"Were the fog and the lake just now all tricks you set up to deceive me?"
Ying Yuan asked curiously.
He had seen similar records about sleight of hand in some books in the palace.
It is said that there are some people in this world who master secret techniques.
It can be used to confuse the enemy.
Some secret techniques even have the power to reach everywhere.
Therefore, Ying Yuan was not surprised by this.
Wasn't the powerful secret technique also stimulated by the sword energy of the Human Emperor Sword?
"That's exactly what the old Taoist did."
This old man had no idea of lying and just blurted it out.
Ying Yuan did not get angry but laughed and said, "Using a trick to deceive me, do you know what crime that is?"
To be honest, when he heard that the other party had no intention of killing him, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
"Of course I know. I used this trick just to attract Your Majesty. I have no ill intentions."
The old Taoist spoke slowly.
He seemed to have no fear of human laws.
"You have come this far, why do you want to see me?" Ying Yuan asked puzzledly.
The old Taoist asked bluntly, "Your Majesty, do you still remember the elk you just saw?"
"Of course I remember. It has nine colors on its body. Even I have never seen such a strange thing." Ying Yuan said.
The old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled, "In fact, that deer is not nine-colored, but a white deer. It's just that because of an optical illusion, when Your Majesty looks at it, it appears to be a colorful deer."
"White Deer?" Ying Yuan was a little surprised.
The old Taoist continued, "This white deer is the legendary deer of good fortune and longevity. It is a rare beast. And your majesty's mount, the dragon horse, is also a rare beast.
"There are many exotic beasts hidden throughout this world. Your Majesty, do you know what kind of world lies beyond this vast land of God?"
Ying Yuan shook his head and said, "I have only seen a few brief records of the world outside the vast land of Shenzhou in ancient books and texts."
As soon as the words fell.
The old Taoist turned into a wisp of purple smoke and disappeared.
Ying Yuan's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.
Just disappeared out of thin air?
In the distance, only a voice could be heard, "A catastrophe is approaching, heroes will emerge, and the land of China will sink. In this era of great strife, I hope Your Majesty will take good care of himself."
Just as Ying Yuan was about to say something, he heard an anxious voice coming from not far away:
"His Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, where are you?"
“…”
I think Zhao Yun and the others are looking for me.
As for that extremely eccentric old Taoist priest, the catastrophe he spoke of was about to come.
What does it have to do with me?
I wish the catastrophe would come sooner.
It's just a pretense and means nothing.
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