And left a domineering sentence: Go and ask Your Majesty, do I need to dismount and untie the sword?
When news of this incident reached the palace, it didn't even make a fuss.
Later, Emperor Yu ordered that when Han Changjun entered the royal city, he did not have to dismount his horse and untie his sword.
Among all the officials in the dynasty, he was the only one who broke this example.
"The town...the guardian envoy..."
I saw a man on horseback carrying a sword, and there was a commotion in red armor all around.
This man's status is comparable to that of a Taiwei.
As for public opinion, Han Changjun, who guards the northern border, is obviously more popular among the people.
The only one who can really overpower Han Changjun is the Yanjing Wu family.
After all, the Wu family doesn't even pay attention to the royal family.
"Mr. Han!"
Meng Feixue put away her silver spear and saluted Han Changjun with her fists raised.
A few years ago, she practiced in the North for a period of time and was taken care of by Han Changjun.
She still had great respect for this elder.
"General Meng, these are all heroes who have returned from the front line. How can you point a spear at them?"
Han Changjun's face was ashen.
"The Eighth Young Master is dead, this kid killed him."
Meng Feixue glanced at Yu Tianzheng.
"Gu Hanxing?"
Han Changjun was slightly startled.
Immediately, he burst into laughter and said, "A good death. This scoundrel has been dealt with for a long time. You go back and tell Gu Qingyuan that if you want revenge, just come to me."
As soon as this statement came out, the crowd was in an uproar.
Han Changjun actually wanted to take on this matter.
If he intervenes, I'm afraid Gu Qingyuan can only calm down the matter.
Gu Qingyuan had many heirs. In addition to his eldest son Gu Liuyun, he also had more than a dozen children, all of whom were talented in literature and military skills.
Only Gu Hanxing, apart from corrupting the family tradition, seems to have no other sense of existence.
Gu Qingyuan didn't want to see him in the first place, so there was no way he could offend Han Changjun.
"Then Feixue will go back and recover. After a few days, Feixue will visit Mr. Han again!"
Meng Feixue cupped her fists and bowed.
Then, she glanced at Yu Tianzheng and said calmly: "You are quite capable. Please ask for advice when you have the opportunity."
After leaving these words, Meng Feixue shouted the word "withdraw", and the three thousand red armors receded like a tide.
"Boss Yu, this female general seems to be targeting you. You must practice harder to avoid being shot down next time."
Nangong Li winked and smiled.
"roll!"
Yu Tianzheng was speechless.
Having said that, he still took a deep look at the back of the red-armored woman.
Nangong Li was right. If Han Changjun hadn't appeared in time, he might not have been able to win Meng Feixue.
"Next time we meet, I will definitely call you grandpa."
Yu Tianzheng snorted in his heart.
…
South Gate of the Royal City.
On a very prosperous street, there is a towering ancient pavilion, which has survived thousands of years of wind and frost and remains unchanged.
The word "Zhulu" is written on the plaque in the ancient pavilion, and the writing style is vigorous and domineering.
Zhulu Pavilion is a very famous treasure appraisal place in the royal city.
After learning about Qin Mo's request, Han Changjun took everyone here directly.
"The princes of the world are competing for territory, and the other is treasure. There are countless treasures hidden in this pavilion, and it deserves the name Zhulu Pavilion."
Han Changjun groaned.
The master of the Zhulu Pavilion had some friendship with him, so it was natural for him to do a small favor for Qin Mo.
"Mr. Han, why are you here?"
Soon, an old man in brocade clothes came out of the pavilion to greet him, with a happy face on his face.
This is the master of Zhulu Pavilion.
"My little friend wants to identify something, but I'm afraid only you, Zhulu Pavilion, can do it."
Han Changjun smiled and introduced Qin Mo to the other party.
"My Qin Mo, I have met the Pavilion Master."
Qin Mo bowed his hands.
"You're welcome, little friend Qin. Mr. Han's friend is also my honored guest at Zhulu Pavilion."
The master of the pavilion also returned the favor.
He did not dare to neglect the people brought by Han Changjun.
"After three days, you will enter the palace to meet the Holy Spirit. You can stay in Zhulu Pavilion for now. Don't worry about other things. I will take care of it."
Han Changjun made an explanation and asked Qin Mo to stay with peace of mind.
Yu Tianzheng and others followed him into the palace.
"Little friend Qin, I wonder what you want to identify?"
The master of the pavilion introduced Qin Mo to Zhulu Pavilion and was also very curious.
"I got this treasure by accident. Please give it to me."
Qin Mo took out a ring and said calmly.
This ring is his spiritual cage ring, and he already knows the details.
Although this pavilion master was Han Changjun's friend, he was still worried and used the spirit cage ring to test the opponent's level first.
After all, the black jade fragments are of great importance. If any secrets are discovered, it would be difficult to leak them to the public.
In this matter, Qin Mo still tried his best to be watertight.
The Pavilion Master glanced at the Spirit Cage Ring, and then smiled, "This ring is nothing special. It is a high-grade mysterious weapon and can be considered a good space magic weapon."
"Can you find out the origin?"
Qin Mo continued to ask.
The Pavilion Master casually took the spirit cage ring, touched it with his fingertips, and his eyes suddenly glowed with light.
Eye of Heaven?
Qin Mo was secretly shocked.
Among the five eyes and six powers, the heavenly eye is the second level and can see through the essence of matter.
Most people open their heavenly eyes for the purpose of cultivating supernatural powers.
But this person is here to appraise treasures.
"This ring is stained with blood evil spirit. It must have been immersed in blood for a long time. More of the original information has been erased, but not much content can be seen."
The master of the pavilion said calmly.
Qin Mo remained calm and then asked, "How many years has this ring been in the blood?"
"About two hundred years."
The master replied in the affirmative.
At this point, Qin Mo showed a hint of surprise.
It is not surprising to see the level and function of the spirit cage ring.
Being able to find out that the Spirit Cage Ring had been soaked in blood is not very clever.
However, to even say the year so accurately is anything but ordinary.
At least it shows that the old man in front of me has two brushes.
"Little friend Qin, there is no need to test me. If it were just this ring, Mr. Han would not take you to Zhulu Pavilion."
The pavilion master smiled lightly and returned the spirit cage ring to Qin Mo without any anger at all.
On the contrary, he thought highly of Qin Mo.
Qin Mo was calm and sophisticated, not like a teenager at all.
"I was very offended just now. I hope the master of the pavilion will forgive me."
Qin Mo cupped his fists and bowed.
"Haha, no problem."
The master of the pavilion waved his hand.
Afterwards, he took Qin Mo to a secret room and placed layers of restrictions.
"It's absolutely safe here. Just show me what it is and let me open my eyes."
The master of the pavilion felt a little itchy and unbearable.
This time, Qin Mo stopped hiding it and took out the black jade fragment and handed it to the other party's hand.
This fragment is only the size of a thumb, flashing with a mysterious black light, and is extremely ghostly.
At first glance, the pavilion master frowned and said, "This is a fragment of a Taoist artifact, and it is stained with a trace of powerful energy and blood."
"What kind of blood?"
Qin Mo became nervous.
That day in Icewind Valley, he cut off the head of the Blood Cloud Sect disciple.
But the other party was able to survive thanks to this piece of black jade.
