Han Changgong was shocked in his heart, but he took a deep look at the old fortune teller with a calm expression on his face.
His muscles and bones were loose and loose, as if his internal energy was fluctuating. There were flaws all over his body, and there was no trace of any martial arts foundation.
In his eyes, the Qi machine was equally ordinary.
However, just because it was so ordinary and normal, a deep sense of vigilance arose in his heart.
Han Changgong lowered his eyes and asked lightly:
"Then as the old gentleman said, how can we break this calamity?"
"It's hard, it's easy, it's easy..."
The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, took the pen, dipped it lightly in ink, and drew lightly on the paper:
"If this is the case, then this disaster can be eliminated and everything will be fine..."
rich?
rich!
If the king comes out of its head and tail, then it is abundant?
Seeing the scarlet vertical stroke running through the beginning and end of the word "王", Han Changgong felt a huge wave in his heart.
"Abundance means flourishing and luxuriance! On a piece of paper, if there is no king, then there will be abundance; if there is no abundance, there will be king..."
The old man put the pen into the barrel and said calmly:
"Chenghui, five taels of gold."
"If there is no king, there will be prosperity; if there is no prosperity, there will be king..."
Han Changgong chewed these eight words over and over again, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
He looked at the old fortune teller and asked coldly:
"who are you?"
"Why do you say this, sir?"
The old fortune teller stretched out his hand tremblingly: "Is it possible that you don't even have five taels of gold?"
Han Changgong's eyes outlined the appearance of the old man, but no matter how he calculated, this old man was just an ordinary person without any flaws.
From the Qi movement to the body, from the expression to the movements, there is no flaw.
This happened because, firstly, the old man's martial arts and physiognomy surpassed his own, and secondly, he was really an ordinary person.
His fingers trembled. He had never taken the initiative to attack others in his life. At this moment, his heart was racing, but he wanted to take action.
But in the end, he reached into his arms with his raised hand, took out an ingot of gold, and placed it on the table:
"This is five taels of gold. The old gentleman has collected it..."
The old man put away the gold with a touch of his hand and said leisurely:
"My lord does not seem to believe it."
Hanchang Palace looked calm and turned to look at the royal city in the distance that became more and more solemn and majestic under the dusk:
"Old sir, your calculation is very good, but how can there be prosperity without a king? There has never been a country without a king in ancient and modern times. All the people in the world must be governed by the king's law. If there is no king, what kind of country can we talk about... ....”
He sighed softly and walked toward the royal city.
After walking out for a long time, he heard an old voice coming from behind:
"It has not existed in ancient and modern times, so why can't it exist?"
Han Changgong was shocked and looked back. On the long street at dusk, people were still flowing, but the old man at the fortune-telling stall had disappeared without a trace.
It was as if it had never appeared.
For a moment, he actually felt that this long street was a bit unreal.
"Psychic magic..."
There was a ripple in the depths of Han Changgong's eyes, and he was shocked.
How many people in the world can influence one's spirit silently?
Even the Wheel-turning King and Moon Worshiping Master who achieved Taiyin Wuji may not be able to influence themselves so easily.
King Quan Taoist?
There was a trace of deep thinking in his heart.
Don't stop and walk into the shadows.
At the corner of the long street, above the three-story restaurant, An Qisheng sat by the window, looking at Hanchang Palace going away, and shook his head slightly.
The old fortune teller was naturally his handiwork.
Not long after he came out of Mozhou, he had already felt the changes in Qi, and was vaguely aware of the drastic changes that were about to happen in Fengdu City.
Perhaps it was because of him that something that shouldn't have happened so early happened earlier.
According to the original trajectory, it took Hanchang Palace several years to faintly notice the strange phenomenon in the royal city, and it took several more years to sense the source of the change in the national destiny.
Hanchang Palace is worthy of being the most powerful person in the world. He used the power of the royal city to lock in the fate of the country and prevent it from being leaked, and almost killed many hidden dragons in the world.
It's a pity that he didn't know that the source of the turmoil in the national movement was the Dragon King Armor, a divine weapon. Otherwise, he might really have reversed the fate of the country.
He didn't fully know what happened specifically, but he knew that due to the turmoil in the energy movement, the Dragon King Armor was born ahead of schedule. No one knew what happened after that.
But this huge city of Fengdu turned into a dead place overnight.
Fengdu City, the center of Dafeng, the most prosperous place, with a population of 50 million, has become a ghost town.
Fengdu became Fengdu.
It would be fine if he didn't know about such a tragic thing. Now that he knew it, he couldn't pretend that he didn't know it.
Knocking on the table gently, An Qisheng looked at Wang Cheng with a deep and unreadable gaze:
"Dragon King Armor..."
He didn't know what happened in Fengdu City in the original trajectory, but he thought it had something to do with this Celestial Weapon.
However, if it is said that this is the backlash of the divine weapons, then the power of the Dragon King's armor is too unbelievable.
It has been refined by the national destiny for two hundred years, and there is an old eunuch in the Taiyin Wuji realm who personally controls it. How can it still cause such great damage?
Or...
