During the Hongwu period, Zhu Yuanzhang was worried about dangers and worked hard every day. He seemed to be busy every day.
He hoped that everyone in the Ming Dynasty could live a good life and never be like the same situation as he was when he was a child. He had no food, no clothes, and the whole family starved to death.
From September 14th to 21st in the 18th year of Hongwu (1385), within eight days, Zhu Yuanzhang reviewed and approved a total of 1,660 memorials and letters from internal and external officials, and handled 3,390 state affairs.
On average, more than 200 memorials and notes were reviewed and more than 400 state affairs were handled every day.
This was a challenge for Zhu Yuanzhang, who was almost sixty years old. Although he won, he also lost. He already clearly felt that his energy was not as good as when he was young.
He is old!
After that, he simply handed over most of the affairs to the Crown Prince Zhu Biao, so that he could take a break and be affectionate with Empress Ma, who seemed to be twenty years younger.
Is there really a magic of longevity and a secret medicine of longevity in this world?
Late at night, Zhu Yuanzhang, whose heart was as calm as water, fell into deep thinking.
He has the power of a country, many masters are loyal to the court, and there are countless great medicines and secret medicines. Does he also have the opportunity to practice to the realm of martial arts gods like Zhenren Zhou?
As long as a master in the inner circle doesn't take action often, he can easily reach a hundred years old. At the very least, he can prolong his life.
"deliver an imperial order!"
Immediately a eunuch came in from outside and took notes.
There is nothing trivial about the emperor. The emperor has a stiff neck and your head falls. The emperor has to be attended to at all times during the twelve hours of the day.
"Send the King of Shu to ask Grand Master Jiejie of Emei if she can accept a disciple on my behalf. I also want to practice Emei's martial arts and strengthen my body. In addition, I send the commander of the Jin Yiwei Mao Xiang to ask Master Zhang of Wudang."
"yes!"
After his men retreated, Zhu Yuanzhang fell into deep thought.
The more this person has, the more he fears death.
…
Wu-Tang Clan.
Time is like a knife. Unconsciously, as the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Zhang Liuji and others get older, their beards and hair are also dyed white by time.
Everyone is old.
Zhang Sanfeng clasped his hands behind his back and walked slowly in the Zhenwu Hall.
"Master~"
"Master!"
"Master Patriarch~"
…
The once familiar faces grew old one by one, the old people passed away or went into seclusion, and the new people began to gradually accept the affairs of Wudang Mountain under the guidance of the old people.
Wudang was still there, but gradually it was no longer the Wudang he was familiar with.
There are lotus boats floating under the distant bridge, and pine trees and streams on the Dai rocks. There are thousands of pear pavilions on the green mountains, and the valley is empty without asking.
Under his old face, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were still bright and shining, but there seemed to be a trace of fatigue in them.
It is too painful for a white-haired person to give away a black-haired person.
That day, I went to Emei to attend the funeral of the heroine Guo Xiang. It seemed like yesterday.
Vividly in my mind.
This time passed so quickly that he couldn't even react.
"Master!" Song Qingshu, the current leader of Wu Dynasty, came to pay homage.
Since the battle at Guangmingding, Song Qingshu returned to Wudang and practiced hard without rest.
Taoist Kung Fu is essentially a matter of water droplets piercing the stone, accumulation and accumulation.
In his imagination, he might catch up with Fairy Zhiruo at the age of forty, and then go to Emei openly and ask the fairy again.
What do you think of him?
result……
Zhang Sanfeng glanced at him: "Tell your father and uncles that I want to fly to heaven. This farewell may be forever. From now on, Wudang will depend on you!"
Song Qingshu was startled, ascending to the sky?
"Master, are you going to become a feather?"
Zhang Sanfeng:???
"Pah~" The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, jumped up and slapped his disciple on the head.
Song Qingshu covered his head and felt aggrieved. Doesn't ascending to heaven mean becoming immortal? Do you really have to ascend to heaven?
Giving him an impatient look, Zhang Sanfeng said angrily: "In recent days, your cultivation has improved, but none of you have made any progress at all. You are about to die of old age. I feel upset.
Moreover, Zhenren Zhou and I have been discussing for a long time that this world is so big and boundless that we should just go out and relax."
Song Qingshu was relieved: "Master, where are you going to relax? If there is a chance in the future, my disciples will also go and see you."
Zhang Sanfeng laughed and pointed to the sky: "Have you seen the vast sky? That's my goal. The universe is endless. With your strength, it should be your future life when we meet again."
Song Qingshu was silent, didn't even his master think highly of him?
Impossible! Man can conquer nature, he will definitely catch up with Fairy Zhiruo one day! The young man shouted in his heart.
He wanted to let others who looked down upon him know that he, Song Qingshu, was not weaker than others.
"Pa~"
Song Qingyun was about to cry but had no tears: "Master, why did you hit me again?"
