In late autumn, the sky is high and the air is crisp. There is a cool breeze in the northern fields, the sky is clear and cloudless. The insects are playing a symphony, the maple trees are red all over the mountains and fields, the deciduous trees are turning yellow, the crops are mature, and the wheat waves are layered.
, a gratifying scene of a bumper harvest in the fields.
At this time, more than a dozen people, both men and women, were walking on the fields in late autumn, admiring the beautiful scenery of blue sky, white clouds and crisp autumn air.
The leader was a man in his late thirties or mid-thirties, with a dark face, a manly appearance, and an extraordinary appearance.
"Your Majesty, we will reach Xinghai Village in two miles." Zhang Shouren bowed.
"Well, when you get there, just call me 'Mr. Zhan'!" Zhu Zhanji nodded.
"Yes!" Zhang Shouren stepped aside.
"I'm about to see the legendary Smiling Sky." A girl of fourteen or fifteen years old clapped her hands and said happily. She is tall, pretty and pretty, with a face as beautiful as a hibiscus emerging from the water. She is exactly what Zhu Zhanji looks like.
Female Princess Changde.
"Princess, be more dignified!" A Taoist nun in her fifties, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, scolded her lightly. This Taoist nun is none other than Master Fengyue, a famous figure in the Emei Sect today. She traveled across the world twenty years ago without encountering an opponent.
"Master..." Princess Changde said coquettishly.
Xuande smiled slightly and said, "Master, please stay in Changde. It's rare to go out of the capital for a walk. Let's relax."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Master Fengyue bowed and saluted.
"Master, what do you think of Yizhuang?" Xuande looked at a fat-headed and big-eared monk and asked softly.
This monk is tall, in his early sixties, fat and fat, with a blessed face. He is Master Zhenxian, a senior monk of the Hui generation in Shaolin Temple, the uncle of Wu Yin and others. According to legend, he has practiced the Yi Jin Jing to an extremely high level.
"Amitabha, the people of Yizhuang live and work in peace and contentment. Everyone treats each other equally and is kind and helpful. It is extremely rare!" Master Zhenxian saluted.
"It's a bit similar to the legendary Pure Land, isn't it?" A Taoist priest in his fifties, with a long beard and an immortal air, added with a smile.
"Taoist Wuchen, don't be complacent. Although Xiaotian, who built Yizhuang, has some connection with your Wudang, he is not your direct descendant of Wudang!" Master Zhenxian said with a smile. "As for the origin, Xiaotian got a Buddhist connection at Chang'an Temple.
, having learned the seventy-two unique skills of Patriarch Bodhidharma, Arhat Boxing, is closer to my Shaolin Temple!"
"Xiaotian's internal strength comes from the Wudang Nine Yang Kung! You guys are trying to get close to each other just because you want to ask Xiaotian to become the abbot of Shaolin Temple. You think I don't know!" Taoist Wuchen snorted coldly and started arguing with Master Zhenxian.
"Don't be rude in front of His Majesty!" A young scribe in his thirties, who looked upright, shouted in a low voice. This person was none other than Yu Qian, the current Shaobao.
Master Zhenxian and Taoist Wuchen quickly stopped talking when they heard this. Master Zhenxian whispered the Buddha's name: "Good, good!"
"Puch!" Princess Changde laughed out loud. She quickly glanced at Master Fengyue and stuck out her tongue.
Xuande laughed loudly, "Shaolin and Wudang are competing to make Xiaotian the leader. There are such interesting things in the martial arts!"
The dozen or so people accompanying him couldn't help laughing, and Yu Qian couldn't help but twist his beard and smile.
Master Zhenxian's expression became serious, "Everyone is laughing, this matter is known to all martial arts circles in the world. I didn't understand what my nephew Wu Yin did at first. After seeing Yizhuang today, I, the Shaolin School, must grab this laughing sky! Senior brother's eyes are as bright as a torch.
, it was my Shaolin blessing that Wu Yin was chosen as abbot back then!"
