Chapter 177 Taizu is mighty! The Golden Jurchen! Never be a slave!
The moment he held the handle of the knife, Nurhachi's expression changed instantly.
‘Fraud?!’
The Ming Dynasty is a bunch of bastards who can’t shake the blue lotus!
No matter how awesome I am and how developed my abdominal muscles are, I still can’t make a decision with tofu!
Next.
Nurhachi looked at the other weapons, and with a sense of luck, he picked up the other knives and halberds on the weapon rack one after another. The more he picked up the weapons, the uglier his expression became.
Finally, he picked up a large hammer that seemed to weigh hundreds of kilograms and was at least half a man tall, and swung it with one hand, which made Nurhachi think he had become a super strong man.
Lifting the big hammer with one finger, the old slave's expression was very complicated.
This cheating device should not be too obvious when turned on, and it does not treat non-Krypton gold players as human beings at all.
On the viewing platform.
Ji Boying was stunned when he saw Nurhachi punching the big hammer with one hand.
Even a layman like him, who is an amateur with cold weapons, can see the obvious fishiness of the weapon racks in the ring at a glance, let alone other people.
Seriously, even if you cheat, don’t make it so obvious. Where can you put Lao Zhu’s face?
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhu Changluo, who was standing beside him with a proud smile.
This should be the arrangement Zhu Changluo just mentioned. He had done some tricks on Nurhaci’s weapon rack in advance. They were all made of iron-painted wood and hollow.
Many of the other emperors and princes smiled, with relaxed expressions on their faces.
In their opinion, weapons are enough to make up for the difference in stature.
"Not bad."
"You did a great job, boy!"
"Have ideas."
Jiajing Immortal, who looks like a crane, stood beside Zhu Changluo with his hands behind his back, smiled and patted Zhu Changluo on the shoulder.
Seeing that his father had spoken, Longqing's little bee also patted Zhu Changluo's other shoulder and said with the same smile.
"As expected of my grandson, he has a bright future."
Zhu Changluo was immediately flattered by the approval of his grandfather and great-grandfather, and he quickly saluted.
Old Wanli originally wanted to take a photo to show his identity as a father, but after thinking about the tense relationship between himself and Zhu Changluo, he finally took the fat pig hand back.
After all, Lao Wanli is still bitter about the fact that his power was forcibly given to Zhu Changluo.
As for Zhu Houzhao and Zhu Youtang, the Wuzongs further up from Jiajing, they rarely interacted with the Jiajing family.
After all, there was a direct line change starting from Zhu Houzhao's branch, and the distance between Zhu Jianshen and Zhu Jianshen two generations above was too far.
‘Laugh.’
‘I’m going to get beaten.’
Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Changluo from the corner of his eye, and then took it back.
This guy.
Sometimes it works very well, such as raising troops and food for the Liaodong battlefield.
But sometimes, it is obvious that there is a lack of brains, such as tampering with Nurhachi's weapons, and it is still so obvious.
The reason why Lao Zhu made it clear before the war was that he insisted on having a 1V1 duel with Nurhachi.
What is the reason?
To kill Nurhaci?
Of course not, Lao Zhu wants to kill Nurhachi, but it’s just a word.
The reason why I persist is because Lao Zhu wants to prove something.
As the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, I can completely defeat the Taizu of the braided dynasty who later came to dominate the Central Plains in every aspect, so that I can feel relieved.
Otherwise, what is the point of Lao Zhu doing this?
"After the arena is over, Taizu will settle the score with you."
Old Zhu Di frowned, glanced at Zhu Changluo who was still immersed in self-satisfaction, and spoke in a deep voice.
"Do you know the significance of my father going to the ring with this slave?"
Zhu Laosi followed Lao Zhu Di's words and said, with a hint of coldness in his voice.
And, disappointed.
He didn't expect that these descendants would do such stupid things.
These two Yongle emperors had a very clear view of this duel, and they both clearly understood Lao Zhu's state of mind at this moment.
What Lao Zhu won was not victory or defeat, but the breath of his heart.
Ding.
The Wanli Crown Prince Zhu Changluo, who originally had a smile on his face, suddenly froze his smile, and suddenly realized the consequences of his magical operation, and his face turned pale.
