The Great Tao Chronicle

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Fengdu is located in the middle of Zhongzhou, and Wangcheng is in the middle of Fengdu, facing south.

Outside the royal city, there is a huge empty square.

Above the square is a piece of slate with clear stripes, like white jade. This kind of white jade slate is produced in the mountains of Youzhou. It is not only tough and beautiful, but it is even more integrated when it is paved. It is the melting snow. Not a single trace penetrated into the ground.

Outside the Royal City, there are elite guards from the Shenji Battalion who are wearing armor and riding a BMW every day. In the towering towers of the Royal City, there are also masters from the Dongxi Factory who work in shifts day and night, and the guards are extremely strict.

Even the carriage of the Hantang Palace has to go through a lot of inspections when it comes here.

"Master Han, I'm offended."

The curtain was lowered, and the young general in black armor bowed and retreated.

Han Changgong waved his hand and looked at Wangcheng.

Fengdu is the center of Dafeng, the king city, and the place where Dafeng's luck converges. In his eyes, it is like a divine dragon that swallows the sun and the moon, sacred and mighty.

He has traveled through various countries, and no country can compare with the prosperity of Dafeng.

Dafeng's fortune was magnificent, and Dafeng's national fortune was at its peak, and there are still at least four hundred years of national destiny.

but......

There was a haze in Han Changgong's deep eyes.

"What is it that affects the country's fortune..."

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

Dafeng's fortune was cooking oil with fire. Even if Fengdu City lost its majesty in the first battle, it did not damage the country's capital. However, he could see that the prosperity of the country was passing and dissipating.

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

However, the fate of luck is mysterious and mysterious, and the fate of the country is even more difficult to know. He can deduce the rise and fall of the fate of the country, but it is impossible to be specific in every aspect.

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

Tread~~~

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

In the empty hall, solemn and noble.

The elder who was pulled by the shadow of Han Chang Palace.

On the throne, King Feng waved his hand:

"Give a seat!"

The two eunuchs immediately brought chairs.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Han Changgong bowed slightly and sat down.

"Han Qing shouldn't take risks."

Feng Wang sighed slightly, his expression a little sad:

"You and the Taishi are both the secret servants of the widow. The master has left the widow. If you have an emergency, the widow will be the real widow..."

"Your Majesty's condolences."

Han Changgong's eyes dimmed slightly.

He and Ji Chonghua have been friends for many years. Although they have different political opinions, he also despises him quite a bit, but they also have friendship to some extent.

After he left the customs, he also went to see Ji Chonghua, but unfortunately Ji Chonghua didn't believe in Feng Shui and luck, and he had nothing to do.

"Han Qing has seen that person, can he gain something?"

Feng Wang's face was condensed, and he spoke lightly.

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

"That person is quite friendly to Han Qing..."

There was a ripple in King Feng's eyes. Seeing that Han Changgong's expression did not change, he turned and said:

"Have you ever read Han Qing wrong? There is absolutely no problem with that Daoist becoming a divine vein, but his Tianshou is only a tad long?"

"There may be discrepancies, but that's roughly the case."

Han Changgong nodded slightly and said.

"One Jiazi, One Jiazi..."

Feng Wang tapped the back of the chair, his expression subtle and thoughtful.

He naturally believed in Han Chang Palace very much. The reason why he went from a poor prince who had no intention of taking the throne to where he is today is because of Han Chang Palace's great contribution.

It's just that Tianshou is only a tad long.

Could it be that the Taoist did not break through the divine veins?

"Kings!"

Seeing King Feng pondering, Han Changgong was silent for a moment, but he still spoke:

"Wei Chen has been in seclusion for more than a year, and he has already deduced the fate of the seventy-three states. Except for Zhongzhou, there are seventy-two Jiaolongs in all the states. Among them, there are Jiaoyouliang, Youyou, Zhi, Yan, which are likely to transform into dragons. Qiwuzhou......”

Seeing that the country's fortune is shaky, he has been in seclusion for more than a year, and he is peeping at the earth's fortune for King Feng and looking for a hidden dragon.

pat~

Knocking on the back of the chair, King Feng's eyes drooped down, with a condensed light:

"Liangzhou Huangjue Temple, Youzhou Dalongmen, Zhizhou Zhengang Road, Yanzhou Extreme Shenzong, Qizhou, Wanjian Mountain Villa... Sure enough, these five sects are the most threatening... .."

The strength of Dafeng martial arts is the crown of all countries.

These five sects all have divine veins, and Mu Qingfeng of Wanjian Villa is an unparalleled master who ranks second only to Pang Wanyang of the Six Prison Demon Sect.

The name is bigger than the old monk Yixiu of Huangjue Temple.

"Although there are many Jiaolong in various places, Liang, You, Zhi, Yan, Qi Wuzhou Qianlong has the potential to become a Jiaolong, but as long as the country's luck is stable, whether it is a Jiaolong or a Qianlong, it is absolutely impossible to threaten my Dafeng! "

Han Taste Palace looked solemn:

"The reason why Zhuzhou can transform into a hidden dragon is nothing more than the fact that my Dafeng country is swaying and denies the origin of the land..."

