"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince, I hold a humble position, Yang Ren, and am currently the commander of the Jinyi Guards." Yang Ren said respectfully.
Zhu Biao: “……!”
He felt a little unable to accept that the leader of the Sun Moon Sect, one of the three major organizations that assassinated Zhu Yuanzhang this time, turned out to be Lao Zhu's.
What are these remnants of Chen Youliang and the Shaolin Temple doing next to Zhang Ding?
How dare they come to assassinate Lao Zhu at their level?
Zhu Biao thought of this and turned to look at the Shaolin monks below who had been handcuffed and ankletted. He suddenly felt that they were a little pitiful.
It's typical to be sold and still counting the money.
"You did a great job this time!"
"Eliminate Zhang Dingbian, a serious problem for us, and clean up the Shaolin Temple at the same time."
"Waiting for you to go back this time!"
"You will be the only one of our assassins to escape!"
"If our predictions are correct, you should become famous among those who resist us in the world."
"Accordingly, from today on, we will officially define the Sun Moon God Sect as a demon sect. You try your best to recruit those who want to rebel against us. If we find a suitable opportunity in the future, we will kill them all." Zhu Yuanzhang said.
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"I obey!" Yang Ren said respectfully.
"Go!" Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand.
Until Yang Ren left quietly, Zhu Biao was still in shock.
Zhu Yuanzhang was so skillful with this move!
The boss of the largest demonic sect in the Ming Dynasty who rebelled against the imperial court turned out to be a member of the imperial court. If this news were to be spread in the world, it would be enough to subvert the views of countless people.
"Father, when did you plan this?" Zhu Biao asked curiously.
“Very early!”
"When I was still in Chuzhou, I sent Yang Ren to the Sun and Moon Sect, which was still called Mingjiao at that time."
"To be honest, I was just a random spy at that time. We have sent out many spies like this, but we never expected that Yang Ren was so talented in martial arts that he would eventually reach this stage."
"This...!" Zhu Biao was a little surprised.
This is a perfect template for a male protagonist in a martial arts novel!
What is even more amazing is Zhu Yuanzhang. His father is simply a treasure. The more he understands, the more unexpected things he can find.
On the south bank of Mochou Lake, in a pavilion.
Zhang Sanfeng is sitting in the pavilion with the only Xiantian realm master in Shaolin, Venerable Nianhua.
Not far outside, Jin Yiwei was executing Zhu Yuanzhang's order. Shaolin, the Sun Moon Sect, and everyone involved in this operation were having their heads chopped off one by one. The smell of blood could be clearly heard within a three or four mile radius.
Venerable Nianhua never looked at those people from beginning to end.
However, it can be seen from his slightly trembling fingers that he is not as calm as he looks on the surface.
"well……!"
"Venerable Nianhua, I told you that you shouldn't have come!" Zhang Sanfeng looked at the old rival in front of him who had been competing with him all his life, and couldn't help but shake his head.
"The revival of spiritual energy is imminent. This is the era of warriors like us, not the ordinary court like the Ming Dynasty."
"Brother Zhang, I still don't understand why you want to be this imperial eagle dog?" Venerable Nianhua asked with confusion.
"Haha...!" Zhang Sanfeng chuckled and shook his head. He couldn't help but think of the common people who hid when they saw them on the road.
"The era of warriors...!"
"I don't think that era is worth aspiration."
"I hope this is the era of everyone in the world!" Zhang Sanfeng said solemnly.
"Rely on the newly established Ming Dynasty?"
"Rely on Zhu Yuanzhang?"
Venerable Nianhua shook his head: "Zhang Sanfeng, you will regret it."
"Hey, it's time for you to hit the road, old bald donkey. Do you need any help from the brothers?" A guard in fine clothes walked over with a smile and asked.
"Hmph, you are a bully!" Venerable Nianhua snorted coldly, and his fingers trembled, trying to pull up some cushions before he died.
But as soon as he had this thought, a heavy pressure suddenly fell on him.
