The night was cool.

Han Feng passed the general outline of the "Nine Yin True Scripture" and the "Great Demon Fist" to Jiang Xiaohu, asking him to ponder it carefully, and then he no longer paid attention to him, but let him practice by himself.

Wait until the sun rises, and a red sun climbs the sky.

Han Feng took Jiang Xiaohu out of the Manggu Jungle and rushed back to the south in the direction of Yunchen Capital.

It's just that as soon as I walked out of the jungle, I saw a carrier pigeon flying down from the sky.

Its plumage is pure white, with a hint of golden feathers in between.

This is a carrier pigeon specially bred by Heavenly Court for transmitting news, and its flight speed is faster than that of ordinary masters of the third grade.

Han Feng raised his eyes to see it, stretched out his hand to catch it, and removed the letterhead tied to its face.

Unfolding the content is Li Shenzhou's handwriting.

[The military calamity of the sky mobilized a total of 7,000 soldiers from the three routes, and they will soon arrive in Yunchendu; the emperor urgently summoned Jun Huaixu to enter Beijing, and the national teacher Sanskrit God has captured him]

One paragraph of text, two major events, involves a wide range of seriousness, which is conceivable.

[Soldier Calamity Firmament] is aimed at [Soldier Calamity Ancient Key], I am afraid that this thing must exist in the cloud and dust capital, and if the soldiers break through the city, the harm caused by these monsters without human emotions to the Soldier Calamity Firmament is absolutely terrifying......

And Jun Huaixu, as the supreme leader of the Hanging Sword Division and the giant pillar of the country who left the country, will be captured by the emperor's order, and the interests involved behind this will be overturned, and it can almost be said that it will be a complete turmoil in the country......

After Han Feng got the letter, he raised his arm lightly, letting the golden feather white pigeon fly away on its own, and his expression was instantly heavy.

Jiang Xiaohu could sense Han Feng's uneasiness in his mind and asked in a low voice:

"Master, what's wrong?"

Han Feng didn't refute Jiang Xiaohu's title this time, but just said lightly:

"Nothing, just as expected. ”

After speaking, Han Feng walked straight forward.

Jiang Xiaohu hurriedly followed.

......

At the same time.

The central location of Yuchen Jing, in the imperial city of Jinluan under the nine-story tower.

The main hall sits alone, and the curtain blows in the wind.

Jun Huaixu sat in the lower position.

And on the other side, is the only person in this country who can be used as Jun Huaixu's starting position - [Liwang] Mo Changci.

Dressed in simple white clothes, with a slender body, and kind eyebrows, King Liwang looked at Jun Huaixu, with a lot of guilt in his eyes, but also a little helpless.

The king's body is involuntarily, perhaps even more desolate.

"Junqing, I'm alone with you. ”

Jun Huaixu looked at the helplessness in Mo Changci's eyes, and recalled many years ago.

That was when I was younger.

The White Horse Academy was destroyed in the battle between the imperial court and the Southern Barbarian Demon Sect, and he was active in the southern battlefield as a volunteer.

It was also at that time that I met the person in front of me.

When he was in the prime of his youth.

I am not the master of the sword now, and you are not the king who has left the country now.

This person once aspired to be a Ming Jun, born and died with himself, completely abandoning his identity.

Because of this love of the monarch and ministers, he has guarded the country for him for 20 years.

Under the pseudonym Zuo Qianqiu, he went deep into Fuyuan Road and instigated the martial arts war, and the two conspired, intending to make great achievements and practice their common political ideals.

Only, followed by the Sanskrit god from Zhongzhou to the north...... The previous generation of Hanging Sword Master broke through the congenital failure and went insane...... None of the people who left the country resisted.

Subsequently...... The Sanskrit god has become a teacher of leaving the country, embezzling the fortunes of the country, and the huge country is becoming more and more chaotic...... The king of Qi and the king of Xiang were eyeing each other, and the general Du Jiangcheng was self-respecting.

The political ideals of the two have long been like a dream......

"I understand that the pressure of the Sanskrit God is simply not resistible. ”

Jun Huaixu raised the cup in his hand and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, not seeing the depression of being imprisoned, so that he looked very leisurely.