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

"According to Han Qing's intention, how should it be?"

"First, the war with the Golden Wolf Kingdom is about to stop, and second, it is the intention of the king to give up the world's swords and soldiers, and third, light corvee service, low taxation, and kindness to the people... "

Han Changgong stood up and said ten things eloquently.

King Feng followed his good deeds and wrote down one by one:

"Han Qing said that the few people quite agree with it, but it's just that it needs to be discussed with all the ministers in the courtroom tomorrow."

"That's natural."

Han Changgong bowed his hands slightly: "Wei ministers are no more than a warlock. How to govern is naturally up to His Majesty and the ministers to decide."

Having said this, Han Changgong paused.

Then he looked directly at King Feng and said:

"Twenty years of no war in the country, no catastrophe or catastrophe in the sky, and peace in the world, the reason why the national movement is shaken is not from outside, but from inside!

Your Majesty, please let the minister deduce the royal city,

Find the culprit of the movement abroad! "

The sonorous sound fell to the ground.

Before even listening to the ten points, he nodded in agreement, being as good as King Liu Feng, but at this moment, his face changed.

call!

In the empty hall, there seems to be a gust of wind wrinkling, and the Han taste palace's court clothes are blowing hunting.

Feng Wang lowered his eyes, covering his sharp eyes.

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

"No!"

"Kings!"

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

A very incredible thought flashed in his mind: 'Does he know something? ’

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

King Feng held his forehead in his hand and said lightly.

Han Changgong's eyes narrowed, only to feel that the hall was suddenly cold and cold, and the light fell on Feng Wang through the screen, which seemed a little cloudy and uncertain.

For the first time, he felt a little strange.

"minister......"

Han Changgong cupped his hands and bowed his head:

"Retire!"

Peace was restored in the hall, and after a long time, a long sigh suddenly disappeared:

"The widow..."

........

In the middle of winter, Nanliang City was quite lively.

Especially after the reopening of Yangxiaotang, it was overcrowded. Amid the clamor, a few busy girls kicked the back of their heads and sweated profusely.

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

It has been more than three months since he separated from An Qisheng last time, but he has not lost anything except to bring back a group of cooks who were threatened and intimidated away. hands and feet.

Yang Xiaotang's food and drinks are always top-notch, and even in the royal city, it may not be comparable. In addition, over the past few months, An Qisheng has become famous, and there are many people in the martial arts who come to Nanliang County every day.

There are naturally many more guests in Yangxiao Hall.

Snapped!

In the middle of the restaurant, on the sparsely built high platform, a storyteller slapped the wood and shouted loudly:

"That peerless demon Feng Qingxuan came alone, killing many masters along the way, even the eminent monks of Huangjue Temple were killed by this devil!

Xia Wang Ye was seriously injured by a plot, the situation is urgent, and the heroes in front of the chivalrous door can be said to be in danger!

At this moment, I only heard the sound of a dragon breaking through the air, and the dust was rolling on the official road in the distance! One person, one red horse, yes, come from nowhere! "

Snapped!

Wake up and beat the table!

The storyteller wiped his beard, smiled and cupped his hands: "Everyone, if you want to hear what you say, please come early tomorrow!"

"Shut up!"

Suddenly there was boos in the restaurant.

A guest slapped his thigh: "Lao Qi, you are a special mother, stop fooling Lao Tzu here, not afraid that Lao Tzu will tear you apart and eat it!"

"That's right, there are so many of us, I'm afraid we won't be able to drown you with just one mouthful of saliva!"

"Lao Qi, if your mother wants to reward you, just say that you are fooling the ghost!"

"Rewarded!"

The other guests laughed and yelled, but no one was making trouble.

First, I heard that books are fun, and secondly, this storyteller, Lao Qi, is not a good stalker either. If he can go all the way to storytelling, how can he do it all at once?

More importantly, here is Yang Xiaotang.

Although the name of the Gorefiend has been washed away by the spread of the beggar gang, chivalrous door, Huangjue Temple, etc., but no one will forget that the name of this grandfather is the life of thousands of people. raised.

Therefore, after a while of laughing and scolding, urging and shouting, many people threw a lot of copper coins on it.

"Hey!"

The storyteller shook his hand, and the silver coins that were flying all over the sky were put into his sleeves by him.

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

Someone could not help but applaud.

There were more than 20 high-rollers who rewarded silver coins in the past~www.readwn.com~ in all directions, scattered silver coins, and pocketed them in one go is not something that anyone can do.

"Thank you for your reward!"

The storyteller first thanked him with his hands, and then smiled "hehe":

"Can the storyteller be fooled?"

Tie Shan also frowned and wanted to urge the storyteller, but suddenly his eyes narrowed and he saw several figures running in.

"what?"

Tieshan was startled and saw two little guys running in.

Although he hadn't seen each other for a long time, he still recognized at a glance that these two little guys were Jiang Tingting and Zhang Haohao.

"Tie Shan, long time no see."

Just as he was about to get up, a palm landed on his shoulder and patted it lightly.

He looked back.

At some point, a white-robed Taoist was already standing beside him, and at this moment, he was looking at him with a smile.