These days, they have been paying attention to the news about An Qisheng, from his reputation in front of the chivalrous gate to the killing of the Red Sun Dharma King, he knew very clearly.

It seems to them that they can kill so many court masters and the court can still revoke the wanted order.

If others didn't say they were grateful, at least they wouldn't have had a bad relationship with the court.

This guy is so good that he actually directly provoked the court!

"Trouble, trouble..."

Huang Fu paced back and forth, his face very ugly.

Finally, just stomp your feet:

"Waiter, go quickly, find the Taoist priest, advise him to change his mind, and never come to Fengdu..."

As a senior official of the court.

Huang Fu knew very well what kind of power the Dafeng court, which ruled over more than one billion people, had.

In addition to those masters of the divine vein, the imperial courts, such as the Divine Soldier Hall, the Divine Ji Camp, and the Tiangong Academy, all had the means to make the divine vein afraid.

It is not better to face the Dafeng court than to face the three good and evil deeds at the same time.

Compared to a loose martial arts world, the court that integrates all its powers is truly invincible!

Even large sects with masters of the divine veins, such as Huangjue Temple, Wanjian Villa, Ji Shenzong, and Baiyue Villa, which have to bow their heads, isn't that simple enough to provoke?

"yes!"

Gui Xiaoer gritted his teeth and turned around and left.

"This time, it's troublesome..."

Huang Fu murmured to himself.

"Mr. Huang actually has times when he is worried about others? I thought you would worry about your own safety! It's rare, it's rare!"

As the floating and gentle sound drifted, Huang Fu's body stiffened.

He seemed to have been lit by someone, his face stiff and his eyes didn't even turn.

"Old, old, teacher..."

Huang Fu turned back stiffly.

Under the eaves behind him, a middle-aged man in black was looking at him quietly.

The middle-aged man looked strange and had a beautiful appearance. He stood there casually, but it seemed to be in the same place as the Feng Shui of the entire courtyard, and was indescribable.

But it was his teacher, Han Changgong, the head of the Imperial Heaven Supervision Bureau.

"I don't want some subtle effects to produce such an effect, but I don't know what method An Qisheng uses."

Han Changgong stood with his hands behind his back and looked at his disciple thoughtfully.

With his divine will, Huang naturally noticed the changes in his body as soon as he returned and knew that he was being tampered with.

However, although he was tampered with, he could vaguely realize that the greatest death disaster he, his disciple, had disappeared in the future.

He couldn't tell the truth, so he never pulled out the hands and feet.

But I didn't expect that the seemingly slight change could actually make him, a disciple, report to others without telling him.

That old Taoist priest actually had such a way...

After a moment of thought, he opened his voice faintly:

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"teacher."

Huang Fu knelt down on the ground with a "thump" sound, and lowered his head:

"Disciple knows the mistake."

Han Changgong asked again: "Where is the mistake?"

Huang Fu did not dare to look up: "The disciple was wrong to inform the enemy of the court."

"What's wrong with this? If this information can make the Taoist return, wouldn't it be a great achievement?"

Unexpectedly, Han Changgong just shook his head:

"I'm just a little disappointed."

He sighed lightly, and looked at the disciple with a stern look:

"You have learned the qi-seeking technique with your teacher for so many years, but you can't see that the person who came here is unstoppable? Why should you do it if you can't do it?"

"teacher......"

Huang Fu's body trembled, but he slowly raised his head.

He has always been slick, but he is rarely very serious.

He looked at his teacher and gritted his teeth and made horrifying remarks:

"Why did Master insist on his own actions even though he knew that the demise of the court was irreversible?"

The imperial court perished!

If these four words are heard by anyone, it will be an unforgivable death penalty!

In this case, I should never spit it out of Huang Fu's mouth for the rest of my life.

But at this moment, he said it.

As soon as he said it, Huang Fu's pressure that had been buried in his heart for a long time disappeared, and his whole body became very open-minded.

Han Changgong was not angry, but just looked at his disciple's eyes and felt a little surprised:

"I underestimate you, tell me, how did you see it?"

"The disciples do not directly calculate the national destiny and military power as teachers, and even the nobles who are given national destiny are not defeated..."

Huang Fu's eyes were clear, without any trace of the previous slickness:

"But the national fortune is composed of those ordinary people who are promoted to fight, and their disciples are not talented. In the past twenty years, they seem to have walked around the streets and alleys every day, looking for flowers and willows, but they have also seen the appearance of sentient beings!"

"Brother Liu, the second brother of the front street, is a long-lived prime minister, but also a sudden death disaster. The Li family of the back street is a child. That fat boy is not a very noble prime minister, but he is also the king's and princes..."

Huang Fu was a little hesitant at first, but later he became more and more smoother and he listed it one by one, but he said all the peddlers, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

For example, there are as many as a hundred people!

Han Changgong was silent at first, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a hint of surprise on his face, and finally turned into silence.

"From this, my disciples have calculated that the country's destiny is not long! The fortune of a country can be cut off by promoting the fight against the common people, and the direction of the general trend can be seen with the subtle ends. People can be counted as heaven!"

Huang Fu slowly let out a long breath:

"This is the experience summarized by my disciples from the Wanyun Qi Technique and the years of reading and reading, and it has not yet become a system!"

After a moment of silence, Han Changgong faced himself, a disciple who had always been unscrupulous:

"Is this Qi-seeking technique famous?"

"Or it can be called..."

Huang Fu replied:
Chapter completed!