As the saying goes, there are three things a new official needs to do when taking office.
The birth of a new organization also requires three fires.
It is not only to establish one's authority, but also to announce one's existence to the world.
And the first fire that started after the establishment of Jinyiwei spread to the world.
Beginning in May of the second year of Hongwu, a piece of news began to spread wildly throughout the world.
The imperial court is going to hold a martial arts conference.
Invite heroes from all walks of life to Nanjing to participate in the grand event.
Starting from June, Wudang, Shaolin, Sun Moon God Sect, Pijiamen, Ivy Villa, Longmen Escort Bureau... all the big forces that can be counted in the world have begun to receive driving invitations from Jin Yiwei one after another.
The driving post was glittering with gold, but the handwriting was written with blood mixed with cinnabar, which looked extremely dazzling and dazzling against the golden light.
Duan Yong, the master of the armored sect, looked at this driving notice and felt a fierce murderous intent coming towards his face. This made him, a great master of Huajin who had been in the world for decades, unable to help but feel a slight pain in his back.
Chill.
"snort!"
"Dad, what does the court mean? It names you and your mother to participate, and writes in human blood. This is not an invitation, it is clearly a threat!" A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old next to Duan Yong raised her eyebrows.
, smashed the stone table in the hall to pieces with one slap.
Duan Yong glanced at the stone table with heartache. He had just spent eight taels of silver to buy it, and it had only been smashed to pieces by this girl a few days ago.
"It's indeed a bit too much!"
Duan Yong stood up with a gloomy face and said, "Go and call your senior brothers and the others over."
"Dad, are you going to kill officials and rebel?" Duan Zhenzhen asked excitedly.
"What kind of rebellion!"
"You girl have lived enough, your father and I want to live for two more years!"
Duan Yong looked at his girl with a speechless expression: "I just want to explain everything about the Armored Gate, and I will take your mother and go south with you tomorrow."
"I have a hunch that our Emperor Zhu is serious this time. The Armored Sect cannot be the leader. He will do whatever he asks him to do, honestly, otherwise he will definitely suffer disaster."
Duan Zhenzhen: "...!"
Like the Armored Sect, Zen Master Kongzhi of Shaolin and Yang Wudi, the leader of the Sun and Moon Sect, both said they would definitely go when they received the invitation to drive.
On the same day, I prepared my luggage and set off for Nanjing.
As the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world, Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren, who are now 120 years old, and Mao Xiang, the commander of the Jinyi Guards, personally climbed Wudang Mountain and talked in secret for two hours before finally inviting him down the mountain.
This shocked the heroes from all walks of life who were already gearing up to watch the drama of the imperial court's battle with various sects. They laughed, cursed, and disdained one after another.
Twenty miles outside Nanjing, there is an inn next to the official road.
This is a stronghold of Jinyiwei.
The lobby of the inn was filled with heroes from all walks of life who came from all over to join in the fun.
"If you ask me, Yang Wudi of the Sun Moon God Sect is also a bully and afraid of the strong. A few years ago, the Sun Moon God Sect attacked the Kongtong sect, killing people and killing gang members. Now he withered instantly when he met Zhu Chongba.
, as soon as someone posted it, he ran all the way from Kunlun Mountain."
"Don't scream Emperor Zhu's name randomly. This place is only twenty miles away from Nanjing City. Be careful of misfortune coming from your mouth!" A mature and steady companion next to him warned.
"What are you afraid of!"
"I remember that when Zhu Yuanzhang was a monk begging for food, I gave him food to eat. Now that he is the emperor, how can I just call him Zhu Chongba?"
This man looked arrogant, stood on the bench and spoke nonsense with his face flushed. He was obviously drunk.
"Tsk!" came a mocking voice from the side.
"According to your words, when Zhu Chongba first joined the rebel army, he almost asked me to be his eldest brother. If my mother hadn't been seriously ill and I was eager to go home to fulfill my filial piety, I might be the emperor now...
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In the private room on the second floor of the lobby, Zhu Biao held his chin and listened with interest as a group of people below were bragging and making fun of his father. His eyes could not help but narrow slightly.
"Your Highness...!" Behind Zhu Biao, two Jin Yiwei disguised as shop assistants stared at the noisy group of people in the hall, with a cold light flashing in their eyes.
These people are so tired of living that they dare to tease the current emperor in front of the Crown Prince. They really don't know how to write the word "death".
"Teach these two people a profound lesson, don't kill anyone!" Zhu Biao casually ordered.
These two people are like flies, boasting and not caring about local products.
If he didn't hear this kind of folk ridicule, forget it. Since he heard it, as a son of man, he still had to show something.
Of course, Zhu Biao was not guilty of killing people just because of such a trivial matter. A small appropriate lesson would be enough.
Jin Yiwei's action ability is very strong, and he is simple and crude.
Soon, the two guys who were talking more and more outrageously were suddenly slapped on the ground. Without any explanation, they were dragged out of the inn and beaten violently in front of everyone.
There was a young and energetic person who wanted to draw a sword to help when there was an injustice, but was quickly restrained by his companions.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the identity of the attacker is not simple, and since these two people have such big mouths, it is normal for them to be beaten. If they come forward at this time, they will definitely think that their lives are too long.
As the saying goes in the world of martial arts, when the road is rough, drawing a sword to help depends on the person's choice. Veterans who have traveled in the world naturally understand this truth.
The two were severely beaten and limped away in despair.
The inn was only quiet for a while, and soon it became noisy again, as if what happened just now didn't happen at all.
This is Jianghu, very forgetful.
Zhu Biao felt that he had summarized another rule of the world, and couldn't help but feel a little happy.
"Your Highness, we are almost here." A guard in Jinyi came over in a hurry and whispered in Zhu Biao's ear.
"Let's go!" Zhu Biao's eyes lit up, he got up and left quickly with the large group of people.
He is not here for leisure. According to Jin Yiwei's information, the legendary Wudang Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren are coming today, and he is here to greet him.
It can be said that Zhu Yuanzhang attached great importance to this man. In order to invite him down from Wudang Mountain, in addition to Mao Xiang, there were 800 Jinyi guards and a full 10,000 troops to "escort" him throughout the journey.
The specifications can be said to be unique and unprecedented.
It's true that this guy is really famous in the world.
In Zhu Yuanzhang's opinion, if Zhang Sanfeng could not be invited, the martial arts conference would not be held.
Zhu Yuanzhang's emphasis on Zhang Sanfeng, Zhu Biao felt, was not enough at all.
Zhang Sanfeng is a legendary figure in the world, both in his previous life and in this life.
There are rumors that he lived for more than 200 years in his previous life, and some even said that he lived until the Qing Dynasty.
Zhu Biao did not believe these rumors in his previous life, but in this life, Zhang Sanfeng had just passed his 120th birthday.
And now that his spiritual energy is revived, it may be possible for this person to live to be 200 years old, or even truly attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven.