Fortune Teller

Lan Chonghe simply packed his bags and walked towards the front yard of Du Mansion.

When passing by the front hall, a sound of poetry was recited, mixed with the clinking of wine glasses, and the sound seemed a bit sad.

"Brother Du, why are you drinking alone here?"

Lan Chonghe stepped into the front hall. Du Zhiqiu was lying on his side on the ebony chair, with a touch of disappointment on his face.

"General Blue!"

Seeing Lan Chonghe, Du Zhiqiu was a little surprised and stood up quickly, "Why isn't the general practicing in the east courtyard? Could it be that Mr. Gu has some mission?"

"Lan has made a breakthrough in martial arts. My mentor ordered me to go out to relax and recruit a few disciples," Lan Chonghe said, "Why does Mr. Du look so unhappy? Is there anyone in the court who dares to go against you today?"

"General Lan doesn't know something," Du Zhiqiu sighed slightly, "Since the eldest prince returned to the imperial city after being seriously injured half a year ago, he has been holding a grudge. He did not dare to offend Mr. Gu, so he could only vent his anger on me."

"In the past six months, I have been living like a year as a low-ranking official. I have encountered difficulties at every turn. Memorials to impeach me are presented to the king of the country almost every day."

Du Zhiqiu sighed with a bitter smile, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were much more numerous than before.

"What is the attitude of the king?" Lan Chonghe asked with a frown.

As the saying goes, don’t look at the monk’s face to see the Buddha’s face. Gu Xiuyun has been stationed in Gaoqiu City all year round and has a close relationship with Du Zhiqiu. He is an innate warrior whose strength is no less than that of Beiting Gong. Instead of trying to win over him, the leader of Ao Kingdom deliberately suppresses him. , it’s a bit strange.

"The king didn't say anything." Du Zhiqiu looked helpless.

Lan Chonghe understood.

Not participating is the attitude of the country’s leader.

The leader of Ao Kingdom was wary of Gu Xiuyun's strength, but because the eldest prince was seriously injured and resentful, he was unwilling to win over him, so he kept an indifferent attitude.

As for Du Zhiqiu, he became the scapegoat.

If it weren't for Gu Xiuyun in the Du Mansion, the leader of Ao would not have dared to go too far. As early as half a year ago, there would be no such person as Mr. Du Sanye in the world!

"Since the court is making things difficult for you, Brother Du, why don't you put down your secular affairs and focus on the mountains and rivers. If Lan's guess is correct, the king will come to beg you in three to five years at most!"

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"The Black Iron Nation has great ambitions," Lan Chonghe smiled mysteriously, "Ao Nation is probably going to be in chaos!"

Du Zhiqiu's eyes lit up.

Ao State has strong soldiers and horses, and is the most tyrannical among the surrounding countries. No country dares to oppose Ao State, except the Black Iron State, which is separated by a cold river.

The current of Hanjiang River is very fast, and the two banks are twenty miles away. It is impossible to send large armies across the river to fight. Therefore, although Ao State and Black Iron State were tit for tat, they almost never attacked each other.

If others mentioned this, Du Zhiqiu would not believe it. But since these words came from Lan Chonghe's mouth, there is a high probability that they are true.

"The Black Iron Kingdom is very powerful. In addition to Jin Sanjian and other powerful figures, there is also Tie Jun. It is said that Tie Jun is as powerful as Ning Jun. They are both innate fourth-level masters. In this battle, Ao Guo can stop it. "?" Du Zhiqiu felt happy and worried.

"Without my mentor here, Ao Kingdom may not be able to stop it," Lan Chonghe said solemnly, "But with my mentor here, no matter how the Black Iron Nation plots, it will always be a joke."

Du Zhiqiu's eyes widened, he didn't expect Lan Chonghe to say these words.

If the Black Iron Kingdom dares to attack the Ao Kingdom, it must be able to deal with Ning Jun and the Duke of Sifang. Even Ning Jun cannot stop it. How can you care about your life?

