Han Feng passed the general outline of the "Nine Yin Manual" and the "Great Demon Subduing Fist" to Jiang Xiaohu and asked him to ponder it carefully. Then he stopped paying attention to him and allowed him to practice on his own.
When the sun rises, a red sun rises into the sky.
Han Feng took Jiang Xiaohu and left the Manggu Forest, heading south towards Yunchendu.
However, as soon as they walked out of the jungle, they saw a homing pigeon flying down from the sky.
Its feathers are pure white with some golden feathers in the middle.
This is a homing pigeon specially bred by Heaven to deliver messages, and its flying speed is faster than ordinary masters of the third level.
Han Feng raised his eyes, stretched out his hand to catch it, and took off the mailbox tied to its face.
Expanding the contents, it is Li Chenzhou's handwriting.
[Military disaster Cangqiong mobilized three groups of terracotta soldiers, totaling 7,000, and will arrive in Yunchen City in the near future; the emperor urgently summoned Jun Huaixu to the capital, and the national master Sanskrit God took action to capture him]
One paragraph of text, two major events, involving so much scope and seriousness that one can imagine.
[War in the Sky] aims at [War in the Sky]. I am afraid that there must be such a thing in Yunchen City. If the terracotta warriors break the city, the harm caused by these monsters without human emotions to the Sky of War will definitely be extremely great.
horrifying……
As the supreme leader of the Xuanjian Division, Jun Huaixu, the pillar of the Li Kingdom, will be captured by the emperor's order. The interests involved behind this will be overturned, and it can almost be said that the Li Kingdom will be completely destabilized...
After Han Feng got the letter, he raised his arm lightly and let the golden dove fly away. His expression suddenly became heavy.
Jiang Xiaohu could sense Han Feng's uneasiness and asked in a low voice:
"Master, what's wrong?"
Han Feng did not refute Jiang Xiaohu's title this time, but simply said:
"It's nothing, it's just as expected."
After saying that, Han Feng walked straight forward.
Jiang Xiaohu quickly followed.
…
at the same time.
The central location of Yuchenjing is in the golden palace of the imperial city under the nine-story tower.
Sitting alone in the main hall, the curtain blows in the wind.
Jun Huaixu sat in the lower hand position.
On the opposite side is the only person in the country who can serve as Jun Huaixu's starting point - [King Li] Mo Changci.
Wearing simple white clothes, with a slim figure and kind eyes, King Li looked at Jun Huaixu, with a lot of guilt and a little helplessness in his eyes.
The king's inability to control himself may be even more miserable.
"Jun Qing, I have failed you."
Jun Huaixu looked at the helplessness in Mo Changci's eyes and recalled many years ago in his mind.
That was when I was young.
White Horse Academy was destroyed in the battle between the imperial court and the Southern Barbarian Demon Cult, and he was active on the southern battlefield as a volunteer.
It was also at that time that I met the person in front of me.
When you are a young man.
I am not the current commander of Xuanjian, and you are not the current king of Li Kingdom.
This man once determined to be a wise king, to be with himself through life and death, and to completely abandon his identity.
Because of this love between a king and a minister, I guarded the country for him for twenty years.
Under the pseudonym Zuo Qianqiu, he went deep into Fuyuan Road and stirred up a war in the martial arts world. The two planned to develop their ambitions and realize their common political ideals.
It can only be said that the Sanskrit God came north from Zhongzhou soon after... The previous Xuanjian Master failed to break through the congenital and became insane... There was no one in Liguo who could resist.
Later... the Sanskrit God became Liguo's national adviser and usurped Liguo's national destiny. The huge country became increasingly chaotic... King Qi and King Xiang looked at it with eager eyes, and General Du Jiangcheng supported his troops and respected himself.
Their political ideals have long since evaporated...
"I understand that there is no way to resist the pressure of the Sanskrit God."
Jun Huaixu raised the cup in his hand and drank the wine in one gulp. He could not see the depression of being imprisoned, but seemed very relaxed and content.
