Chapter 109 Depression in the Royal City

  Walking on the street, Chen Shen found that there were far fewer people passing by on the street than before.

   "Why is it closed?" He came to Zuixian Tower, wanting to buy some good wine and food to take back, but found the door was closed.

   "Brother, why is Zuixianlou closed? Didn't it still open well yesterday?" He asked the owner of the shop next to the restaurant.

   "Closed, many family forces in the city have moved to other cities, and there are fewer customers. The shop owner feels that Anwang City is not peaceful, so he sold the restaurant."

  The boss said something simply.

  Chen Shen nodded, had no choice but to turn around and leave, and went to the second best restaurant in the city, not the second best in taste, but the second best in name.

   On the road, many shops were closed.

   "Those, they were originally owned by the royal family. The whole family moved a few days ago, and these shops are also gone."

  Ask passers-by and find out that the closed doors are all family businesses, monk families.

  These monks have a keen sense of smell, or in other words, a strong sense of crisis. Even if Prince An's Mansion is robbed in the future, they will not resist or cause trouble, and they are not willing to gamble.

  Relocate as soon as possible, and you can stay out of it.

  Chen Shen shook his head lightly, and went to the second best restaurant. Fortunately, this restaurant was not closed. Now that Zuixianlou is not there, it is already the only restaurant. It can be called the No. 1 restaurant in Anwang City.

  He bought some food and wine, and then walked towards No. 13 Street.

  Back to the house, Mu Xiaojin was standing at the door to greet her.

   "Junior brother is back." She hurriedly stepped forward to hold Chen Shen's arm and said with a smile.

   During this period of time, everyone in Prince An's Mansion is in danger, and she also understands that if Prince An's Mansion is not peaceful, the peaceful days in the past may not last long, so she especially cherishes the present.

  Walk into the courtyard.

   "Now Da Xia is going to cut down the feudal clan, junior brother, as Ziyuan Luck Master, will you be in danger?" Mu Xiaojin said again, with a sad face on his face.

  She has also heard about the fate of the disbanded Luck Master from Zhou Palace. Chen Shen is the Ziyuan Luck Master.

   "Don't worry, the reduction of feudal clans in the immortal dynasty is not as simple as the world. You can catch this today and demote that tomorrow.

   And these times are opportunities for us to accumulate strength. "

   Although Chen Shen has a sense of urgency, he is not in a hurry.

   Moreover, if a certain prince is rebellious, then Wen Guang's attention will be shifted, and the time span will be larger.

   Wenguang calendar one hundred and sixty-three years.

   Great Xia was peaceful, and it seemed that it was not affected by the abolition of King Zhou.

  But how many of them are treacherous, who knows, whether the major palaces are sitting and waiting to die, just asking Wen Guang not to kill them all, or are they making various preparations.

   "It took five years, and the cultivation base finally broke through to the late stage of the ninth level of Huashen." Chen Shen stood in the courtyard garden and said to himself.

  The higher the realm, the longer it takes. Even if he is unparalleled in talent, he can't break through the realm quickly.

   Then, he walked out of the courtyard and went to Ziyuan to discuss the Tao.

   "It's getting colder and colder. The rest are either tyrannical families that are too deeply rooted and reluctant to leave, or they are not strong enough to survive in other places."

  On the road, Chen Shen murmured, looking at the increasingly rare people on the street.

  When they came to the garden, the faces of all the luck masters were not as comfortable as before, and their faces were full of worry.

  Only Zihe Grandmaster and above can remain calm.

  Because of Zhou Wang's fortune master, the imperial mausoleum only took away Zihe Master and above.

   Not long after, the discussion began.

   "I used to study the art of mountains and rivers desperately, because I wanted to show my style, win the first place, and obtain resources. Now I have won the first place, but I don't feel happy."

  That was a White Goose Grandmaster, and it was the first time he won the top spot of the White Goose Luck Master, but he didn't look very happy.

   "You can be content. Look at Xiao Li, who is still hovering under the quasi-grandmaster. Every time he discusses Dao, he is at the bottom. See how happy he is."

  While the White Goose Luck Masters were discussing, the Green Sparrow Masters began to discuss.

   Chi!

  A group of lucky purple air was captured and put into the Lun Daochang, and then, a light curtain arose.

   "Let's get started!" Chen Shen said loudly while sitting cross-legged above the Lun Dojo.

  Zihe did not discuss the road competition, he was one of the Zihe masters who came to host the competition.

   "When I first came here, I was just a little Baiyan luck master, but now, I have become a high-ranking host."

  Chen sighed deeply, but fortunately, he won the title of King of Green Sparrow.

  The discussion below has begun.

   More than half an hour later.

   "Zhang Ping is so powerful, we entered the Purple Garden together back then, and now he has won the top three green sparrow masters, and I am still Bai Yan!" A Bai Yan luck master sighed.

   Of the same batch back then, only a few were promoted to Green Sparrow, and the rest were still settled among the Baiyan Luck Masters.

   "It's amazing. Did you see Master Zihe sitting cross-legged above his head? They are also from the same group."

   "." That Baiyan teacher.

   "." Zhang Ping.

   These words made them all feel humiliated.

   "Chen Shen."

