Lu Yun sucked the purple star force sucked very cool, as we know, there have been Daoist's high people have noticed him.

If he had not used the practice method of Huashan Daoism, then there would have been a profound lesson from the high man of Heavenly Master.

The power of the open city is not something that everyone can absorb...

Of course, not everyone can get it...

To absorb this purple star power, at least it is also innate...

In the land, Lu Yun sucked some purple gas, adjusted it, and just stood up.

The moon is like water, it is already midnight.

Lu Yun's mind moved, and the thought spread to the open city.

The most prosperous capital in history still shines like never before at night.The lights of the night market illuminate the sky, and vaguely you can hear the singing of the beautiful song, melodious and pleasant.

And over the city, the purple star power, such as the long dragon hanging, is connected with the spirit of the dragon.

Solemn, solemn!

And if it is opened to the ears, you can hear the surging sound of this purple, such as the big waves of sand, it is pleasant.

This is really a colorful era, do not come to this era, where can you see the ears, and personally participate in it?

Lu Yun looked at how long, only to see the city's fireworks gradually turned out, looking up at the Sunday star, faintly he seemed to see from the nine days of hanging violet, 108 stars of the stars, treasures.

What a beautiful time.

He was still trying to see the city that was gradually sleeping, and he did not know where a cold drink came from nowhere, and part of the thought of the cloud was scattered.

The scenery there, suddenly lost sense, a darkness.

The cloud rushed to the mind and shrugged.

The mind is drained...

He was so proud of his thoughts that he was so lightly broken!

“Terrible, terrible!Inside the Jing division, he was hiding a soldier's predecessor!"

For a moment, Lu Yun reacted.

Before the head was embarrassed, now he reacted, he saw that what had broken his mind was the killing spirit of the soldiers.

The power of mind is in itself a mental strength.

The military is also mentally strong.

Some soldiers cultivate a killing spirit, look at ordinary people, ordinary people are scared crazy by the intention of killing.

If the Guan Yu of the three countries, Zhang Fei and others, look at you, you will be crazy, and even dead...

“Is it the soldier’s twilight?”

Since his thought power was shrouded out, a single place was naturally scattered and broken, which seemed incredible at first glance, but it was reasonable to think carefully.

However, those who can break his spiritual strength are not ordinary people.

At least, his Luda has not yet done so...

Today I taught him a lesson.

Low, low-key.

Must be low-key.

The land of the Jingshi, the lying tiger and the dragon, do not dare to care.

Wait three more years, when he is soaring!

Spring and summer come, the years are in a hurry, and time is always passing slowly between inadvertent.

After Lu Yun's self-referment was broken, the low-key in the Beijing Master did not seem to exist.

He watched the wheel of history slowly.

Since the First World War of the Great Song almost destroyed Xia, Xixia bowed down to the courtiers, and the Liaoguo, also maintained peace with the Great Song on the surface.

It is not that it wants peace, but that there is an insurrection within the Liao Kingdom.

Within the Liao Dynasty, the Yelu Yisin rebellion called the emperor, the Liao Guodu Emperor's hard work in suppressing the rebellion and suppression, coupled with the weak body of Tao Zong, he was unable to go south.

There was no worry outside of the Great Song, and Song Zhezong began to reform with the victory of the summer.

Reform is not an easy task.

Inside the court, the old party of the new party was constantly tugging, and the great Song was the sergeant and the son of heaven to govern the country, and the pace of reform was too tired and a mess.

If you want to take a step, there are countless rebounds.

The body of Emperor Zorzong, in the argument with the sergeant, weakened day by day, and his vitality was exhausted day by day.

Lu Yun looked at all this, and finally one day, on the evidence, about the Buddha's occupation of the field of real evidence, suddenly set off an uproar in the court.

The new party reform law has touched the interests of too many people, and Lu Yun sent a piece of evidence at this time, which is also reducing pressure for Zhao's reform and reform.

Although the Buddhist gate of the Song Dynasty was slightly slight, the fields occupied by temples everywhere and the fissants in the name were by no means a few.

Master the heaven cabinet, can not do a thing, Lu Yun called his staff to insight into the various black materials of the Buddha Gate, reported to the court.

Whether it is Daomen or Buddha Gate, as long as you are willing to collect it with your heart, black materials are a lot, after all, the missionaries are people, and people will make mistakes.

Now that the Taoist family has the advantage, Lu Yun has taken advantage of the situation to make a kill of the Buddha Gate.

The landowners who were damaged in the course of the transformation of the emperor Zhezong have polished their eyes.

Soon, many monks were reported everywhere not to observe the rules and regulations, and the temple forcibly occupied the fields and many other plays.

This year, Zhao ordered the local temples to be rectified.

The Great Song transformation method has reached a bottleneck, and Zhao Yan has not found more room for profit to meet the needs of the change.

Change of law, always have to sacrifice.

Dead friends do not die poor, can not only brush the reputation, but also to give the Buddha a knife, why not Lu Yun?

Spring comes in the autumn, the flowers bloom.

In the blink of an eye, it was already two cold and summer, and hundreds of days of time flew by.

The last Ming Jun of the Great Song finally bowed down, exhausted his vitality for the revival of the Great Song.

This year, the emperor died.

The office begins ***.

One of them, a good man in Chicago, began to speculate.

The Zhao official family died, and there was another Zhao official family.

As long as they can crush people, they have the skill of the dragon, why do they worry about the glory and wealth?

The emperor had no children, only five brothers.

King Shin, King Jane, King of the King, King of the Lord, and King of the End.

Jane Wang was most admired by the courtiers, but he could not like the Queen Mother.

The king did not wait, but was deeply loved by the Queen Mother.

At this time, the king was unscruly, and many of them pressed the treasure to the end of the king, and many of them just tried.

What if it's in?

In the sky, Lu Yun stood up and looked out the window.

Behind him is Yang Peng, the head of the end of the royal palace, and Ruda, Wang Laozhi and others.

Has it finally been chosen the day?

Lu Yun watched all this come, but did not make any changes.

The Emperor did not save him.

Even if he is saved, it will not be good for him.

The old and new parties of the imperial court have been bullshit, although the emperor of Zezong has a heart but is powerless, and his life has been exhausted by the cumbersome business.

Saved, the same.

In a few years, it will be consumed...

Among the brothers of the emperor, he did not want to choose the king.

Jane King's audience is appreciated, but what does it have to do with him?

Think of yourself as soaring, will ascend to Dabao, you go, Jane King knows who you are?

Compliment his people, more, another one, what?

So, Lu Yun chooses the king.

After all, it is better to send charcoal in the snow.

If you wait for the end of the king to ascend to the throne, more people have gone, and he knows who you are?

“Let’s go to the royal palace!”