"Song Sima is really talented, and his instrument is extraordinary! Ha Luha, thank you for saving you this Pingxi disaster!"

This is the Taishou Mansion in Pingxi City, a burly old man wearing a light scarlet official uniform, this person is Pingxi County Shou Zhang Ji Zhang Taishou, Zhang Taishou happily raised his glass to Pan Hao and said.

"It's too good to be honored, it's our duty to kill the anti-thief!" Song Yu sat down below, sitting upright. Seeing Taishou thanking him, he also raised his glass and replied modestly.

"It must be very gratifying to think that your father will know this news. Yang Liang had already taken off his armor, and at this time he was wearing a green shirt, sitting on the left, with his hands on his knees, his eyes were deep, even though he was dressed ordinarily, there was still a solemn majesty.

"Well, it's also thanks to Lord Duwei!" Song Yu couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, when he took away this body, he wanted to have the meager blood of the royal family, and it was more convenient to build momentum, and he didn't want to be able to get in touch with the army by mistake, which helped a lot for the growth of this clone.

"It's all your own credit, but don't be proud, I believe your future achievements will not be limited to this!" Yang Liang nodded with satisfaction.

"There are only two of the three powerful rebel armies left this time, and if General Yan Fu suppresses them, I'm afraid the other two won't be able to toss for long!" said the middle-aged man in a blue shirt with a square face next to him.

"That's right!" said the county next to him.

"Hehe, Song Sima's merit has already been presented to the state pastor! An official official is indispensable!" Zhang Taishou stroked his three-inch silver-white beard with his hand and said with a big smile.

"Thank you Taishou for your love! I think my ancestor King Kang has been reduced to the status of a merchant in our generation! Now that the Song family is in trouble, I should also do my part!" Song Yu arched his hand at Taishou and sighed.

"I didn't expect that Song Sima was actually King Kang, and he was really an extraordinary person!" Taishou and the others were slightly surprised. King Kang is the younger brother of the founding Taizu, who has worked hard with Taizu for decades and has made countless contributions. It can be a famous prince, and there are many historical records and folk legends of his legendary life.

"It turned out to be King Kang, it was really disrespectful and disrespectful!" Everyone did not doubt the truth of what Song Yu said. Because this life experience can be understood as long as it is checked, in addition to the Song family, it has already had countless imperial relatives in the past few hundred years, and there are not a few who have declined. What's more, now Song Yu doesn't need to fake at all!

"The glory of the ancestors has been lost by our descendants!

"Why should Sima Song blame himself, your family's family, it should be revived in your hands!" everyone comforted. Looking at Song Yu's young age and talent, he should indeed be able to make great achievements.

A banquet was dissolved, and Song Yu was invited to the side room to rest. In order to prevent disturbance of the people, soldiers were stationed outside the city. I was entertained by a good student. And Pan Hao came in with a few personal soldiers.

"My lord, is there anything wrong?" He Shan and Zhang Han stood in front of Song Yu, and He Shan couldn't help but say at this time.

"Worry about it, adults will be poured down by wine!" Zhang Han said with a big grin. Thinking about it, he Zhang Han is also the master of a thousand cups, Song Yu is much better than him, will he still be drunk by wine?

"It's okay, you can retreat and rest!" Song Yu raised his head slightly and smiled at the two of them.

"That's good! Then my lord, this reckless man and I will retire first!" He Shan glanced at Zhang Han dissatisfiedly. It's like saying, you think everyone is a wine barrel like you!

"Retire!" Zhang Han held his head high and looked at He Shan with disdain, what could he drink?

Song Yu couldn't help but watch the two retreat with amusement. The real qi in the body is circulating, the true qi is circulating in the meridians, and the drowsy head is instantly clear.

Song Yu, who cultivated with a clone, was also the true solution of the White Lotus, but it stopped at the innate level. But this one is enough. If it exceeds the congenital stage, it will not be able to intervene in the chase. Humane luck will suppress the cultivation of monks, so from ancient times to the present. In addition to the three emperors and five emperors who have made great contributions to humanity, they rely on the recognition of the heavenly court, coupled with the success of humanity and luck.

And there is no Heavenly Court at all in this world, and without the approval of Heavenly Court, even if you have made meritorious contributions to the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors, there is no way to enter. Therefore, cultivating immortality is a luxury for the royal family, and there is no hope of becoming a god. The so-called emperor is just a mortal in the eyes of the monks, and he has been fingered for a hundred years. has become a pinch of loess, how can it be compared with the monks who have lived forever and seen for a long time, and have entered and exited the green underworld!

This Heavenly Dao is obviously not perfect, and setting up the Heavenly Court and shepherding sentient beings on behalf of the Heavenly Court will be his future path.

Song Yu's eyes flashed, the world was about to rise, how could the eldest husband not make a contribution to eternity! Song Yu's eyes were raised, and the white luck in the city rose to the sky, condensing in the Taishou Mansion. On the Taishou Mansion, a golden feather, the white pheasant of the divine horse is swallowing human luck. Bless the Taishou Mansion from the invasion of evil spirits.

At the same time, there are also several red and yellow qi luck standing below the golden qi luck, and various official positions are multiplied, in the clear sound or roar, entrenched above the qi luck, overlooking the earth.

Outside the city, there are also gray-white qi luck entanglements, forming gray-white qi luck gray fog one after another. Song Yu made a slight distinction and recognized that there were a group of detained thieves. Their fate is nothing more than a word from Taishou, if Taishou orders the slaughter, their luck will instantly turn black, and it will be lifeless.

But fortunately, Taishou remembered that there were many rebels who were just forced to embark on this road. Let them denounce the thieves, and then reduce them to slavery and contribute to the construction of the city. so that they may not die. But luck is nothing more than gray and white.

In addition to the gray and white qi, there were cold, domineering, and iron-blooded soldiers outside who also rushed into the sky, filling the sky. If a monk stands in the sky at this time, he is afraid that the spell will immediately fail, and he will fall down and die alive.

Before Song Yu came to the bronze mirror, a fiery red qi luck stood above his head, and in the middle of the fiery red qi luck, a condensed crimson qi luck lived in the middle of the qi luck, although the crimson qi luck was small, but it suppressed the crimson qi luck around him, as if he was the leader. Command Song Yu's luck.

A rhinoceros with red flesh and horns like red jade stood firmly on the luck, and on the rhinoceros, there was a faint majestic aura revealed. This is the atmosphere of Song Yu's Sima official position.

However, the rhinoceros on the top of Song Yu's head looked a little blurry, like seeing flowers in the fog, and it was not clear. This is because Song Yu is still acting Sima, and it is not an official position.

On the top of the rhinoceros, a small yellow snake also loomed at this time, because of this battle, this Song Yu's own luck derivation actually resisted the suppression of the line of order, and there was a tendency to recondense.

"In fact, it's not just that my luck has increased after the First World War, but also that the national fortunes of the Great Song Dynasty are still weakening. If his county official body officially falls, I am afraid that this little snake will condense and appear. Song Yu couldn't help but think in anticipation.

The little snake's eyes were dark and golden. Coiled across Song Yu's head, the snake's head was raised, and there was a faint aura of dignity.

However, the breath was extremely dim, and others couldn't notice it at all, and only Song Yu, as the master, could faintly feel it.

Now it's the snake, the snake turns into a python, and the python shows its sharp horns and stretches out its three claws as a snake. Legend has it that the dragon turned into a dragon for a hundred years, and the dragon turned into a dragon for a thousand years.

Song Yu's eyes were deep, staring at the small yellow snake looming above his head, and he couldn't help but sigh. "There is still a long way to go!" (To be continued......)