Great Dao Ji

Han Changgong was shocked, but he looked at the fortune-teller calmly.

His muscles and bones were loose, and there seemed to be no internal energy fluctuations. His whole body was full of flaws, and he didn't look like he had any martial arts foundation.

In his eyes, his aura was also ordinary.

However, because it was too ordinary and normal, he felt a deep sense of vigilance in his heart.

Han Changgong lowered his eyes and asked lightly:

"Then, as the old man said, how can this disaster be solved?"

"It's difficult, it's easy"

The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, took the pen, dipped it lightly in ink, and drew a light stroke on the paper:

"If so, this disaster can be eliminated, and everything will be fine"

Feng?

Feng!

Wang comes out from the beginning and end, then it's Feng?

Looking at the scarlet vertical stroke that runs through the beginning and end of the word Wang, Han Changgong's heart was filled with huge waves.

"Feng means flourishing and flourishing! On a piece of paper, if there is no king, then Feng, if there is no Feng, then Wang"

The old man put the pen into the tube and said lightly:

"Chenghui, five taels of gold."

"If there is no king, then Feng, if there is no Feng, then Wang"

Han Changgong chewed these eight words over and over again, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

He looked at the fortune-teller and asked coldly:

"Who are you?"

"Why do you say that, sir?"

The fortune-teller stretched out his hand tremblingly: "Could it be that sir doesn't even have five taels of gold?"

Han Changgong's eyes outlined the appearance of the old man, but no matter how he calculated, this old man was just an ordinary person, without the slightest flaw.

From the qi and body, from the expression to the action, there was no flaw at all.

This situation happened, first, the old man's martial arts and physiognomy surpassed himself, and second, he was really an ordinary person.

His fingers trembled. He had never taken the initiative to attack others in his life. At this time, his heart was surging, but he wanted to take action.

But in the end, he raised his hand and reached into his bosom, took out a gold ingot from his bosom, and put it on the table:

"This is five taels of gold, old sir, keep it well"

The old man wiped his hand, put away the gold, and said leisurely:

"My lord doesn't seem to believe it."

Han Changgong looked calm, turned around and looked at the distant royal city, which was becoming more solemn and magnificent at dusk:

"Old sir, you calculated very well, but how can there be prosperity without a king? There has never been a country without a king in ancient and modern times. All the people in the world must be governed by the king's law. If there is no king, what kind of country is there?"

He sighed lightly and walked towards the royal city.

After walking for a long time, he heard the old voice coming from behind him:

"There has never been one in ancient and modern times, so there can't be one?"

Han Changgong was shocked and looked back. People were still walking on the long street at dusk, but the old man and the fortune-telling stall had disappeared without a trace.

It was as if they had never appeared.

For a moment, he felt that this long street was a bit unreal.

"Spiritual Art"

Han Changgong's eyes were filled with ripples, and he was shocked.

How many people in the world can silently influence his spirit?

Even the Wheel King and the Moon Worshiping Immortal who have achieved Taiyin Wuji may not be able to influence him so easily.

Wangquan Daoist?

A deep thought emerged in his heart.

He did not stop and walked into the shadows.

In a corner of the long street, on the three-story restaurant, An Qisheng sat by the window, looking at Han Changgong who was going away, and shook his head slightly.

The fortune-teller was naturally his handwriting.

Not long after he left Mozhou, he had already felt the changes in the qi, and vaguely sensed the drastic changes that were about to happen in Fengdu City.

Perhaps because of him, something that should not have happened so early happened ahead of time.

In the original trajectory, Han Changgong needed to wait for several years before he could vaguely sense the strange phenomenon in the royal city, and it took several more years to sense the source of the change in national destiny.

Han Changgong is indeed the best in the world in terms of aura. He locked the fate of the country with the aura of the royal city and almost killed many potential dragons in the world.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that the source of the national movement was the Dragon King Armor, a divine weapon of heaven and man. Otherwise, he might have reversed the national destiny.

He didn't know exactly what happened, but he knew that under the aura movement, the Dragon King Armor was born ahead of time. No one knew what happened afterwards.

It's just that the huge Fengdu City became a dead place overnight.

This Fengdu City, the center of Dafeng, the best place, and with a population of 50 million, became a ghost town.

Fengdu became Fengdu.

Such a tragic thing would be fine if he didn't know about it, but since he knew it, he naturally couldn't pretend not to know.

Gently tapping the table, An Qisheng looked at the royal city with a deep and unclear look:

"Dragon King Armor"

He didn't know what happened to Fengdu City in the original trajectory, but he thought it was inseparable from this divine weapon of heaven and man.

However, if this is the backlash of the divine weapon of heaven and man, then the power of the Dragon King Armor is too incredible.

It has been refined by the national destiny for two hundred years, and there is an old eunuch in the Taiyin Wuji realm who personally controls it. Can it still cause such great damage?

