I have nothing but luck

"I watched Shizi's appearance, but was it a surprise?"

Ji Huang's laughing voice lingered in the Zichen Palace, sticky like cigarettes rising from the auspicious beast incense burner, and couldn't go away.

He probably wanted to show off in a complete way, just like an ignorant child boasting to others about the gold bricks in his home, he wanted to boast to others about the candied haws he bought in exchange for the gold bricks, and asked others to praise how sweet and gluttonous the candied haws were. , to be satisfied.

"It was a surprise."

Unexpectedly, Li Zhixuan was a person with the blood of the white tiger.

It is not easy to be confused with his virtue.

Ji Huang stopped at the right time, and turned to the important matter: "Then I invited the son to come, how do you think about it?"

He spoke politely, and the murderous intent hidden under the topic was no less than anyone else.

The dragon and tiger formation in the palace, the two celestial beings in the Zhou family, even if the national teacher has recently been unclear about his position and seemed to have turned against Ji Huang, the remaining celestial priest stood firmly on Ji Huang's side. Bian, by no means a vegetarian.

As Ji Huang said, handing over the phoenix feather and the ever-bright lantern is the best choice.

After all, Jiang Jingxing was still in the city of Haojing, and the Xie family was in the southern region, so it was impossible for Ji Huang not to leave the Imperial Palace of Haojing in his life.

Even if he wanted to make a move against Xie Rongjiao again, he had to weigh it carefully.

Seeing that he was silent, Ji Huang added fuel to the fire: "Actually, I really want the sage to come and break into the imperial palace. Maybe I can avenge the murder of my father?"

He sighed regretfully: "It's a pity that compared to the sage and the son's deep master-student relationship, the ever-burning lamp and the phoenix's true plume are nothing, right?"

According to the relationship between Xie Rongjiao and Jiang Jingxing, Jiang Jingxing should have had an omen before he entered the palace.

But Jiang Jingxing did not.

Needless to say who concealed the secret.

Moro knew this kind of thing once and twice.

However, being in the same holy realm, it is impossible to hide Jiang Jingxing's secrets for a long time. Calculating the time when he came to the palace, it is almost time.

"First of all, I don't know what an everlasting lamp is."

Xie Rongjiao's voice sounded like it hit the ground of Zichen Hall, as if it was about to hit a crisp echo.

"Secondly, the real phoenix feather is just a bird feather, and it's useless if I want it—"

Hearing what he said, Ji Huang couldn't help but relax a little.

The everlasting lamp was a request from Moro.

But what Ji Huang really wanted was the real phoenix plume.

The legendary artifact that can kill saints across borders.

Zhenjiang Shan let out a mournful sound and clanked out of the sheath. Xie Rongjiao completed the second half of the sentence amidst the constant buzzing of the sword's edge: "But anyway, it is something that the Xie family has passed down for so many years. I will give it to you if I say it. Wouldn't it be very shameless?" face?"

Zhenjiang Mountain seemed to have a spirit, and understood a conversation between Xie Rongjiao and Ji Huang.

That's why its sword body trembled unceasingly, and the sound of the sword sound became more intense and louder each time.

When Xie Rongjiao said the last word, Zhenjiang Mountain's sword body suddenly returned to calm.

Only hovering in the tall and spacious Zichen Palace, the lingering sound of swords intertwined in one place, will become a sharp voice and ask, the heart and lungs are shaken, and the five internal organs are about to burst:

"You dare, junior?"

The national teacher's angry reprimands and Zhenjiangshan's questioning were intertwined, and they blended unexpectedly harmoniously.

The national teacher stepped over the gate of the Zichen Palace, his face was full of anger, and he shouted loudly.

He always gave people the feeling of being independent from the world, but now he got angry, and the green clothes on his body were more majestic and dazzling than Ji Huang's golden crown suit.

This reprimand interrupted Xie Rongjiao's sword momentum, and also gave Ji Huang a chance to form a formation.

Ji Huang seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and calmly pressed the dragon's head protruding from the dragon chair, "Why does the national teacher really want to confront me?"

