Chapter 339 Name

"Master, we have known each other for nearly 15 years!"

The big man had extraordinary respect for Yuan Hui. Because his family was poor, he was always hungry, so he had no choice but to join the Huangjue Temple in Fengyang to become a monk. He became a novice monk in the temple and met Yuan Hui, who was a Shaolin disciple at that time.

For some reason, Yuan Hui mistakenly looked at him differently at first and favored him. Not only did he teach him the art of war, the art of identifying people, and the method of looking at people's energy, he also awarded him a battlefield martial arts "Dian Bing Jue", which comes from Xin Qiji's "Poor Poker".

"Zhenzi": "I lit up the lamp to watch the sword, and dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. Eight hundred miles away, the troops were burning in the east, fifty-stringed strings were heard outside the Great Wall, and the troops were ordered in the autumn on the battlefield."

The man respected Yuan Hui so much, not only because Yuan Hui taught him so much and changed his life, but also because he knew how unfathomable the handsome monk in front of him was, with profound knowledge, great strength, and extraordinary skills.

The Art of War is masterful in everything and masters everything.

"He has never contacted me in all these years!"

Yuan Hui had no intention of continuing to have contact with him or teach him whether it was because, at first, he saw that this person had the luck of a hidden dragon, which had not yet been revealed and was in the latent stage, so he arranged a leg and then

He had been teaching for three months, but when he came to Guangmingding this time, he found that his destiny was already ready and he was about to move towards his mission, so he came to see him.

"I, Chongba, will never forget the kindness of Master's teachings. Do you not know why Master came here this time?"

This big man is a person with a clear sense of grudges. He is very grateful for Yuan Hui's kindness, but he also knows that this person's identity is a disciple of the Shaolin monk Kongjian. Based on his identity at this time, he is neither an enemy nor a friend.

But he is still willing to repay Yuan Hui's kindness.

"If he says he's looking for me, will he destroy the Ming Cult?"

Yuan Hui looked at the big man in front of her playfully, and asked tentatively about his decision.

The big man's pupils tightened when he heard this. When he saw Yuan Hui again, he had a bad premonition. He didn't expect that he would have to hide away after all, but although Yuan Hui was kind to him, she couldn't let him betray her and live together.

Brothers on the battlefield.

"I, Chongba, can't do what Master asks for, but I will never be indebted to Master's kindness, and I am willing to dedicate my life to you!"

The big man took out the sword from his waist. This sword is not a famous sword, but an ordinary iron sword. There are many gaps in the blade. It may have been damaged when fighting the Mongols on the battlefield. There are faint marks on the sword body.

The dark red blood spots are a sword that can be used in hundreds of battles, a hero's sword that fights on the battlefield.

Fang Hui took the sword, looked at the dark red blood spots on the sword body, looked at the big man waiting to be killed, Fang Hui sighed, "Chongba, is he such a person in my eyes?

Repay a favor?"

The big man opened his eyes after hearing this, with a bit of panic in his eyes. He was confused for a moment and did not think about the purpose of Yuan Hui's coming here. He simply thought that as a disciple of Shaolin, Yuan Hui must have a blood feud with Mingjiao. Naturally, no

Are you asking him to betray Mingjiao?

The big man lowered his head, and no longer had the courage to look forward to death. Instead, he did not dare to face his mentor as if he had made a mistake against his disciple.

"Then take this good sword back and keep it to kill some more Mongolian cavalry!"

Fang Hui handed the iron sword to the big man again. The big man picked up the iron sword and put it away carefully.

"Did he tell me when he came that time that he didn't have much time? I hope I can seize the opportunity and gather more military power. As for the high-level struggle of the Mingjiao, I don't want to get involved anymore!"

The big man was stunned when he heard this, not knowing whether Yuan Hui's words were true or not.

"He will beg to leave that world in about three years!"

"So he hopes to overthrow Dayuan in three years. As for the subsequent battle for hegemony, he doesn't have to worry about it!"

"I hope I can cherish the three years and strengthen the Red Scarf Army in my arms. Troubled times are coming, and military power is the most important thing!"

"Will Dayuan really be destroyed in three years?"

The Han Dynasty was doubtful and could not believe that the powerful Yuan Dynasty would be destroyed in just three years.

"He has asked Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren to kill Dayuan's national destiny. If that doesn't work, he will personally take action and kill the powerful people of Yuan Ting. Dayuan must withdraw from the Central Plains in three years!"

Yuan Hui didn't look like a monk at all at this time, and his face was full of evil spirits, no less generous than Yaksha.

"He knows!"

"I have become the commander-in-chief of the army. Do I have a formal name? I can't keep using the name Chongba, which will make people laugh!"

Yuan Hui originally wanted to leave directly, but Wu suddenly stopped and turned around to ask the man Yue Dong was thinking about.

"Master, I know that I am a rough man and have never read any books, so I never gave him a name!"

The big man smiled honestly and touched his head sheepishly. At this time, he lost a trace of his fierceness and looked like a child who had not grown up.

"Since Master Bu Nao has said so, I will give you a new name now!"

"Oh, do you have any thoughts?"

Yuan Hui turned around, became interested, and asked the big man curiously.

"Just now, I thought of a name."

The big man seemed very proud and very confident in the name he came up with.

"what is it call?"

Yuan Hui became more and more curious.

"How about Zhu Yuanzhang?"

"Zhu Yuanzhang?"

Yuan Hui had already made a guess in his mind. How could there be so many Qianlong fortunes in Didong that day? He had made a guess before, but it was only now that he could confirm it.

"Wrong, it's Zhu Yuanzhang!"

The big man proudly showed off his name to Yuan Hui. He gave an explanation of the origin of the name.

"Zhu Naifu is my surname. Although I have no great achievements, I dare not forget my ancestors. The word "Yuan" is taken from the master's dharma name, Zhang. Naifou respects Master Zhang for his feat of killing the Yuan Dynasty. Master, I

Look, doesn’t that name make sense?”

"Zhu Yuanzhang?"

There was a black line on Fang Hui's head, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Did that guy really have no literary talent? The name he used was really not as good as his original name Zhu Chongba.

"Change it, let's use homophonic pronunciation!"

"Yuan is changed to Yuan, Zhang is changed to Zhang, Zhu Yuanzhang!"

Yuan Hui explained the meaning of the name to the big man one stroke at a time.

"Zhu Yuanzhang can also be understood as "Zhu Yuanzhang", which means a weapon to kill Dayuan. What do I think?"

Yuan Hui asked the big man for his opinion, but in fact, he had no choice at all because his eyes were extremely scary. If the big man dared to disagree, he would definitely let the big man know why the flowers were so red.

The big man knew very well that people had to bow their heads when they were on the east side of the roof. How could he dare to resist Yuan Hui's oppression? He flattered Yuan Hui and nodded repeatedly, showing that he was very satisfied with the name.

Yuan Hui looked at the big man and shouldn't deny Zhu Yuanzhang's conscientious performance. She couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, stretched out her legs and patted Zhu Yuanzhang on the shoulder, as if to praise him for his knowledge of current affairs.
Chapter completed!