The aftermath of the First Battle of Hanhai in Mozhou is still spreading freely, and the news has grown wings and spread all over the world, further causing a greater sensation.

In Fengdu City, the new commander of the Jinyi Guard, Zhu Zhengqing, took down the news from the Golden Feather Eagle and popped out a pill for it.

Only when he really became the commander of the Jinyi Guard, Zhu Zhengqing realized what a headache this position was.

At the same time, it is also walking on thin ice.

Especially when his strength is far from being able to compare with his predecessor.

Wow~

The golden feather eagle soared into the air and disappeared into the clouds as a golden light.

"What an eventful time......."

Pinching the letter, Zhu Zhengqing sighed before he saw it.

In less than a month before and after, the seven peaks of Hanhai converged, Hanhai was the first in the world to change hands, and the Daqimen Underground Palace, which is suspected to be the inheritance of the military master, can be regarded as earth-shattering news, but it happened one after another.

can't help but make him feel like a storm is coming.

Especially the fact that the royal Taoist An Qisheng killed Pang Wanyang and became the first in the world in one fell swoop, which has already caused panic in the court.

Even he was apprehensive in his heart.

This new number one in the world is extremely difficult to deal with with the imperial court.

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

In the battle that day, he had seen it from afar, and his heart was taken away for it, the old Taoist priest, not to mention the outrageous force, was a real kingless and fatherless person.

"Alas......."

With a sigh, he unfolded the raft.

Just one glance, the hand is a trembling.

Not far away, the new deputy commander of the Jinyi Guard, Gan Cang, couldn't help but be shocked when he saw him, and took two steps forward and asked, "Dare to ask your lordship, what happened?" ”

"There is news that the royal power Taoist may have come to Zhongzhou.......

Zhu Zhengqing's face was a little ugly:

"Jinyiwei's spies found the traces of his red horse, he went out of Mozhou and did not return to Wangquan Mountain, but came in the direction of Zhongzhou........"

Since the battle in front of Fengdu City.

An Qisheng's weight in the hearts of the imperial court climbed to the top, and I don't know how many spies were observing his movements, although he didn't dare to keep an eye on his martial arts, but let him enter any city, he would inevitably be discovered.

Of course, this must not be the one who wants to hide his traces, otherwise, few people in the world will be able to find out his whereabouts.

But it was clear that the royal Daoist didn't care if his whereabouts would be revealed.

After killing Pang Wanyang, there is no one in the world who is his opponent, and it is impossible for anyone to hurt him.

"What?"

Gan Cang's complexion has also changed greatly, as the deputy commander of the Jinyi Guard, if he comes again, won't he have to go up?

Yang Ling's experience is not far away, where does he dare to face that terrifying Taoist?

In an instant, he settled down and said: "Mozhou has You, Qing, Liang and other states along the way from Zhongzhou, and I don't see that the one who came to Zhongzhou, even if he came to Zhongzhou, he may also go to the Chivalrous Gate, and he may not be embarrassed by us, right?" ”

"What's more, he has already established a sect to recruit disciples, it is impossible to have no scruples, provoke the imperial court, and his sect will be destroyed in one ......"

"Let's hope he'll be jealous......"

Zhu Zhengqing restrained his thoughts, shook his head with a solemn face, and was a little worried:

"It's just that if this royal power Taoist comes to Zhongzhou, it is no less than the Golden Wolf Kingdom to detain the customs, it is not a trivial matter, even if it is a big fuss, this matter needs to be reported to the king........"

Gancang nodded:

"Yes, I really need to let the king know, and by the way, I also need to inform the other adults........"

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

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

In the royal city.

In the empty hall, there was a low knocking sound.

Dada~~~

King Feng lightly buckled the back of the chair, and his eyes were deep and incomprehensible: "The royal power is ......."

When Zhu Zhengqing had not yet received the Golden Feather Eagle, he had already known the news.

"I have been in Dafeng for more than two hundred years, and this king has worked hard for decades, but in front of such an old Taoist priest who has only risen for more than three years, it is really funny......."

At a certain moment, King Feng suddenly laughed, and the laughter swept through the entire hall like a cold current:

"Taizu is right, if you want to dominate the world, it is not enough to have national strength, but also to have the force to deter the world, and to have the power to overwhelm the world!"

One enemy is one country.

For tens of thousands of years, there has never been a shortage of such examples.

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

Dafeng has been in the past two hundred years, with millions of troops, the first national strength of the Seven Kingdoms, and he feels powerless in the face of one person.

How ridiculous is that?

How ridiculous?

What a shame?

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

Back then, when Dafeng Taizu faced those great masters of the divine vein, he was forced by an old monk to lose the decision-making power of a state, is it the same as himself now?

