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The storm of Longyuan Road may be hidden from ordinary people, but in the end it is not hidden from those who are interested.

Zhang Lingfeng suddenly launched an attack, imprisoned his mother and nephew, and wanted to be the king of Longyuan. Finally, he was spread across the world under the message of the feather eagles, causing a sensation in the world.

Huh ~

The dark golden eagle shuttles through the sea of ​​clouds like a sharp arrow, crosses thousands of mountains and rivers, flies across a state and one by one, and dives down on a night with stars.

Wow!

Here, my vision suddenly became bright.

Thousands of mountain peaks were flattened, and rivers were extradited from the mountains, changed to the river channel, and gathered on Wanlong Road.

The world of Ming Dynasty is said to be the nine paths, but in fact it excludes the Wanlong Path where the center is located.

In fact, the Wanlong Dao, which gathered Zhang Ming's 400-year-old energy and swallowed the resources of the world, is the truly prosperous world.

Wanlong City is truly the world's number one city.

The heavy bricks of the city walls are filled with the heaviness of history. After three thousand years of dynasties, this city is the unchanging imperial capital of all unified dynasties.

It stretches across the earth, and the mountains and rivers in the distance are all small. The eagle flies over and has been soaring up by a sharp arrow before it reaches the city wall.

On the towering city tower, a young man in black iron armor put down his bow and arrow, and golden-eyed eagles flew up. Soon, they had captured all the feathered eagles.

"There are 367 feathered eagles in total, only three without a logo. The rest have the logos of each family, and two are from the Imperial Heavenly Prison. The Golden Eagle dare not stop it..."

Soon, someone counted the Lingying out.

"Kill the ones without a mark, let the rest fly."

The young man ordered indifferently that the feathered eagles were just like frightened birds, flying to various urban areas of the giant city.

Smack ~

This was a warm and generous palm. He bent his fingers and bounced up a pill ball, spread the letter raft, glanced at it, and raised his long white eyebrows.

"The uncle of the old Zhang family really likes to bully his nephew..."

"A 'judge' makes him feel unjust? Or is it that Wang Muzhi has already seen the path of the Martial Saint?"

"Xu Wenji is worthy of being Xu Wenji. I can also think of the method of recruiting a son-in-law. A lucky little thing learned the Invincible Tiangang and even entered the royal sect. What a pity..."

The owner of the voice slowly put on his court robes, put on his crown, and put on his beautiful beard.

The bronze mirror reflected the old man with phoenix eyes. His body was evenly symmetrical and his face was crystal clear. Although he looked fifty or sixty years old, he did not look old at all.

Instead, it adds an unspeakable charm, masculinity and femininity perfectly blending into him.

"Who would have thought that a minor official from the border could reach such a height. Hey, hey, hey, hey, Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu, haha~"

He chuckled.

A respectful voice came from outside the door:

"Mr. Liu, Yan Changgong is invited."

Outside the door, a young man in black knelt on one knee, looking at the black boots that appeared in front of him, and his breathing was stagnant.

The person in front of me is "Liu Jing" who is the leader of the eight tigers of the two factories. He is the most powerful person under the two supervisors of the East and West factories.

He is violent in nature, moody and unpredictable, and kills people all day long, which is the real killing star.

"Where has Xu Wenji been?"

Liu Jing asked.

"It has arrived at Dongyue Road, and at most eleven months, you can return to the capital. The main reason is that he is weak and he has to go to the birds to cultivate for a day in a few days..."

"It's been a long time since eleven months. I sent a letter to urge me, and said that your Majesty missed me."

Liu Jing nodded, just as he was about to speak, when hurried footsteps came from outside. Young men in black walked out without any particular order and knelt on one knee.

"Mr. Xu Jing, Minister of War, invites you..."

"Mr. Qin Feibai, Minister of Rites, invites you..."

"Han Zhenxian, Minister of Justice, invites you..."

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More than a dozen men in black knelt down and reported, and the masters they mentioned included six ministers and even second-level officials in the cabinet.

Liu Jing listened calmly until he heard the last sentence, his expression changed:

"Mr. Xue, please."

There are many big names in the capital, but there is only one surnamed Xue, that is, Xue Dilong, the Imperial Heaven Superintendent who has entered the cabinet. This master of magical powers and a strong man of fortune.

"Mr. Xue."

Liu Jing frowned and smiled again: "Even Lord Xue was alarmed. Could that Prince Longyuan have something unusual about it?"

It is related to the Lord of One Dao, and it is normal to be in an uproar in the court. However, it is not easy to be invited by Lord Xue in the middle of the night.

His identity outside of the chief minister was the chief of the Imperial Heaven Supervisor. His ability to win the trust of the emperor who was dedicated to the Tao was naturally because of the magical power he mastered.

Could it be...

"Sir, the car is ready, I don't know which one to go to?"

The servants come to report.

Liu Jing glanced at the sky and saw the sun rising, and said, "The sun rises eastward, and the purple air comes eastward. Your Majesty must be urging the purple air at this moment, so it is not easy to disturb..."

After a moment of contemplation, he shook his sleeves and moved forward:

"Well, go and meet Lord Xue first, and then go to meet the saint. After all, it is a royal family business. How much should your Majesty have some snacks? Probably..."

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Bang!

On the high platform, Xingmu reshoots the storyteller spoke loudly, and said with a slight slight : "The law of heaven is clear and you should not be false, don't be a good person to commit evil deeds. If it weren't for the wine in Fengxuegu Village, you would have been burned and turned into rotten..."

"good!"

On the high platform, the storyteller was busy, but under the high platform, there was only one person present, and more than a dozen people stood behind him to serve him.

The storyteller trembled and almost lost his voice when he heard the cheers.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

Zhang Lingfeng smiled with his palms and said, and even the storyteller holding awake wood on the high platform stopped talking and bowed to wait.

"What's the wonder?"

A middle-aged Confucian scholar was a little puzzled.

"The wonder is the change of Teacher Lin! The mountain temple was burned and the villagers went to put out the fire. The man was fooled by nonsense, which was no longer the honest duty he had before.

Later, he snatched the villagers' drinks and got drunk on the roadside, but where was there any way to follow the rules?"

Zhang Lingfeng nodded and praised:

"It's good to compare before and after, and it's wonderful to have a great change in mind and nature!"

"I see."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The Confucian scholar then suddenly felt enlightened.

"You storyteller have some meaning to be able to compile such a storyteller."

Zhang Lingfeng asked his name.

"Li, Li Eryi."

Old Li's forehead was sweating and his palms were wet.

This time, the entry into the city was really unfavorable. Wang Jingqi was injured and had no choice but to escape. He was cut off and hung on the city wall on the spot. Seeing that the situation was not good, he was still put on prison.

If the prince hadn't known where to know himself, he would have died in prison this time.

But even so, he was afraid of this prince to the core...

"Let's stay in the mansion in the future."

Zhang Lingfeng took a sip of tea and someone took Li Er down.

"The prince..."

At this time, a servant came hurriedly. Zhang Lingfeng took the letter raft, but did not take it apart, but looked at the old woman who had never spoken from beginning to end.

Seeing that the mother and son seemed to have something to say, the whole group of people left the backyard tacitly, but they were all ready.

In the past few months, the second prince suffered at least dozens of assassinations, including a master, several deputy commanders of Longyuan Guard, and no one dared to be careless.

Even if the prince himself has unpredictable Taoist techniques.
To be continued...