The great rivers and mountains are going to be ruined by God!

Dynasties are constantly changing, and disasters are increasing year by year!

Five hundred years of reincarnation, Meng Yuan, who has more natural disasters than comics, is still in the best two hundred years ago!

He didn't even survive a hundred years, and he knelt before the calamity that came from heaven.

The situation of the Ming Dynasty is that after three hundred years of more natural disasters in reincarnation, natural disasters can throw a few streets forward.

Even if Wang Huai's calculations have already taken a tube of preventive injections, a bloody historical data still makes people suffer 10,000 critical hits.

Lao Zhu's eyes were dark, and he felt that the whole person was going to be cold.

Liu Jing's face turned pale and felt that the whole person was not good.

He got the true transmission of his father Liu Bowen's feng shui physiognomy, and he also studied the theory of dragon qi.

Now he finally understands why Wang Huai, the master behind Lao Zhu, dares to predict three hundred years and understands what these three hundred years mean......

"Your Majesty, let's talk about one more reincarnation, the Sui Dynasty was pushed forward by five hundred years, and when the two Jin and Northern Dynasties were in the north and south, the dragon qi in the world was thin, so there were five chaotic flowers."

"And it wasn't until the Sui Dynasty that the dragon qi began to flourish again, reaching its peak in the Tang Dynasty, and began to flourish and decline."

"What if that's the case...... Meng Yuan and Da Ming were on the dying moment of the dragon's energy. ”

After Liu Jing finished speaking, he looked at Lao Zhu cautiously, what he said was right or not?

As the founder of the country, Wang Huai said that the reason for forgetting the country was natural disasters, and Lao Zhu had completely believed it, muttering to himself.

"Special mother, Wang Huai, this kid is fooling us, he knows everything, where do you want to measure?"

Liu Jing was stunned.

"It turned out that the little king was the chief ...... calculate"

But I was shocked in my heart, Wang Huai, there is no reason?

His attainments in feng shui stargazing are better than his.... Even more than ten times higher than his father?

Lao Zhu's emoji couldn't cry or laugh.

"He is obviously afraid that we will not believe it, and would rather use the metaphysics of being struck by lightning to tell us."

"Even if we say it directly, we won't kill him, besides, are we so brutal?"

Liu Jing wanted to speak and stopped, thinking in his heart, are you so cruel, don't you have a B number in your heart?

Otherwise, who wants to reveal that the sky has been struck by lightning, and they don't want to be killed by you?

It's another thing to say it.

"Your Majesty is the Holy Lord Mingjun, neither cruel and tyrannical, nor reckless, even if a natural disaster is coming.... Daming is in your hands, and there is also room for maneuver. ”

Farming is to rely on God's food to eat.

Now tell him now that God has not given him food for 300 years.

What about the Mingjun Sage?

In front of heaven and earth, human power is tantamount to ants.

Liu Bowen assisted Lao Zhu, and he also went with the sky, but did not dare to go against the sky.

Zhu Yuanzhang's face was full of loneliness, and he raised his eyes to look at smallpox.

"It seems that we treat this kid too badly, we will care more about him in the future and invite him to dinner."

"The Maritime Silk Road, as well as the Land Silk Road, need to support this kid."

"Since he said that overseas grain can help Daming survive next year's food shortage, maybe he can pass these three hundred years?"

Lao Zhu said to himself, turned to Liu Jing, half-squinted his eyes, and shot a sharp gaze into his eyes, straight to the bottom of his heart.

Liu Jing touched Lao Zhu's gaze and was shocked, could it be that yesterday I helped Yahua look at her and touch her bones, touched her head too much, and used too many utensils, so she got into trouble?

"There's one more thing we're looking for you to do......"

Before Lao Zhu finished speaking, Liu Jing trembled with fright and knelt down.

"Loved! I also gave Yahua two taels of silver! ”

Lao Zhu smiled.

"Put away your knees, another thing for us is to ask you to count a person's life for us, and then decide whether to use him or not."

Liu Jing was stunned for a moment, others used people to check the three generations, Lao Zhu actually counted three lives, and the past and present lives were calculated?

