If you want to see Di Xin, you will inevitably have to go to this palace. But the place where the emperor lives is not easy to enter, so you have to think of a reason.

After thinking about it, there is no too clever way, Yang Jian's mind is full of some people who have turned into Jianghu warlocks to do good deeds and accumulate virtue in Chaoge City, and when they are famous enough, they may be able to be recommended by the doctors of the court.

Yang Jian didn't bother to spend his strength, and went straight to the palace.

If you want to be a warlock, fortune-telling is naturally essential, but Yang Jian is not good at deduction, and this bowl of rice really can't be served.

Walking through the busy streets, we came to a group of heavily guarded mansions, which were supposed to be the residences of the officials of the DPRK and China, and there were armor soldiers patrolling the streets everywhere, and there were guards at the gates, and there were all the cars and horses walking back and forth, and there were no vendors.

"Stop!

A team of armor soldiers stopped in front of Yang Jian, as if looking at his face, and stopped Yang Jian with a horizontal spear.

Yang Jian naturally wouldn't be angry because of the reprimands of a few mortals, he smiled indifferently and said, "Uncle Wang invited me to talk about it, I came from outside the clouds." ”

This team of armor soldiers immediately changed their complexions, saluted Yang Jian respectfully, stepped back two parts, and bowed to see each other off.

"Offended, offended. ”

"Well," Yang Jian nodded, and walked by, his figure elegant and easy-going, not like a mortal.

Uncle Wang is better at making friends with capable people, and he also has a seven-pronged heart that can distinguish between loyalty and treachery, good and evil, and think about everything in the world.

These seven exquisite hearts are precious medicinal materials, and they can be regarded as a chance, but Yang Jian can't accept it, and he won't do anything.

While walking, Yang Jian saw two big trees, so he walked to the middle of the big trees, and his figure disappeared suddenly, without attracting anyone's attention.

He turned into a lark, flapped his wings, and rushed to the palace.

The golden dragon above the palace seemed to have sense, and the somewhat empty eyes opened and looked ahead, and saw the lark, but they couldn't detect anything unusual.

Because at the end of antiquity, the dragon took a lot of care for the human race, and many tribes of the human race took the dragon as a totem, so the condensed human emperor's luck was all in the shape of a dragon.

And the luck golden dragon and the dragon clan have nothing to do with each other.

The lark didn't care about the golden dragon, and slammed directly into the continuous palace of the royal palace.

The golden dragon suddenly stretched out a huge claw, covering the sky and the sun, and covered Yang Jian's body!

Mortals couldn't see it, but felt that the sun suddenly burned brighter in the palace. But the monks lurking all over the castle frowned when they saw this scene.

Who is it that is forcibly breaking into the place where Di Xin is? Di Xin's life is still endless, and the golden dragon is even more disturbed by the pressure of the saint, just like a frightened bird, it is difficult to blend in, and it is easy to damage its own luck.

But the next scene made the eyes of these monks who were hiding here waiting for an opportunity wide-eyed.

I saw that the little lark ignored the dragon's claw that covered the sky and the sun, and was directly grasped by the dragon's claw, but suddenly the golden light shone, and the lark directly knocked one side of the dragon's claw into a hole, and fluttered its wings and flew down towards a palace.

The golden dragon seemed to have spirituality, and he was also stunned at this time.

After the lark entered the palace, it immediately disappeared, and the huge golden dragon was 'stunned for a moment', and the dragon claws that were probing down slowly retracted, and did not search.

At the same time, in the most central and highest hall of the palace, the young man sitting on the dragon chair frowned, and his heart was slightly irritable.

"Just broke in?"

In the private room of the restaurant, some short and fat Taoists smacked their tongues, and laughed and scolded a man and a woman at the same table: "What is the origin of the guy who broke into the palace?

"Brother Zhao, you are joking, the luck of Emperor Xin, dare to call it the luck of the emperor?"

The woman chuckled, her eyes revealing some memories, "Thinking about the fortune of the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors back then, suppressing the entire Southern Ganbu Continent, we can see it from afar even on Jinao Island." ”

The handsome man also said: "When you arrive in Xia Qi, you can only cover one country, and when you change to Chengtang, you can only barely protect a city, but this Emperor Xin can only protect the palace...... It's really embarrassing. ”

'Brother Zhao' Zhao Gongming smiled, shook his head and said: "This is a change in the way of heaven, which contains a lot of theorems, and the kingship of the world is also a great way." ”

"Brother Zhao, you said, could it be Yang Jian who broke in just now?"

The woman at the same table almost squirted out the tea he had just drunk with a word, and Zhao Gongming looked at the junior sister with black lines on his forehead and smiled helplessly.

"Don't always think about that kid, his master is so precious to him, how could he let him wander in this land of calamity. ”

"That's right, Yang Jian should be reunited with his mother at this time," the woman sighed lightly, with a lot of emotion and yearning in her beautiful eyes, "If I can have such a son, handsome and martial, with the demeanor of a god general...... Hmmm!

The man on the side smiled and said, "Senior sister, then you should start a family." ”

Zhao Gongming raised his eyebrows, "I think you two are not bad, if you want a son, why don't you wait for this matter and discuss it with each other?"

Rao is a monk who has been cultivating for many years, and he can't help but blush at this time; the woman smacked at Zhao Gongming twice, and her figure disappeared immediately; the man smiled bitterly at Zhao Gongming, as if he blamed Zhao Gongming for being too straightforward.

"Come on, come on, drink and drink! This worldly wine also has a unique flavor!"

