When Lingdu received the battle report from the Northwest Army, Long Yan was furious, and above the early dynasty, Emperor Tianwu squeaked the dragon chair, and even more civil and military officials kept shouting that a generation of legendary national pillar Feng Zhaoran was not. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the simple study, there is still only one desk, above the desk, the four treasures of the first-class study, in the study, a rattan chair, the sandalwood burner is burning with the best sandalwood of the Tianling Dynasty, and a birdcage in front of the window.

This is the study of the three generations of patriarchs of the Tianling Dynasty and the old prime minister Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng, the prime minister who has entered his old age, has already resigned, but he likes the court, and he did not resign and retire like some literati who pretended to be gentlemen who sold their reputations, raised some chrysanthemums, planted some mulberry hemp, built a thatched house, and enjoyed it.

On the one hand, the royal family does not let him get out of control, and on the other hand, he also likes this intriguing and mysterious and unpredictable court.

Looking at the note in his hand, he didn't say a word, he clearly knew some things, on the battlefield, it was changing rapidly, there was no immutable god of war, thinking that Xu Chuan, the flying halberd of the Xu Zi Battalion in the past, was known as the enemy of ten thousand people, but so what?

The former enemy of 10,000 people, now his life and death are unknown, even if he is still alive, no one knows where he is, let alone the current ambitious national pillar Feng Zhaoran.

Wang Cheng stood up, picked up the lid of the incense burner, and threw the note in his hand with Feng Zhaoran's defeat in the first battle into his skull at will, and then came to the desk and began to study the ink, an excellent inkstone, and the dark ink gradually appeared in the inkstone.

Wang Cheng, who was standing in front of the case, laid out the paper, and wrote with a pen at will......

When the pen fell, I saw that on the square rice paper, the word "Zhang" appeared.

Zhang Nai is Zhang Heng's surname, Wang Cheng has been staring at it for a long time, sometimes frowning, sometimes looking out the window, supporting the desk with both hands, maybe it has been too long, looking at the ink has already dried the word "Zhang", although the pen is vigorous and powerful, but he is old, and the person surnamed Zhang is also old.

"Hey, is heaven going to kill my heavenly spirit?" Wang Cheng, the prime minister of the three generations of patriarchs, angrily crumpled the paper with the words written on it and threw it aside.

Sitting on the rattan chair, his hands drooping weakly and naturally, Wang Cheng thought about it, except for Feng Zhaoran, who else in the Heavenly Spirit Dynasty could resist the menacing feudal army.

"If the cold wind is there, then he must know who is the best candidate. The gray-haired old prime minister suddenly remembered a man, the elusive fortune teller.

But at this critical moment, if you want to find this fortune teller, it is definitely a pipe dream, no one knows where he will appear, and it is difficult to say if he is not in the Heavenly Spirit Dynasty, where to start?

In the blink of an eye, three months passed in the contest between Feng Zhaoran and Yuan Shengnan.

The war in the Northwest Wilderness shocked the entire Tianling Dynasty, and the princess of the vassal kingdom who could be equal to the national pillar Feng Zhaoran was even more deified, and countless taverns continued to tell the legendary story of the national pillar Feng Zhaoran in the thirteenth year of Tianwu to the twentieth year of Tianwu Megatron Tianling, which was the idea of the old prime minister Wang Cheng for the people everywhere, wanting to cover up the situation of losing in the Northwest Wilderness.

But he never thought that if he wanted to cover it up, rumors spread everywhere, and Feng Zhaoran was powerful, but the news of the defeat at that time always spread far and wide.

Of course, there was no shortage of good news during the period, but under the propaganda of the old prime minister Wang Cheng, no one cared about the good news, and the news of the defeat was always infinitely expanded by good people, so that the people of Lingdu were panicked.

The man who was clothed in the cloak of God, after three months, finally gave the Lingdu people a reassurance.

The news from the good news, under the personal operation of the old prime minister, finally calmed down some of the chaotic voices from the outside world in the Lingdu.

