Sky War Soul

This is Chu Yun's second visit to the imperial city.

It is also the first time to visit the imperial city since the Longmen conference.

Inside and outside the Imperial City, it is still resplendent, with all kinds of sculptures and watches standing around, on which there seems to be a real dragon circling.

"Chu Yun, I will take you directly to see my father."

Fang Han walked in front of him with a serious expression.

For the royal family of the holy kingdom of yaochi, if it can absorb such arrogance as Chu Yun, it is absolutely a beautiful thing.

Chu Yun killed Hua Feilong, Hua Feihu and Xu Buwei at the Longmen conference. These three people are the top talents of Tianzong in yaochisheng.

But the three of them died in the same hand.

Chu Yun nodded, his mood calmed down, full of thinking about how to enter the imperial treasury.

No way. What Zhao tiehammer promised is too tempting.

A set of legendary spirit soldiers, the perfect structure portrayed on the body, and the level of blessing Jiufang purgatory tower to legendary spirit soldiers.

Looking at this world, no one will refuse this condition.

"If you want to find the hammer body of the Warhammer, you can't leak the news..."

Chu Yun is a little distressed. After all, hammer body is now in huangku. If other people know about this, Fang Wujing will certainly take this as a condition to coerce Warhammer state to build a legendary spirit soldier for him.

This is not a matter of good or bad nature. Fang Wujing is Mingjun and Xiaoxiong, so we can't judge them by pure good or bad for a long time.

What he did, anyone would do it.

"The third highness is back?"

"Ha ha, it's the third highness who has come back. Congratulations!"

"Report to your majesty, quickly!"

When they entered the palace, many eunuchs and bodyguards in rich clothes were beaming with joy.

Those who can work in the imperial palace will not be weak in the first place.

Some of these people have been in the imperial palace for decades, while others have lived for hundreds of thousands of years. It can be said that Fang Han was the one they watched growing up.

Now Fang Han comes back, they are very happy.

Before Fang Han came to the front of the hall, the news had already arrived early.

"Three highness, your majesty orders you to hurry in."

At the door stood a stout eunuch with gray hair and a brilliant smile.

"Thank you, Gonggong Hu. This is a treasure made by my master. It can clear your mind, clear your eyes and clear your mind. Please accept it!"

Fang Han hands back and takes a pill.

Chu Yun stood aside, shocked.

It's a pill made by the Taoist priest himself. In any case, it's time to have war products, isn't it?

As a matter of fact, Chu Yun was not wrong.

This is indeed a pill for war.

Seeing this, Hu Gonggong, the short and fat eunuch, narrowed his eyes and covered his mouth with a smile, saying: "ha ha ha ha ha, your third highness can remember the old slave. It's a great honor..."

He reached for the pill and danced excitedly like a meatball.

Fang Han smiled and walked inside.

Chuyun naturally wants to follow.

"Three highness, your majesty said, let you in alone."

Duke Hu reached out his hand to stop Chu Yun, and his face showed embarrassment: "please don't embarrass the old slave, your highness."

"I see. Please stay outside for a while."

Fang Han knows his father's mind and says nothing.

This time, Chu Yun was not directly summoned. First, he wanted to talk about some secret topics with himself. Second, he wanted to kill Chu Yun.

After all, at the dragon's gate conference, Chu Yun repeatedly collided with Fang Wujing, which made him very angry.

Chu Yun knows this, so he has no objection.

He stood in front of the main hall, his eyebrows furrowed and thoughtful.

Duke Hu's eyes fell on Chu Yun, and he smiled meaningfully: "Prince Chu's body has the meaning of sword and sword. He is invincible at the same level, and he uses the power of the devil and Buddha so wonderfully, which is really unpredictable. I wonder which forces can cultivate such a brilliant Tianjiao as the son of Chu? "

Although these words are like small talk, they are very inquisitive.

Chu Yun understood that the holy state of yaochi must have specially checked its own life experience.

Except for killing two patrol envoys and entering the patrol hall, any situation of oneself is as hazy as mist.

How terrible is the intelligence network of the holy land of yaochi! Digging three feet can dig out a person's life experience!

But when these information networks were applied to themselves, they failed.

It's no wonder there's suspicion.

No one knows the origin of Chu Yun or his purpose.

It's not easy to recruit a person into the imperial city.

In the face of Duke Hu's temptations, Chu Yun threw out his long prepared words: "I don't know my own life experience. Since I have my own memory, I have been practicing with my master in the mountains. My master, who has a wide range of spirits, taught me sword techniques, fought for me, and taught me the power of magic Buddha It was not until my realm came into the realm of creation that master allowed me to leave the deep mountains and go to practice in this great world... "

The old fox met the little fox.