Lan Chonghe smiled and did not explain.

He is also a person who has seen the world, a tenth-level first-class warrior, and has fought against Sifang Duke and Ning Jun several times, but until today, Lan Chonghe has never encountered a more terrifying existence than Gu Yue.

In an instant, he appeared in front of Du Lingyu, blocking his energy and at the same time injuring Lan Chonghe. It only caused him pain for two or three days, but there was no injury in his body. This kind of method is ten times more difficult than simply seriously injuring the opponent. Lan Chonghe still can't figure out how Gu Yue made him suffer so much but couldn't find a single scar?

In Lan Chonghe's view, Gu Yue is the most terrifying warrior in Gaoqiu City. If the Iron Lord from the Black Iron Kingdom dares to come over, he will definitely die.

"Brother Du, when I leave the east courtyard this time, my mentor ordered me to accept a few disciples. However, the world is so vast that instead of searching everywhere, it is better to wait and see." Lan Chonghe said, "Brother Du, can you help me put up a notice? Let me ask Lan Chonghe If you want to recruit a disciple, you can come to Gaoqiu City, the time is set in half a month."

"What are your requirements?"

"There are no requirements, as long as you have good talent and understanding, your age doesn't matter."

…

Soon, the notice was posted on the city wall.

A large number of warriors swarmed in, ranging from seven-year-old boys to seventy-year-old men, of all kinds, tens of thousands of people.

Lan Chonghe's name is well known to everyone. He is a hussar general and a ninth-level first-class warrior. Regardless of his fame or strength, he has excited countless people.

…

"I heard that Lan Chonghe became a disciple of the innate warrior Gu Ximing as early as half a year ago. There has been no news for half a year. Now, as soon as he shows up, he recruits disciples with great fanfare. This matter is quite interesting."

The old master of Blackwater Castle received the message and walked out from the deepest part of the bunker.

…

"Gu Ximing dares to accept a ninth-level warrior as his disciple, and he will definitely be able to help him advance further. After half a year, Lan Chonghe must be stronger than before. I have to give him a try."

The master of the Twelve Green Forest States stands proudly in the world.

…

"Lan Chonghe shows up and wants to recruit disciples from all over the world?"

The leader of Ao Kingdom snorted, "This traitor, I trust him so much in vain, to abandon his family and country for the sake of being a registered disciple."

"Tell Ao Jing of this matter. He doesn't dare to retaliate against Gu Ximing. Could it be that even Lan Chonghe doesn't dare to take action?"

The face of the leader of Ao State was ashen.

The eldest prince Ao Jing was the future ruler of the country he had designated, but he had never announced it. Unexpectedly, Ao Jing was seriously injured in Gaoqiucheng and his party and lost half his life.

Since then, I have been weak and sick, and I see that I will not live long!

Ao Jing remembered this account, and so did the leader of Ao country.

…

Half a month flew by.

Outside Gaoqiu City, at the foot of Xuanliang Mountain, a high platform was erected.

A large number of warriors gathered here, including an old man and a young man who set foot on Xuanliang Mountain half a year ago. Half a year later, the old man's face showed a bit of vicissitudes of life, and the young man became much more mature, and there was no longer a rebellious look in the corners of his eyes.

For half a year, fighting has been going on in Gaoqiu City.

Many warriors want to join the Xiantian Sect and stay in and around the city for many years. If there are more warriors, there will naturally be various fights.

The old man and the young man experienced many setbacks, and their obsession with martial arts became stronger.

"Fu'er, this is your best opportunity. Although you can't be a disciple of Senior Gu, being able to become his disciple will still be of great benefit," the old man warned, "You are still young, but your martial arts are not weaker than ten. The talent of a four or five-year-old boy is enough to make Lan Chonghe nod. He must seize the opportunity, do you understand?"

"Uncle, Fu'er understands." The young man nodded solemnly.