Or

"Sir, the wine you want comes from Fengzhou Ronghua Mansion. It is said that it is made by the secret brewing method taught by the world's number one master, Taoist Wang Quan"

The waiter came with a tray, placing the wine and food while smiling.

To see the king city crawling like an ancient beast under the gradually falling sky, An Qisheng smiled:

"Really? Then you have to taste it carefully"

The king city in the night is more alert.

In front of the moat, there were teams of soldiers on tall horses patrolling. On the city wall, there were masters from the East and West factories sitting, scanning the night.

Han Changgong stepped forward.

The young general guarding the royal city recognized him and was slightly surprised. Then he rode forward and said loudly:

"Sir Han, the king has exempted you from the right to enter the palace at any time. Night is coming. You are not allowed to enter the city without the king's summons!"

Han Changgong stopped and glanced at him indifferently:

"Will Han be unfavorable to the king?"

"I dare not."

The young general's face changed.

Not to mention that Han Changgong is a great master of the divine veins, even if he is a person who does not know martial arts, he is a minister of the king's hidden residence and the master of the Imperial Astronomical Observatory. He can't afford to offend him.

But he didn't dare to let him in.

"Then get out!"

Han Changgong raised his eyebrows and exuded a strong breath.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a cold current in the night, and the violent airflow pushed the young general and the people behind him several feet away.

Then, Han Changgong walked away with a wave of his sleeves.

On the city wall, the faces of the masters of the East and West factories also changed. One of them rose from the ground and rushed into the night to report to the king's city. The remaining dozen people jumped down from the city wall.

They stopped in front of Han Changgong.

"Lord Han, please wait, we have already reported to the king."

Several masters of the East and West factories stepped forward and spoke softly.

Although they are considered masters in the world, they are nothing compared to the great masters of the divine veins.

But they dare not leave their duties without permission.

"Get out of here."

Han Changgong's face was indifferent, and inexplicable emotions were surging in his heart.

"This"

"Lord Han"

"Please don't make it difficult for us"

Several masters of the East and West Factory all looked grim, in a dilemma.

"Lord Han, why are you so angry?"

A soft and sharp voice broke through the air.

When the voice was about to fall, a eunuch with a thin body and a handsome face like a woman was already standing on the top of the city.

"Yutian?"

Han Changgong looked cold: "Not to mention you, Cao Tiangang is still alive and he is not my opponent."

"Lord Han's martial arts are superb, Yutian naturally admires it."

Yutian smiled slightly and said:

"Dog slaves, why don't you make way for Lord Han to enter the palace."

Those few people were relieved as if they were pardoned, and hurriedly retreated.

Han Changgong ignored it and stepped into the royal city.

The royal city was brightly lit, and many soldiers patrolled everywhere, and there seemed to be human figures everywhere.

When night fell, some people couldn't sleep.

In the huge royal city, there are at least 30,000 eunuchs and tens of thousands of palace maids waiting to be summoned at any time.

When Han Changgong walked to the viewing platform.

He saw the bright and bright lights in the royal city at a glance.

King Feng stood in front of the mast of the Star Picking Platform with his hands behind his back. His expression was calm and he could not see his joy or anger. He just looked at Han Changgong who was standing in front of the viewing platform:

"Han Qing, it is late at night. You are not resting in the mansion. Come to see me, what is the important matter?"

His tone was flat, but with a hint of alienation.

Since more than a year ago, he has not actively summoned Han Changgong, and he has exempted him from the right to enter and exit the royal city at any time.

After nearly two years, he also saw Han Changgong for the first time.

"Your Majesty, you are not resting either."

Han Changgong's face was a little complicated.

Decades ago, when he and King Feng met, both of them were penniless. Decades later, both of them are top in the world, and their martial arts and status are not what they used to be.

But the relationship between the two is no longer the same as before.

"In the past twenty years, have I ever had a moment of rest?"

King Feng sighed and turned to look at Fengdu City under the night sky:

"Han Qing, to be honest with you, I have never believed in fate, even though I have known you for so many years"

Under the night sky, the red moon is flowing, covering the entire city with a layer of red makeup, and the twinkling lights are as beautiful as the starry sky.

"I don't believe it either."

Han Changgong stood quietly, his voice calm:

"Even Feng Shui luck varies from person to person and changes with the situation. The so-called destiny is just the trend of human nature. The world is ruthless, how can it care about the fate of all living beings?"

"Yes"

King Feng sighed lightly, and then slowly said: "Two hundred years ago, Taizu created this family business with great difficulty. Even if the world is full of snakes, this king can wipe them out one by one!"

Looking at the calm King Feng, Han Changgong lowered his eyes, and the last bit of luck in his heart disappeared:

"You, really know"

King Feng did not answer, turned to look at Han Changgong, his expression solemn:

"Are you willing to accompany this king to clean up the world again and create a great cause that has never been seen before and will never be seen again?"

Han Changgong did not answer either, and looked at Fengdu City under the night:

"Has the king ever asked the people of this world if they are willing?"

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