"Inform your father and uncle, and teach them the true meaning of martial arts that I have learned one last time!" Zhang Sanfeng said angrily.
"Oh~"
…
Emei Sect, foot of the mountain.
Jing Nian was sitting on the stone out of boredom. At this age, Zhou Zhiruo was too embarrassed to punish her corporally any more, so she became an old fritter.
Appear at the foot of the mountain on time every day and disappear on time.
In the morning, I came over and said hello to the junior sisters, then went to the nearby market to have breakfast, then went to a hidden place to solve the health problem, and then chatted with two people.
When we get back to the foot of the mountain, we will discuss with the little yellow cat what to eat for lunch, and the discussion will last until noon.
Living like this goes by so fast. After all, when you are young, the most valuable thing is useless time.
"Oh, by the way, Lele, I'll take a day off tomorrow, and you can take care of the house by yourself." Jingnian ordered.
"Meow~" the little yellow cat said boredly.
What to do?
Jing Nian sighed: "Tomorrow is the Qingming Festival. I will go to the grave of my father who adopted me and then starved to death."
"Meow~"
Oh, remember to cover your face when you go.
Jing Nian was very surprised: "Why? There is no one in the valley. Is everything okay? Besides, with the senior sister watching, who dares to deal with me near Emei?"
The little yellow cat looked at her with disdain: "You are so stupid, how dare you lick your face to see your father?"
Jing Nian was immediately choked.
After a moment of silence, he asked, "What about you? Don't you offer incense to your ancestors during the Qingming Festival?"
"Wow~"
I wear it too!
Jing Nian:......
"Master Jingnian, where are you? My father wanted me to come over and ask if your Emei sect can still accept disciples as a master? He wants to learn some martial arts to strengthen his body!" someone from the front suddenly asked.
Jing Nian looked up and was pleasantly surprised: "Your Highness, King of Shu, long time no see."
"Long time no see!" King Shu politely replied.
He is the eleventh son of Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Chun. He is filial and kind, knowledgeable in classics, and elegant in appearance.
Zhu Yuanzhang once affectionately called him "Sichuan Scholar", and he was devout in worshiping Buddha. He often came to Emei to bring food and clothing to them, so they had a good relationship.
Seeing the business coming, Jing Nian was not polite and said quickly: "King Shu, yes, let's not say you want to be the leader's fellow disciple here, you can even be her master.
Thousand-year-old ginseng and its general equivalent can be exchanged for the position of the ancestral genealogy. One ginseng is added to the head generation, and two ginseng is added to the master's generation. With five ginseng, you can be the same generation as our master Guo Xiang.
You see, as long as you become my Emei senior, you can accept us offering incense every day, and the incense will never stop.
This is equivalent to saving money in advance. When you die, you will be rich and noble in the West or the underworld."
The King of Shu was stunned, good fellow, your ancestors knew something from the spring, do you know?
After hesitating for a while, Zhu Chun hesitated and said: "Ginseng and medicinal materials are not a problem, but Master Jingnian, what should I do if my father and I want to practice the Kung Fu of Mount Emei?"
Jing Nian's eyes lit up, this was a big customer.
"King Shu, what kind of kung fu do you want to learn? Let me tell you, we in Emei have all kinds of kung fu, including boxing, kicking, sword, palm, whip, light kung fu and some special martial arts.
Of course, these martial arts are also available in other schools at the foot of the mountain. If you want to learn, you can go there. And if you pay, you can also ask the senior sister for guidance, but it is limited to a few external martial arts. Internal martial arts all involve some key acupuncture points.
Men and women cannot be intimate with each other."
King Shu was shocked again.
"Master Jingnian, can I learn the internal martial arts practiced by Master Zhou?"
Jing Nian was shocked again and said hesitantly: "Senior Sister Zhou's martial arts has touched upon my roots in Emei, and it also includes the secrets of the immortal realm of martial arts. Breaking through can lead to immortality. Your request really puts us in a difficult position."
The King of Shu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this thing was not for sale. At this moment, he felt that all the books he had read for twenty years were in vain.
After a while.
"We need to pay more!" Jing Nian affirmed.
King of Shu:.......
Yingtian, Ming Dynasty capital, Fengtian Hall, late at night.
A chamberlain hurriedly walked in.
"Your Majesty, the King of Shu has been urgent for eight hundred miles. He said that the martial arts practiced by Master Zhou of Emei have been sent to Yingtian. Mao Xiang from the Jinyiwei command room is outside asking for an audience."
"Let him in." Zhu Yuanzhang said bluntly.
He never denies that he comes from a humble background and does not want to engage in those frivolous things.
After a while, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the pile of martial arts on the table and fell into deep thought.
What about this big sale? Why does it have everything? It can’t be fake, right?
"Have you asked your masters to check these martial arts?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked.
