The Great Tao Chronicle

Han Changgong's heart trembled, but he glanced deeply at the old fortune-teller with a calm expression on his face.

The muscles and bones are loose and loose, and it seems that there is no half-like internal force and true qi fluctuations.

In his eyes, Qi Qi is also ordinary.

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

Han Changgong lowered his eyes and asked lightly:

"Then as the old gentleman said, how to solve this calamity?"

"Hard and difficult, easy and easy"

The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, took the pen, lightly dipped in ink, and swiped on the paper:

"If this is the case, then this catastrophe will be over and everything will be fine."

rich?

rich!

When the king shows his head and tail, he is rich?

Seeing the scarlet vertical stroke running through the beginning and end of Wang's character, Han Changgong's heart turned violent.

"Abundant, Sheng Ye, Mao Ye! On a piece of paper, if there is no king, there will be abundance, and if there is no abundance, then the king will be king."

The old man put his pen into the barrel and said lightly:

"Chenghui, five taels of gold."

"If there is no king, there is abundance, and if there is no abundance, then the king"

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

He looked at the old fortune teller and asked coldly:

"who are you?"

"Why did your lord say this?"

The old fortune teller stretched out his hand tremblingly: "Could it be that the adults don't even have five taels of gold?"

Han Changgong's eyes outlined the appearance of the old man, but let him figure it out, this old man is just an ordinary person, without the slightest flaw.

From the qi machine itself, from the expression to the movement, there is no flaw in it.

For this to happen, firstly, the old man's martial arts and physiognomy surpassed him, and secondly, he was really an ordinary person.

His fingers trembled. He had never taken the initiative to move someone's hand in his life. At this time, his heart was full of excitement, but he wanted to make a move.

But in the end, his raised hand still stretched into his arms, took out an ingot of gold from his arms, and placed it on the table:

"This is five taels of gold, the old gentleman has collected it"

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

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

Han Changgong's expression was indifferent, and he turned to look at the more solemn and magnificent royal city in the distance under the dusk:

"Old gentleman, your calculation is very good, but, where will the wealth come from without a king? There has never been a kingdom without a king in ancient times and today. All the people in the world must be ruled by the law of the king. If there is no king, what kind of country is there?"

He sighed softly and walked towards the king city.

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

"Isn't it possible that it has not existed in the past and present?"

Han Changgong's body was shocked, and when he looked back, people were still walking along the long street at dusk, but the old man, the fortune-teller, had disappeared without a trace.

As if it never happened.

For a time, he actually felt that the long street was a bit illusory.

"Spiritual Magic"

There was a ripple in the depths of Han Changgong's eyes, shocked.

How many people in the world can silently influence their own spirit?

Even the wheel-turning king and the real person worshipping the moon, who have achieved Taiyin Promise, may not be able to influence themselves so easily.

Daoist king?

There was a deep thought in his heart.

Don't stop, walk into the shadows.

On the corner of the long street, above the three-storey restaurant, An Qisheng sat by the window and shook his head slightly as he looked at the Hantang Palace in the distance.

The old fortune teller is naturally his handwriting.

Not long after he left Mozhou, he had already felt the changes in his energy and faintly sensed the drastic changes that were about to take place in Fengdu City.

Perhaps because of his reasons, things that should not have happened so early happened earlier.

In the original trajectory, it took Han Changgong several years to faintly perceive the vision of the king's city, and it took several years to perceive the source of the change in the national fortune.

Han Changgong is worthy of being the number one in the world. He locked the country's fortunes with the aura of the king's city, and almost killed many hidden dragons in the world.

It's a pity that 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 turned the country around.

He didn't know exactly what happened, but he knew that under the turbulent qi movement, the Dragon King Armor was born ahead of schedule, and no one knew what happened after that.

It's just that this huge city of Fengdu became a dead place overnight.

This Dafeng Center, the first good place, and the Fengdu City with a population of 50 million, has become a ghost town.

Fengdu became Fengdu.

Such a tragic event, if he doesn't know it, it's fine. Now that he knows it, he can't pretend he doesn't know it.

Gently tapping on the desktop, An Qisheng looked at Wang Cheng with a dark and incomprehensible gaze:

"Dragon King Armor"

He didn't know what happened to Fengdu City in the original trajectory, but he wanted to come and have something to do with the gods and soldiers of this day.

However, if it is said that this is the backlash of the gods and gods, then the power of this dragon king's armor is too incredible.

It has been refined by Guoyun for two hundred years, and there is an old **** in the realm of Taiyin who has mastered it personally. How can it cause such great damage?

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"Guest officer, the wine you want, this wine, comes from Fengzhou Ronghua Mansion. It is said to be the best master in the world, and the secret method of winemaking once taught by Daoist Wangquan."

