Yong'an City, in front of Yongwang's Mansion.

Two huge stone lions stood guard in front of the vermilion gate, staring majestically at the people coming and going in front of the mansion, showing the majesty of King Yong.

Whether it is a dignitary or a scholar, when passing by the mansion of King Yong, he will subconsciously look solemn and keep silent, lest he disturb the master of the mansion.

It's just that in recent times, with the wanton expansion and encroachment of the Sanyang Society, the land occupied by King Yong is in danger, and the gate of the palace has long since ceased to be peaceful.

Officials at all levels hurriedly entered and exited the palace, and from time to time they could see heralds hurrying to the gate of the palace, shouting at the guards.

"I have important military affairs to inform General Wei Lun, and please report it. ”

The guards immediately stepped forward to take the horse away, helped him down, and searched him by the way.

The whole thing is a busy and noisy image.

In the palace Huicheng Pavilion.

This study was originally the place where King Yong's office was approved, but after his uncle General Wei Lun moved in, it has become his temporary office.

At this time, it was already the middle of the day, that is, between nine o'clock and eleven o'clock, and the Huicheng Pavilion was still brightly lit.

With the creak of the wooden door closing, an old Taoist priest with a white beard slowly walked out of the study.

After more than 100 steps out of the study, the two boys who were waiting next to them immediately walked out quickly, supported the old Taoist priest from left to right, and said in unison, "Master, you are tired. ”

The old Taoist priest shook his head, patted the heads of the two Taoist boys with some doting, and said with a kind expression, "It's late at night, didn't I tell you, go and rest early, don't wait for the old Taoist." You are still young and do not sleep well at night. How will I study tomorrow? ”

"Don't wait for the old way in the future, is the master so weak in your hearts?

As soon as Lao Dao's words were finished, the Dao boy on his left immediately said, "Master Ancestor is old and strong, but you didn't come back to rest, Zi Nan and I just couldn't sleep, so we waited outside for a while." Do you say, Zinan?"

The Dao boy on the right immediately nodded again and again.

Lao Dao looked at the two boys who were supporting him, and said with some sadness in relief, "Good boy, the ancestor knows that you are all good children. But this palace is no better than in our mountains, the rules are very strict, you don't have to be so chaotic in the future, otherwise it is easy to have an accident. ”

The two boys immediately nodded yes.

The old and the young walked slowly and leisurely to their residence.

Halfway through, after just passing through an arch carved with beams and pillars, the old man, who had always been kind, suddenly opened his eyes angrily, and a trace of lightning crossed his eyes, and a voice like thunder shouted from his mouth.

"He Fangxiao is so small that he dares to stop me in my way. ”

In the midst of the loud shouts, a protector god with a blue body and countless lightning flashes will come out in response, turning into a ball of rolling mines that rotate around the three of them.

Only then did the two Dao Tong discover that the originally exquisite garden palace around them had disappeared, and was replaced by countless gray and white mist that could not be seen.

The two of them immediately shrank behind Lao Dao, and at the same time, they immediately took out a yellow talisman from their respective arms and held it in their hands, and then closed their eyes and recited in a low voice, not looking at it.

Zhang Jiao looked at the movements of the two Taoist boys, and had to sigh that this Yuanhuang faction was a big faction that had been inherited for hundreds of years, and even this little boy seemed unflustered and progressive in such a situation.

He didn't sell it at the moment, and an illusory figure composed of countless gray and white mist quietly appeared in front of Lao Dao.

"I take the liberty to visit, and I ask for the forgiveness of the real person. ”

As soon as the faint voice sounded, the rolling mine protecting the three of Lao Dao immediately turned into a ray of lightning, and with the rolling thunder, it penetrated the figure's head in an instant.

The headless figure stood blankly for a few moments before it reacted.

He touched his empty head, and immediately countless gray mist erupted from his neck, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into the shape of a head.

"Real people don't want to do it, there is no malice in the next place, just to convey a message. ”

After hearing him say this, Lao Dao looked at the gray mist around him, and then looked at the unharmed figure in front of him, and immediately called back the Dharma Protector God to protect the two Dao boys.

He snapped, "Oh, Your Excellency trapped us just to deliver a message. ”

The figure nodded, and a fluctuating sound immediately sounded in Lao Dao's ears.

After a while, after listening to the news from him, Lao Dao's slightly narrowed eyes immediately widened, and he subconsciously asked, "Is this true?"

But there was no response, and he looked in front of him, where there was no one in front of him.

The bright moonlight fell down, but the other party had already left.

Lao Dao looked at the location of the mysterious man just now, and his expression was uncertain.

After a while, he took a long sigh of relief and said self-deprecatingly.

"It's really a mess in the world, and all this evil and crooked ways have come out. It is really strange that such a strong evil aura can appear in this palace in a grand manner. ”

He said this on his lips, but his heart was all on the other party's news that had just arrived.

"I don't care if this mysterious person is a conspiracy or a conspiracy, but if this news is true, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so I have to give it a try. ”

Lao Dao's expression was uncertain, and after secretly pondering for a while, he finally made up his mind.

He walked quickly to the edge of the courtyard wall of the palace, and then in the incredible eyes of the two Taoist boys, he actually made a dry land and easily crossed the courtyard wall nearly a foot high.

As soon as Lao Dao turned out of the palace, he immediately took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve and clamped it between his fingers. And then to the yellow symbol, like

The chanting began to babble like a scripture.

Whenever he finished speaking, a black dot as thin as a mosquito ant appeared on the yellow talisman.

In a moment's effort, the yellow talisman was already covered with countless black dots.

Lao Dao didn't dare to stop chattering, and flicked it into the air with the wind, and the yellow talisman on his fingertips immediately turned into a streamer and disappeared into the night sky.

After doing all this, he plucked onions from another dry land and immediately turned them back into the palace.

In the Yuhuan Building of the Royal Palace, the lights are bright, as if it is bright day.

King Yong sat in the hall with a glass of wine in his hand.

In front of him, a thousand charming beauties were dancing, like elves under the moon, beautiful.

But King Yong, who was sitting on the top, had no intention of appreciating it, his eyes were staring at the wine glass in his hand, his mind had long since drifted away, and the expression on his face was constantly changing like changing faces.

Sometimes resentful, sometimes hideous. But these changing expressions eventually turned into a wry smile.

He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, threw the glass on the tray casually, stared at the increasingly blurred figure in front of him, and slowly fell asleep.

In the haze, Yongwang felt as if he was floating and sinking again.

After he reacted, he realized that he had come to the realm that he had never forgotten again.

The mountains in front of you are majestic, and the pines and cypresses and green trees around you are like clusters. A rainbow light fell from the dome in the mountains, the frost was white, the ground was like snow, crystal clear, not like the world.

King Yong looked at the scenery in front of him, and his heart suddenly beat wildly, just like the mood he had when he first ascended the throne.

He subconsciously rubbed his cheeks, and after realizing that it was not a dream, he was immediately overjoyed.

Immediately King Yong looked up at the high mountain.

And he saw that the man of God on the high mountain was still the same as he had seen last time.

He sat on a throne on the top of a mountain, with a herd of rare beasts at his feet and auspicious clouds behind him. The brilliance is like a crank canopy, and countless gems and agate are inlaid in it, and the jewels are swirling back and forth, stacked like flags.

"Divine Venerable...... I ......"

King Yong looked at this figure that seemed to be eternal and eternal, and under the agitation of his mood, he didn't know how to speak for a while.

The man of God did not care about his embarrassment, and his voice seemed to be extremely indifferent, and it seemed to contain countless emotions, constantly echoing in his heart.

"You hidden dragon, why did you come to my mountain and river dojo again?"

King Yong was at a loss for what to do, and when he heard the man of God call himself like this, a sudden sorrow welled up in his heart, and he somehow began to cry.

"The god laughed, what kind of hidden dragon am I? I can't get out of the house, I can't hear about something, and I don't even know how many cities I have now. You say, I can still be considered a hidden dragon?"

The man of God did not care about the complaint in his tone, but said, "The hidden dragon is in the abyss, not by size, not by good and evil. Don't complain, the world is undecided, and everything is variable. Let's go back!"

And when he had finished speaking, a fresh breeze came, and it was about to blow the soul of the eternal king back into his body.

