"Your Highness, Bianliang's dragon qi is gone!"

Zhang Junbao's face was gloomy and solemn.

"Dragon Qi, what about the Golden Dragon Qi?"

Zhao Shu was startled, his face instantly turned blood-red, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Originally, I thought that the dragon qi had been sealed, but a new qi luck was born in the sky above Bianliang, which means that the previous golden dragon qi luck was stolen by someone with a secret method. ”

"Did they steal the golden dragon's luck? Is there such a secret method in the world? What is the use of them stealing luck?"

Zhao Shu forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, his face was gloomy as water, and he asked slowly, his tone heavy and oppressive.

"The Golden Dragon of Luck can condense the golden body, and it can also be used to break some unique seals!

If you use the luck of the golden dragon and the dragon vein to one, maybe you can condense the dragon body!

With the power of the Ancient Daomen, it should be possible to easily detain the Qi Luck Golden Dragon, especially the Qi Luck Golden Dragon that has lost the emperor's control, and it can be controlled even more. ”

"Daomen is a good plan!"

Zhao Shu snorted coldly, swept the sky above Bianliang in the distance, and a weak golden dragon slowly grew, but no matter how big it became, it couldn't support the foundation of the Great Song Dynasty.

It seems that the country of the Great Song Dynasty is really going to be stormy.

"Is there any way to temporarily enhance and maintain the luck of the Great Song Dynasty?"

The Great Song Dynasty must be stable for a period of time, and it must not be chaotic now, at least until he stabilizes Yanjing and disperses the Jurchens.

"There is only one way, which is to build the Shenglong Palace, gather the power of the Yellow River, and temporarily stabilize the dragon qi! It's just that this method is too long and too slow, and the dragon veins of the Yellow River are too irritable, and it is difficult to stabilize them, unless you find the Hebo of the Yellow River, with the help of the river map, use the power of the Yellow River to supplement the golden dragon luck!"

After listening to Zhang Junbao's words, Zhao Shu's expression couldn't help but stagnate: "Junbao." You and I have been kings and ministers for many years, don't joke around at this time, let's think of a serious way!"

Zhang Junbao also felt that his words were a little absurd for a while, and bowed down: "Your Highness, don't think that the poor road is joking, the Yellow River does have Hebo, but Hebo is not a mountain spirit and water monster in mythology, but a sect."

Their vein has existed since ancient times, and it is a single lineage, with the Yellow River and the earth qi as the power of cultivation. Absorb the breath of the Yellow River and condense the soul.

This generation of the Yellow River Hebo must have a river map in his hands, and if he can get the help of the Yellow River, it will also be of great help to the future management of the Yellow River!"

Hearing this, Zhao Shu picked up the cup in his hand and smiled slightly, hiding his embarrassment.

"Then Jun Bao knows where Hebo is?"

Since there is a solution, Zhao Shu is not verbose, he must leave here as soon as possible. Although Yanjing slowly stabilized, Taiyuan and Guanzhong had too many twists and turns, and he had to complete all the preparations when everyone was entangled.

"Hebo is extremely hidden. Very few people can find them, and even if they see people, they are all creatures who have their spirits attached to the Yellow River, which leads many people to think that Hebo is the spirit of the Yellow River!"

Zhao Shu listened carefully. I didn't expect there to be so many hidden things.

"There are two ways to find this river, one is to burn books and pray. Convey to the living beings of the Yellow River and let Hebo know.

The other is to search for the Hebo Temple, and with the help of the temple, find Hebo!"

"The lonely king burned books and prayed, hoping that Hebo could sell the lonely king's affection! It's just that there are many Hebo temples in the Yellow River, but this Hebo is really among them?"

"Your Highness, don't worry, not all Hebo temples can, what you find is the huge Hebo Temple on the bank of the Yellow River, which is 10,000 zhang high and 100 zhang wide.

This temple is a temple for the living beings of the Yellow River to worship, and it is also a dojo for Hebo's cultivation, and there is no special reason for Hebo to be there!"

Zhao Shu nodded, since there are clues, then there is hope, and he also thought slightly in his heart, there will not be such a big temple on the side of the Yellow River, which can only show that this temple has another mystery.

