Great Dao Ji

Outside Fengdu City, the spring breeze is blowing slowly, everything is growing, the mountains and rivers are green, and the grassland is evergreen. It is neither happy for the new king nor sad for the old king.

Just like dozens of dynasties have changed in the past, the country remains the same.

Pedestrians and merchants coming and going from north to south hurriedly came and went, but they didn't seem to feel anything strange.

An Qisheng rode a red horse and left without any hurry.

At a certain moment, he turned around and seemed to see the court meeting in Fengdu Royal City.

I also saw Hanchang Palace, which was sitting on pins and needles on the throne.

A Feng Shui master has no idea what it feels like to be the leader of a country.

"Old Han, thank you for your hard work."

An Qisheng smiled and urged his horse forward.

It is easy to treat an enemy country, and it is also easy to assassinate the king. What is really difficult is to govern the country. How difficult is it to govern a country with a territory of thousands of miles and tens of millions of people?

Two hundred years after the founding of Dafeng, the rule of the Feng family has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. How easy is it to replace it?

Even though he is invincible in the world at this time, he cannot rule the country by himself, let alone change the world.

The meal must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked step by step.

If you eat too fast, you may choke easily; if you take long steps, you may easily pull off the eggs.

The world is in chaos, just four words, but inside it is the story of thousands of families being destroyed, wives and children scattered.

He didn't think Prince Feng was qualified to make such a decision, and naturally, he didn't think he was qualified either.

When he doesn't want to be stuck on that bench, replacing Han Changgong is one of the best choices.

He didn't know if Hanchang Palace could work conscientiously and not change his original intention, or if one day he would change too.

But that doesn't matter.

People's hearts are changeable because they lack reverence.

What he has to do next is to make everyone in the world feel in awe.

On the heads of all the kings in this world,

Hang a sword!

A handful,

The sword of kingship!

It has been nearly two hundred years since Taizu Dafeng founded the country.

Over the past two hundred years, Dafeng's national power has been growing day by day, not only because Dafeng occupies the most superior territory in the world, but also because the kings of Dafeng were all wise, and the current king of Feng has been fighting for more than a hundred years, and he is even more so.

Twenty years ago, the enemy countries were victorious in consecutive battles. If Nantian Mountain had not suffered the beheading tactics of the martial arts people when hunting the Three Kingdoms, it would not have been impossible to even draw the countries in a battle.

Therefore, the news of King Feng's death was big news that truly shocked the world.

Countless people mourned, some felt happy, and some even laughed endlessly.

Although according to the mourning decree issued by the imperial court, King Feng died of illness, the news that he was assassinated still spread.

Firstly, it is because once the blood transfusion is completed, almost all diseases will be gone, let alone King Feng who has fought in the south and north, and is suspected to have already developed his Qi meridians, and may even have established the foundation of his divine meridians?

Thousands of causes of death are possible, but death from illness is impossible.

Secondly, that night, tens of millions of people saw the changes in the sky and the white-robed Taoist fighting the red gold dragon in the sky.

Many ministers in the imperial court also knew that they could not hide it, so they allowed these rumors to spread.

And the news that the red gold dragon is the divine weapon and the Dragon King Armor spreads, which arouses the excitement of martial arts people all over the world.

Martial arts people's pursuit of heavenly beings and divine weapons is better than ordinary people's pursuit of the throne.

Because the divine weapons of heaven and man not only represent the most powerful force in the world, but also the secrets of heaven and man.

Heavenly beings represent immortality and are the sum total of all desires in the human world.

As the news of Fengdu City spread, the whereabouts of the Dragon King Armor suddenly became the most lively topic in the world, and people seemed to be discussing it in the streets and alleys.

Many people speculated that the person who fought against the red gold dragon that night was the King Quan Taoist An Qisheng!

It's not just because of his grievances with the Dafeng court.

What's more, the person who can compete with the Dragon King Armor in this world, or even kill King Feng under such circumstances, can only be An Qisheng who replaced Pang Wanyang as the number one in the world.

But knowing that the Dragon King Armor might fall into the hands of Taoist Wang Quan, countless martial arts people who were ready to take action couldn't help but remain silent.

It was like a basin of ice water poured on the head, extinguishing all the fire.

Who dares to snatch his things?

The only difference between this legendary figure from all previous generations is that he is still alive.

With such a great master, who is sure that he can snatch the Dragon King Armor from him?

Therefore, a crisis that should have shocked the entire world, with millions of people fighting for it and losing their lives, actually ended before it even started.

An Qi was born in Fengdu City, and he never concealed his whereabouts or walked faster.

But even if he crossed the Central Plains and came to the Chivalry Sect.

Although there were many martial arts people following him, none of them had the courage to take action against him.

"Brother Tao!"

In front of the Xiayi Gate, Yun Haitian led a group of disciples to greet him.

"Brother Yun, long time no see."

An Qisheng got off his horse and returned the greeting with a smile.

"Brother Taoist caused a big fight."

Yun Haitian sighed slightly.

After two years of separation, he had not changed much, but An Qisheng had defeated Pang Wanyang and became the real number one in the world.

He even stormed the royal city, killed King Feng, and took away the Dragon King's armor.