As time went by as emperor, he gradually began to distrust anyone except Empress Ma.
"To report to Your Majesty, my subordinates copied a dozen copies of these martial arts in batches. After splitting them, they were sent to more than a dozen famous masters. They all said that these martial arts are extremely advanced.
Later, his subordinates asked several of his confidants to practice, but there were no problems.
The only thing that needs to be worried about is the part at the end of the Emei Sutra. It was supplemented by Master Zhou himself about the practice of martial arts and the immortal realm. It is very mysterious and we cannot understand it at all.
Why is the earth round?”
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, very satisfied.
Since the day Jinyiwei was established, his responsibilities have been very clear. It is a knife in his hand, and now this knife is really easy to use.
It's a pity that this knife is now stained with too much blood and needs to be washed before it can be used again.
"Okay, let's go back and have a good rest. We've been out for so long this time. It's hard work. Let's have a good reunion with my wife and children and talk." Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and said affectionately.
"Yes, thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty!" Mao Xiang was very moved, wiped his tears, turned around and left quickly.
After working hard for so long, let’s go to Jiaofangsi to listen to music first!
After his men left, Zhu Yuanzhang began to carefully open the martial arts that had been sent to him.
Although he did not practice hard, he had no shortage of great medicine, and there were always martial arts masters to help him carry out Qi transfers and drills. So at least he was no less knowledgeable than those masters.
After thinking for a long time, Zhu Yuanzhang finally valued the Emei Sutra at the top.
Although Zhenren Zhou was said to be proficient in all the martial arts on this table, according to Jin Yiwei's spies, this Emei Scripture was the most precious and most people would not sell it at all.
The book on the bottom is called "The Body Refining Technique with a Hard-to-Praise Name". Residents at the foot of Mount Emei can buy a copy for a few hundred yuan. If you think about it, you will know that it must be a bad body training technique.
He is the emperor, the lord of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and he does not need to use his hands. Why do he need to practice this? Can he still carry artillery? Or can he live forever?
If he really wants to practice, why not just let a Shaolin monk teach him the Marrow Cleansing Sutra?
Thinking of Shaolin, Zhu Yuanzhang felt that this sect was very obedient. If he was told to pay taxes, he would pay taxes. If he was told to submit martial arts, he would call it martial arts. If he was told to send disciples, he would send disciples to Jinyiwei to serve him.
good.
After thinking for a moment, Zhu Yuanzhang decided to spend half of his time practicing the Emei Sutra every day. As for the complicated government affairs, he just handed them over to Prince Zhu Biao.
Prince, if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. Besides, you only have to deal with hundreds of government affairs a day. If you combine work and rest, you can get it done quickly.
"Pass Zhu Biao!"
Zhu Biao, who got up in a hurry late at night, came quickly.
"Biao'er, come and take a look. From now on, all these government affairs will be left to you."
The prince looked at the memorials piled higher than him and began to doubt his life.
In the middle of the night, is he his biological child?
…
Mount Emei, Sheshen Cliff.
Zhou Zhiruo was sitting on the edge of the cliff, with her bare feet and legs together. Her legs were long and not thin, and her calves were seamlessly stacked together.
The girl and the little yellow cat each had a bunch of candied haws on a stick and were eating happily.
As a veteran shit shoveler, she naturally knows the risks of sharing a bunch of candied haws with Lele.
"Lele, I used to think that everything in the world was simple, nothing more than changes in Feng Shui and Fire. As long as I became stronger, I could even control the world.
But as my spiritual cultivation increases, I peek into the deeper things of the world, and I find that this world seems to be very complicated, and there are many, many things in a piece of soil.
When I reached my current level, I discovered that everything in this world seemed to come from the same change.
But, is the world really that simple?"
The girl stretched out her plain hand, which was white and flawless, and shook it casually. A huge white cloud palm appeared in the sea of clouds in front of her, covering the sky and the earth.
Clap your hands.
"Boom~"
The sea of clouds shook.
The girl's eyes were a little confused.
The little yellow cat blinked its eyes, is this the world of academic masters?
"The Tao is the most simple, the Tao gives birth to one, two gives birth to three, three gives birth to all things. Unexpectedly, Zhou Xiaoyou has studied heaven and man, and has reached the realm of saints and sages. Congratulations to the poor Taoist."
Above the clouds, Zhang Sanfeng, whose beard and hair were all white, stood with his hands behind his back, came through the air, and said with a smile.
Seeing the person coming, Zhou Zhiruo smiled: "Old man, why are you here?"
Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "What my little friend said is astonishing, and I am very interested in it. Above the moon, beyond the starry sky, it is too bizarre. And there is nothing in this world that I can remember, so I wanted to take a look."
Zhou Zhiruo blinked and touched the little yellow cat next to him. After the master and sister left, he should be his only souvenir in the world.
