Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 1359
Time flies, and it has been several years since the previous battle at Hulaoguan.

At this time, the royal court of the Han Dynasty was controlled by one person.

He said that the sky is the sky, and the earth is the earth, and no one dares to touch his majesty.

Township Mansion.
Yang Cong was walking in the yard and fishing.

At this time, a servant came from the side and looked puzzled after seeing Yang Cong's hook: "My lord, your hook is hanging above the water, and there is no bait, how can you catch fish?"

"Fishing, it doesn't have to be interesting to catch it." Yang Cong smiled slightly: "In ancient times, Jiang Taigong took the bait when he was willing to fish, and now I, Yang Cong, are here to learn."

"My lord really understands righteousness." The servants at the side all fell in admiration after hearing this.

"Tell me, what's the matter." Yang Cong asked.

"The young master is outside and wants to see you, my lord." The servant said.

"Tianming?" Yang Cong said, "Let him in."

"Yes."

After the servants left, a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old walked in.

"Father." The boy bowed his hands to Yang Cong.

"How is your father doing recently?" Yang Cong asked.

"All the exercises that the father asked the child to practice have been done." The boy said.

"Since the practice is over, I don't need to talk about anything else." Yang Cong said, "Why are you looking for me now?"

"Father, my child has something that I don't understand, please explain it to my father," said the boy.

"Ask, after you're done asking, honestly go back to practice martial arts with me."

"Father is powerful, he is not afraid of the princes of the world, and he controls the royal court of the Han Dynasty. Why don't you let the Han emperor abdicate and give the throne to you, father."

"Finished?"

"It's over." The boy looked at Yang Cong, hoping that Yang Cong could explain to him.

"After finishing talking, go back and continue practicing martial arts. Tomorrow, I will test you as a father."

"But father."

"Tianming, do you think being an emperor is awe-inspiring?"

"The co-lord of the world, honored as the ninth five, in charge of the power of the world, extremely majestic." The young man said.

"But have you ever thought about it?" Yang Cong said: "The emperor is not as majestic as you think, at least as a father, I don't want to be the emperor."

"My child understands." There was a bright light in the boy's eyes, and he understood something.

"By the way, today I heard that you have some grievances with Lu Bu. What's the reason?" Yang Cong asked.

The young man said: "That day when I was traveling, I happened to hear Lu Bu's generals speak ill of my father, so I taught them a lesson. Afterwards, Lu Bu asked my boy to reason, and we will have a battle in the martial arts field in about three days."

"Father will visit in three days," Yang Cong said.

"Thank you, father." The young man said, "Then I will leave first."

After the boy left, Yang Cong couldn't help shaking his head.

He is really not interested in the emperor.

His predecessor was the Supreme Ruler of the Imperial Realm, the Emperor Shentian, whose gold content was countless times higher than that of the emperor of the Han Dynasty.

One masters the fate of mortals and the other masters the fate of immortals, can it be the same?

So Yang Cong didn't think much of the so-called emperor's position at all.

Especially that Wang Yun, if he couldn't kill him, he would have killed him long ago.

Another morning.

At this time, Emperor Han was still very young, so the entire early dynasty was almost just a group of people in a daze.

After the eunuch next to Emperor Han announced his retirement, Yang Cong was the first to get up and prepare to leave.

And just when Yang Cong was about to step out of the hall, a voice from behind suddenly stopped Yang Cong.

"Zhen Guohou, please stay."

Hearing the sound, you don't need to guess to know who called him.

Yang Cong stopped, and soon an aging figure came up: "Marquis Zhen Guo."

"What's the matter?"

"It's like this, today I want to invite Zhen Guohou to sit at the old man's house." Wang Yun said: "I wonder if Zhen Guohou can give this old man this face."

Yang Cong glanced at Wang Yun, with a calm expression on his face. Although his face was calm, he was a little surprised. After all, Wang Yun didn't even want to look at him before. Now, could it be that he has behaved himself and is ready to take refuge in him?
It's not impossible.

Originally, Yang Cong didn't want to agree, but considering the restrictions, Yang Cong decided to go.

"Okay, you will send someone to inform me when the time comes, and I will definitely go." Yang Cong nodded.

"Thank you very much." Wang Yun looked at Yang Cong's leaving back, with a hint of conspiracy in his eyes.

Yang Cong, who had already left at this time, naturally did not see this scene.

After all, he is not a holy cultivator now, but a mortal warrior.

No matter how sensitive the five senses are, it is impossible to detect this slight change in Wang Yun.

"Father, please review." Tianming said to Yang Cong, clasping his hands together.

"Well, let's start."

Yang Cong nodded.

After a while, Tianming had finished practicing a set and came to Yang Cong: "Father."

"No." Yang Cong shook his head.

"Ah why?" Tianming looked puzzled, with his current strength, he was already able to compete with Lu Bu, but now his father actually said no.

After all, I am young, so don't deny it, I still feel a little dissatisfied in my heart.

"It's flashy." Yang Cong glanced at Tianming: "If you are fighting for life and death with someone, you don't care if your moves are good or not, as long as you can kill the opponent, then you will win."

"My child understands." Tianming nodded.

"Okay, my father is going to Wang Yun's mansion now." Yang Cong got up and said.

"Go to Wang Yun? Father, isn't Wang Yun and father you always get along with each other? Why are you going to his house today?" Tian Ming was puzzled.

"When he retired from the court today, he invited him to go for his father. After all, he is also the leader of the imperial faction, so I still have to give face." Yang Cong explained.

"Father, my son wants to go too." Tianming looked at Yang Cong.

"You can go as long as you want." Yang Cong said.

"Thank you, father." Tianming showed joy.

Situ Mansion.
"Zhen Guohou welcomes you, my master has been waiting for you for a long time." Wang Yun's servant who was guarding the door was respectful to Yang Cong with a smile all over his face, almost knelt on the ground and shouted long live.

"You are the only servant?" Tian Ming, who was standing beside Yang Cong, looked disdainful.

The servant glanced at Tianming, then at Yang Cong: "Marquis Zhen Guo, this young master is..."

"My son Tianming." Yang Cong said lightly.

"It turned out to be Mr. Tianming, and the servant has no eyes." Hearing this, the servant was taken aback for an instant and quickly explained: "My master is preparing inside, so he has no time to come out, so he specially ordered the servant to come and greet him. Please forgive me."

"you."

Tianming wanted to speak but was interrupted by Yang Cong.

"It's okay, Tianming, don't talk too much, just go in."

Hearing this, Tianming could only nod his head.

Seeing this scene, the servant let out a sigh of relief, as if he was alive after a catastrophe.

(End of this chapter)