As for Longqing Little Bee and Jiajing Immortal, who were still praising Zhu Changluo, the two father and son quietly moved away, one to the left and the other to the right, each further away from Zhu Changluo.
Zhu Changluo was stunned: Grandpa? Great-grandpa? Where is the promised marriage from another generation???
"My dear son, Grandpa Taizu is watching you."
Old Wanli, who had been silent at first, smiled and warmly reminded Zhu Changluo.
Father's love is so great!
At this time.
Lao Zhu, who was on the stage, frowned slightly. With his sharp eyesight, he could naturally tell at a glance that there was something wrong with Nurhachi's weapon rack.
After all, no matter how powerful a strong man is, he cannot easily swing a hammer that seems to weigh hundreds of kilograms with one finger. If he is really that capable, Zhu Yuanzhang turned around and ran away without saying a word.
‘Disgraceful.’
Lao Zhu glanced at Zhu Changluo on the viewing platform. Under Lao Zhu's look, the Wanli Crown Prince, who had just been in charge of the country for three months, knelt down in an instant.
And the pigtails around the arena.
Oh, no.
Just now, their braids and a layer of scalp were directly shaved off. Shouldn't they be called braids? Instead, they should be called bald Jurchens without braids.
This group of bald Jurchens with bloody heads and bloody heads all had angry faces, and each one of them cursed with blessing words such as 'Zhu Yuanzhang is shameless' and 'dig your Ming Dynasty ancestral grave'.
Of course, these curse words are all whispered in my heart.
After all, once you speak, your head will probably be chopped off before you finish the first half of the sentence.
Lao Zhu folded his body.
Pick up the machete on the weapon rack.
With a casual throw, the scimitar landed in front of Nurhachi, who was five feet away.
With a clang, the knife fell to the ground.
Nurhaci, who was scolding Zhu Yuanzhang for being despicable and shameless in his heart and thinking that he would bite a few pieces of Zhu Yuanzhang's flesh today even without a knife, was startled and subconsciously turned around to look.
He looked down at the scimitar on the ground, then looked up at Zhu Yuanzhang who was five feet away, with a bit of astonishment in his eyes.
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Obviously, he did not expect Zhu Yuanzhang to give him a knife. He originally thought that Zhu Yuanzhang was deliberately playing a trick on him.
Then, there was silence.
Nurhaci bent down and picked up the scimitar on the ground.
"Zhu Yuanzhang, you are a man and a respectable opponent."
"In return."
With your right hand, hold the handle of the knife tightly.
Nurhaci looked at Lao Zhu with a hint of admiration and a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"I will leave you a whole body."
Lao Zhu frowned.
"The noisy Jian slaves talk so much."
The words just fell.
Bang.
Nurhaci's figure rushed out like an arrow from a string. In a few breaths, he rushed in front of Lao Zhu. With the scimitar in his hand, he chopped off Lao Zhu's head, and the sound of breaking wind exploded. It can be seen that Nurhaci’s muscle explosive power is extremely amazing.
This sword-drawing stance does not look like a sixty-year-old man.
Facing Nurhaci who moved so quickly, Lao Zhu's expression remained unchanged and he blocked with the Yanling knife in his hand.
Cang!
The first round of confrontation between the two Taizus of the Ming and Qing Dynasties was successfully blocked.
Then, Nurhaci quickly retracted his sword and drew it out, doing the simplest horizontal and vertical cuts.
Lao Zhu blocked several times in succession and took three or four steps back before he stabilized his body.
Judging from the situation, Nurha was overwhelming Lao Zhu with a fierce attack, and Lao Zhu was obviously at a disadvantage.
The braidless bald men in the ring cage all looked excited when they saw the situation, and their eyes flashed. If they weren't afraid of the sharp knife in the hands of the sergeant next to the cage, they would have cheered loudly.
On the viewing platform, all the emperors and princes frowned as they watched the battle.
"This Jiannusheng has brute strength. Grandpa Huang is afraid that he may be in danger."
Fatty Hong Xi took a deep breath.
"This can't go on any longer."
Emperor Xuande nodded and said anxiously.
"You guys, get ready."
Old Zhu Di glanced at the younger emperors and princes, such as Yongle Xiao Zhu and young Zhu Houzhao.
"Yes!"
Several people nodded and were ready to jump off the viewing platform, ready to rush to the ring at any time.