"Zhang Junbao, you and I are looking for the Hebo Temple alone, and the others will immediately rush back to Yanjing, stabilize Yanjing, and guard against the Jurchens and the ancient Daomen!"

Zhao Shu pondered for a while, and said to Zhang Junbao, let him go down and arrange it.

When everyone was busy, Zhao Shu immediately ordered people to burn books and pray, and at the same time quietly left the army going north.

When Zhao Shu was busy, Zhao Kai and Zhao Gou in Bianliang City also had iron blue faces.

"The golden dragon of luck is gone, third brother, was it stolen by the Confucian Sect or stolen by the Daomen?"

"Old Ba, what nonsense are you talking about? Even if the Confucian sect is bold, how dare it risk the disapproval of the world. Besides, what do they want the luck of the Great Song Dynasty for? I have been a monk of the Great Song Dynasty for hundreds of years, and these Confucian people would not dare to do these things even if they are mad!"

Zhao Kai's face was pale, and his eyes stared at Zhao Gou fiercely.

"Confucianism can't do anything, for the sake of their so-called Datong world, isn't it enough for them to do crazy things?"

Zhao Gou coldly sarcastic, now most of the Confucianists are supporting Zhao Kai, especially after he got the support of the fifth brother, he got the benefit of shipping, and the Confucianism treated him even more coldly.

"Eighth child, don't think that you dare to argue with me because you have the support of the fifth child, don't mess with the affairs of Confucianism!

The most important thing now is to maintain the luck of the Great Song Dynasty, otherwise my Great Song Dynasty will be finished!"

"What the hell is the fifth child doing? You sue me? He won't ignore Da Song!"

When Zhao Kai said this, he looked at Zhao Gou coldly, stretched out his hand to draw his sword, and made a threatening gesture.

"Fifth brother has gone to find Hebo! said that he would use the power of Hetu to enhance the luck of the Great Song Dynasty!"

"Nonsense! Nonsense! Lao Wu is quite wise on weekdays, why is he messing around at this time, Hebo, Hetu, he has seen too much ancient mythology!"

Zhao Kai roared again and again.

"How many brothers did the fifth brother take?"

Zhao Kai thought of something and asked directly to the staff behind him.

"He took three people, the fifteenth and the sixteenth. ”

Zhao Gou looked at Zhao Kai's expression, and he no longer blindly pushed the cow, with a hint of solemnity.

"Fortunately, the two of them are too young, and they are being guarded by the fifth child, so there should be no accident.

Now you and I have to be optimistic about the others, don't let them be used by people with intentions, otherwise the trick of blackmailing the Son of Heaven to order the princes will be staged in my Great Song Dynasty!"

"Luck is weak, many ambitious people are afraid that they will appear, you and I will stick to Bianliang now, and I am optimistic about the land south of the Yangtze River!"

Although Zhao Gou was a little unhappy with Zhao Kai's command of himself, he also knew that this was the best way at present, and the two of them had to endure this period of time and continue to condense their luck.

"This is a huge temple that is 100 feet high and 100 feet wide?"

Zhao Shu pointed to a big mountain on the bank of the Yellow River, and said to a mountain spirit with a cold face.

After the two left the team, they searched for the Hebo Temple with the mountain spirits and wild monsters canonized in the god list.

"Don't dare to deceive the Lord, this is the Hebo Temple, but this temple is looking sideways!"

When Zhao Shu and Zhang Junbao heard this, they turned sideways to look at it, their eyes suddenly lit up, and with a flick of their fingers, the idea of possessing a master of the body and a piece of cultivation method were definitely submerged into the soul of this river monster.

"Thank you, Lord!"

The river monster bowed slightly, and disappeared into the river.

"Junbao, let's pay a visit to this Hebo!"

Zhao Shu looked at the huge temple, with a wave of his long sleeves, his body stepped through, the flesh and blood around his body moved, and his breath condensed into his body, turning into a streamer and flying into the huge mountain, followed by Zhang Junbao.

On a lotus stone pedestal in the middle of this mountain, a white-bearded old man opened his eyes and sighed: "The old man wants to avoid the world, but it seems that he can't avoid it. ”

Next to the old man, a handsome young man was slightly dissatisfied: "Master, it's just a secular imperial power, why bother with it!"

"This son is extraordinary!

The old man said lightly, with a little helplessness in his words. (To be continued......)