"But it's not without its benefits, dissatisfied with Your Majesty, the minister hasn't been as idle as he is now for nearly twenty years. ”

Seeing Jun Huaixu like this, Mo Changci felt even more guilty.

"Huaixu, I know that with your talent and talent, you should have had the opportunity to achieve innate ...... Back then, the sword of the Dao Sect was originally slashed at Yuchen Jing's dragon qi...... It was you who secretly exchanged the [Future Mirror] for the sword ...... yourself."

Mo Changci did not claim to be lonely, indicating that this sentence was not said as a king, but as a friend.

Jun Huaixu picked up the wine jug on the table and poured himself a drink.

"Everything is just the minister's own choice, but he can't count the variable of the national teacher, but he suffers, hey. ”

Mo Changci looked at Jun Huaixu's appearance, but his heart was even more sad.

"The national teacher brought King Qi, King Xiang and General Du to ask for ...... I...... Hehe, although he claims to be rich and leave the country, in the final analysis, he is just a person who can't be independent......"

Jun Huaixu put down the wine glass, and there was a crisp sound between the bottom of the glass and the tabletop, and then smiled lightly and stood up.

walked up to Mo Changci's side, patted him on the shoulder, and then walked out.

Looking at Jun Huaixu's back as he walked out of the hall, Mo Changci's eyes were full of shock.

Because Jun Huaixu just said a word in his ear.

"Ah Ci, let me plan for you again. ”

Mo Changci suddenly felt that time had turned back and returned to twenty years ago.

At that time, Fang Ping of the Southern Barbarian Demon Sect had just ascended the throne.

Jun Huai assumed the pseudonym Zuo Qianqiu and entered the Fuyuan Road alone.

In the following years, the world-wide turmoil broke out in the rivers and lakes of Liguo, the various sects were wiped out, and the remaining sects also moved away a lot, and the dignified martial arts holy land [Dao Dharma Altar] also disappeared in the long river of history under the siege of the five major sects.

At that time, this man said to himself: "Ah Ci, watch me plan for you once"

Mo Changci sat alone in the main hall, stunned.

Jun Huaixu walked out of the main hall, took a deep breath of the gradually warming air, and looked at the man in front of him.

The clothes are plain and fine, and the face is a mixture of mild and cold temperament, and the face is expressionless.

It's the departure teacher waiting here...... Sanskrit God.

"The National Teacher has been waiting for me here, is he afraid that I will run away?"

"Jun Huaixu, I respect you, you are a rare wise man in this country, and I have always been cautious about wise people. ”

Jun Huaixu shook his head.

"I've already told the national teacher, I'm just here to see my childhood friend, you don't need to be afraid of me. ”

"Oh, really?"

The Sanskrit God asked rhetorically, noncommittal.

The two then walked side by side to the nine-story tower not far away.

In this city, the place that can hold the king's nostalgia is only by the side of the Sanskrit God.

......

"Master!!It's a puppet soldier in the sky!!"

Jiang Xiaohu pointed to the seven thousand figurines under the mountain in front of him and shouted.

Han Feng slapped Jiang Xiaohu on the back of the head and said lightly:

"I'm not blind, of course I can see it. ”

The two of them stood on the mountain not far from Yunchen, overlooking the military formation of the military calamity and marching towards Yunchendu.

"The Son of Heaven's Hope for Qi Technique" can clearly feel that there is more than one super strong aura in the military formation.

"Beware. ”

Han Feng reminded Jiang Xiaohu, and then grabbed his shoulders and flew into the sky with him.

The eight-colored true qi advanced, and frantically rushed back to Yunchen.

"Skimming over our army's formation, Your Excellency really lacks consideration. ”

Han Feng had already taken Jiang Xiaohu to bypass the military formation in the sky of military calamity, but he didn't find that there was a martial artist with super perception in the military formation, and he could also sense the low-altitude flight to get Han Feng from a few miles away.

From the puppet army array, a palm completely condensed from true qi stretched out, with a strong aura of five elements gossip, and Han Feng was enveloped.

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