Taoist Wuchen was furious: "Xiaotian is now my guest elder in Wudang and has been in charge of Wudang for the past one or two years. My nephew Songxi has already sent a message to me. You, the Shaolin sect, are not going to cause trouble."
The two were about to argue again, but Yu Qian quickly stopped him. Master Shuiyue was always strict, so she couldn't help but smile at this time.
Yu Qian bowed and saluted and said: "Your Majesty, in my opinion, Xiao Tian is truly an astonishing talent. With the ability to stabilize the country with military force, and the governance of the world with literary ability, he is actually the pillar of the Ming Dynasty! I am willing to protect Xiao Tian with my life."
Heaven, ranks among the three princes in the court!"
Zhu Zhanji nodded upon hearing this, twirling his beard and smiling, "Yu Aiqing has extraordinary experience, it is true!"
Master Zhenxian and Taoist Wuchen were shocked when they heard this. Master Zhenxian shouted in a low voice: "Master Yu, I respect you for your uprightness and have always given you three points. How can you take advantage of me?"
Yu Qian stared at Master Zhenxian and said righteously: "Master, if the Laughing Hero does not come out, what will happen to the common people in the world? Don't you know that the Laughing Hero is a master of military skills, a generation of genius, nothing more than that. The heavy burden of the safety of the people in the world must be put aside.
On his shoulders!”
"This..." Master Zhenxian murmured for a long time and said no more.
Taoist Wuchen sighed, "Your Majesty and Xiaoxia will discuss this matter, and I, the Wudang Sect, will not get involved."
Xuande laughed heartily: "The world is in chaos, so I'm looking for the Laughing Hero. This statement is indeed reasonable. I personally visited the thatched cottage this time to lay a foundation for a century of prosperity for our Ming Dynasty. It's natural for the Laughing Hero to become the king and prime minister."
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Everyone knelt down and saluted. Princess Changde's eyes were full of expectation. She stood blankly for a moment, her cheeks turning red.
"Master Zhan, we are here!" Li Fuwang, the commander with a sword in front of him, bowed and saluted. Everyone stopped three feet in front of Dugu Xiaotian's house.
Xuande looked at the three tile-roofed houses in front of him and smiled happily. "It's great to be hidden in the city! Come and knock on the door."
"Yes!" Li Fuwang walked to the bamboo fence, patted the door knocker, and shouted softly, "Is anyone here? My master, Mr. Zhan, is visiting!"
"Since there are seniors from Shaolin, Wudang, and Kongtong accompanying us, please come in." Master Zhenxian was shocked when he heard this. His cultivation had reached the state of returning to nature. Xiaotian could actually hear his own martial arts from the footsteps.
Origin: Xiaotian's martial arts must have reached an extremely high level.
"Follow me in!" Xuande gently opened the door and walked into the courtyard.
I saw a young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and regular features, wearing a white robe, holding tools and weaving bamboo chairs in the courtyard.
The young man raised his head and glanced at the fifteen people who were visiting, and said with a smile, "The house is small, so please rest in the courtyard." After that, he pointed to the two rows of bamboo chairs in the courtyard.
Li Fuwang was about to step forward to say more, but Xuande waved his hand and said softly: "I'm sorry for bothering you." Li Fuwang quickly took two people to set up the bamboo chairs, leaving Xuande to take the seat of honor.
As soon as everyone sat down, they were all surprised. This bamboo chair was warm and comfortable, with a faint aura about it. Sitting on it actually made people feel refreshed.
Xuande was surprised, "My dragon chair is made of thousand-year-old rosewood, but it is not as comfortable as this bamboo chair."
Princess Changde touched the bamboo chair curiously and couldn't put it down.
Master Zhenxian, Taoist Wuchen, Master Shuiyue, and Zhang Shouren are all the masters in the world. They were stroking the bamboo chairs and were in a daze.
"My Lord, Mr. Zhan, is here from the capital. I have admired the name of the Laughing Hero for a long time, and I am here to pay you a visit! Is your little brother the Laughing Hero?" Xuande said loudly.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to be polite, I am the Laughing Hero Dugu Xiaotian!" the young man in white said with a smile.