The aftermath of the Battle of the Mozhou Sea was still spreading freely, and the news spread all over the world with wings, further causing a greater sensation.

In Fengdu City, Zhu Zhengqing, the new commander of the Jinyiwei, took off the news from the Golden Feather Eagle and popped up a pill for it.

Only when he truly became the commander of the Jinyiwei, Zhu Zhengqing realized what a headache this was.

While having a high position and a heavy weight, it is also like walking on thin ice.

Especially when his strength is far from comparable to his ex.

Trepid ~

The golden-feathered eagle soared into the sky and turned into a golden light and disappeared into the clouds.

“It’s really a turbulent time…”

Holding the letter, Zhu Zhengqing sighed before he could see it.

In less than a month before and after, the seven tops of the vast sea gathered together. The world's number one change of masters in the battle, and the Daqimen underground palace, which is suspected to be inherited by the soldiers, appeared. Any of them could be considered earth-shaking news, but it happened one after another.

It made him feel like a storm was coming.

Especially the fact that the king's Taoist An Qisheng, who fought and killed Pang Wanyang, had already caused panic in the court.

Even he was nervous.

This newly promoted world number one is extremely inconsistent with the imperial court.

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

He had seen the battle that day from afar and his mind was robbed by it. Not only was the old Taoist priest so powerful, he was a true man without a king or a father.

"well......."

Sighing, he unfolded the letter raft.

Just one look, my hands trembled.

Not far away, Gan Cang, the new deputy commander of the Jinyiwei, was shocked when he saw that he was so shameless. He took two steps forward and asked, "Dare you ask, what happened?"

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

Zhu Zhengqing's face looked a little ugly:

"The spy from the Jinyiwei discovered the trace of his red horse. He left Mozhou without returning to Wangquan Mountain, but came towards Zhongzhou..."

Since the battle before Fengdu City.

An Qisheng's weight in the court's heart rose to the top. I don't know how many spies were observing his movements. Although he didn't dare to follow his martial arts, he would definitely be discovered if he could enter any city.

Of course, the man did not want to hide his whereabouts, otherwise, few people in the world would be able to discover his whereabouts.

But it is obvious that the Taoist Wang Quan didn't care whether his whereabouts would be exposed.

After killing Pang Wanyang, no one in the world was his opponent, and no one could hurt him.

"What?"

Gan Cang's expression also changed drastically. As the deputy commander of the Jinyiwei, if he came again, wouldn't he have to take it?

Yang Ling’s previous lessons are not far away, so how dare he face that terrifying Taoist?

In a blink of an eye, he calmed down and said, "There are You, Qing, Liang and other states along the way from Zhongzhou. It is not clear that the one who came to Zhongzhou was from Zhongzhou. Even if he came to Zhongzhou, he might have been from the Chivalrous Sect. He might not be embarrassed with us, right?"

"What's more, he has already established a sect to recruit disciples. It is impossible for him to be irresponsible and annoyed the court. His sect will be destroyed in one day..."

"I hope he will be afraid..."

Zhu Zhengqing restrained his thoughts, and his face still shook his head with a serious expression, and he was very worried:

"But if this kingly Taoist came to Zhongzhou, it would be no less than the Golden Wolf Kingdom's imprisonment. It is not a trivial matter. Even if you make a big deal, you have to report this matter to the king..."

Gan Cang nodded:

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

"You go, I'm going to enter the palace."

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

In the royal city.

In the empty hall, there were low knocks.

Dada dada~~~

King Feng lightly buckles the back of the chair, his eyes are deep and hard to understand: "Daoist Wang Quan..."

Zhu Zhengqing had already learned about the news before he received the Golden Feather Eagle.

"I have been in Dafeng for two hundred years. I have worked hard for decades to govern, but I have been in front of such an old Taoist priest who has risen for more than three years. It's so funny..."

At one moment, King Feng suddenly laughed, and his laughter slashed across the hall like a cold wave:

"Taizu said it right. If you want to unify the world, the national strength is not enough. You also need the force to intimidate the world and the power to overthrow the world!"

One person is against another country.

This example has never been lacking for tens of thousands of years.

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

In the past two hundred years of Dafeng, he worked hard for the rule of the generations. Millions of troops and the national strength of the seven countries was the best. He felt powerless when facing a person.

How ridiculous is this?

How ridiculous?

What a shame?