"But this is not without its benefits. I am dissatisfied with Your Majesty. I have not been as leisurely as I am now for nearly twenty years."
Seeing Jun Huaixu like this, Mo Changci felt even more guilty.
"Huaixu, I know that with your talent and talents, you should have had the opportunity to achieve innate... That sword of Daozong back then was originally aimed at Yuchen Jinglong Qi... You secretly used the [Mirror of the Future] to steal
In exchange, take the sword yourself..."
Mo Changci did not call himself an orphan, which shows that he did not say this as a king, but as a friend.
Jun Huaixu picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured himself a drink.
"Everything is my own choice. It's just that I didn't take into account the variable of the Imperial Master, so I suffered a loss, hehe."
Mo Changci felt even more sad when she saw Jun Huaixu's appearance.
"The Imperial Adviser, together with King Qi, King Xiang and General Du, came to ask me... I...hehe, even though I claim to be rich in the entire country, in the final analysis, I am just a person who cannot control myself..."
Jun Huaixu put down his wine glass, and the bottom of the glass made a crisp sound with the table, then he smiled softly and stood up.
He walked up to Mo Changci, patted his shoulder, and then walked out.
Seeing Jun Huaixu's back walking out of the hall, Mo Changci's eyes were full of shock.
Because Jun Huaixu just said something in his ear.
"Aci, just let me make a plan for you again."
Mo Changci suddenly felt that time had reversed and returned to twenty years ago.
At that time, the Southern Barbarian Demon Cult Fang Ping himself ascended the throne for the first time.
Jun Huaixu changed his name to Zuo Qianqiu and went to Fuyuan Road alone.
In the following years, chaos broke out in Liguo's Jianghu, and various sects were wiped out one after another. Many remaining sects also moved away. The sacred place of martial arts [Tao Dharma Altar] was also besieged by the five sects and disappeared in the long river of history.
At that time, what this person said to himself was: "Ah Ci, let me make a plan for you."
Mo Changci was sitting alone in the main hall, lost in thought.
Jun Huaixu walked out of the hall, took a deep breath of the gradually warming air, and looked at the man in front of him.
The clothes are plain and fine, and the face is a mixture of gentle and cold temperaments, expressionless.
It’s the Liguo National Master waiting here...the Sanskrit God.
"Master Imperial Master has been waiting for me here. Is it because he is afraid that I will run away?"
"Jun Huaixu, I respect you. You are a rare wise man in this country. I am always cautious about wise men."
Jun Huaixu shook his head.
"I've already told the Imperial Master that I'm just here to see my childhood friend. You don't need to be afraid of me."
"Oh, is it so?"
Sanskrit God asked back, without comment.
The two then walked side by side towards the nine-story tower not far away.
In this city, the only place that can contain Jun Huaixu is the Sanskrit God.
…
"Master!! He is the puppet soldier who brought disaster to the sky!!"
Jiang Xiaohu pointed at the seven thousand warriors at the foot of the mountain in front and shouted.
Han Feng slapped Jiang Xiaohu on the back of the head and said lightly:
"I'm not blind, of course I can see."
The two of them stood on a mountain not far from Yunchen, overlooking the war-torn sky and marched towards Yunchendu.
"Emperor's Qi Watching Technique" can clearly feel that there is more than one super powerful aura in the military formation.
"Be careful."
Han Feng reminded Jiang Xiaohu, then grabbed his shoulders and took him flying into the sky.
The eight-color zhenqi pushed forward and rushed back toward Yun Chendu.
"You really lacked consideration when flying over our military formation."
Han Feng had already led Jiang Xiaohu tightly around the military formation in the sky of war, but he did not find a warrior with super-sense in the military formation. He could sense Han Feng flying at low altitude even though he was several miles away.
A palm that was completely condensed with true energy stretched out from the puppet soldier formation, carrying a strong aura of the Five Elements and Bagua, and came towards Han Feng.