Seeing that he was about to be sent away again, King Yong hurriedly said loudly, "Respect God to help me, if the little king takes power, he will definitely repair the temple and shape the golden body for the god." ”

"Haha, if I want incense, how can I hide in this mountain line, and the matter of Fulongting is very important, how can I be touched by a spirit of the mountains and wilderness. Ermo wants to say more, go, go. ”

In the midst of the loud voice, King Yong only felt that he was starting to become groggy. Having had experienced it once, he immediately understood that this was a sign that the soul was about to enter the body.

At this critical moment, he suddenly came to his heart and shouted in one breath.

"Xiao Wang did not ask God to help me seize the world, only asked God to help me regain the power of the palace, in addition to casting a golden body for God to build a temple, I am also willing to give you this 100,000 mountains in the north. ”

After saying this, King Yong felt as if waiting for the judge's sentence, and his heart was full of anxiety.

He looked at the god-deity as huge as a mountain peak, and suddenly felt as if the force of his physical body had suddenly disappeared.

By the time he came back to his senses, he was already flying in the air, facing the man of God who could not be told in words.

The god-man stared at him expressionlessly, but King Yong felt a sense of amusement in this expression.

His mighty voice suddenly came from the bottom of his heart, "You know what you promised just now, and you dare to talk nonsense in this wonderful land of mountains and rivers, you don't know that there is a sense between gods and men, and every move has its own great oath and great cause and effect." ”

King Yong looked at the gaze of the man of God, and suddenly his heart rose with courage.

He straightened his waist and said without giving in, "Lone doesn't know what kind of price he promised, but I know that the Sanyang Society is about to fight, and the battle in the Northland is about to break out." Lone didn't know if he would lose or win this battle, but he just wanted to control the military and political power, even if the next day was the day the city was broken and died. ”

"Even if this Yong'an City is going to perish, it will also perish in the hands of Lone. It belongs to Lonely, to my Yongwang, not to Wei Lun, a relative of a thief. ”

Speaking of this, King Yong's face was already full of hideousness, and the resentment and resentment that had been accumulated in his heart for more than a year were finally vented.

The man of the gods stared at him, and suddenly showed a smile of interest.

"You meat eaters have always been like this, and you will always be like this. That's it, if you just want to find a Yong'an City in power, it's not impossible. After all, it's yours. ”

When King Yong heard this, his face was already full of excitement, and his mouth was constantly panting.

"Is this true?"

The god-man bowed his head, and his voice was as warm as jade.

"Seriously. ”

He continued, "I don't want you to build a temple and make a golden body, as long as you do it to me in the future. Rest assured, this matter will not be beyond your means. ”

"Do you swear?"

As soon as the god's words fell, he saw countless gray and white mist condensed into a scroll in front of King Yong's eyes, and the large vermilion characters like drops of blood on it immediately appeared on the scroll.

A huge jade pen was hanging in front of him.

King Yong was immediately overjoyed.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the huge jade pen, and was about to sign his name, when suddenly a feeling of palpitations came from the dark. It was as if once he signed it, something bad would happen.

King Yong was immediately stunned in front of this scroll full of blood-colored characters, and his expression was hesitant.

The man of God sitting on the top of the mountain did not urge, but quietly waited for his choice.

King Yong raised his head and looked at the Divine Venerable in front of him, and suddenly laughed and said, "The Divine Venerable may be as I wish?"

The man of God immediately replied, "If the oath is fulfilled, it will be as you wish." ”

King Yong lifted the jade pen in his hand, and the scene of his ascension to the throne kept coming to his eyes.

Hundreds of officials congratulated and worshipped.

The unstoppable sense of power kept echoing in his mind, but this feeling didn't last for two seconds, and the scene in front of him immediately changed to himself sitting idly, watching his uncle Wei Lun give orders beside him, scolding Fang Xuan's touch.

His heart was immediately filled with unspeakable pain as if it had been bitten by a poisonous snake.

The pain was like a raging fire, completely burning away what little sanity he had left.

King Yong roared with a sad smile, "Mother, uncle. Why do you have to help me up, if I don't get up, I won't be in such pain. If I don't have it yet, why won't you give it to me?"

In the midst of the loud laughter, King Yong turned his head suddenly, immediately lifted the jade pen in his hand, and signed his name on the scroll without hesitation.

"Since Gu has succeeded to the throne, no one can take away what belongs to Gu from Gu's hands. ”