was frustrated, Xiao Hao did not collapse, but carefully thought about his mistakes.

The three warriors who died in the battle could only be buried thickly, and Xiao Hao was very annoyed by this. decided that in the future, we must "repay" the Lu family well!

But how can you learn more about luck? Obviously, ask someone directly! But Xiao Hao himself is a child of the Han family, who is he looking for?

There is a capable person in Haizhou: Kong Xiang, this is also a Purple Qi University scholar. But thinking of Kong Xiang, Xiao Hao had a headache - he was too arrogant some time ago, and scolded Kong Xiang to death!

If you go to this old master...... Forget it! Although we are in a hurry to become stronger, we have the greatest face in the world!

Why don't you ask from the Book of Heaven?

Xiao Hao was a little unable to grasp it for a while, Tianshu, no matter how you look at it, this is an unreliable storage zài!

looked at the luck spirit snake in his hand, which was only the length of a finger, half-dead, and looked up at the towering goddess peak, Xiao Hao suddenly reacted, I, there is a strange talent under this lord: Tu Yong!

This guy who looks like he should be a civilian, he actually takes care of the sacrificial aspects of Haizhou in an orderly manner, and has a wealth of knowledge, etc., this guy is not an ordinary civilian!

Go for it!

Xiao Hao thought about it, and only this guy was special. Hey, I suddenly found that Haizhou is really very poor and poor, and I can't even find a single talent! This is absolutely unforgivable!

Hey, there are still a lot of things to do to achieve great things! Suddenly, Xiao Hao felt that he should not absorb the talents of this world? Otherwise, everything will depend on himself, and this is the rhythm of "dying first". It's just that the talents in this world, tsk, are really not reassuring! Not to mention the distance, let's just look close, Lu Bi and Kong Xiang, these great talents, one by one, seem to be managing the Dali royal court, but one by one they seize the opportunity to enrich their own pockets! One by one, in the process of gaining power, they have made the Dali royal court restless!

In the eyes of these people, the family and the country are the orthodoxy: that is, there is a home first and then a country; and what Xiao Hao hopes for is that there will be a country first and then a home! Xiao Hao does not want to have the world that he has worked so hard to build, but he turned his head and suddenly found: I rely on it, and I can't make the imperial capital!

This terrible world!

Xiao Hao muttered all the way to Tu Yong's place. Since presiding over the sacrifice in Haizhou and serving as the master of ceremonies in Haizhou, Tu Yong can be said to be very competent, and his office location is actually at the foot of Tangshan Mountain, and on Tangshan Mountain is the first real sacrificial temple in Haizhou.

Because Xiao Hao is the "lord" of Haizhou, Xiao Hao can see that the faint purple qi between heaven and earth is like mist, following an inexplicable trajectory and blending into the sacrificial temple. Then these luck luck, and through guò's inexplicable mechanism, actually moved out of thin air to the luck spirit snake that Xiao Hao had been holding in his hands.

It's an amazing feeling. In this process, Xiao Hao can even feel Haizhou's health situation, which is the stability of his own rule and so on.

Well, this bad world, there is also a wonderful side. A terrible and magical world......

Xiao Hao didn't want to ask something like ordinary people or people in power, so he sent a subordinate to invite someone else. Xiao Hao is very much in favor of a sentence, that is, "(Therefore) a promising king, there must be a minister who will not be called" -- a monarch and a king who has made a difference, they must have virtuous talents worthy of respect. It means that if you respect the virtuous and have something, you should run over and ask yourself, rather than calling others: come and call them away.

From Xishan Town to Tangshan, there are nearly thirty miles of road, Xiao Hao rode his horse in one breath, and then at the foot of Tangshan, that is, the place of guard, he dismounted and walked.

After walking for more than half an hour, of course, he was also thinking about how to speak, Xiao Hao came to the front of the courtyard at the foot of the mountain, where the master of ceremonies in Haizhou was located, and the one in charge was Tu Yong. Don't look at the few people here, but they are still quite respected in Haizhou. In this world, sacrifice is a very sacred ritual. Especially the sacrifice of heaven and earth, sacrifice to ancestors, and so on.

Xiao Hao tidied up his clothes and was about to knock on the door, but he ......

With a creak, the door opened on its own, and there was no one inside. Only...... Ten zhang away behind the gate, that is, across the courtyard, Tu Yong stood quietly alone, dressed in robes, looking at Xiao Hao, with a mysterious smile on his face, "Lord Xiao, I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

At this moment, Tu Yong does not see the ugliness of the butcher at all, but there is an inexplicable nobility!

"......" Xiao Hao was a little stunned. Because just when the door was opened, Xiao Hao actually felt a little fluctuation in luck. In other words, although no one opened this gate by themselves, in fact, someone manipulated the luck and then opened the door! Don't underestimate this action, manipulate the luck, this is at least a purple qi scholar!

Although Xiao Hao can use luck, it is a very inferior means: blessings. The so-called blessing is to make the original better or worse, etc. For example, to make the horse faster, to make the weapon sharper, to make people more powerful, etc. But manipulation is to directly use luck to influence the things around you to achieve your own goals - this is actually already supernatural powers.

For example, just now, no one opened the gate by itself - if Xiao Hao blessed it with luck, he could only make the gate impossible to open, and the kind that could not be opened with a battering ram until his luck ran out.

However, Xiao Hao is not an ordinary person, at this time Xiao Hao was slightly stunned, and then made a move that made Tu Yong also surprised.

Xiao Hao suddenly tidied up his shirt, straightened out the crown of his head, and then respectfully clenched his fists, "I've seen Mr." ”

Sir, this is not a random name in ancient times, it generally means respect, longing, and to the elders. Of course, in many places, it will specifically refer to the "division commander".

However, at this time, Tu Yong nodded very smugly, "Please." ”

The conversation between the two made Wang Fei, who was with Xiao Hao, unknowable, but his teachers respectfully called each other Mr., and Wang Fei also greeted him according to etiquette.

Entering the room, Xiao Hao was surprised to find that it was not the tables and chairs, but the etiquette that is ancient even in this world: low couches and floor mats. It's the ancient ritual of people kneeling on the ground.

It is a formal and solemn etiquette, and it is because of its antiquity that it appears solemn.

Xiao Hao was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly walked to the west and knelt down.

If the north is positive, then the west is the right-hand side, and the east is the left-hand side. If you respect the left, Xiao Hao is a self-deprecating one.

Tu Yong glanced at it, and sat down in the east with an elegant posture.

However, Tu Yong was "working" under Xiao Hao after all, so Tu Yong picked up the moire purple clay pot and made a cup of tea for Xiao Hao, and then made tea for himself.

At this time, Wang Fei kneeled forward (Note (1)), kneeling in the south, holding the teapot, and then took out a pen from his body to prepare for the record.

It was a very solemn occasion. But Xiao Hao and Tu Yong, who did not have any communication in advance, were unusually coordinated.

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(This hole is finally going to be filled.) Ha ha...... ）

Kneeling: The action of kneeling in the process of sitting, not kneeling;