Zhao Gongming laughed and pulled his junior brother to drink bitterly, but he also muttered a little in his heart when he drank.

Could it be, it's really Yang Jian, right?

The matter of breaking through luck is not something that can be done with cultivation and supernatural powers, it must be done with luck and atmospheric luck.

The reason why the lark was able to penetrate the golden dragon's dragon claws just now was that its fate was harder than Di Xin's, and it was also sheltered by atmospheric luck.

Thinking about it this way, the person who has been more active recently with atmospheric luck seems to be Yuding's apprentice, that tricky little bastard......

"What's wrong with Senior Brother?"

"No, it's okay," Zhao Gongming put down his wine glass, stood up, picked up the flag on the side, and put on a cloth hat. "I'll go to the palace for a stroll, you will remember to settle the bill later, it is not easy for mortals to survive. ”

"Senior brother wait for me," the man who was drinking with Zhao Gongming also stood up, threw down two pieces of gold cakes, and said with a smile, "It's okay left and right, I will also go back to Shangrong's Mansion to continue alchemy." ”

"Well, remember to ask for more useful information. ”

"I can save it, senior brother, rest assured. ”

Zhao Gongming nodded, and hurriedly went downstairs with his banner.

Look at the flag, the front is written with four big characters of heaven and earth Xuanhuang, and on the north side is two lines of slogans.

'Ask the hexagram to ask the immortal to change the way of life, move the house to drive away the ghost and set the feng shui'

It's quite professional.

According to the feeling of the patrol guards of Chaoge City, in the past few months, the number of charlatans haunted by various places in the city has obviously increased dozens of times.

And what's even more amazing is that I don't see a few Jianghu warlocks making a name for themselves on weekdays, but so many Jianghu warlocks go in and out of the restaurant every day, and they seem to be all wealthy businessmen.

In the palace, a small bee is flying around among the flowers, but it is Yang Jian, who has performed the method of change, looking for the trace of Di Xin.

There is no one in the palace, and there is no shadow of a man in the palace of the queen and princess, but he accidentally broke through a certain 'beauty' and the guard's secret song, which is also a common thing in the palace, Yang Jian will not be surprised.

I just stopped to observe and learn some knowledge of the wilderness.

Finally, in a side hall near the center, Yang Jian heard the movement of the jade object shattering, and flew away to see Di Xin.

Emperor Xin, the last monarch of the Great Shang, was known as a tyrant in later generations...... But I never thought about it, but it was also a good face of life.

Di Xin has a slender body, a face like a crown of jade, his eyes are implied with a compelling divine light, his face is angular, and the corners of his mouth will show a sneer when he is angry. But his bearing and majesty are a qualified king.

At this time, Di Xin was angry, standing in front of a bookcase, with a broken glass cup at his feet, and several palace people knelt on the ground to pick up the fragments.

Di Xin seemed to be extremely annoyed, raised his foot and kicked one of the palace people away, and sat back in his seat with a big slash.

There was another thud on the table.

"Say, go on!" Di Xin sneered: "Aren't you talking about persuading widows not to take concubines and not to have pleasure on weekdays?

In front of the case, there were four people standing, two with old faces and two younger but also gray-haired.

Yang Jian didn't know these four people, but he felt a faint Dao Yun in the old man at the front, thought about it a little, and understood that this should be the only Taishi Wen Zhong who could 'control the king'.

"Your Majesty," Wen Zhong bowed his head and sighed, "It has not been a year since the princes jointly requested a reduction in the number of troops to be reduced. Why should Your Majesty be angry? This matter has not happened for a year since the past. For the princes, appeasement is, to show military might later, and they can settle down for ten years and five years. ”

Di Xin's forehead had cross-ribs beating, and he said coldly: "The widow doesn't want to be appeased, what can he do?"

"This ......" Wen Zhong groaned a little, looking at Di Xin, and there was also some helplessness in his old eyes.

"King!" The old man on the side arched his hand and said with a full heart: "Since ancient times, the princes have been treated with grace and power, and this move is not a blind concession, just to let these princes settle down and wait for the king to clean up!"

The middle-aged military general behind the old man also persuaded: "Now that the war in the land of Dongyi is raging, there is really not much energy to deal with these princes. Actually, the king, even if you don't give them a decree, they are privately recruiting private soldiers, which is even more hateful!"

"Hah!" Di Xin suddenly smiled, leaning on the dragon's back, and suddenly slapped his palm on the table in front of him, and the long table carved from precious wood exploded directly from it!

Bang!

"Look! This is the world of the widows! This is the world of the widows! Half of the princes of the eight hundred towns have ill intentions, and half of them occupy the land and claim the king, and they do not respect the order! What does the widow want them to do!"

The four important ministers were all silent, and they had heard Di Xin complain about this matter many times.

But when the first emperor was already in power, the princes of the eight hundred towns were already powerful, and after Di Xin succeeded to the throne, the princes were even more unscrupulous in recruiting troops and horses, and their hearts could be punished.

Wen Zhong said: "Your Majesty, the princes of the world are headed by the four major towns, if you kill chickens and monkeys, why don't you choose one of these four people and make more plans." ”

"How does the master want to plan?"

Di Xin raised his eyebrows, and there was a lot of anticipation in his eyes.

And Yang Jian, who had been listening to these on the beams of the house, had some strange emotions in his heart.

The real battle of the gods, could it be that Di Xin wanted to suppress the 800 princes, but was overthrown by the 800 princes?

That's really ......

Listen to it.