It’s Mr. Lu, and Lord Zhou is here too. Come quickly and come quickly.”

Before he could reach the gate of the hall, he saw the king greeting him. An old man with kindness and a very different attitude from the court.

Lu Lu was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward to salute, "I will never dare to let the lord welcome you."

"You are welcome."

The old man narrowed his eyes and smiled, "This is here, the court discussion is the court discussion, it is completely different. I am still the same as me in the past, Mr. Lu."

After Lu Lu finished his greeting, he looked up and lowered.

It does seem that there is no difference from the past, and it is kind and easy to speak, but it is this smiling king who cuts the practitioners of the three families in the Tianji Realm by one half, and the four generals are not much better.

It is impossible to treat it like in the past.

Zhou Shu raised his hand, "Lord, we're meeting again."

"Haha, I'm just about to find you."

The king smiled and walked side by side with Zhou Shu. "The state banquet to celebrate the alliance is being prepared. This is a witness to the friendship between the two countries. The lord cannot be absent."

Zhou Shu nodded, "Okay, I have a small thing to bother the king."

"What's the matter, just say it."

The king looked sighing, "We are allies now, and we can't say whether we are troubles."

Zhou Shu glanced in the hall, as if thinking, "The king of the country practices here on weekdays, right?"

The king of the country raised his hands and smiled, "I'm old, so why do you say that you shouldn't practice or not, and you'll survive. You won't be able to wait long to choose a successor. You can't compare to a young man like the city lord. You have a bright future, which makes me envious."

"The king praised it."

Zhou Shu smiled and pointed his hand at a corner of the hall, "Is it there?"

The decorations in the palace are very ordinary, highlighting the word "simple", and the same is true in the corner, but there are a few cushions on the ground, a very small statue of the Shah God.

The king looked along his fingers and his expression slightly condensed, "How can I see it?"

Zhou Shu refused to answer and said slowly, "I want to ask the king to give me that little statue of God and watch it day and night after returning to the city."

The king looked at Zhou Shu and Lu Lu, and the smile on his face finally calmed down, "You came for this, right?"

Zhou Shu was very calm, "Yes, I have a relationship with its old owner."

The moment he entered the palace, Zhou Shu felt the location of the pen holder.

It was sealed in that small statue of god and was deliberately covered up with the power of Xie Feng's bloodline.

This may be useful to ordinary practitioners, but it has no effect on Zhou Shu. Zhou Shu can detect the original aura of the Xuanhuang Realm, which is unique to the artifact. After all, he was immersed in the demon refining world day and night, and was so familiar that he could not be more familiar.

No matter how much it is covered, it is useless.

The king seemed to have realized something, "You came to Tianyao Mountain specifically, probably because of this, right?"

Zhou Shu smiled and shook his head, "The city lord misunderstood me. I only felt it when I arrived at Tianyao Mountain. I just saw it... the familiar breath of old friends and old places is really unwilling to give up for a person who has been wandering in the heavens for so long."

The king laughed, "Old friends and old places are so unrefutable."

Zhou Shu paused and said sincerely, "The king has been using it for a long time, and I am afraid he can't get more. Why not return it to the original owner?"

Lu Lu looked at the two of them, a little confused, and didn't know what they were talking about.

The king glanced at him and said lightly, "Mr. Lu, you go out first."

Lu Lu felt a little nervous, his eyes suddenly felt like he was back to the imperial court. He was in a position of no place. He quickly agreed, lowered his head and retreated, without saying hello to Zhou Shu, and did not even dare to look back.

The palace gate closed soon.

The lights suddenly lit up. It was not the lights, but the ones, but the ones.

They are hidden deep in the hall and cannot be seen normally.

In the fluorescence, strands of power emanate, weaving them into nets, covering the palace with airtightness.

Zhou Shu watched quietly, not caring about it.

Can this little power trap him? He doesn't think so, and the king probably doesn't think so, just to confuse people's eyes and ears.

The king stretched out his hand slightly, and the statue of Xiezhi flew over and landed in the palm of his hand. With a gentle touch, the statue opened its mouth and fell down a cylinder about three inches.

It is indeed very ordinary, without any words or patterns, only Zhou Shu reads it very carefully.

The familiar original aura of Xuanhuang Realm is quite rich. Compared with the demon refining pot hundreds of years ago, there is also a vague and strange aura that lingers on the pen holder, like smoke and fog, constantly changing. If you look closely, you will get nothing. You don’t know the essence, but you only feel that there are infinite mysteries in it.

This is not the first time Zhou Shu has felt this feeling.

Zhou Shu had similar feelings when he saw the Twenty-Eight Constellations Bone Cores and the three strange money. Of course, compared with now, the feeling at that time was negligible, and it was more inclined to be nothing.

It was not until I saw this pen holder that the feeling of vagueness became clear in my memory.

The three are obviously related, the essence is the same, there will be no mistakes, those are the power of destiny.

Obviously, the power of fate on the pen holder is the most intense, allowing Zhou Shu, who doesn't understand fate to notice it.

——Just just notice it, like a castle in the sky, you can see it but can’t touch it. What you really want can only be studied slowly if you get it.

Zhou Shu paused, "When did the lord find it strange?"

He was very curious that he could feel the specialness of the magic weapon from Xuanhuang Realm. This is normal. But the king of Xiezhi, a Xiezhi clan born in Xiezhi Kingdom, could also see its specialness. He also specially used it for himself to practice day and night?

The king looked at the pen holder and said slowly, "I am an astrologer."

"Astrologers, prophets of the Celestial clan?"

Zhou Shu quickly understood something and nodded and said, "No wonder. I heard that the prophet of the Xiezhi clan could know five thousand years and five thousand years, and could predict everything within ten thousand years. He was the only wise man in the Xiezhi clan... Haha, I always thought this was a legend, but I didn't expect it to be true, and I was disrespectful."

"It's just a legend, just spreading rumors."

The king said without hesitation, "If you can really predict, why did the Xiezhi clan fall into the heavens? The so-called astrologists have some skills that cannot be put on the table, and it is very troublesome to use, and they don't even have the shadow of the truth... Sometimes I would rather be an ordinary Xiezhi clan."

Zhou Shu smiled, "The king was joking."

But the king was very serious, "I do want to be an ordinary Xiezi."

"It's special, it's special, I can't change it even if I want to."

Zhou Shu looked at his palm and said, "The ordinary Xiezhi clan definitely sees its extraordinaryness, and it is even more impossible to get so many benefits through it."

He didn't want to gossip with the king anymore. After entering the palace, he had only one idea and got the pen holder.

This is very difficult. The king who was previously unknown suddenly had the highest strength of the country. The reason was mostly on this holder, and the king would never give up at will.

Zhou Shu is even more unlikely to give up.

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