The Great Tao Chronicle

The aftermath of the Battle of Mozhou and Hanhai is still spreading freely, and the news spreads around the world with wings, further causing a bigger sensation.

In Fengdu City, Zhu Zhengqing, the new commander of Jinyiwei, took the message from Jinyu Ying and popped a pill to it.

Only when he really became the commander of Jinyiwei did Zhu Zhengqing realize how troublesome it was.

At the same time of high weight, it is also walking on thin ice.

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

uh~

The golden feather eagle rose into the sky and disappeared into the sky as a golden light.

"It's an eventful autumn"

Holding the letter, Zhu Zhengqing sighed before reading it.

In less than a month before and after, the seven great greats of Hanhai gathered together, the first battle in the world of Hanhai changed hands, and the Daqimen underground palace suspected of being inherited by the soldier came into the world.

It made him feel like a storm was coming.

Especially when An Qisheng, the Taoist priest of Wang Quan, killed Pang Wanyang and became the number one person in the world in one fell swoop, which has caused panic in the courtroom.

Even he was apprehensive.

This newly promoted No. 1 in the world is extremely incompatible with the imperial court.

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

In the battle that day, he had seen from a distance that his mind was taken away, that old Taoist, not to mention arrogant and outrageous, was a real generation without a king and no father.

"Ugh"

With a sigh, he unfolded the letter raft.

Just looking at it, the hand is shaking.

Not far away, Gan Cang, the newly appointed deputy commander of Jinyiwei, was surprised when he saw his paleness, and took two steps forward and asked, "Dare to ask your lord, what happened?"

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

Zhu Zhengqing's face was a little ugly:

"Jinyiwei's spies discovered the trace of his red horse. He did not return to Wangquan Mountain outside of Mozhou, but came in the direction of Zhongzhou."

Since the battle before Fengdu City.

An Qisheng's weight in the heart of the court climbed to the top. I don't know how many spies were watching his movements. Although he dared not follow his martial arts skills, he would definitely be discovered in any city that he entered.

Of course, this requires the person who doesn't want to hide his traces, otherwise, few people in the world will be able to find his whereabouts.

But obviously, the Daoist Wang Quan didn't care whether his whereabouts would be exposed.

After killing Pang Wanyang, there is no one in the world who is his opponent, and it is impossible for anyone to hurt him.

"what?"

Gan Cang's complexion also changed greatly. As the deputy commander of Jin Yiwei, if he came again, wouldn't he have to go up?

Yang Ling's lessons are not far away, how could he dare to face that terrifying Taoist?

In a blink of an eye, he calmed his mind and said, "There are You, Qing, Liang and other states along the way from Mozhou to Zhongzhou, and I don't know who came from Zhongzhou. Yes, it may not be difficult for me to wait?"

"What's more, he has already established a sect to recruit disciples. It is impossible for him to have no scruples, angering the court, and his sect will be destroyed in a day."

"Hopefully he'll be afraid."

Zhu Zhengqing restrained his thoughts, and shook his head with a dignified expression, very worried:

"It's just that if this Daoist Wang Quan comes to Zhongzhou, it is no less than the Golden Wolf Kingdom's closure. It is not a trivial matter. Even if it is a big deal, it needs to be reported to the king."

Gan Cang nodded:

"Yes, I really need to let the king know. By the way, I also need to inform several other adults."

"You go, I want to enter the palace."

Zhu Zhengqing sighed, got up, changed into court clothes, and entered the palace by himself.

in the royal city.

In the empty hall, there was a low knocking sound.

da da da~

Feng Wang lightly buckled the back of the chair, his eyes were dim and difficult to understand: "Wangquan Daoist"

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

"I have been in Dafeng for more than two hundred years. This king has worked hard for decades, but in front of such an old Taoist who has only risen for more than three years, all grass and trees are soldiers. It's really funny."

At a certain moment, King Feng suddenly laughed, and the laughter swept across the entire hall like a cold wave:

"Taizu is right, if you want to rule the world, only the national power is not enough, you must have the force to deter the world, and you must have the power to overwhelm the world!"

One person against one country.

For tens of thousands of years, there has never been a lack of this example.

For people in the martial arts, this is a word that makes them awe, admire, and hope, but for him, the master of a country, it is unbearable and naked humiliation.

Two hundred years of Dafeng, generations of hard work, millions of troops, the first national strength of the Seven Kingdoms, actually felt powerless when facing one person.

How absurd is this?

How ridiculous?

What a shame?

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

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

Is it because of this that he has to forcibly refine the divine weapons at the cost of national fortune?

