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Fengdu is located in the middle of Zhongzhou, and Wangcheng is in the middle of Fengdu, sitting north and facing south.

Beyond the royal city is a huge open square.

On the square is a piece of striped, like white jade like the stone slab paved through, this white jade slab from the mountains of Youzhou, not only tough and beautiful, paved into a more integrated one, is the melting snow water, there is no trace of can penetrate into the ground.

Outside the royal city, there are elite guards of the Shenji Battalion who wear armor and ride BMWs every day, and among the towering towers of the royal city, there are also masters of the East and West Factory who work in shifts day and night, and the guards are extremely strict.

Even the carriage of the Han Taste Palace has to go through a lot of inspections when it comes here.

"Lord Han, I'm offended."

Lowering the curtain, a young man in black armor bowed and retreated.

Han Weigong waved his hand and looked at Wang Cheng with his eyes.

Fengdu is the center of Dafeng, the royal city, and it is the place where Dafeng's luck gathers, in his eyes, it is like a dragon that swallows the sun and the moon, sacred and mighty.

He has traveled through many countries, and there is no country whose luck can compare with the great abundance of the sky.

Dafeng's fortune is magnificent, Dafeng's national fortune is in full swing, and there are still at least 400 years of national ancestry.

But......

A hint of gloom flashed in Han Weigong's deep eyes.

"What is it that affects the fortunes of the country......."

Looking at the majestic royal city, Han Weigong muttered in his heart.

Dafeng's luck is boiling oil, even if Fengdu City lost its majesty in the previous battle, it did not damage the country's capital, but he could see that this national fortune was passing and dissipating.

This amplitude is very small, even he only discovered it after deducing the national fortune many times.

But luck is already mysterious, and the national fortune is even more difficult to know, he can deduce the rise and fall of the national fortune, but it is impossible to be specific to all aspects.

It is impossible to know all the reasons in detail.

Stomp ~~~

The carriage drove over the white jade moat, through the main entrance, towards the main hall.

In the empty hall, solemn and noble.

The shadow of Han Taste Palace's elder pull.

On the throne, King Feng waved his hand:

"Throne!"

The two eunuchs immediately brought chairs.

"Thank you, the king."

Han Weigong bowed slightly and sat down.

"Han Qing shouldn't be in danger."

King Feng sighed slightly, his expression a little sad:

"You and the Taishi are both ministers of the widow's mansion, and the Taishi has left the widow, if you also have a case, the widow is the real loner......."

"The king mourns."

Han Weigong's eyes also dimmed slightly.

He has been friends with Ji Chonghua for many years, although he has different political views, and he looks down on himself, but he also has some friendship.

After he left the customs, he also went to see Ji Chonghua, but unfortunately Ji Chonghua didn't believe in feng shui luck, and he was helpless.

"Han Qing has seen that person, can he get something?"

King Feng's face was calm, and he spoke lightly.

Han Weigong did not hide it, and told everything that happened after the two met.

"That person is quite friendly to Han Qing......

King Feng's eyes flashed with a trace of ripples, and seeing that Han Weigong's complexion did not change, he turned to say:

"Has Han Qing ever read it wrong? There is no problem for that Dao person to become a god, but Tianshou is only a Jiazi? ”

"There may be discrepancies, but that's roughly the case."

Han Weigong nodded slightly and said.

"Yijiazi, Yijiazi ......."

Feng Wang tapped the back of his chair with a subtle and thoughtful expression.

He naturally believes in Han Weigong very much, and the reason why he has gone from a down-and-out prince who has no intention of the throne to this point today is that Han Weigong has made great contributions.

It's just that Tianshou only has one Jiazi.

Could it be that the Dao man didn't break through the divine vein?

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing King Feng pondering, Han Weigong was silent for a moment, but still spoke:

"Weichen has been in retreat for more than a year, and has deduced the land fortune of seventy-three states, in addition to Zhongzhou, there are seventy-two dragons in the states, among them, there are Liang, You, Zhi, Yan, Qi five states ....... the possibility of turning dragons."

Seeing the fortunes of the country in turmoil, he has been in retreat for more than a year, which is to peep into the earth for King Feng and look for the hidden dragon.

Bang~

There was a sound of tapping on the back of the chair, and King Feng's eyes fell, glowing with condensation:

"Liangzhou Huangjue Temple, Youzhou Dalongmen, Zhizhou Zhengang Road, Yanzhou Jishenzong, Qizhou, Wanjian Villa....... Sure enough, it is the most threatening ...... these five major sects."

The strength of Dafeng martial arts is the crown of all countries.

These five major sects all have divine veins, and Mu Qingfeng of the Ten Thousand Swords Villa is the world-famous master who ranks second only to Pang Wanyang of the Six Hell Demon Sect in the weapon spectrum.

The name is bigger than the old monk of Huangjue Temple.

"Although there are many dragons in various places, Liang, You, Zhi, Yan, and Qi Wuzhou Hidden Dragons have the potential to transform into dragons, however, as long as the national fortune is stable, whether it is Jiaolong, or Qianlong, it is impossible to threaten my Dafeng!"

Han Weigong's expression was solemn:

"The reason why the states can transform into a latent dragon is nothing more than the movement of our Dafeng Country, and the ....... of the land transportation is reversed."

King Feng raised his eyebrows, and deep ripples appeared in the depths of his eyes:

"According to Han Qing's intentions, what should it be?"

