Han Changgong was shocked, but his face was silent and looked at the old fortune teller deeply.

The muscles and bones are loose, as if there is nothing and there is a fluctuation of internal energy. The whole body is full of flaws, and there is no sign of martial arts foundation.

In his eyes, the energy is also ordinary.

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

Han Changgong lowered his eyes and asked lightly:

"As the old man said, how should this disaster be solved?"

“It’s hard, it’s easy and easy…”

The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, took the pen, dipped it gently ink, and gently stroked it on the paper:

"If this is the case, this disaster can be eliminated and everything will be fine..."

rich?

rich!

If the king comes out of his head and tail, will it be prosperous?

Looking at the scarlet and red line running through the beginning and end of the word "Wang", Han Changgong's heart was filled with waves.

"Full means prosperity and prosperity! On a piece of paper, if there is no king, there will be a blessed person; if there is no flour, there will be a king..."

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

"Heart-friendly, five taels of gold."

"If there is no king, there will be a prosperous person; if there is no flour, there will be a king..."

Han Singgong 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 you say this by sir?"

The old fortune teller stretched out his hand tremblingly: "Is it because sir, don't even have five taels of gold?"

Han Changgong outlined the old man's appearance in his eyes, but no matter how he calculated, the old man was just an ordinary person with no flaws.

There is no flaw in the energy, from the body, from the expression to the movements.

This situation happened, one was that the old man had more martial arts and physique than himself, and the other was that he was really an ordinary person.

His fingers trembled. He had never taken the initiative to attack others in his life. At this moment, his heart was surging, but he wanted to take action.

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

"This is five taels of gold, the old man has put it away..."

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

"The adults don't seem to believe it."

Han Changgong looked plain and turned around to look at the increasingly solemn and magnificent royal city in the distance under dusk:

"Old sir, you're very good at it, but where can there be a prosperous country without a king? There has never been a kingdom without a king in ancient and modern times. All the people in the world must be governed by the laws of the king. If there is no king, what country will be discussed..."

He sighed softly and walked towards the royal city.

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

"It has not been seen in ancient and modern times, so can it not exist?"

Han Changgong shook his body and looked back. On the long street under dusk, there was still a stream of people leaving. The old man, the fortune telling stall, had disappeared without a trace.

It seems like it has never appeared.

For a moment, he felt that the long street was a little illusory.

"Psychic art..."

Han Changgong's eyes were filled with a ripples, shocked.

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

Even if you achieve the Wheel King and the True Man of Worshiping the Moon who have achieved Taiyin Wuji may not be able to influence yourself so easily.

The Taoist of the Royal Quan?

A deep thought appeared in his heart.

No more stopping, walk into the shadows.

At a corner of the long street, above the three-story restaurant, An Qisheng sat by the window, looking at Han Changgong who was leaving, and shook his head slightly.

The old fortune teller is naturally his work.

Not long after he came out of Mozhou, he had already felt the changes in his energy and vaguely sensed the upcoming upcoming changes in Fengdu City.

Perhaps it was because of his reasons that what shouldn't have happened so early happened.

In the original trajectory, it took Han Changgong several years to faintly detect the strange phenomenon of the royal city, and it took him several years to sense the source of the change in the country's fortunes.

Han Changgong is worthy of being the best in the world. He locked in the country's fortune with the aura of the royal city and did not leak out, almost killing many hidden dragons in the world.

Unfortunately, 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 reversed the national destiny.

He did not know exactly what happened, but he knew that under the movement of Qi, the Dragon King Armor was born early, and no one knew what happened afterwards.

However, this huge Fengdu City became a dead place overnight.

This center of Dafeng, the most important place, and Fengdu City, which has a population of 50 million, has become a ghost city.

Fengdu became Fengdu.

It would be fine if he didn't know about such a tragic thing. Since he knew, he naturally could not think that he didn't know.

Taping gently on the table, An Qisheng's eyes at the royal city were deep and hard to understand:

"Dragon King Armor..."

He didn't know what happened in Fengdu City in the original trajectory, but he thought it was inseparable from this heavenly human and magic weapon.

However, if this is the backlash of the divine weapons of the heavenly beings, then the power of the Dragon King Armor is too incredible.

It has been refined by the national economy for two hundred years, and there is an old eunuch who has personally mastered it, which can cause such great damage?

Or...

"Keep, the wine you want is from Fengzhou Ronghua Prefecture. It is said to be the best master in the world. The secret method of brewing that Taoist Wang Quan once taught..."

The waiter came with a tray, placing wine and food, and talking with a smile.