"It's the eight characters of the birthday, let's get started."

Lao Zhu didn't want to wait, and he didn't tell him that this was Zhu Xiongying's eight characters!

The reason why Zhu Xiongying's fate is counted is that his body is no longer in the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, is there something strange?

Second, if Xiongying is alive, his behavior after Hongwu twenty-five years later is not consistent with Wang Huai's match.

If so, you have to catch this grandson back and beat him up, even the master dares to deny it!

If not, the disaster will be stabilized tomorrow, and Biao'er's life will be stabilized, give him a glass of real wine, and send him to see Taishang Laojun to count the ball!

This kind of person, he is not happy one day, and the ship of Daming will capsize if it is overturned.

Such an awesome character, the world does not allow his existence, why can't he go to heaven!

"Yes."

Liu Jing's kneeling posture has become kneeling, and he is good at fortune telling.

He took out a turtle shell and a few copper coins, and then began a series of operations.

However, as the hexagram deepened, Liu Jing's brows became tighter and tighter, and the doubts in his eyes became more and more prevalent.

As if he wasn't sure of anything, he overturned all the hexagrams and started again.

Still came up with the same hexagram, muttering to his mouth.

"Your Majesty, according to the hexagram, this person's life has been cut off in the fifteenth year of Hongwu......"

Liu Jing wondered in his heart, a dead man, why did His Majesty decide to use it?

What good can a dead man do?

Could it be that the whip corpse relieves hatred?

Only Wu Zixu has done this.

Lao Zhu was stunned for a moment, and then a burst of sorrow emerged, looking outside the hall at forty-five degrees.

"Ding!"

The copper coin, which was originally stationary, suddenly jumped!

"Your Majesty!"

Liu Jing was incredulous.

"Your Majesty, God! After this person's life was broken for fifteen years, he continued in surprise! ”

Lao Zhu's eyes were retracted, and a divine light was emanated.

"Calculate quickly, he will continue his life after that, except for going to the toilet, he is not allowed to hide anything else!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

After Liu Jing finished speaking, he took out a few copper coins and sprinkled them on the turtle shell.

The copper coins swirled on the surface of the turtle shell, and Liu Jing stared at the copper coins.

The moment the copper coins stopped, the turtle shell exploded, and all the copper coins collapsed in half!

Liu Jing looked horrified, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly.

"What's going on?"

Lao Zhu's brows furrowed.

…………

Guanzhong, Xi'an Province.

Ah Biao took half of the soldiers and horses and obediently went to Taozhou in the west, Ah Biao thought he was going to fish.

Ah Fan can't get rid of a few fish, he still wants to raise fish.

Wang Huai saw through it and didn't say anything, when he got fat, he could just barbecue.

Ah Biao arranged for most of the remaining army horses to defend the city, with only two generals, Guo Ying and Feng Sheng, each ordering 1,000 cavalry.

Prepare to set off with Wang Huai and three hundred special forces to find the Qiyuan Valley where the treasure of Mengyuan is located after receiving the holy decree to defend the Jin land.

Night.

The imperial qi of Chang'an is too strong, and he spits out the essence of the sun and the moon for half a night, and he can spray it with one injection.

There are only people who the heavens do not forgive, and there is nothing that Wang Huai can't do.

In addition to opening the Kunlun Ancient Mirror to assist in absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, the stored heaven and earth aura was also released rhythmically, and Wang Huai Tu cultivated it.

After seven weeks of operation, I opened my inner vision, and there was no place where my spirit was not overflowing.

Wang Huai was very satisfied and slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, he sensed a wisp of astrological energy, mixed into the Kunlun Ancient Mirror, and drilled out again, touching his own fate!

A trace of cold light flashed in Wang Huai's eyes.

"Don't dig Lao Tzu's grave! Back then, Lao Tzu was also a tomb robber! ”

Wang Huai gave him a piece of aura for free and went back directly.

In the world, only Lao Tzu loves to count whom, when will it be the turn of others to count Lao Tzu?

The sage Confucius can't do it, what are you?