"No need."
At this moment, a voice came from behind the emperors and princes, causing Yongle Xiaozhu, Zhu Houzhao and others to stop in their tracks.
All the emperors and princes looked back, and saw a middle-aged honest man who looked very honest.
The speaker is Yu Dayou.
Among the generals from various time and space present, if they were talking about bravery in battle, they would naturally be Chang Yuchun, the most powerful general who founded the country; if they were talking about founding a sect and establishing righteousness, the first choice would be Sage Yangming.
But when it comes to martial arts attainments, there is absolutely no one better than Yu Dayou.
Even the famous martial arts master Qi Jiguang, who is passed down to future generations and created the "Qi Family's Thirty-two Powers Long Fist", "Qi Men's Thirteen Swords", "Xinyou Sword Technique", etc., is still ahead of Yu Dayou in terms of martial arts.
Be humble in front of me.
It can be said that if you look through the history of Kyushu, there are countless famous generals. Each dynasty has its own bright generals, Sun Bin, Bai Qi, Han Xin, Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, Li Jing, Su Dingfang, Yue Fei, Ran Min...
These famous generals have their own glory in their respective eras, and it is difficult to judge them one or two.
However, if one wants to select "the best in the world" for his five thousand years of martial arts, Yu Dayou's name must be among the candidates.
In the land of Longzhou in the East, when it comes to the strength of martial arts, there is no way to bypass the Shaolin Temple, even in later generations and modern times.
And Yu Dayou, with one man and one sword, suppressed the entire Southern Shaolin Temple.
From ordinary disciples to the presiding abbot, even the sweeping monk took action. They all took turns. No one was Yu Dayou's opponent, and he defeated all the monks in Shaolin Temple.
Since the Shaolin Temple opened in this land of the East, there has never been such a smashing incident, and it has never happened since. It is truly unprecedented and unprecedented.
The "Sword Classic" written by Yu Dayou is even regarded as a masterpiece by future generations of martial arts.
One thing to mention, although the name is "Sword Classic", it contains more of the secrets of stick techniques.
Yu Dayou can no longer be described as a first-rate master.
If substituted into a martial arts novel, Yu Dayou would be a proper leader of the martial arts alliance, and he is the kind who relies absolutely on his strength. He can be evenly matched with Xiaoyaozi.
"Emperor Taizu seems to be at a disadvantage at the moment, but in fact he is well-organized, advancing and retreating steadily. He seems to be defensive, but in fact he is just looking for loopholes to create slaves."
"Although this Jiannu has brute strength, his sword skills are incompetent. Although Taizu's skills are complicated, they are extremely effective in actual combat."
"As long as Emperor Taizu can identify the loopholes in establishing slaves, he can win with one blow."
Yu Dayou's voice came out.
All the emperors and princes were stunned when they heard this. Is this still the case?
They all thought that Grandfather Taizu was about to be hacked to death by the slaves.
"Well, Brother Yu is right."
Another martial arts master Qi Jiguang also nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on the ring.
Ji Boying, who holds the 880,000 Lao Ban Chapter, was also quite surprised when he listened to the analysis of these two martial arts masters.
But when I think about Lao Zhu’s experience of making a fortune, I don’t find it strange anymore.
When Lao Zhu joined the army, he had no capital.
He worked his way up from a low-level pawn all the way up through hard fighting. He has some real abilities, otherwise he would have been sent directly after a melee.
Although no serious martial arts student has ever studied martial arts, the battlefield is the most direct place to teach Shura. Life and death are instantaneous, and all the skills taught are killing techniques.
There are only two types of people who can survive a big-headed soldier in a melee.
One is to be brave and unafraid of death, to realize his own killing skills from life and death, and to achieve success in every direction.
The other type is the veteran oil man who relies on his brain to observe the battlefield and survives.
The fact that Lao Zhu was valued by Guo Zixing was by no means a piece of pie in the sky. The core factor was that Lao Zhu was able to fight himself, so he was transferred from a top soldier to a private soldier by Guo Zixing, and was promoted to the ninth commander of the private soldiers.
Later, Lao Zhu stood out among Guo Zixing's personal soldiers.
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To forge iron, you need to be tough yourself.
