Chapter Forty-Six: The Water Forest

No one knows what will happen in the next moment.

Danyang City!

East Palace!

Prince Xiong Huai dragged his tired body and got off the carriage with a gloomy face, just now, the king of Chu ordered him to enter the palace, and he was scolded for no reason because of a trivial matter.

"See His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

At the gate of the East Palace, the guards on both sides saluted, wore black armor, had a serious complexion, and their strength reached the seventh-rank martial arts, the commander with the highest status, and even reached the middle stage of the congenital stage.

Obviously, after that assassination twenty years ago, the Chu State greatly strengthened its protection of the East Palace.

Xiong Huai didn't say a word, hurriedly walked into the main hall, and turned a blind eye to the people who saluted.

The guards were also accustomed to Xiong Huai's attitude, and without saying a word, they stood up and continued to look around vigilantly.

"Is that the little one?"

In a dark corner, the Fire Ghost King watched Xiong Huai enter the main hall, and did not make a move immediately, her face was full of solemnity, and she felt that the void around her was filled with a terrifying aura.

This aura is not weaker than her in the slightest.

Moreover, the East Palace only relies on the imperial city, and there are countless strong people, and if you make a rash move, it will inevitably alarm the rest of the strong people, and once you are besieged, you will not be able to escape.

With a flicker, the Fire Ghost King disappeared into the void.

It's still early, and she can assassinate slowly.

She also enjoyed the feeling of assassinating her prey.

"Huh?"

At the moment when the Fire Ghost King left, the faint ghostly aura generated alarmed an old man in a gray robe, his face was vigilant, and his divine sense swept around, but he didn't find anything unusual, and he couldn't help but show doubts.

"Am I mistaken?"

The gray-robed old man said to himself, he is a strong man who defends the crown prince, his strength has reached the middle stage of the Holy Realm, and he is also a well-known strong man looking at the entire Chu State.

He also has an identity, a death guard cultivated by the royal family.

This is also why a master of the Holy Realm will protect a junior who has not cultivated to the innate level.

............

Yufu!

"He agreed?"

Guo Jia heard Luo Feijian's report, his face was slightly happy, in this plan, Chun Shenjun played an important role, if Chun Shenjun didn't come, he might have to think of other ways.

Luo Feijian stood respectfully on the side, bowing his head slightly.

"You step back and work hard to cultivate, the innate martial artist is still too weak!"

After Guo Jia was overjoyed, he waved his hand and said, a scroll flew into Luo Feijian's hand, with a faint fluorescence, with tens of thousands of golden tadpole-sized fonts on it.

Luo Feijian glanced at it, his face was overjoyed, this was actually a heaven-level exercise, and he respectfully hugged his fists and said, "Thank you Dark Lord!"

The words fell, the identity was displayed, and the departure was fast.

Guo Jia closed his eyes and began to think seriously about the detailed plan for the future.

On the other side, the village of Luomu.

After eating dinner, Chun Shenjun sat alone in his room, holding a pen in his hand, constantly writing on a piece of yellow paper, his face changed several times, and finally sighed.

I saw that the yellow piece of paper was full of the teachings of the saints.

He did not collect heavy taxes from the people, that is, he fulfilled the teachings of the sages, and even wanted to use his own strength to open the policy of the imperial court not collecting taxes from the clans, so as to reduce the burden on the people.

"Teacher, you have reformed three times, the national strength is indeed strong, but the benefits of the clan from it are far more than the state, layer upon layer of taxes, making the people miserable, in this way, the chaos thousands of years ago, maybe ......"

Chun Shenjun muttered to himself, and at the end of the words, he seemed to be a little jealous and did not continue.

What happened a thousand years ago?

Taizu Shuiliulin chopped wood as a soldier and rose up.

Immediately afterwards, he remembered that at the gate of the village, in front of the willow tree, he met a mysterious person and invited him to meet him in the watery forest.

For this meeting, he was a little delicate in his heart, as if he was looking forward to it, but also like worry, and a trace of fear.

Water Forest!

Because of its unique political significance, throughout the ages, countless politicians have talked about the world and bypassed the water and forest, lest they make mistakes and bring death to themselves.

"Tomorrow, we'll know!"

This night, Chun Shenjun stayed awake all night, full of cranky thoughts, and after getting up the next day, he hastily ate some breakfast, and left the house, alone, and went to Sanli Pavilion.

The half-step Saint Realm powerhouse hurried with all his might, and the speed was still very fast, and it took two hours for Chun Shenjun to arrive at his destination.

This is a beautiful and poetic place, with small bridges and flowing water, thousands of flowers in full bloom, attracting many people to play, and there are also literati writing poems to praise this beautiful scenery.

"Who could it be?"

Chun Shenjun squinted, looked around, found no abnormality, got up and headed to the next location, Shui Liulin!

It is a forest, overgrown with weeds, mosquitoes, and few people usually come, and a muddy river flows out of the forest, but the strange thing is that the river becomes crystal clear after flowing out of the forest.

Shout!

Chun Shenjun stepped a little, turned into a light and shadow, and disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Entering the forest, the light is blocked by the branches, a little dim, the air is humid, full of the smell of decay, and the colorful poisonous snakes, climbing on the trunks, spitting snake letters, make people shudder.

Chun Shenjun frowned slightly, if it weren't for Luo Feijian's cultivation to be strong, it wasn't like telling lies, he would have wanted to leave.

This environment is simply not a place for people.

Soon, he came to the middle of the dense forest and saw a deep pool, a figure sitting on the bluestone, wearing a hat and holding a fishing rod, looking idle.

"This should be the so-called "dark master", the strength is really strong, I can't see through it......"

Chun Shenjun frowned slightly, with his half-step Saint Realm strength, he actually looked hazy, which showed that this person in front of him was a Saint Realm powerhouse.

Ba County, this barren land, there is actually a strong person in the Holy Realm.

He was surprised.

"Your Excellency is not catching fish, but fishing for people who are willing to take the bait!" Chun Shenjun walked forward, sat down on the stone, and asked calmly.

"Haha, look at this water, it is turbid, it doesn't look like the current Chu State, there is no clear land?"

Guo Jia smiled slightly, he was strong, he arrived earlier than Chun Shenjun, and then took out a fishing rod from the side, handed it to Chun Shenjun, and signaled: "It's okay to be idle, see who catches more fish, how about it?"

Chun Shenjun glanced at the fish frame on the side, which was already full of fish, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and said, "It's just right, I haven't been so idle for a long time!"

"Don't look at the turbidity of the water, but the fish inside, there are not a few, as the so-called water is clear, there are no fish, the muddy water in front of you is just suitable for fishing, but whether you can fall depends on your ability!"

With a soft sound, Chun Shenjun lifted the fishing rod, and he had already caught a small fish and struggled in the water.

Smiling happily, Chun Shenjun put the fish in the basket.

Then he hung up the bait and continued to fish, and he was so skilled that he used to fish a lot.

Guo Jia didn't speak, and fished quietly, like a clay statue of a Bodhisattva.