen to the top. There are countless spies observing his movements. Although they dare not follow him because of his martial arts, he will be discovered no matter which city he enters.

Of course, this requires that person not wanting to hide his tracks, otherwise, few people in the world would be able to discover his whereabouts.

But it was obvious that the King Quan Taoist didn't care at all whether his whereabouts would be exposed.

After Dou killed Pang Wanyang, no one in the world was his rival, and no one could hurt him.

"What?"

Qian Cang's expression also changed drastically. As the deputy commander of the Jinyi Guards, if he came again, wouldn't he have to take over?

Yang Ling has learned from his mistakes, how can he dare to face that terrifying Taoist?

In an instant, he calmed down and said: "There are You, Qing, Liang and other states along the way from Mozhou. I don't think that person came to Zhongzhou. Even if he came to Zhongzhou, he might have gone to Xiayi Sect. Yes, you may not be in trouble with us, right?"

"What's more, he has established a sect and recruited many disciples. It is impossible for him to have no scruples. If he angers the court, his sect will be destroyed in one fell swoop."

"I hope he will be afraid."

Zhu Zhengqing restrained his thoughts and shook his head with a solemn expression, feeling worried:

"It's just that if this royal Taoist comes to Zhongzhou, it will be no less than the Golden Wolf Kingdom's detention. It is definitely not a trivial matter. Even if it makes a fuss, this matter must be reported to the king."

Gan Cang nodded:

"Yes, it is indeed necessary to let the king know. By the way, we also need to inform several other adults."

"Go ahead, I want to enter the palace."

Zhu Zhengqing sighed, stood up, put on his court clothes, and entered the palace.

In the royal city.

In the empty hall, there were deep knocking sounds.

Da da da~~~

Prince Feng lightly buckled the back of his chair, his eyes dark and unreadable: "Prince Quan Taoist"

Before Zhu Zhengqing received the Golden Feather Eagle, he already knew the news.

"I have been a warrior in Dafeng for more than two hundred years. I have worked hard for decades to rule, but I am defeated in front of such an old Taoist priest who has only risen for more than three years. It is really funny."

At a certain moment, Prince Feng suddenly laughed, and his laughter blew through the entire hall like a cold current:

"Taizu is right. If you want to unify the world, national power alone is not enough. You must have the force to intimidate the world and the power to overwhelm the world!"

One person is against one country.

For tens of thousands of years, there has been no shortage of examples.

For people in the martial arts world, these are words that inspire awe, admiration, and hope. But for him, the leader of a country, they are unbearable and naked humiliation.

For two hundred years in Dafeng, generations of people have worked hard to govern, millions of troops, and the strongest national power in the seven countries, but they feel powerless when facing one person.

How ridiculous is this?

How ridiculous?

What a shame?

This made him deeply understand the mood of Taizu Dafeng back then.

Back then, when Taizu Dafeng faced those great masters of the divine veins, he was forced to lose the decision-making power of a state by a mere old monk. Is Taizu the same as himself today?

Is it because of this that he forcibly refines the divine weapons at the expense of the fate of the country?

He could feel Zhu Zhengqing rushing into the royal city, and he could feel his dignity.

The commander of the Jinyiwei, who was tens of thousands of miles away and was able to force the first rank of the current dynasty, and one man was more powerful than tens of thousands of people, panicked in his heart, and the world's number one violent organization was in turmoil.

This scene pierced his heart like a knife, making him feel sad and filled with anger that could not be concealed.

Even compared to the battle in front of Fengdu City, it made him even more angry.

Click!

His index finger pierced the throne made of cold iron essence. He lay down on the throne and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled:

"The king cannot be humiliated"

“Freshly baked buns”

"The best rouge and gouache from Yanzhou, please buy it for the girl you like, madam."

"Just picked, hundreds of years old yam, a good thing to replenish lean energy."

"Excellent Xuanzhou brocade cloth, available in various colors."

Even though it was almost dusk, Fengdu City was still bustling with activity, and the air was filled with the cries of vendors and the aroma of various foods.