"My guest, the wine you want, this wine comes from Ronghua Mansion in Fengzhou. It is said to be made from the secret brewing method taught by Taoist Wang Quan, the best master in the world..."
The waiter came with a tray and placed the food and wine on the table while smiling.
Looking at the royal city crawling like an ancient ferocious beast under the gradually falling sky, An Qisheng smiled:
"Really? Then you have to taste it..."
........
The royal city is even more alert at night.
In front of the moat, there are teams of soldiers on tall horses patrolling. On the city wall, there are masters from the east and west factories sitting, scanning the night.
Hanchang Palace came step by step.
The young general guarding the royal city recognized him and was a little surprised. Then he clapped his horse and stepped forward, saying loudly:
"Master Han, the king has exempted you from the right to enter the palace at any time. Night is approaching, and you are not allowed to enter the city without the king's summons!"
Han Changgong stopped and glanced at him lightly:
"Could it be that Han will be detrimental to the king?"
"Don't dare."
The young general's expression changed.
Not to mention that Han Changgong is a great master of Shenmai, but he is a person who does not know martial arts. With his status as the king's minister and the supervisor of Qintian, he can never afford to offend him.
But he didn't dare to let him in.
"Then get out of here!"
Han Changgong raised his eyebrows and became excited.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a cold current rushing through the night, and the violent air current pushed the young general and the men behind him several feet away.
Then, Han Changgong walked away with a wave of his sleeves.
On the city wall, the expressions of the experts from the east and west factories also changed. One of them stood up and rushed into the night to report to the royal city. The remaining dozen people all jumped down from the city wall.
Stopped in front of Han Changgong.
"Master Han, please wait a moment, we have already gone to inform the king..."
Several masters from the stuff factory stepped forward and spoke softly.
Although they can be considered masters in the arena, they are nothing compared to the great masters of the Divine Veins.
It's my duty, and I don't dare to leave my post without permission.
"Go away."
Han Changgong's face was indifferent, and inexplicable emotions were surging in his heart.
"this......"
"Master Han..."
"Don't make it difficult for me to wait..."
Several masters of the East and West Factory all looked ugly and were in a dilemma.
"Master Han, why are you so angry?"
A soft, high-pitched voice came through the air.
Before he could finish his words, a thin eunuch with a face as handsome as a woman was already standing on top of the city.
"Yutian?"
Han Changgong looked cold: "Don't say it's you. Cao Tiangang is still alive and you are not my opponent."
"Master Han's martial arts is superb, Yu Tian naturally admires him."
Yutian smiled slightly and said:
"The dog slave still won't get out of the way and let Master Han enter the palace."
Those people felt relieved and hurriedly backed away.
Hanchang Palace ignored him and stepped into the royal city.
The lights in the royal city were brightly lit, many soldiers patrolled everywhere, and there seemed to be flickering figures everywhere.
When night falls, some people can't sleep either.
In such a huge royal city, there are at least 30,000 eunuchs, and tens of thousands of maids waiting to be summoned at any time.
Wait until Hanchang Palace reaches the observation deck.
At a glance, he could see the lights in the royal city that were as bright as day.
King Feng stood in front of the mast of the star-catching platform with his hands behind his back. His expression was calm and showed no emotion or anger. He just looked at Hanchang Palace who was standing in front of the observation platform:
"Han Qing, it's already dark at night. If you don't want to rest in the mansion, you come to see me. What's the important thing?"
His tone was calm, but with a hint of alienation.
Since more than a year ago, he has never taken the initiative to summon Hanchang Palace, and he has no right to enter and exit the royal city at any time.
After almost two years, this was the first time he saw Hanchang Palace.
"The king has no rest..."
Han Changgong's expression was a little complicated.
Decades ago, when he and Prince Feng met, both of them were penniless. A few decades later, both of them were at the top of the world, and neither their martial arts skills nor their status were what they once were.
But the relationship between the two is no longer what it once was.
"In the past twenty years, how have I ever had a moment of rest?"
King Feng sighed softly, turned around and looked at Fengdu City under the night:
"Han Qing, to tell you the truth, I have never believed in fate, even after knowing you for so many years..."
Under the night, the red moon flows down, covering the whole city with a layer of red makeup, and the lights twinkling as beautifully as the starry sky.
"I don't believe it either."
Hanchang Palace stood quietly with a calm voice:
"Even Feng Shui luck varies from person to person and changes due to circumstances. The so-called destiny is just the trend of humanity. Heaven and earth are ruthless. How can you care about the fate of all people..."
"yes......"
King Feng sighed softly, and then slowly said: "Two hundred years ago, Taizu Junlu Lanlu created this family business. Even if all the snakes in the world rise up, I can wipe them out one by one!"
Looking at Prince Feng who looked calm, Han Changgong lowered his eyes, and the last trace of luck in his heart disappeared:
"You, indeed know..."
King Feng did not answer, but turned to look at Hanchang Palace with a solemn expression:
"Would you like to accompany me to clean up the world again and create great achievements that are unprecedented and unprecedented?"
Hanchang Palace did not answer, and looked towards Fengdu City under the night:
"Has the King ever asked the people of this world if they are willing?"
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