Venerable Nianhua understood that Zhang Sanfeng had taken action.
He helplessly restrained the murderous intention in his heart, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes: "For eighty years, you have always suppressed me."
"Zhang Sanfeng, I won't give in!"
Venerable Nianhua took one last look at Zen Master Kongzhi, the abbot of Shaolin, who was lying in a pool of blood. His voice suddenly rose and spread throughout the ten miles: "Jianghu is dead, Zhang Sanfeng, you are the biggest sinner!"
After he said this, blood flowed from all the orifices at the same time.
Until his death, he did not close his eyes and just looked at Zhang Sanfeng intently.
"hehe!"
"You didn't forget to dig a hole for me before you died. Monk Nianhua, you underestimate me too much, and you underestimate yourself too much!" Zhang Sanfeng still had an indifferent smile on his face.
"But you are indeed right, the era of martial arts people is over!" Zhang Sanfeng stood up and looked at Mochou Lake. There was a hint of melancholy in his tone, but more of it was relief.
The martial arts tournament is over.
But the impact of this martial arts competition caused huge waves throughout the world.
Because of the resurgence of spiritual energy, some people in the world who had just started to feel a little commotion were so hit by the huge waves that they did not dare to move at all.
On the third day after the martial arts competition, a large number of Jin Yiwei suddenly broke into the Shaolin Temple. Over the next half month, the Jin Yiwei carried out tens of thousands of books from the Sutra Pavilion, most of which were martial arts secrets that had been passed down for hundreds of years.
But when the people from Jinyiwei left, the Shaolin Temple was still quiet, and not a single monk came out of it.
Some brave Jianghu people went in to investigate, and when they came out, they felt like they had seen a ghost in the daytime.
There is not even a single monk left in the Shaolin Temple in Nuoda.
No one can be seen in life, no corpse in death.
Since then, the ten-mile radius of Shaolin Temple has almost become a ghost land where no one has set foot.
All knowledgeable people in the world understand that Shaolin Temple may have completely become history.
The next person who carries the cauldron in the arena belongs to Wudang, or to the Dragon Guard Division of the imperial court.
And with the remaining power of this incident, Jin Yiwei began to seize martial arts from all over the world. The process was also very smooth. With the remaining power of massacre of Shaolin and the muzzle of the blunderbuss, no one dared to resist.
Prince's Mansion, back garden.
Zhu Biao lay on the rocking chair and looked at the book in his hand carefully.
The book was sent over by Jin Yiwei a few days ago. It is the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple and is the treasure of the temple.
After reading it once, Zhu Biao stood up and started boxing according to the method of moving energy in the book.
Soon, after completing a set of punches, Zhu Biao felt the energy in his body and showed a satisfied look on his face.
This Yi Jin Jing is worthy of being called the treasure of Shaolin Temple, and it does have its own unique features.
If the Thirty-Six Body Refining Postures mainly increase one's own defense and strength, then the Yi Jin Jing mainly increases speed and continuous combat capabilities.
He has been practicing for five days since he got the secret book.
In five days, the energy in his body increased by nearly one-third.
At the same time, he could clearly feel that he was exerting his energy more smoothly than before.
These are the effects of Yi Jin Jing.
In addition, just like the thirty-six postures of body training that give you a copper skin and iron bones, practicing the Yi Jin Jing also has special effects, and there are two of them.
Invulnerable to all poisons and doubled recovery ability after injury.
Zhu Biao could already imagine that in the future he would fight against others, and the enemy would finally break through his copper skin and iron bones. He was suddenly surprised to find that his recovery ability was even more abnormal...
Of course, the probability of this happening should be low. After all, as the prince of the Ming Empire, there are too few times where he is needed to take action.
However, this set of secrets also has a shortcoming. It requires very high energy, and it is basically impossible for anyone below the Huajin Grandmaster to master it.
This completely frustrated Zhu Biao's nascent possibility of promoting this technique among the Ming army.