Fengdu City is a collection of unique items from all over the world and countless state capitals. It is the most prosperous city, and most of the people coming and going are wearing silks, satins and brocade clothes.

Their appearance and spirit are also better than those of visitors from other state capitals, and their style is naturally far superior to those of other state capitals.

Hanchang Palace walked on the long street, feeling the noise in the long street, and felt very peaceful.

He closed his eyes slightly, and the many sounds and scenes around him were perfectly presented in his mind.

Scholars in green shirts read and drank tea together, merchants came and went selling specialties from various states, and pedestrians on the street discussed about food, clothing, housing, and transportation, which family had beautiful girls, and which family had a wife who was chopped up alive for not observing women's ethics.

All the various forms of sentient beings flowed through his heart one by one.

And this is just the surface.

His Qi-watching technique has already reached an extremely high level. Just by listening to a person's voice and feeling their aura, he can feel their identity, achievements, and even their 'qi number'.

"The long streets, as many as twenty children died, and dozens of people were robbed. Disaster, disaster."

Han Changgong's heart was filled with ripples.

Since the Battle of Fengdu, he rarely retreats and walks on the long street for three hours every day. In a blink of an eye, it has been two years.

In the past two years, the number of people he looked at was far higher than before, a hundred times or a thousand times. There were 50 million people in Fengdu City, and in his two years, he had seen one-tenth of the number.

The energy of millions of people is insignificant compared to the people in the entire world. However, seeing the big from the small, in the past two years, he really felt something different.

From all walks of life, men, women, old and young, traffickers and pawns, dignitaries and dignitaries, he had already vaguely seen something.

If the luck of the Dafeng Dynasty is like that of a dragon, the best place in Fengdu is where the dragon's head is.

The energy of tens of thousands of people in Fengdu City reflects the problem of Longshou to some extent.

As expected, that problem does not lie with the people, but with,

Royal city!

"King City"

Slowly opening his eyes and looking at the location of the royal city, Han Changgong looked a little dazed.

Standing in the middle of a long street with crowds of people, he felt lonely for a while, as if he was walking alone in the wilderness, alone in the vast world.

I couldn't remember when the cold and heat stopped invading my body, but now I felt the slightest chill.

“It’s so cold”

Tightening his clothes slightly, Han Changgong let out a long sigh and walked towards the royal city.

After walking two streets, when he could see the outline of the royal city in the distance, a voice suddenly came and called him.

"My lord, my lord, please stay."

The voice is a bit old.

Han Changgong looked back.

It was a stall set up on the roadside. Sitting behind the stall was an elderly-looking man. Beside him, there was a flag erected. The letter read a hundred years before and a hundred years after.

"Old sir, please."

Han Changgong looked at this dress and was kind to him. Before he met King Feng, he also walked around the world dressed like this.

"My lord, your brows are dark, and I'm afraid you will suffer a disaster of blood and death!"

The old man half-closed his eyes and spoke tremblingly.

"A bloody disaster, a fatal disaster?"

Han Changgong laughed dumbly.

He has been famous for decades, and his fortune-telling skills are unparalleled in the world. His reputation was once surpassed by the world's number one divination master, Baeyue Zhenren. He can observe people's fortunes, predict military strength, and even calculate the fate of a country.

I don’t remember how long it had been since anyone spoke to him in this tone.

But when he smiled, the smile on his face disappeared:

"What did the old gentleman see? If there is a disaster, how to resolve it?"

"Please also write a word, sir."

The old man picked up the pen and handed it to him.

Han Changgong felt something in his heart and wrote down a word.

"Wang? He has good calligraphy and calligraphy."

The old man seemed a little surprised.

"What do you mean by this word?"

Han Changgong looked at the old man and felt a little relieved.

"Why do you need to explain it?"

The old man shook his head: "Your Excellency, what you wrote clearly reflects the worries in your heart. Naturally, it is also the location of disaster!"

"Um?!"

Han Changgong's pupils shrank.

Here comes the third chapter, good night everyone.