He could feel Zhu Zhengqing hurriedly entering the royal city, and he could feel his solemnity.

From a distance of tens of thousands of miles, he can already be forced to become a first-rank court, and the commander of Jinyiwei, who is under one person and over ten million people, panicked in his heart, and the number one violent institution in the world was shaking.

This scene stabbed in his heart like a knife, which made him sad, and there was a touch of anger that could not be concealed.

Even compared to the battle before Fengdu City, it made him angry.

Click!

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

"The King Can't Be Humiliated"

“Freshly Baked Buns”

"The best rouge gouache from Yanzhou, all the guests bought it for your favorite girl, ma'am"

"Just picked, hundreds of years old yam, a good thing for replenishing energy and qi"

"The best Xuanzhou brocade cloth is available in various colors."

Even when it was almost dusk, Fengdu City was still very lively, and the air was full of the clamor of hawkers and the aroma of various foods.

In Fengdu City, there are many special items from all over the world and countless state capitals. The most prosperous is that most of the pedestrians are wearing silk and brocade clothes.

The complexion and spirit are also better than those of other state capitals, and the demeanor is naturally far better than other state capitals.

Walking on the long street, Han Chang Palace felt the hustle and bustle in the long street, and his mind was very peaceful.

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

Men in green shirts accompany them to read books and drink tea. The merchants who come and go are selling the specialties of various states. Pedestrians on the street are discussing the basics of clothing, food, housing, and transportation. The girl of which house was born beautiful, and the mother-in-law of which house was cut alive for not abiding by women's ethics.

All living beings, one by one, flowed through his heart.

And this is just the surface.

He has already reached a very high level in his qi-watching technique. Just by listening to a person's voice and feeling his breath, he can feel his person's identity, achievements, and even the 'Qi'.

"It's a long street, there are as many as twenty children who died, and dozens of people were robbed, catastrophe, catastrophe"

There were ripples in Han Changgong's heart.

Since the Battle of Fengdu, he has rarely retreated, and every day he has to walk on the long street for three hours. In a flash, it has been two years.

And in the past two years, the people he watched, the energy of hope, was far more than a hundred times, a thousand times, and the fifty million people in Fengdu City, he was a tenth of the two years.

The qi of millions of people is insignificant compared to the people in the whole world. However, in the past two years, he really felt something different.

From all walks of life, men and women, young and old, merchants and pawns, and dignitaries, he has seen something vaguely.

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

The arrogance of thousands of people in Fengdu City, to a certain extent, reflects the problem of the dragon head.

That problem, as expected, is not in the people, but in,

Empire!

"Empire"

Slowly opening his eyes, looking at the location of the royal city, Han Changgong's expression was a little dazed.

In the middle of the long street, there was a rush of people, but he felt lonely, as if he was alone in the wilderness, and he was alone in the vast world.

I can't remember when the cold and heat did not invade my body, but I felt the slightest coolness at this time.

"It's so cold"

Tightening his shirt slightly, Han Changgong sighed and walked towards the palace.

Walking through two streets, when the outline of the king's city could be seen in the distance, a voice suddenly came and called him.

"My lord, this lord, stay here"

The voice is a little old.

Han Changgong looked back.

It was a stall on the side of the road. Sitting behind the stall was a man who seemed to be very old. Beside him, there was a flag standing up. It counted a hundred years before the book was written, and a hundred years later.

"Sir, please."

Han Changgong looked at this kind of dress. Before he met King Feng, he also walked around the world in this dress.

"My lord, your eyebrows are dark, I'm afraid that there will be a disaster of blood and death!"

The old man half-squinted his eyes and said tremblingly.

"The disaster of blood, the disaster of murder?"

Han Changgong laughed dumbly.

He has been famous for decades, and his qi technique is unparalleled in the world. His fame once surpassed that of the world's number one fortune-telling master, Praying to the Moon.

I don't remember how long it was when no one spoke to him in this tone.

But with a smile, the smile on his face disappeared:

"What did the old gentleman see? If there is a disaster ~www.readwn.com~ how should it be resolved?"

"Please write one more word."

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

Han Tanggong felt something, and wrote a word at random.

"Wang? Good calligraphy and good calligraphy."

The old man seemed a little surprised.

"What is the meaning of this word?"

Han Changgong looked at the old man with a slightly relieved state of mind.

"Why?"

The old man shook his head: "What the lord wrote is clearly a worry in his heart, and naturally it is also the place of catastrophe!"

"Ok?!"

Han Changgong's pupils shrank.