Little Er came with a tray, placed wine and vegetables, and said with a smile.

Looking at the city that was crawling like an ancient beast under the sky, An Qisheng smiled:

"Really? Then you should have a good taste."

In the darkness of night, the royal city was even more vigilant.

In front of the moat, there are teams of armored soldiers riding high-headed horses patrolling. On the city wall, there are also experts from the East and West factories sitting in town, scanning the night.

Han Taste Palace stepped forward.

The young general guarding the royal city recognized him and was slightly startled, then slapped the horse and said loudly:

"Master Han, Your Majesty has waived your right to enter the palace at any time. Night is coming, and you will not be allowed to enter the city without your Majesty's summons!"

Han Changgong stopped and glanced at him lightly:

"Could it be that Han would be detrimental to the king?"

"Don't dare."

The boy's expression changed.

Not to mention that Han Changgong is a great master of divine veins, he is a person who does not know martial arts, and because he is the minister of Wang Shangqian's residence and the status of the supervisor of Qin Tian, ​​he can't afford to offend him.

But he didn't dare to let him in.

"Then go away!"

Han Changgong raised his eyebrows, and his breath was full of energy.

In an instant, there seemed to be a hurricane of cold current in the night, and the wicked air flow pushed the young general and the men and horses behind him a few feet away.

Then, Han Changgong walked away.

Above 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 or so people went up and down from the city wall.

Stopped in front of Han Taste Palace.

"Master Han, please wait a moment, I have already gone to inform the king"

Several experts from the East-West Factory bravely stepped forward and spoke softly.

Although they can be considered experts in the arena, but compared to the great masters of the divine veins, they are nothing.

Just because of the duty, he did not dare to leave his post without permission.

"Go away."

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

"This"

"Master Han"

"Don't make it difficult for me to wait"

All the masters of the tool factory all had ugly faces and were in a dilemma.

"Master Han, why are you so angry?"

A soft, high-pitched voice broke through the air.

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

"Yutian?"

Han Changgong's face was cold: "Don't say it's you, Cao Tiangang is still alive and not my opponent."

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

Yutian smiled slightly and said:

"The dog slaves will not let the road open and let Lord Han enter the palace."

Those few people felt relieved, and hurriedly retreated.

Han Changgong ignored it and stepped into the royal city.

The lights in the royal city were bright, and many soldiers patrolled everywhere, and there seemed to be people flickering everywhere.

When night falls, some people can't sleep.

There are at least 30,000 eunuchs and tens of thousands of palace maids in the city of the Great King, waiting to be summoned at any time.

When Hanchang Palace walks to the viewing platform.

At a glance, you can see the bright lights in the royal city as bright as day.

Feng Wang stood in front of the mast of the Star Zhaitai with his hands behind his back, his expression was calm and he could not show his anger or anger, but he just looked at the Han Taste Palace in front of the viewing platform lightly:

"Han Qing, it's getting dark, I'm not resting in the mansion, I'm here to see this king, but what's the important thing?"

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

Since more than a year ago, he has not taken the initiative to summon Han Chang Palace, and he has been exempted from the right to enter and leave the royal city at any time.

Nearly two years later, he also saw Han Chang Palace for the first time.

"Your Majesty is not resting"

Han Changgong's expression was a little complicated.

Decades ago, when he and King Feng met, both of them were penniless. After decades, both of them were at the top of the world, regardless of martial arts or status.

But the relationship between the two is no longer what it used to be.

"In the past 20 years, why has the widow ever had a moment of rest?"

Feng Wang sighed softly and turned to look at Fengdu City under the night:

"Han Qing, to tell you the truth, widows have never believed in fate, even after knowing you for so many years."

Under the night, the red moon flows down, covering the whole city with a layer of red makeup, and the lights flicker as beautiful as the stars.

"I don't believe it either."

Han Chang Gong stood quietly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a calm voice:

"Even feng shui and luck are different from person to person, and it is easy to change according to the situation. The so-called destiny is only the situation of humanity. The world is ruthless.

"Yes"

King Feng sighed softly before slowly saying: "Two hundred years ago, Taizu Yulu Lanlui created this family business, even if all the snakes in the world rise together, this king can be wiped out one by one!"

Looking at King Feng with a calm expression, Han Changgong lowered his gaze, and the last trace of luck in his heart disappeared:

"You really know"

King Feng didn't answer, and turned to look at Han Chang Palace with a solemn expression:

"Would you like to accompany this king to clean up the world again, and create a great achievement that has never been seen before and never came after?"

Han Changgong didn't answer, and looked at Fengdu City under the night:

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