Regarding this point, history books remember very clearly that when Lao Zhu worked for Guo Zixing, he 'took the lead in every war.'
It can be concluded from this.
Lao Zhu's personal combat power is definitely not weak.
It's just that his military commander ability in this life was so strong and his achievements were so dazzling that no one paid attention to his personal force.
This situation is similar to that of Li Er of the Tang Dynasty.
Li Er of the Tang Dynasty would fight as a vanguard in every battle. According to statistics by historians, Li Er of the Tang Dynasty personally killed more than 2,000 enemies in his lifetime. His stamina on the battlefield was not inferior to that of Yuchi Jingde and others.
The mighty generals of the Tang Dynasty.
Perhaps there was some bragging on Li Er's part, but even if he didn't kill two thousand enemies, if you cut that off by 10 or 20, he would still have killed two or three hundred.
What was passed down in later generations was also Li Er's martial arts. Many people's impression of Li Er was that of a Confucian and a handsome man. His charge relied entirely on Yuchi Jingde, Cheng Yaojin and others. Few people paid attention to Li Er's personal battles.
Above strength.
And, judging from Lao Zhu’s record of living almost eighty years old.
Even after the founding of the People's Republic of China and his accession to the throne as Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Lao Zhu still did not give up his personal training and ensured that he would train in force and keep his body in great shape.
Looking at Nurhaci again, although the Jurchens are a fishing and hunting people, and hunting has been a basic skill for the Jurchens since they were young, in terms of martial arts fighting, the Jurchens do not have this kind of braid. When fighting, they basically rely on their physical strength to fight brutally and chop at random. p>
And there is a saying that the old slave has been the boss from the beginning.
Even if you go to the battlefield, you will still have a large number of pro-military guards, which is completely different from Lao Zhu's situation of rising from the bottom and relying on his talent to accumulate killing skills.
‘This Lao Zhu has a few brushes.’
Ji Boying looked carefully and found that it was indeed the same as what Yu Dayou said.
Judging from the battle situation, although Lao Zhu was at a disadvantage, his posture was not chaotic at all, and there was no trace of panic in his eyes, and he calmly dealt with Nurhachi's fierce attack.
"Emperor Taizu is about to use his sword."
Right now.
Yu Dayou’s voice comes out again.
The words fell.
Including Ji Boying, everyone looked towards the edge of the ring. At this time, Lao Zhu had been forced into a desperate situation and had no way to retreat.
"Zhu Yuanzhang, your life belongs to me!"
His eyes flashed with joy, the moment Nurhachi was about to cut Lao Zhu's neck with the scimitar in his hand.
Suddenly, Lao Zhu, who had always been in a defensive position and had never taken the initiative to launch an offensive, suddenly turned sideways and cleverly avoided Nurhachi's fatal knife.
At the same time, the Yan Ling Saber in his hand turned in an extremely clever arc in his palm.
Draw out the knife, poof.
The sharp edge of the wild goose feathers cut through the falling snow, and a bit of cold light passed by.
Nurhachi's right hand holding the sword was cut off from the wrist, red blood spurted out, and the broken palm flew into the wind.
‘Click’.
Still holding the scimitar's broken hand tightly, it fell into the snow, and his fingers were still moving subconsciously.
If it doesn't come out, it's gone, if it comes out, it'll be bloody.
Confused.
At this moment, Nurhachi froze on the spot, his head buzzing.
The whole person was dumbfounded, frozen in place, looking down at the severed palm on the ground, he didn't react at all.
The whole place fell into silence for an instant.
Especially those with bald braids who were very proud before were all silent, and their pupils shrank sharply as they looked at Nurhachi's severed palm on the ground.
These bald Jurchens didn’t understand at all, what happened just now?!
"Taizu is mighty!"
On the viewing platform.
Old Zhu Di was stunned at first, then laughed, and was the first to speak.
With a shout, all the emperors and princes behind him all spoke up, each one more excited than the other.
"Taizu is mighty!"
"Taizu is mighty...!"
“…!”
The sound is like thunder, dispersing the wind and clouds.
Ji Boying sat in front of the emperors and princes, and the old Ban Zhang in his hand was no longer warm.
A little cup of tea, the heat is rising again.
It's not that it was heated, but that the tea in the cup was changed again.
Looking at Lao Zhu on the ring, his eyes were surprised.