Is it because of this that he will forcibly refine the celestial and human divine weapons at the cost of national fortune?

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

Tens of thousands of miles away, he was already able to force the commander of the Jinyi Guard, who was above tens of thousands of people under one person, and his heart was panicked, and the world's No. 1 violent organ was rumored.

This scene stabbed him in the heart like a knife, which made him sad and angry.

Even more than the battle in front of Fengdu City, it made him angry.

Click!

His index finger pierced the throne forged by the essence of cold iron, he reclined on the throne and closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled:

"The King Won't Shame ......."

........

"Freshly baked buns........"

"The best rouge gouache from Yanzhou, all the guest officials bought it and gave it to their favorite girl, Mrs. ........"

"Freshly picked, hundreds of years of old yams, a good thing to replenish lean qi......."

"The best Xuanzhou brocade cloth has all kinds of colors.......

Even when it was nearly dusk, the city was still bustling with activity, and the air was filled with the cries of small traders and the aroma of various foods.

In the city of Fengdu, there are special items from all over the world, countless state capitals, the most prosperous, and most of the pedestrians are wearing silk and brocade clothes.

The complexion and spirit are also better than the visitors of other state capitals, and the style is naturally far better than that of other state capitals.

Han Weigong paced 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 shirts read and drink tea together, the merchants who come and go sell the specialties of various states, and the pedestrians on the street discuss food, clothing, housing and transportation.......

All living beings flowed through his heart one by one.

And that's just the surface.

His Qi Hope technique has already reached an extremely high level, just by listening to people's voices and feeling their breath, he can feel their identity, achievements, and even 'qi numbers'.

"In the long street, as many as 20 children died, and as many as dozens of people were robbed, and the catastrophe was ........."

Han Weigong's heart rippled.

Since the Battle of Fengdu, he has rarely retreated, and he has been walking on the long street for three hours every day, and it has been two years.

And in the past two years, the people he has observed, the aura of hope, far more than in the past, a hundred times, a thousand times, 50 million people in Fengdu City, in two years, can be a tenth of the eye.

The number of millions of people is insignificant compared to the whole world, but in the past two years, he really felt something different.

All walks of life, men, women and children, peddlers and pawns, dignitaries and nobles........ Under the interweaving of countless qi numbers, he had already faintly seen something.

If the luck of the Dafeng Dynasty is like a dragon, the first good place in Fengdu is where the head of the dragon is.

The number of tens of thousands of people in Fengdu City reflects the problem of the dragon head to a certain extent.

That problem, sure enough, is not in the people, but in,

Intramural City!

"Wangcheng ......."

Slowly opening his eyes and looking at the location of the royal city, Han Weigong's face was a little trance-like.

In the middle of the long street, he felt lonely, as if he was walking alone in the wilderness, and he was alone in the vast world.

I can't remember when the cold and heat have not invaded my body, but at this time, I actually felt the slightest coldness.

"Innocent Cold ......."

Tightening his shirt slightly, Palace Chief Han Wei let out a long sigh and walked towards the location of the royal city.

After walking two streets, the outline of the royal city could be seen in the distance, when suddenly a voice came and called him.

"This lord, this lord and stay ......."

The voice is a little old.

Han Weigong looked back.

It was a stall on the side of the road, and behind it sat a man who looked like he was dying, and at his side, there was a flag erected, which counted a hundred years before the book, and a hundred years after that.

"Sir, please."

Han Weigong looked at this kind dress, before he met King Feng, he also walked the rivers and lakes in this way.

"This lord, your eyebrows are black, I am afraid that there will be a disaster of blood and light, and you will be killed!"

The old man said with half-squinted eyes.

"Bloodlight, killing?"

Han Weigong smiled dumbly.

He has been famous for decades, and his fame once overshadowed the world's first fortune teller to worship the moon, observing people's luck, calculating military strength, and even calculating national fortunes.

I don't remember how long it took for no one to talk to him in that tone.

But with a smile and a smile, the smile on his face disappeared:

"What did the old gentleman see? If there is a disaster, how should it be resolved? ”

"Please write a word."

The old man lifted the pen and handed it to him.

Han Weigong felt something in his heart and wrote down a word casually.

"King? The words are good, and the calligraphy is good. ”

The old man seemed a little surprised.

"What do you mean by that?"

Han Weigong looked at the old man, and his state of mind was slightly soothed.

"Why do you need to solve it?"

The old man shook his head: "What the adults wrote, it is clearly the worry in the heart, and naturally it is also where the disaster lies!" ”

"Huh?!"

Han Weigong's pupils shrank.