Match the match.

Mr. Hu's pupils twinkled. He was very cunning. He didn't believe Chu Yun's words.

Follow master and practice in the mountains?

"Your master is so versatile that he should be very famous."

Mr. Hu's eyes are full of interest.

"I never know the name of Shifu. He just asked me to call him Shifu. As for the deep mountain of cultivation, the spirit is much stronger than here. I don't know the specific location. When I left the mountain that day, master also pushed me into the space crack and sent me out! "

Chu Yun's face was sincere, as if he had no intention.

Seeing Chu Yun's gesture, Hu Gong believed in it.

Is the spirit stronger than the palace?

There are not many such places in the whole society.

In other words, if what Chu Yun said is true, this place is likely to be a small world, or other planes or planets.

In this way, it makes sense.

Chu Yun is stubborn when he talks well, but stubborn when he talks hard.

Bad tempered, nine cows can't come back.

His Majesty's marriage, many people dream of things, he did not care, but also repeatedly refused.

If I had changed to someone else, I would have been killed!

But just because he didn't have any concealment to tell the truth, he was right in Mr. Hu's guess.

This kid has no idea. He is honest in his behavior.

All emotions are exposed outside, I am willing, not willing is not willing.

Therefore, he would stubbornly refuse his Majesty's kindness for many times.

It is precisely this kind of character that will never have any bad thoughts, just like a piece of white paper, which is still in the world.

"When I entered the tour hall, I felt that the treatment was pretty good, so I picked up my friends."

Seeing that Duke Hu was thoughtful, Chu Yun knew that he believed several percent of his words, so he deliberately threw out the following remarks.

"Your friends..."

There was a flash of imperceptible brilliance in Duke Hu's eyes, then he pretended not to care and asked: "I think their realm is very strong, even in the holy land of yaochi is Tianjiao with a name and surname, how do you get to know them?"

As one of several eunuchs in the Imperial Palace, Duke Hu controls a huge intelligence network. When he inquires about Chu Yun, he also explores other people.

Finally, it was found that Chu Yun was not only fascinated by his life experience, but also by other people.

It's a little confusing.

"I practice in the mountains and forests. Every few years, some old friends of master will come to visit me. They will let their disciples fight with me. Over the years, I have been used to it, and have a deep friendship with these people... "

Chu Yun said very seriously.

His heart, seven up and eight down.

Although Mr. Hu's eyes are muddy, they are full of pure light.

Any lie in front of him will be impossible to hide.

"Those people are all mysterious?"

Duke Hu was a little surprised. If he was just a chuyun, he might have been a disciple of an eminent man from outside the world.

Those extraterrestrials are mysterious. No one knows their temperament when they are separated from the world.

It's not impossible to receive a disciple to give advice in the mountains.

As he said, so do other friends.

It's hard not to be successful. These are some worldly elites who have made a gambling agreement?

Each of them will take some disciples. Every few years, they will try together to see who is better.

Although there is no basis for this conjecture, it is neither ridiculous nor absurd.

……

"Father."

Fang Han walked into it, looking at the back in front of him, his heart felt excited.

He hasn't returned home for many years since he went to daomen to practice.

"Han er."

Fang Wujing turned around, with a touch of love in his eyes, and went to look at Fang Han deeply: "yes, compared with the spirit of that year, it seems that the cultivation in Taoism is pretty good."

"Shifu is nice to me. He takes care of everything..."

When Fang Han said that, there was a deep doubt in his eyes: "father, there has been a problem in my child's heart..."

"But it doesn't matter."

Fang Wujing nodded quietly.

"You and Shifu are old friends. When he said he would take me away, the father didn't stop him. Over the years, Shifu has been giving me all his money. But he still refuses to give me one move... "

Fang Han whispered.

"Is it alchemy?"

Fang Wujing seems to guess the meaning of Fang Han.

"Yes, the alchemy. Shifu always refuses to teach me, but other senior brothers and sisters have taught me..."

Fang Han's eyebrows wrinkled, a little distressed.

Fang Wujing said with a faint smile, "han'er, you must remember that you can cultivate whatever he teaches you. If he doesn't teach you, there is a reason why he doesn't teach you."

"Yes, father."

Fang Han was awestruck. It seems that his father could see it better than himself.

"How long is it to go before the Taoists fight?"

Fang Wujing pulls Fang Han, sits down beside the desk and asks.

"About a hundred years."

Fang Han replied.

"A hundred years..."

Fang Wujing thought for a while, then smiled and asked again, "have you asked about that? What attitude does the Taoist hold?"

"Master, he..."

Fang Han didn't hesitate and told the whole story.