"First, the war with the Golden Wolf Kingdom will be stopped, second, it is the king's intention to abandon the world's swordsmen, and third, light conscription, thin taxes, and favor to the people........"

Han Weigong stood up and said ten things in a flutter.

King Feng is as good as a stream, and he writes down one by one:

"What Han Qing said, the widow agrees with it, but how it is, it has to be discussed with the ministers above the court tomorrow."

"That's nature."

Han Weigong bowed his hand slightly: "Weichen is just a warlock, and how to govern is naturally decided by His Majesty and the ministers." ”

Speaking of this, Han Weigong paused.

Then he looked directly at King Feng and said:

"In the past 20 years, there has been no war in the country, there have been no catastrophes in the sky, and the four seas have risen to peace, and the reason why the national fortunes have been shaken is not from the outside, but from the inside!

Your Majesty, please let your ministers deduce the royal city,

Find the culprit of the national movement! ”

The sonorous sound landed soundly.

I even nodded in agreement when I heard Shijo before, and he was as good as King Liufeng, but at this moment, his face changed suddenly.

Call!

In the empty hall, there seemed to be a strong wind wrinkling, blowing the Han Taste Palace's clothes and hunting.

King Feng lowered his eyes and covered the light in his sharp eyes.

After a while, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his voice was calm and emotionless:

"Not allowed!"

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing King Feng like this, Han Weigong's pupils shrank, and a huge wave rose sharply in his heart.

A very incredible thought crossed his mind: 'Does he know anything?' ’

"Han Qing, you go all the way, go back and rest."

King Feng held his forehead with his hand and said lightly.

Han Weigong's eyes froze, only to feel that the hall was suddenly a little cold, and the light fell on King Feng through the screen, which seemed a little cloudy.

For the first time, he felt a little strange.

"Minister......

Han Weigong arched his hand and bowed his head:

"Retire!"

Calm returned to the hall, and after a long time, a long sigh was extinguished:

"Widow ......."

........

In the middle of winter, there is a lot of excitement in the city of Nanliang.

Especially after the reopening, Yangxiao Hall was even more overcrowded, and in the noisy shouting, several juniors were busy kicking the back of their heads, sweating profusely.

Tie Shan lazily leaned behind the counter, bored looking at the guests in the restaurant.

Since the last time he separated from An Qisheng, it has been more than three months since he reopened Yangxiao Hall, and apart from pulling back a group of cooks who were threatened and intimidated and taken away, he has not done anything else.

Yangxiao Hall's wine and food are originally top-notch, even in the royal city, it may not be compared, and in the past few months, An Qisheng has become famous, and there are not many people in the martial arts who come to Nanliang County every day.

There are naturally a lot of guests in Yangxiao Hall.

Syllable!

In the middle of the restaurant, on the simple high platform, a storyteller slapped the wood and shouted:

"That peerless demon Feng Qingxuan came alone and killed many masters along the way, even the monks of Huangjue Temple were killed by this demon!

The chivalrous prince was seriously injured by the plot again, the situation was urgent for a while, and the heroes in front of the chivalrous door can be said to be in danger for everyone!

At this moment, I only heard a dragon chant breaking through the air, and it was rolling dust on the official road in the distance! A person, a red horse, yes, come from the dust! ”

Syllable!

Wake up and slap the table!

The storyteller wiped his beard and said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, if you want to hear what you have to say, please be early tomorrow!" ”

"Phew!"

There was a burst of boos in the restaurant.

A guest slapped his thigh: "Lao Qi, you are a special mother, break here to fool Lao Tzu, don't be afraid that Lao Tzu will tear you up and eat it!" ”

"That's it, that's it, there are so many of us, I'm afraid that one person can't drown you with a mouthful of spit!"

"Lao Qi, if you want to reward money, just say it, fool the ghost!"

"Rewarded!"

The other guests also laughed and scolded, but no one made trouble.

First, I heard that books are fun, and secondly, this storyteller is Lao Qi, but he is not a good stubble, and he can go south and north to tell stories, how can he do it without two strokes?

More importantly, here, it is Yangxiao Hall.

Although the name of the blood demon has been washed away under the spread of the beggar gang, the chivalrous sect, the Huangjue Temple and other famous and decent families, no one will forget that the name of this lord has been raised by the lives of thousands of people.

Yes, after a burst of laughter and scolding, urging and urging, shouting and shouting, and many people threw a lot of copper coins on their hands.

"Hey!"

The storyteller shook his hand, and the silver coins flying in the sky were put in his cuffs.

"Okay, Lao Qi's hands are beautiful!"

Some people can't help but applaud.

There were more than 20 high-rollers who rewarded silver money before, and in all directions, scattered silver coins, not everyone could do it at once.

"Thank you for your reward!"

Mr. Storyteller first thanked him, and then smiled 'hehe':

"Can you talk about the storyteller?"

Tie Shan also frowned, and wanted to urge the storyteller, but suddenly his eyes lit up, and he saw several figures rushing in.

"Huh?"

Tie Shan was shocked, and saw two little ones running in.

Although he hadn't seen him for a long time, he still recognized them at a glance, these two little guys were Jiang Tingting and Zhang Haohao.

"Iron Mountain, long time no see."

As soon as he wanted to get up, a palm landed on his shoulder and patted him lightly.

He looked back.

I didn't know when, a white-robed Taoist was already standing beside him, and at this time, he was looking at him with a smile.