In the past three months, Feng Zhaoran has lost more than he won, and in the face of Yuan Shengnan, the princess of the blue domain, Feng Haoran is difficult to resist after all.

In the end, he could only stick to the small town of Luosha, relying on the huge military strength of the Northwest Army to make the last resistance.

Although it was a small victory, it was difficult to resist the feudal army that kept moving forward.

In the past three months, the temperature in the northwest wilderness, which had already entered autumn, began to drop and gradually became colder.

Winter is coming.

And the soldiers are still wearing cold armor to guard the most marginal city of the Northwest Wilderness - Luosha Town.

And in the Lingdu, with the arrival of a blizzard, people gradually faded a lot of wars about the Northwest Wilderness, cold, extremely cold.

The sudden blizzard caught the Lingdu people off guard.

A cold snap that had swept through the entire Heavenly Spirit more than half a month earlier than in previous years.

And in the Prime Minister's Mansion, the old Prime Minister in his old age also fell ill in bed because of the arrival of this blizzard.

The Prime Minister's Mansion, where the threshold was broken, was bustling. The protégé of the old prime minister Wang Cheng also took the opportunity to gather together to discuss how to resist the powerful offensive of the feudal army.

In the face of Yuan Shengnan's oppression, even the protégés of the old prime minister could only sigh and sigh at the familiar faces in front of them, and asked Qingtian speechlessly.

This was due to the pressure that Yuan Shengnan put on Tianling, but it was pressed on Feng Zhaoran's shoulders.

After the blizzard, the Lingdu was still very lively, and no one cared about the Lingdu, in front of the West Lingmen, a white long cloth wearing a shabby cotton jacket and holding a fortune-telling fortune in his hand stopped in front of the gate.

The man had a messy bun of hair and a smudge-covered face, which made people feel like a complete Hanako, but he had this fortune-telling sign in his hand.

Who would go to such a fortune teller called Hanako, who may not even be able to afford to eat?

However, in the Heavenly Spirit Dynasty, where strange people and strange things are everywhere, there are always exceptions......

Due to the blizzard raid, the old prime minister was sick in bed, and his protégé Liu Can, due to poverty in his early years, was recommended by the old prime minister Wang Cheng and was reused.

No, Liu Can, who had just walked out of Xilingmen, met this fortune teller who was like a beggar.

"Dare to ask Mr. if he knows fortune telling?" Liu Can took the initiative to step forward, looked at the man, and asked.

The fortune teller smiled and looked at Liu Can with a respectful face.

"You should be that down-and-out scholar Liu Can, who has always liked the nonsense of warlocks, and if you can live until now, you have accumulated a lot of yin virtue in your previous life. As soon as the Jianghu Warlock spoke, he asked the four guards behind Liu Can to draw their swords against each other.

"Hey...... You must not be so rude to your husband. Liu Can waved his hand to stop the next move of the four guards behind him.

"If I'm right, you're probably worried about one thing. The fortune teller was not polite, and sat down directly in front of Liu Can, even if there was snow on the ground.

Liu Can looked at the fortune teller who sat down directly despite the freezing snow on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down straight.

"As Mr. said, my mentor Wang Lao and others are worried about this matter. As soon as Liu Can sat down, he felt a coldness coming from the ground, and he couldn't help but shiver, but looking at the fortune teller who had no influence on the other side, he finally endured it and didn't stand up.

"It seems that Lord Liu is really as rumored, get up, don't freeze your body. The fortune teller watched Liu Can's movements, smiled slightly, and then got up and helped Liu Can up.

And the four guards behind him frowned, for fear that the fortune teller was a master of the rivers and lakes and wanted to plot against his master.

"Sir, since you all know, is there a solution?" Liu Can was also confused, he actually told the major affairs of the country to a fortune teller like a beggar, if it was spread out, not to mention the nine clans, it would definitely become the handle of the Di Kingdom, the Vassal Kingdom, and the Barbarian Three Kingdoms to laugh at the Tianling Dynasty.

At this moment, Liu Can didn't know whether what he was doing was right or wrong.

He has always believed in the words of the charlatan, and in the face of this unknown charlatan, he pinned the last hope in his heart on this beggar-like charlatan, because he was already exhausted.

"I don't dare to say the solution, but I want to see Prime Minister Wang, I don't know if I can ......," the Jianghu Warlock said with a smile.

"This ......" Liu Can hesitated at the moment, his own safety was not concerned, as for his mentor Wang Lao, he was now sick in bed and would not be a guest easily.

"Lord Liu, don't be careful, you just need to bring a sentence to Prime Minister Wang. "The warlock is very casual, with a light and breezy appearance, like a master in the world.

"What are you talking about?" Liu Can couldn't help asking.

"Hehe, when you saw the old prime minister Wang, you said that I was waiting for the arrival of the Leng Feng at the Yuelai Inn in Lingdu. After the Jianghu Warlock finished speaking, he smiled and walked forward, ignoring Liu Can, who was stunned in the local area.

Who is he? Can the three most senior generations of the dynasty, the old prime minister, go to see him?

Liu Can couldn't imagine that he was wondering if he would return to the Prime Minister's Mansion to meet his mentor Wang Lao to tell him about this matter.

In the end, reason failed to gain the upper hand.

Looking at the fortune teller who entered the Xiling Gate, Liu Can returned to the Lingdu suspiciously.

When Liu Can saw his mentor Wang Lao again, it was already evening.

Looking at the white-haired and sick Wang Lao, Liu Can was still hesitating in his heart.

"It's Liu Can, aren't you returning to Bazhou?" Wang Cheng's slightly hoarse voice echoed in Liu Can's mind.

"Oh, Elder Wang, there's something I don't know if I should tell you or not, so ......" Liu Can was still hesitating.

"Since there is something, then say, don't talk about it, I know your temperament, it must be a big deal, otherwise you wouldn't have made a special trip back. Wang Cheng coughed twice, and then said.

"I saw a fortune teller outside the Xiling Gate......" Liu Can said, but before he finished speaking, Wang Cheng, who originally thought that something big had happened, heard this, and immediately became angry.

"Fortune teller, what kind of bullshit warlock are ......you? cough cough ......" Wang Lao was angry in his heart, pointing at Liu Can uncomfortably, and he couldn't spit out the bitterness in his heart.

"Elder Wang, don't be angry, I was wrong!" Under Elder Wang's flushed face, Liu Can hurriedly fell to the ground, for fear of annoying this old teacher again.

"That's it, you're already at the age of sixties, my old guy won't live long, it's just you......" Wang Lao is still the old Wang who likes to chatter.

Listening to Wang Lao's constant chatter, Liu Can relieved himself.

"Elder Wang, don't be angry, I just met a fortune teller on the road, and he was ashamed to say that he would wait for your arrival at the Yuelai Inn in the Lingdu. Liu Can looked at his mentor Wang Lao with a smile.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Wang Lao's face was wrong.

Under that suddenly serious face, there seemed to be a secret unknown to Liu Can.

"What are you talking about?" Wang Fei was half-lying, and after hearing Liu Can's words, he took the initiative to get up.

The old man who was sick in bed seemed to be back to the light.

"There is a self-proclaimed cold wind warlock who said that he is waiting for your ......arrival at the Yuelai Inn in the Lingdu," Liu Can said again without knowing why.

"Haha, Liu Can, Liu Can, I still blame you, it seems that among so many people, you can come in handy at a critical moment, haha......" Wang Cheng suddenly burst into laughter in front of Liu Can.

Don't wait for Liu Can to think about it.

"Liu Can, go, accompany me to see that person, he is a turning point for my Tianling Dynasty......" Wang Cheng laughed, even forgot to put on his shoes, and directly pushed open the door, ignoring the cold after the blizzard, and went out directly.

Liu Can was left standing in place, unbelievably recalling the ragged fortune teller.

Could it be that he really met a man of God this time? Liu Can thought in his heart.