Each of these was an unimaginable event for him.

"Brother Yun is so busy with chores that he doesn't need to be at ease."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

"Where can I be free and at ease?"

Yun Haitian smiled bitterly, but his eyes fell on the gray and inconspicuous armor hanging under the red horse's neck.

There is no one in the world who is not interested in heavenly beings and divine weapons, and he is certainly no exception.

"Is this the Dragon King Armor?"

Yun Haitian's eyes were very bright, and he did not hide his curiosity at all.

He has always been like this, he will not hide his feelings, curiosity is just curiosity.

Not only him, but all the disciples of the Chivalry Sect also looked at the armor.

Such a gray armor turned out to be the armor of the Dragon King, the divine weapon of heaven and man?

An Qisheng admired Yun Haitian's words and deeds very much. Seeing his curiosity, he casually took off the Dragon King Armor and handed it to Yun Haitian:

"Yes, this is the Dragon King Armor."

His expression was dull and his movements were casual, as if what he was holding in his hand was not the world-famous Dragon King Armor, but just an ordinary piece of armor.

"Brother Dao?"

Yun Haitian was slightly startled, and all the Chivalrous Sect disciples were even more surprised.

Many martial arts people watching this scene from a distance were breathing rapidly and could not help but feel greedy.

"This is the Dragon King Armor"

Yun Haitian reached out and took the Dragon King Armor.

The heaviness in the imagination does not exist. When I hold it lightly, it seems to be holding a cloud, without any texture.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you might even have thought that you had nothing in your hands.

"The divine weapons of heaven and man are neither gold nor iron, neither breath nor spirit. They can be as heavy as a mountain or lighter than a feather."

An Qisheng explained.

In fact, if it had not been refined by the Dafeng court for two hundred years, the Dragon King Armor would never have been seen even in its physical form.

But even so, because he has not fully recovered, the magic is not apparent at all.

Yun Haitian looked at it carefully, even trying to figure it out with his mind, but for a long time he still didn't find anything strange.

"The Divine Weapon chooses its master. It seems that Yun is not the destined one for the Dragon King Armor."

Yun Haitian sighed slightly and handed the Dragon King Armor back to An Qisheng:

"This thing should still be kept in Brother Dao's hands. If others get it, it will be a big disaster."

The master of the divine weapon cannot be chosen by a predestined person. Even if the divine weapon is in hand, it will not be able to exert any magical power, and it is impossible to obtain the inheritance of heaven and man.

It will even attract an endless stream of greedy people, causing a catastrophe in the martial arts world.

“There is no way for misfortunes and blessings, only people bring it upon themselves.”

An Qisheng tossed it casually and hung the Dragon King Armor on the red horse's neck.

This action aroused the excitement of many martial arts people, who wanted to rush forward and snatch away the Dragon King Armor.

However, all they responded to was the snort of the red horse.

Until everyone and every horse walked into the Chivalry Gate, no one dared to take action.

It was only a few hundred feet long, but it was like a vast abyss, stopping them.

Quiet backyard, under the old trees.

An Qisheng and Yun Haitian sat opposite each other, and someone from the family came to pour tea.

The fragrance of tea is faint.

"Brother Dao is hanging on like this, sooner or later someone will be unable to help but take action."

Yun Haitian couldn't help but say.

No matter how famous An Qisheng is, if he continues to be lured like this, someone will take action sooner or later.

"People who are greedy for profit have existed in ancient and modern times. It is nothing to regret if they die."

An Qisheng didn't take it seriously, picked up the tea and took a sip:

"There will be a lot of people and even more beasts along the way. If you dare to take action, just bury them all."

"Brother Dao is too murderous."

Yun Haitian could only shake his head.

The great masters who founded sects in the past rarely took action against ordinary martial arts people. They usually maintained their status and disdain to take action, and half of them did not want to provoke too much hatred. After all, their disciples would also have to travel around the world in the future.

There are not many lonely people in the world.

"Brother Yun, there is no need to persuade me."

An Qisheng put down his tea cup and stopped talking about the matter. Instead, he said, "I have learned a lot after two years of separation. I can try to heal Brother Yun."

"Healing?"

Yun Haitian had a steady hand and slowly took a sip of tea. After putting down the tea cup, he still couldn't help but tremble.

He is injured.

That injury was caused by Dharma King Chi Lian when he went alone to the Holy Mountain of Six Hells decades ago.

It's a 'god' injury.

Because of this injury, his path to divine blood was cut off.

Although he has a calm mind, as a warrior, without the possibility of further progress, it is impossible not to have a trace of regret in his heart.

If anyone else had said this, he might not have taken it seriously, but the person who said it was An Qisheng, the number one person in the world today and a living martial arts legend!

"Yes, healing."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

Yun Haitian's injuries could not be cured by the 'god', not by medicine or stone. Even he had only been a little sure of it until now.

Of course, for him.

As long as you are a little sure, you can still achieve ten percent, it just takes a few more attempts while you are dreaming.

Yun Haitian slowly exhaled:

"I dare to ask, brother, how can you cure my injury?"

An Qisheng tapped the stone table, and his voice followed the crisp knocking sound that enveloped the entire courtyard:

"Reincarnation."

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