In the fourth year of Yongkang, until the end of the year, the emperor's plan to go to Wudang Mountain to worship the Zhenwu God was not fulfilled.

The affairs of the state were busy, and the emperor wanted to spread the foundation of all-people martial arts throughout the country, so there were many things to do.

In the temple of the Martial Palace, the mental method that the emperor wanted was also studied. This mental method is simple and easy to understand. Putting aside the traditional martial arts, which calls for multiple meridians and only practices one meridian, it is easy to practice the inner breath and cooperate with the unique

The second simplified version of the Wuji Pile can increase strength and improve combat effectiveness. It is suitable for promotion by the army and the general public, but its shortcomings are also obvious and it is too rough.

The emperor was very satisfied and gave this article a name, "The Basics of Ming Dynasty Official Mental Dharma".

Before the end of the year, the emperor had ordered to secure martial arts lecture halls in various places and start teaching "Basics of Ming Dynasty Official Mental Methods", and it has been promoted in the army.

In addition, the Di newspaper was also revised, and half of the space was set aside to publish some martial arts concepts, the benefits of learning martial arts, and even martial arts trivia.

The emperor planned to cleanse the daimyo people and exert a subtle influence.

Just the fact that Zhang Sanfeng practiced martial arts and is still alive today was published in newspapers every now and then, using the celebrity effect for publicity.

The common people may be slow to respond to the things the emperor does one after another, but wealthy country squires and aristocrats are often the most sensitive to policy changes. They all know that the emperor, who clings to military power, has begun to attach importance to force.

With no shortage of resources and channels, these people naturally began to take action and began to allocate resources to train future generations to practice martial arts.

The class barriers are there. No matter what they do, these people are usually one step ahead of others. It can be estimated that twenty or thirty years from now, there will still not be many martial arts masters who are established in the world and will come from poor families.

Reading is the same.

The emperor naturally expected such a situation, but he had no intention of changing anything and was unable to change it. It would still be the case hundreds of years later, but it was not as serious as it was. The limited number of people who could overtake in corners was just a matter of time.

, and even if you overtake in a corner, if you don't obey me, you will be like a certain Liu in later generations, who will still deal with you and play with you no matter where you are.

All the emperor wanted was for the martial arts to develop and prosper, and other details were unimportant.

…

Time flies, another three years have passed.

Forbidden City, inside Fengtian Hall.

The emperor sat facing north and south, sitting high on the dragon chair, looking at the people below with an expressionless expression.

Below, I saw a minister in purple, speaking impassionedly, "Your Majesty, although the Ming Dynasty has become increasingly powerful in recent years, there are still snowstorms, floods and other disasters from time to time in various places, and the people are suffering unspeakably. Your Majesty,

You are the Son of Heaven, and the people in the world are your people. When heaven comes to punish you, your majesty should lead your people to accept it. This is how you should act as a holy king."

Mr. Yin Ge next to him carefully turned his head and glanced at the minister, and couldn't help but sweat for him.

The emperor said quietly: "In this way, if I issue the imperial edict to sin against myself, I will be a holy king; if I don't, then I will be a coward?"

But the minister was not afraid and said: "Your Majesty, this is not the truth. What I said is that I think..."

Seeing the emperor's face getting more and more ugly, Yin Ge was afraid that the emperor would be angry, so he looked at the man's head and interrupted: "Master He, I'm serious. There are many disasters in the world, but they are not as big as your Majesty's.

It has nothing to do with it. If His Majesty issued an edict of sin and left it in the history, it would be really bad. Why not go to Wudang Mountain to offer sacrifices to the True Martial God and pray to God to bless the people of the Ming Dynasty."

Master He heard this and was about to speak.

The emperor was too lazy to explain to them what Xiaoglaihe was, and he didn't want to hear them arguing here, so he shouted: "Okay, stop arguing, prepare to sacrifice to the True Martial God at Wudang Mountain, and I will read out the edict of sin."

After saying that, he stood up, waved his hands and left.

When Wei Huai saw it, he shouted sharply: "Retreat from the court."

…

In the imperial study room, the emperor was sitting behind his desk, somewhat lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wei Huai looked at it and said carefully: "Your Majesty, please take care of the dragon body and don't get angry."

After hearing this, the emperor came back to his senses, shook his head, said nothing, and said to himself: "The edict to sin against oneself is nothing. What happened in the Ming Dynasty in the past few years might actually have something to do with him, because he found out that if he

It's okay to be honest. Once there is any big move, either there will be an accident here or there will be a disaster there. This has gone beyond what I knew in my previous life about the Little Ice Age in the late Ming Dynasty and what was recorded in Ming history. And I have always

If it stops, the situation will be much better.

He stood up, walked to the window, sighed, and murmured: "Everything in the world is fixed. Everything remains unchanged. The general situation cannot be changed, but the small situation can be changed."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and looked into the distance, looked at the sky, sneered, and murmured: The situation can be changed, so just take your time. Over the past few years, martial arts halls in various places have been on the right track, and the development of martial arts has begun to show signs.

, sooner or later one day, you have to make this world what you want.

…

In the eighth year of Yongkang, spring.

Wudang Mountain.

At this time, the Wudang Sect no longer had any martial arts masters and had become a place of preaching.