To see the royal city gradually falling under the sky, like an ancient ferocious beast crawling, An Qisheng smiled:

"Is that true? Then I have to taste it carefully..."

...........

The royal city in the night is even more vigilant.

In front of the moat, there were teams of soldiers riding tall horses patrolling. On the city wall, there were masters from the east and west factories sitting in charge, scanning the night sky.

Han Changgong came step by step.

The young general guarding the royal city recognized him, slightly surprised, then slapped forward and said aloud:

"Mr. Han, the king has exempted you from the right to enter the palace at any time. Night is approaching. If the king does not call you, you will not be allowed to enter the city!"

Han Changgong stopped and glanced at him indifferently:

"Will Mr. Han be unfavorable to the king?"

"Don't dare."

The young man's face changed.

Not to mention that Han Changgong is a great master of the divine vein, even a person who knows martial arts. With his status as the minister of the King Shangqian Mansion and the Lord of the Imperial Heaven, he will definitely not be able to offend him.

But he didn't dare to let him in.

"Then get out of here!"

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

In an instant, a cold current seemed to surge in the night, and the violent air flow pushed the young general and the people behind him several feet away.

Then, Han Changgong walked away with his sleeves.

On the city wall, the masters from the East and West factories also changed their expressions. One of them rose up and rushed into the night to report to the royal city. The remaining dozens of people all went down from the city wall.

He stopped in front of Han Changgong.

"Sir Han, please wait. We have already gone to inform the king..."

Several experts from the things factory stepped forward with a slight whisper.

Although they are considered masters in the world, they are nothing compared to the great master of the Divine Vein.

But his responsibilities are in place and he dares not leave his post without hesitation.

"Get out."

Han Changgong's face was indifferent, and an inexplicable emotion was surging in his heart.

"this......"

"Mr. Han..."

"Don't let me wait..."

Several masters from the field factory all looked ugly and were in a dilemma.

"Mr. Han, why did he get so angry?"

A gentle and sharp sound broke through the air.

Before the words were finished, a thin eunuch with a beautiful face as a woman was already standing on the top of the city.

"Yu Tian?"

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

"Master Han's martial arts are superb, so Yu Tian naturally admires it."

Yutian smiled slightly and said:

"The dog slave is not allowed to open the road, so let Lord Han enter the palace."

Those people were relieved and hurriedly stepped back.

Han Changgong ignored it and stepped into the royal city.

The lights were brightly lit in the royal city, and many soldiers patrolled everywhere, and there were shadows flashing everywhere.

As night falls, some people cannot sleep.

In the huge royal city, there are at least 30,000 eunuchs, and tens of thousands of palace maids must wait for summoning and serving at any time.

When Hanchang Palace walked to the viewing platform.

At a glance, I could see the bright and bright lights in the royal city.

King Feng stood in front of the mast of the Star Picking Platform with his hands in his arms, his expression calm and he could not tell his happiness or anger. He just looked at Han Changgong who stopped in front of the observation deck:

"Han Qing, it's already dark, I'm not resting in the mansion. I'm here to see me, but what's the point?"

His tone was plain, but with a hint of distantness.

Since more than a year ago, he has never summoned Han Changgong on his own initiative, and he has exempted him from the right to enter and exit the royal city at any time.

It was almost two years later that he saw Han Singgong for the first time.

"The king has no rest..."

Han Changgong's expression was a bit complicated.

Decades ago, when he met King Feng, both of them were unknown. In a flash, they were both the top in the world, and their martial arts and status were not as good as before.

But the relationship between the two is no longer the same.

"In the past twenty years, how could I have had a moment of rest?"

King Feng sighed lightly and turned to look at Fengdu City under the night sky:

"Han Qing, I'm going to tell you, I have never believed in fate, even if I have known you for so many years..."

Under the night, the red moon drifts, covering the entire city with a layer of red makeup, and the lights are as beautiful as the stars.

"I don't believe it either."

Han Changgong stood quietly, his voice calm:

"Even Feng Shui fortunes vary from person to person and according to situations. The so-called destiny of heaven is just the power of humanity. The heaven and earth are ruthless. How can you care about the fate of life......"

"yes......"

King Feng sighed lightly and said slowly: "Two hundred years ago, Taizu had a hard time creating this family business. Even if a group of snakes in the world emerged, I can wipe out one by one!"

Looking at King Feng with a calm expression, Han Changgong's eyes drooped, and the last trace of luck in his heart disappeared:

"You know indeed..."

King Feng refused to answer, turned around and looked at Han Changgong with a solemn expression:

"Do you want to accompany me to clean up the world again and create something unprecedented and unparalleled, and make great achievements?"

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