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

Back then, when Taizu Dafeng faced those great masters of the divine vein, he was forced by an old monk to lose his decision-making power in a state. Is Taizu who is like himself now?

Is it because of this that he was forced to refine the divine weapons of heaven and man at the cost of his national destiny?

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

Tens of thousands of miles away, the commander of the Jinyiwei, who was able to force the first-class person in the dynasty, was panicked, and the world's number one violent agency was the most popular one.

This scene stabbed his heart like a knife, which made him sad and even more unconcealed anger.

Even the battle before Fengdu City made him angry.

Click!

His 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 cannot be humiliated..."

...........

“Freshly baked buns…”

"The best rouge powder from Yanzhou, please buy it for your favorite girl and lady..."

"I just picked old yams for hundreds of years, good things that nourish the essence and strengthen the qi..."

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

Even though it was almost dusk, the city of Fengdu was still very lively, with the air full of hawkers hawking and the aroma of various foods.

The city of Fengdu is full of special items from all over the world and countless prefectures, which are the most prosperous, but most of the people coming and going are wearing silk and brocade clothes.

His complexion and spirit are better than visitors from other prefectures, and his style is naturally far better than other prefectures.

Han Tinggong walked on the long street, feeling the noise in the long street, and his mind was very quiet.

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

The scholars in green clothes read and tasted tea, the merchants were selling specialties from each state, the pedestrians on the street discussed food, clothing, housing and transportation, which women were beautiful, and the wives of which were not virtuous and were cut alive...

All kinds of sentient beings flow through their hearts one by one.

And this is just the surface.

His qi-seeking technique has already reached an extremely high level. He just needs to listen to people's voices and feel their breath, and then he can feel his identity, achievements, and even "qi" as a result.

"There are about twenty children who died in the long street, and dozens of people have suffered disasters. It is a disaster, a disaster..."

There were ripples in Han Changgong's heart.

Since the Battle of Fengdu, he rarely went into seclusion and would come to the long street for three hours every day. In a flash, it has been two years.

In nearly two years, the people he looked at were far more than a hundred times or a thousand times. The 50 million people in Fengdu City were worth one tenth in his two years.

The aura of millions of people is insignificant compared to the entire world. However, when he sees the big picture from the small, he has indeed felt something different in the past two years.

All walks of life, men, women, young and old, peddlers, officials and nobles... With countless intertwined energy, he had already seen something faintly.

If the fortune of the Dafeng Dynasty is like a dragon, the place where Fengdu is the best is located.

The aura of millions of people in Fengdu City reflects the problem of the dragon head to some extent.

That question is indeed not among the people, but among the

Royal City!

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He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the place where the royal city was, Han Changgong looked a little dazed.

While standing in the middle of the long street, he felt a burst of loneliness, as if he was walking in the wilderness, with the vast world alone.

I can't remember when the body was invaded by the cold and heat, but I actually felt a little coolness at this time.

“Innocence cold….”

After tightening his clothes slightly, Han Changgong sighed and walked towards the royal city.

When I walked two streets and saw the outline of the royal city from afar, a sudden voice came and called him.

"Sir, this adult, please stay..."

The voice is a little old.

Han Tinggong looked back.

It was a stall located on the side of the road. The person sitting behind the stall was a man who looked old. On his side, there was a flag standing up. It was counted for a hundred years before the book was written, and then it was counted for a hundred years.

"Sir, please."

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

"Sir, your eyebrows are black, you are afraid of blood and death!"

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

"A bloody disaster, a life-threatening disaster?"

Han Changgong laughed silently.

He has been famous for decades, and his qi-seeking technique has been unique in the world. His reputation once surpassed the world's number one master of Busan, Master Wenyue, can be used to observe people's fortunes, calculate military power, and even calculate national fortunes.

I don't remember how long it took, but no one spoke to him in this tone.

But as he smiled, the smile on his face disappeared:

"What did the old man see? If there is a disaster, how should we resolve it?"

"Please write a word for me."

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

Han Changgong felt something and wrote a word casually.

"Wang? The calligraphy is good, and the calligraphy is good."

The old man seemed a little surprised.

"How to interpret this word?"

Han Changgong looked at the old man and his mentality was slightly relieved.

"Why do you need to solve it?"

The old man shook his head: "What the adults wrote is clearly what they are worried about in their hearts, and naturally they are also the cause of disaster!"

"Um?!"
Chapter completed!