After saying that, the aura of the entire Haojing Palace changed, and invisible air pillars rose from all sides, straight into the sky.

Xie Rongjiao took two steps back to relieve the impact of Qi Jin, and calmly raised his sleeve to wipe away the blood spilling from his lips.

This is just the beginning of the formation, and it has not yet reached the time when it is really powerful.

That's why he deliberately let go just now, letting Ji Huang relax his vigilance and trying to subdue him by surprise.

What Xie Rongjiao was worried about was the imperial palace formation and the enshrined behind Ji Huang, not Ji Huang himself.

The national teacher was probably so angry that he didn't save any face for Ji Huang: "You are the one who is against the Zhou family."

Ji Huang smiled faintly: "I finally understand why the patriarch of Fazong wanted to kill that old man surnamed Yu."

His voice suddenly rose and trembled slightly: "What is the Zhou family? It is the emperor! All the people of the royal family surnamed Ji, and the subjects of the Northern Zhou Dynasty were all attached to the emperor. I am the emperor, and the Zhou family is me!"

The national teacher also laughed.

It's not a smile from extreme anger, nor a complete despair from being disheartened, or even a little bit of condescending pity and pity.

He didn't have any extra feelings or expectations for Ji Huang, and the little anger before was just angry that he didn't have the responsibility of the emperor.

Now it seems that he is thinking too much.

The national teacher is not a person who can talk a lot with the dead.

He flicked his sleeves and turned around: "Don't pay attention to him, son, just go with me."

Xie Rongjiao nodded slightly, and immediately wanted to follow the national teacher out of Zichen hall.

Ji Huang enjoyed people respecting him, fearing him and praising him, and Ji Huang would be happy if they hated him so much, but he couldn't stand others taking him lightly like this.

He slapped the bead in the mouth of the dragon's head again, and gritted his teeth: "During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the national teacher forced me to forcibly close the formation. Now that there is a new addition of white tiger blood in the formation, does the national teacher think he can still control it?"

The maliciousness in Ji Huang's words was deep: "Or is it that the national teacher would rather be backed by the blood oath than protect him Xie Rongjiao?"

Jealousy almost distorted Ji Huang's face.

He hated Xie Rongjiao very much.

Hate Xie Rongjiao never lacks nobles to support him.

Even with this tripartite collaboration, Qinglongbaihu's energy was exhausted, and seeing the dead end with no way out, there was still a national teacher who jumped out to pick him up.

The national teacher turned a deaf ear to it.

Ji Huang activated the dragon and tiger formation in the palace.

The vivid dragon and the mighty white tiger emerged as phantoms, guarding every key point in the formation of the Haojing Imperial Palace.

There are invisible air mechanisms covering the entire palace like a steamer. Unless the formation is completely broken, people inside will not be able to get out and people outside will not be able to enter.

Long Hu looked at each other and rushed towards the national teacher.

The blood that Xie Rongjiao suppressed just now couldn't help rushing up his throat again.

The national teacher paused, and left a sentence: "Back then, Tai | Zu built the dragon and tiger formation. Don't you really think that with Mo Luo's ability, you can change the palace formation within a few days?"

He snorted softly: "It's just picking up people's teeth."

"And the reason why I have mastered the half-face formation in the palace is not because I lived a long time and spent a long time with the Zhou family."

The national teacher was unafraid of the fierce dragon and tiger, and flung his wide sleeves like flowing clouds, and the dragon and tiger retreated.

The dragon and tiger formation has two formation eyes.

One is located on the place where Qinglong's bones are buried, suppressing Qinglong's energy.

And the other is not known for nothing.

It's hard to imagine that Zhenyan is a living person who runs around.

Is the national teacher.

Ji Huang slumped down on the carpet, the brilliance flowed on the dragon, phoenix and unicorn, and the ganoderma lucidum and emerald grass were luxuriant.

"Since Ji Huang opened the entire formation to seal off the palace, it seems that he can't get out. Fortunately—"

Xie Rongjiao knew that the national teacher is not a person who speaks nonsense, so he must be sure of the turning point in his words, and wait quietly for his next words.