  Xu Wenjing, Song Yucheng and the trio stood among a group of white geese luck masters, inconspicuous.

  They looked at the figure high in the sky with complex expressions.

  At that time, through the operation of the family, they entered the Purple Garden because they wanted to obtain a place in the tomb and exchange benefits for the family.

  But after so many years, the profits have not been paid back.

  If they were given time, they would definitely be able to make money. It is a pity that Wenguang cut down the vassal, and no one cares about the tomb. I am afraid that it will be difficult to have a chance in the future.

  The people who were regarded as inferior to me at the beginning, made a lot of money, and they were about to bleed. It was still the honorable Master Zihe, who turned into a **** to follow, and presided over the discussion for them, the same group of people.

   Wenguang calendar one hundred and sixty-five years.

  Big Xia was calm, but Emperor Wenguang still didn't make any further moves.

   "It's a bit short, and in another year, we will be able to break through to perfection."

  In the courtyard, Chen Shen estimated his cultivation.

   "If you are promoted to Master Zihe, you don't need to hide your talent anymore, you should continue to study."

   "Junior Brother, Ziyuan can already foresee the future, why waste time on Zijin Mountain and River Technique?" Mu Xiaojin wondered.

"Luck is a mystery, it's not needed now, maybe it will be useful one day in the future, and, if Prince An's Mansion is really robbed, if I am promoted to Zihe Grandmaster, I can survive the catastrophe safely, and maybe I will be selected to go to the imperial mausoleum. "

   Chen Shen explained.

  One year later, the weather was calm, and his cultivation base broke through to the perfection of transformation.

   "True Honor, it's not far away!" Chen Shen was majestic and heroic, with a terrifying beam of light flashing in his eyes.

   Purple Garden.

  The conventional discussion still continued. This time, Chen Shen participated in Zihe's discussion, which was presided over by Master Jinlin himself.

   Chi!

   Tianzun Li Wu assisted Jin Lin to set aside a dojo for all Zihe masters.

   "Old Zhao, in Zihe, you and your student are at the bottom. This time, I don't know if your student will surpass you." Master Zihe joked.

  Zhao Decai's face was calm, and he didn't feel lost: "The blue is better than the blue, and the master is the teacher. What's wrong with that?"

  However, when the result came out and Lao Zhao was really at the bottom, Master Zihe, who has always been good at teaching apprentices, turned slightly dark.

  Chen Shen was promoted to Zihe only a few years ago, even surpassing him as a teacher.

   "Congratulations to Lao Zhao, the student has graduated!" Someone congratulated him, and Lao Zhao's face became even darker.

   "Stop!"

  Just as all the luck masters were about to leave, the golden scale master above suddenly changed his face and shouted in a deep voice.

   Everyone turned their heads, not knowing what was going on.

   "You stole luck!" Master Jinlin stopped a young man and frowned.

  The young man's complexion changed drastically, he was extremely pale, and his body was shaking.

   "Master, please forgive me." He knelt down and begged:

"Most of the luck masters in the King Zhou's Mansion were intercepted and killed after King Zhou was robbed. With my talent and strength, it is impossible to enter the imperial mausoleum. I can only practice with the help of luck. I only hope that on the day when the purple garden disappears, I can have some strength to let myself go." Save."

   "You violated a taboo!" Master Jinlin said indifferently, unmoved.

   "Master, please forgive me. I will never do it again. Give me a chance." The young man hugged Master Jinlin's thigh and kowtowed for mercy.

   "It's a big taboo for a luck master to use luck to practice. I can't help you if you committed a capital crime."

   "Forgive me, forgive me!"

"Emperor Wenguang destroyed the Zhou Palace, and the imperial mausoleum dismissed the luck masters. I didn't care about their lives. I can only do this. They are all working for the Great Xia. Why can't our lower-level luck masters not be sheltered? It's not fair. , It's not fair at all!"

  The young man almost roared out at the end of his speech.

   But no one spoke up for him, Li Wu said nothing, and bringing him into the palace would be death.

   "That's Xiao Li from our Baiyan Luck Master. We often joked that he was at the bottom. We thought he had gotten used to it over the years. I didn't think about it, but in the end he went to extremes."

   "Hey, he has been very optimistic these past few years, and he often has a smiling face. It turns out that he is secretly practicing with the help of luck. Let me say, why does his cultivation base enter the country so quickly."

   Looking at Xiao Li who was struggling to be taken away by Tianzun, everyone didn't gloat on their faces, but felt a sense of sadness.

   "It's sad, it's sad." The Golden Scale Master, who had been unmoved, sighed.

   And speaking of it, the other party was still aware of it.

  If you don't point it out, will Xiao Li escape?

Will not.

   "Don't learn from Xiao Li. Luck masters rely on luck to practice. It's a taboo and a capital offense. If I don't investigate, someone from the imperial mausoleum will find out later, and I'm afraid it will lead to the destruction of the whole family."

  Golden Scale Master looked at the Luck Masters and disappeared in place with a warning.

   "But us low-level luck masters, in the future, I'm afraid we will die anyway." Someone murmured softly.

   "Ah." Chen Shen sighed and shook his head lightly.

   Change first and then change

  

  

  (end of this chapter)