In a quiet room.
Whoosh!
Yang Fan directly activated the Heaven-Building Magic Power, and a beam of colorful mysterious light instantly fell on the broken human skin.
"Mending the sky!"
As the colorful mysterious light penetrated into the broken human skin, the edges of the broken human skin quietly changed, and strands of flesh sprouts gradually extended out!
The densely packed granules are intertwined and intertwined, giving it an extremely weird taste.
"It seems that the magical power of mending the sky can indeed completely complete it!"
Yang Fan couldn't help but be overjoyed.
And this also means that his skin refining process will make up for the last shortcoming, achieve a leap in a short period of time, and break through to the skin refining heavenly stage!
Swish swish swish.
Yang Fan did not hesitate to output in one pass!
The power of luck in the body gushes out like a flood that breaks a bank, transforms into the power to mend the sky, and pours on this broken human skin.
Human skin grows slowly…
And at the same time.
Far away from the Purple Mountain Xiaoling Mausoleum, in a luxurious palace, Zhu Yunwen, in a black brocade robe, sat on a high-backed chair with a gloomy expression.
"Failed?"
At this time, a void of light slowly appeared in the hall.
The light group slowly deformed, revealing a golden figure.
"Are you here to mock me?"
Zhu Yunwen slowly raised his head and looked at the golden figure.
"I have long said that this matter cannot be successful, but you are too persistent! If it were so easy to extract the dragon veins of the Purple Mountain, the Ming Dynasty would have been destroyed countless times!"
The golden figure said in a statement tone.
Zhu Yunwen fell silent for a long time before speaking again: "Then what do you think I should do, Zhu Zi?"
Zhu Zi!
This golden figure turned out to be Zhu Zi!
However, looking at its shape, it looks more like the body of a manifested saint.
Zhu Zi faintly uttered one word and said: "Wait!"
"wait?"
Zhu Yunwen felt the power that was gradually decaying in his body, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "In my current state, how long can I wait?"
"After all, we have waited for a thousand years, why should we care about waiting for a few more years?"
Zhu Zi said calmly, "How can you succeed if you are eager for quick success? Do you still want to repeat the same mistakes of the past?"
The mistakes of the past!
As soon as these words came out, Zhu Yunwen's face became increasingly ugly.
When he inherited the throne, he was naturally wary of his uncles who held military power.
Under the advice and instigation of the ministers and counselors below, he chose to reduce the vassalage without hesitation!
His uncles were either imprisoned, demoted to common people, or killed. Some could not bear the humiliation and chose to self-immolate, while others chose to pretend to be crazy and act like fools.
The huge royal family was almost on the verge of falling apart under his pressing pressure!
Zhu Di, who pretended to be crazy and acted like a fool, escaped the disaster. After returning to his fiefdom, he prepared his troops and, with the assistance of the demon monk Yao Guangxiao, resolutely launched the Battle of Jingnan!
It is not so much a war between him and Zhu Di, but a war between literature and Buddhism!
At that time, in the early days of the Ming Dynasty, the imperial dragon energy was far from reaching its peak, and the intertwined imperial order had not yet covered the entire Ming Dynasty.
Therefore, there are still sacred treasures in Buddhism, and even Chonglou is active in the human world!
The demon monk Yao Guangxiao is suspected to be the living body of a certain supreme Buddha!
As a result, Zhu Yunwen was defeated, completely defeated.
Even after the siege, he was so embarrassed that he disguised himself as a monk and escaped from Jinling.
But despite this, he is still being pursued almost relentlessly by all forces.
, it was not until he was protected by Zhu Zi that he finally escaped.
To this day, he still has a doubt.
That's why Zhu Zi, as a saint in the world, did not intervene at that time.
If the opponent takes action, he may not be able to win and continue to sit in the emperor's seat.
Zhu Yunwen was silent for a long time: "Then according to Zhu Zi's wishes, I will wait a few more years."
"Don't worry, I will personally take action this time. When the time comes, you will still be the emperor of the Ming Dynasty!"
A faint smile appeared on Zhu Zi's face.
Zhu Yunwen's expression remained unchanged: "After the matter is completed, I will redefine Neo-Confucianism as orthodox in accordance with the original agreement, and allow you to offer national sacrifices and respect you as a model for all generations, and the second most holy teacher!"
"I'm looking forward to that day."
Zhu Zi glanced at Zhu Yunwen's face and said, "After all, this Ming Dynasty belongs to our Zhu family!"
After saying that, his figure slowly disappeared in front of Zhu Yunwen.
And the next moment.
Hanoi has a mighty literary history.
On a big dead star, Zhu Zi slowly opened his eyes.
When Mrs. Fox saw this, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Did you encounter any accidents?"
Zhu Zi asked.
"Never."
"That's good."
After all, he has left this world and entered the long river of literature. The power of falling across the long river of literature is even difficult for him!
Once someone disturbs you, accidents will inevitably happen!
After all, he is no longer the saint who held holy power in this world!
Without holy power in hand, he must be careful.
"But, it's almost time! When I finish gathering them one by one, collect all their knowledge, and prepare for the next plan! As long as that idiot Zhu Yunwen takes the bait, I can come back to this world and bring the saints to life.
Hold the power forever and become an immortal saint for all eternity!"
Zhu Zi's heart was filled with heat.
"Xiao Zhu Zhu...I see you!"
"You actually crossed the long river of literature and sent your will. How much strength do you still have now?"
A figure flew towards me swinging his long legs.
In the mighty river, one step at a time, a thousand miles, towards Zhu Zi.
"Damn it! It's so haunting!"
Zhu Zi turned over and picked up the big star under his seat, turned around and ran away, feeling secretly resentful in his heart, "Wait until I finish writing the Commentary on Mencius, let's see what qualifications you have to be arrogant in front of me!"
At this time, in the main hall.
"What qualifications do you have to talk to me about us!"
Zhu Yunwen watched Zhu Zi's figure disappear little by little, and his expression gradually became cold and scary: "There are so many people named Zhu, who do you think you are?"
"When I return to the throne, let's see how I deal with you!"
As a former emperor, how could he accept being inferior to others?
The compromise before us is just for a comeback!
Everyone gets what they need!
In recent years, even though he lives in the Zhuzi Saint Clan, it doesn't mean that he has done nothing. At least he has given birth to a lot of children, and his children's children have also given birth to a lot of children.
For thousands of years, there have been endless descendants!
It’s really hard to say which Zhu is the surname of the current Zhu Zi clan!
"Hmph! Don't think that I don't know that you are secretly seducing Prince Ning and intending to support a literary emperor to come out!"
Zhu Yunwen's eyes flashed with coldness.
Prince Ning is never a good title!
Just as Zhu Yunwen sneered, he suddenly felt a pain on the back of his hand.
"Um?"
When he lowered his head, he saw the injured area on the back of his hand. The surrounding skin suddenly became darker, as if it had suddenly lost some vitality!
This chapter has been completed!