The national teacher continued calmly: "I have a residence in the palace, so I don't have nowhere to go."

Xie Rongjiao: ""

He remembered Jiang Jingxing once said that the national teacher taught people to fight casually, and if he couldn't beat him, he just listened honestly. He suddenly felt that the national teacher might not be as serious and serious as he appeared on the surface, and he was kind and deceitful.

The national teacher didn't feel nervous about turning against the emperor, and even smiled leisurely: "It's just right, I have something I want to show you, my son."

The layout of the national teacher's study is not much different from that of any scholar.

Books piled up on the bookshelf, pens placed randomly on the pen stand, ink stains on the messy piles of paper, and half-condensed ink on the inkstone.

The only difference is that scholars display a subset of scriptures and histories, while state teachers display rare and rare practice secret books.

Low-key shouting that I am powerful and I have money.

Xie Rongjiao took the paper handed over by the national teacher with both hands.

He preconceived that the national teacher brought him to the study specially because he must have something important to show him.

That's why Xie Rongjiao stared at the crape myrtle astrolabe on the paper for a long while speechless.

Should it be said that he is really in the same vein as Jiang Jingxing?

The national teacher asked: "What does your son think of this astrolabe?"

Xie Rongjiao will indeed read a little bit.

I need to thank Jiang Jingxing for his influence.

Xie Rongjiao was silent for a long time, before cautiously drawing conclusions: "This disk is very special."

The national teacher expected that he would say that, and said with a smile: "I don't know what is so special?"

"Six relatives are punished by punishment, and Ziwei in the palace of fate is born with taboos, and she is also born with taboos. The taboo star is the seven kills of this palace, and when she was a teenager, she encountered the taboos of fleeting years, and the four taboos rushed to her life."

Xie Rongjiao thought about it and said: "It should be a sign of a young man who has no relatives and no friends. It is a pity. The life master Ziwei Qisha sits together, and all the good stars go to the three directions. Originally, it is a very powerful way to kill the wolf. , can become a hero in troubled times.

"That's right." The national teacher seemed to sigh with emotion, "There is no perfect fate in this world. There are definite numbers of auspicious and evil stars. It is impossible for a person to bribe God to replace all the stars on his plate with auspicious stars. The three parties are good, and the six relatives are inevitable. There is not enough fate. If the six relatives are good, it is inevitable that I will be weak in succession."

Xie Rongjiao didn't quite understand why the atmosphere between the national teacher and Ji Huang was tense one moment, but the next moment the national teacher could chat and laugh with him about numerology.

Maybe this is someone who is used to seeing strong winds and waves.

The national teacher sighed: "It's like Jiang Jingxing, what a good purple greed? He is destined to have a great fortune, and he is destined to have a great fortune. It is different from other palaces where six relatives are punished? Life is always intentional and difficult." .”

Xie Rongjiao's heart skipped a beat.

The national teacher put away his emotion, and said solemnly: "The master of this disk should be heard by the prince, and even very familiar with it."

He said in a deep voice: "It is the first Fengling City Lord, Xie Li."

Xie Rongjiao's heart was beating like a drum, his eyes were dazzled by the sound of heavy hammering, and he lost his voice: "How is it possible?"

The natal lord of this chart is obviously a sign of premature death who will not live to be twenty.

Moreover, the fate of the six relatives, especially parents and children, Xie Li knew that Xie Rongjiao was adopted by Fenghuang after he lost his parents when he was young.

How did he cross the threshold of life and death in his teens, alive and well until he died at the age of 2000, leaving behind Fengling City, which has been passed down for more than [-] years, and whose memorial tablets are so crowded that the ancestral hall cannot fit them?

"It is impossible."

The national teacher looked directly at him, and all the secrets under the eyes could not be hidden: "But my generation of practitioners go against the sky, and the four spirits were born in ancient times, and they are immortal, especially naturally."

"Otherwise, the son thinks, what is the ever-burning lamp used for?"