He really didn't expect that Lao Zhu's personal combat power was so awesome.
Once you take action, it’s a killer move.
Lao Zhu has always disliked flashy things, and his killing techniques are simple and clear.
Ji Boying didn't even see clearly how Lao Zhu used the sword just now.
As soon as the cold light passed, Nurhachi's severed palm fell to the ground, like a surgeon's scalpel, precise and ruthless.
Ji Boying looked at Lao Zhu on the ring. Half a foot away in front of him, Nurhaci was covering his broken wrist with blood gushing out.
He is a little curious.
Next, what choice will the Ming Taizu make towards the Qing Taizu?
Kill?
Or, don’t kill?
While he was thinking, Ji Boying suddenly thought of something.
He forgot to project Abiao, who stayed behind in Hongwu's classroom.
If Abiao had not seen such a wonderful moment, he would have been depressed for the rest of his life.
Think for a moment.
In an instant, beside Chang Yuchun, the blue jade with excitement in his expression disappeared with a swish.
(In Hongwu time and space, Lan Yu appeared in the Yongchang Hou Mansion with a confused face, and then a face full of frustration: Why should the connection be disconnected at the most exciting place?!)
Then, where Lan Yu was, A Biao's figure appeared.
"Huh?"
Chang Yuchun glanced at his side from the corner of his eye, was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head to look.
In addition to being surprised by A Biao's sudden appearance, he was even more surprised by the marks on A Biao's face.
"Your Highness is crying?"
Abiao was also stunned for a moment. He was writing a summary while enduring loneliness, so he quickly turned his head away and continued to pronounce stubbornly.
"My father-in-law made a mistake."
Fortunately, everyone else's eyes were on the ring, and they didn't even notice Lan Yu's disappearance or A Biao's appearance.
‘What are you doing?’
A Biao subconsciously looked towards the ring, and when he saw Lao Zhu and the broken palm on the ground, his expression suddenly changed.
"Father!"
At this moment on the stage, Lao Zhu’s eyes were calm.
To be more precise, from the beginning of this duel, Lao Zhu's expression did not change at all. He remained as indifferent to the world as ever and remained absolutely calm.
In the eyes of this commoner emperor, who started with a bowl and rose from the bottom of the fighting, it was just a small scene.
When he first joined the rebel army, when tens of thousands of people were fighting in a melee, Lao Zhu charged forward with a knife, slashing people without batting an eye, and also ensuring that he would not be slashed.
From this point of view, the reason why the blackened Zhu Qizhen has advanced to this level is probably because he has awakened the ruthless gene belonging to Lao Zhu in his bones.
"Can a slave be subdued?!"
Lao Zhu glanced at Nurhaci and shouted.
And now.
Nurhachi made an unexpected move.
I saw that Nurhachi completely ignored the broken wrist and just grabbed a handful of snow to block the break.
Then he slowly knelt on the ground, and with his other left hand, his body trembled involuntarily under the severe pain, he opened the fingers of his broken hand one by one, and took out the scimitar.
Hold the handle and lift the scimitar.
Nurhaci stood up again, letting the blood spurt out of his right wrist, and a look of madness appeared on his face.
"Zhu Yuanzhang, you haven't won yet."
"The Golden Jurchen will never be a slave!"
It is normal for the old slave to shout this slogan.
After all, since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the Jianzhou Jurchens have been the slaves of the Ming Dynasty. There is no doubt about this.
The words fell.
Nurhachi looked crazy and charged with a desperate attitude. He threw himself at Lao Zhu, as if he was planning to exchange one life for another.
On the viewing platform, Ji Boying frowned fiercely.
Even the two martial arts masters Qi Jiguang and Yu Dayou had expressions of shock.
When fighting alone, you are most afraid of encountering such crazy criticism.
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PS: Some brothers have noticed that in these two chapters, Lao Zhu’s self-identification in front of Jian Nu has been changed to "I" instead of "we". It is not that the monster made a typo, but deliberately chose to use this word. p>
I, since Qin Shihuang, have been the emperor’s exclusive title.
Therefore, Lao Zhu called himself "I" before Nurhachi in order to show the orthodoxy of the emperor of the Han Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty in front of his pigtails.
PS: There was something going on at the hospital today, so the update was delayed a bit.