Emperor Shiming of the Town of Martial Arts / Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty

"Three months later, it will be Zhang Zhenren's [-]th birthday. I wonder if the royal father knows?" Zhu Houzhao asked.

Zhu Youji frowned slightly: "Do you want to intervene?"

Zhu Houzhao nodded: "I think so."

Zhu Youji said: "I'm afraid it will be a big storm!"

Zhu Houzhao said to himself: "I believe that our royal family has the ability to calm down all disturbances."

"Haha!" Zhu Youji looked at Zhu Houzhao, and after a while, he suddenly burst out laughing, "It seems that I am really old, it is better for you to be ambitious, Zhao'er."

"Yes, our royal family does have the ability to calm down a storm," Zhu Youji said. "It's just, Zhao'er, you have to be clear that the way of the emperor, pay and gain must be proportional."

"Zhang Sanfeng has been out of the mountains for many years. No one knows his current strength. Wudang is not showing the limelight. For Wudang, offend the five sects and Shaolin." "

"Father, don't forget, the world of great contention is about to begin," Zhu Houzhao said, "The ruler chooses the minister, and the minister also chooses the ruler."

"Among the rivers and lakes, Shaolin is respected in the north and Wudang is respected in the south. This Shaolin refers to the Northern Shaolin of the Great Song Empire," Zhu Houzhao said, "After all, the Northern Shaolin is rooted in the Great Song Dynasty, while Wudang is the Taoist leader of our Ming Empire. "

"If you can win over Patriarch Sanfeng, if you can win over the entire Taoist sect," Zhu Houzhao said earnestly, "I also ask the royal father to think about it."

Zhu Youji was still undecided: "Zhao'er, can you really be sure that Zhang Sanfeng and Wudang have this value?"

Zhu Houzhao nodded: "My son will act in a timely manner. If Zhang Sanfeng is truly ancient, I will help and form a good relationship. If Wudang and Zhang Sanfeng are vulnerable in front of the six major factions, the boy will not mind falling into the trap. Take, and win the friendship of the five factions."

Zhu Houzhao's words may not sound kind, but this is the way of those in power.

Zhu Youji nodded in relief: "In that case, how can I help you?"

"First, this time, the five major factions are just about to move. If they really attack Wudang, it is also a personal resentment in the martial arts," Zhu Houzhao said, "If our court wants to intervene, we need a plausible reason. , I hope that the father and emperor agree to worship Zhang Sanfeng as the state teacher, and worship Wudang as the state religion."

Zhu Youji was noncommittal: "There's more!"

"Second," Zhu Houzhao said, "Shaolin and Wudang have been arguing for a long time. This time Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu are undoubtedly an excellent excuse for Shaolin to attack Wudang. Presumably Shaolin will be dispatched in full force. I am afraid that the innate warriors will not be able to control the overall situation. Father, Emperor, I need a master of the world to walk with me."

Zhu Youji was silent, and the imperial study became very silent for a while.

Zhu Youji finally said: "Sunflower, I know your abilities very well. After three months, you can go to Wudang Mountain with Zhao'er! Remember, act according to chance. In any case, first ensure the safety of the prince."

Chapter 0244 The background of Daming Imperial Court

"Yes, Your Majesty." Ancestor Sunflower nodded.

Zhu Houzhao was stunned: "Father, the ancestor is your valet. You sent him out, then your safety..."

Zhu Youji smiled and said, "It's rare that you still have this kind of filial piety, but Zhao'er, haven't you thought about it?"

"The three major empires of Sui, Song and Ming have stood for so many years. How can their real strength be as simple as they appear?" Zhu Youji stood up, the monstrous imperial power was shocking.

Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up: "I heard about the rise of the Power Gang and Jinfeng Drizzle Tower in the Great Song Empire, and I suspected that it was the handwriting of the imperial court of the Great Song Dynasty."

"That's right," Zhu Youji smiled, "but, those are just a few of Zhao Heng's cards. It's not all."

"Even the weakest of the three empires, the Great Song Empire, has such a trump card," Zhu Youji smiled and looked at Zhu Houzhao, and said mysteriously, "Do you think that the power of the father emperor will be so simple?"

Zhu Houzhao smiled, and he guessed right: "If that's the case, the child can rest assured."

Zhu Youji smiled and said, "Don't Zhao'er want to know, what is my trump card?"

"Since it is a trump card, naturally the fewer people who know it, the better," Zhu Houzhao said with a smile, "If the royal father thinks that the son is enough to support the beam, he will naturally tell the son."

Zhu Youji smiled so gratified that there was a morbid ruddy on his face: "cough..."

"Okay, the father is injured internally, the child will no longer disturb the father, and the child will leave." Zhu Houzhao asked An, and walked outside the palace.

After Zhu Houzhao left, Zhu Youji performed some breathing exercises and exhaled a bloody sword energy, and his face recovered a little.

"Wuhen, come out!" Zhu Youxi smiled.

In the void, a white figure appeared out of thin air. He stood in the air, his feet were three inches from the ground, and he did not touch the dust.

Standing in the sky, this is the representative ability of an unparalleled master, and as a result, the identity of this man is ready to be revealed.

A man of power in the Ming Dynasty decades ago, he is as famous as the invincible urchin Gu Santong and the god of iron daring Hou Zhu Ignore, Mr. Wuhen!

"You shouldn't work like this, otherwise you can survive for three years," said Wuheng Gongzi looking at Zhu Youji.

Zhu Youxi smiled: "Once, I thought there was no hope, so I might as well do more for Zhao'er."

Young Master Wuhen's face softened a little: "Now that you have this pill recipe, do you have hope?"

Zhu Youji smiled and said, "I gave birth to a good son."

Young Master Wuhen flicked his fingers, and the vermilion medicinal pill fell into Zhu Youji's hands: "This is the Great Returning Pill of Southern Shaolin, it should help you suppress Feixian Sword Qi for half a year."

Zhu Youji smiled and said, "Shaolin Huan Pill, each abbot can only take one pill, how did you get it?"

"Stolen it." Young Master Wuhen said calmly, as if Shaolin was just a place for him to come and go at will.

Zhu Youji smiled and said: "You have been washing your hands for decades, and now you are not even willing to step on the ground and let the dust stain your body."

Young Master Wuhen said: "In order to let you live a few more years and not let my sister be a widow, this is nothing?"

Zhu Youji smiled: "How was Zhao'er's performance along the way?"

Young Master Wuhen said: "Very excellent."

Zhu Youxi was very pleased: "There are not many people who can get your evaluation. Don't fool me like this because he is your nephew!"