Under the gaze of everyone, the emperor looked at the statue of Zhenwu in front of him.

"I am neither immoral, but the other person is guilty..."

After reciting the edict of sinners eloquently, the emperor completed the memorial service according to the procedure.

According to the schedule, the emperor will stay in Wudang Mountain for a few days.

The next day, early morning.

The emperor dismissed Renhuai and climbed to the top of Wudang Mountain. Looking at the huge boulder, he felt a little emotional.

Stepping lightly, I climbed onto the boulder. Just like many years ago, I sat cross-legged on it, looking at the sea of ​​clouds below, silently meditating.

Not long after, a figure in red robes appeared on the top of the mountain.

The emperor didn't look back or speak, and the red figure didn't speak either. He walked to another high point beside the boulder and stood there, facing the wind.

a long time.

Dai Daojin opened his mouth and said: "You passed the letter to Pindao. You knew that Pindao came to Wudang Mountain and wanted to compete with Pindao in discussing Taoism."

Dongfang Bubai glanced at Dai Daojin and said inexplicably: "Chongxu, I am not as good as you."

Dai Daojin chuckled, understanding what he meant and didn't say anything.

Dongfang Bubai also laughed, "You are so brave, you even dare to pretend to be the emperor. Wudang sent Zhang Sanfeng, and then there was a bold Chongxu. Haha, Wudang Mountain is really a blessed place."

Dai Daojin just wanted to say something.

An old voice came, "You are brave enough, but I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse for Wudang."

Dai Daojin and Dongfang Bubai were startled. They quickly turned around and saw a slovenly old man standing there.

Dai Daojin and Dongfang Bubai looked at each other, their thoughts suddenly changed, and they understood the identity of the person in front of them.

Apart from that person, there is probably no other person in the world who can quietly touch the two of them without being noticed by them.

Dai Daojin chuckled, stood up, jumped off the boulder, and bowed to salute: "Disciple Chongxu, pay homage to the ancestor."

The old man looked at this Wudang disciple with great interest, and finally understood why he felt that way that day. He thought that the world had changed its color, but unexpectedly, he was betrayed by a Wudang disciple and took over the world.

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The old man waved his hand, "Old Taoists won't care about these things, but the way of heaven operates for its own reason, so don't go against it." There was deep meaning in his words.

Dai Daojin was silent for a moment, then held his hands in his hands and said, "Disciple, you have to be careful."

Next to him, Dongfang Bubai was eager to try, with a hint of excitement in his eyes. He still respected the person in front of him, "Senior, junior, in the first half of my life, I was blinded by common things. In the second half of my life, I found my own way, but the way forward is

There is no way, please ask senior to show you the way."

The old man has been alive for so long, so he is no stranger to such looks. He waved his hand and said, "The old man hasn't done anything with anyone in the past hundred years, and today is no exception."

Dongfang Bubai smiled casually. After all, he was a member of the devil's path. He was addicted to martial arts and became crazy. He didn't speak. He turned his wrist and an embroidery needle appeared in his hand. With a flash of red shadow, he came to the old man's side and attacked him.

The old man had no choice but to wave his right hand, and his broad sleeves seemed to be filled with wind. He drew a circle counterclockwise to neutralize the attacks of others. There was a profound artistic conception in his movements, which showed that his martial arts cultivation had reached an extremely high level.

Dongfang Bubai couldn't hit a single blow, his figure flashed and he was extremely fast, attacking around the old man's body.

For a moment, Dai Daojin's eyes became hot and his mind raced. The nebula deep in his mind rotated rapidly. He straightened his right hand and made sword pointing with his two fingers. "I'm here too. Take my move, Sword Five." He attacked the two people.

Until now, Dai Daojin has only deduced the twelve Wuji moves to the fifth sword, especially the fifth move, which is based on the emperor's power. It is like the emperor's sword. If the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die. It is majestic and majestic.

Dai Daojin's strongest sword move.

Dongfang Bubai felt a glitch in his heart, warning him, and the old man also had a solemn look on his face. This sword was a combination of moves and gods, containing majestic meaning and momentum.

This move enveloped both of them at the same time, naturally causing them to counterattack at the same time.

Three people fight in a group, fighting in pairs.

Among the three of them, Dai Daojin and Dongfang Bubai are people who have been innate for a long time, and the old man is a monster who has lived for an unknown period of time. They have touched the level of gods, waved their hands and made moves, all of which are combined with the mind.

The battle between the three of them became more and more intense. The power of their minds collided, and when it came to the spiritual level, some strange changes seemed to have taken place.

Dai Daojin didn't notice that the nebula deep in his mind was rotating faster and faster, and the cold and silent nebula was flickering in the depths, as if something was touched and began to react.

The fight between the three people was still going on. At this moment, the three people's spiritual powers collided again, and a certain light spot deep in the nebula suddenly brightened, and then darkened suddenly.

The three people outside suddenly stopped moving, stood still, and the look in their eyes disappeared.

At this time, the three of them felt that their entire consciousness seemed to be swallowed by a force. The three of them struggled hard, but in the face of this force, they had no power to resist, and then they lost consciousness.

…

Wang Wuming, who was far away in Luoyang, suddenly felt a pain in his head, shook his head, frowned and looked in the direction of Wudang Mountain.

March of the eighth year of Yongkang.
Chapter completed!