During the Hongwu period, Zhu Yuanzhang was worried about dangers and worked hard every day. He seemed to be busy every day.

He hoped that everyone in the Ming Dynasty could live a good life and never be like the same situation as he was when he was a child. He had no food, no clothes, and the whole family starved to death.

From September 14th to 21st in the 18th year of Hongwu (1385), within eight days, Zhu Yuanzhang reviewed and approved a total of 1,660 memorials and letters from internal and external officials, and handled 3,390 state affairs.

On average, more than 200 memorials and notes were reviewed and more than 400 state affairs were handled every day.

This was a challenge for Zhu Yuanzhang, who was almost sixty years old. Although he won, he also lost. He already clearly felt that his energy was not as good as when he was young.

He is old!

After that, he simply handed over most of the affairs to the Crown Prince Zhu Biao, so that he could take a break and be affectionate with Empress Ma, who seemed to be twenty years younger.

Is there really a magic of longevity and a secret medicine of longevity in this world?

Late at night, Zhu Yuanzhang, whose heart was as calm as water, fell into deep thinking.

He has the power of a country, many masters are loyal to the court, and there are countless great medicines and secret medicines. Does he also have the opportunity to practice to the realm of martial arts gods like Zhenren Zhou?

As long as a master in the inner circle doesn't take action often, he can easily reach a hundred years old. At the very least, he can prolong his life.

"deliver an imperial order!"

Immediately a eunuch came in from outside and took notes.

There is nothing trivial about the emperor. The emperor has a stiff neck and your head falls. The emperor has to be attended to at all times during the twelve hours of the day.

"Send the King of Shu to ask Grand Master Jiejie of Emei if she can accept a disciple on my behalf. I also want to practice Emei's martial arts and strengthen my body. In addition, I send the commander of the Jin Yiwei Mao Xiang to ask Master Zhang of Wudang."

"yes!"

After his men retreated, Zhu Yuanzhang fell into deep thought.

The more this person has, the more he fears death.

…

Wu-Tang Clan.

Time is like a knife. Unconsciously, as the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Zhang Liuji and others get older, their beards and hair are also dyed white by time.

Everyone is old.

Zhang Sanfeng clasped his hands behind his back and walked slowly in the Zhenwu Hall.

"Master~"

"Master!"

"Master Patriarch~"

…

The once familiar faces grew old one by one, the old people passed away or went into seclusion, and the new people began to gradually accept the affairs of Wudang Mountain under the guidance of the old people.

Wudang was still there, but gradually it was no longer the Wudang he was familiar with.

There are lotus boats floating under the distant bridge, and pine trees and streams on the Dai rocks. There are thousands of pear pavilions on the green mountains, and the valley is empty without asking.

Under his old face, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were still bright and shining, but there seemed to be a trace of fatigue in them.

It is too painful for a white-haired person to give away a black-haired person.

That day, I went to Emei to attend the funeral of the heroine Guo Xiang. It seemed like yesterday.

Vividly in my mind.

This time passed so quickly that he couldn't even react.

"Master!" Song Qingshu, the current leader of Wu Dynasty, came to pay homage.

Since the battle at Guangmingding, Song Qingshu returned to Wudang and practiced hard without rest.

Taoist Kung Fu is essentially a matter of water droplets piercing the stone, accumulation and accumulation.

In his imagination, he might catch up with Fairy Zhiruo at the age of forty, and then go to Emei openly and ask the fairy again.

What do you think of him?

result……

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at him: "Tell your father and uncles that I want to fly to heaven. This farewell may be forever. From now on, Wudang will depend on you!"

Song Qingshu was startled, ascending to the sky?

"Master, are you going to become a feather?"

Zhang Sanfeng:???

"Pah~" The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, jumped up and slapped his disciple on the head.

Song Qingshu covered his head and felt aggrieved. Doesn't ascending to heaven mean becoming immortal? Do you really have to ascend to heaven?

Giving him an impatient look, Zhang Sanfeng said angrily: "In recent days, your cultivation has improved, but none of you have made any progress at all. You are about to die of old age. I feel upset.

Moreover, Zhenren Zhou and I have been discussing for a long time that this world is so big and boundless that we should just go out and relax."

Song Qingshu was relieved: "Master, where are you going to relax? If there is a chance in the future, my disciples will also go and see you."

Zhang Sanfeng laughed and pointed to the sky: "Have you seen the vast sky? That's my goal. The universe is endless. With your strength, it should be your future life when we meet again."

Song Qingshu was silent, didn't even his master think highly of him?

Impossible! Man can conquer nature, he will definitely catch up with Fairy Zhiruo one day! The young man shouted in his heart.

He wanted to let others who looked down upon him know that he, Song Qingshu, was not weaker than others.

"Pa~"

Song Qingyun was about to cry but had no tears: "Master, why did you hit me again?"

"Inform your father and uncle, and teach them the true meaning of martial arts that I have learned one last time!" Zhang Sanfeng said angrily.

"Oh~"

…

Emei Sect, foot of the mountain.

Jing Nian was sitting on the stone out of boredom. At this age, Zhou Zhiruo was too embarrassed to punish her corporally any more, so she became an old fritter.

Appear at the foot of the mountain on time every day and disappear on time.

In the morning, I came over and said hello to the junior sisters, then went to the nearby market to have breakfast, then went to a hidden place to solve the health problem, and then chatted with two people.

When we get back to the foot of the mountain, we will discuss with the little yellow cat what to eat for lunch, and the discussion will last until noon.

Living like this goes by so fast. After all, when you are young, the most valuable thing is useless time.

"Oh, by the way, Lele, I'll take a day off tomorrow, and you can take care of the house by yourself." Jingnian ordered.

"Meow~" the little yellow cat said boredly.

What to do?

Jing Nian sighed: "Tomorrow is the Qingming Festival. I will go to the grave of my father who adopted me and then starved to death."

"Meow~"

Oh, remember to cover your face when you go.

Jing Nian was very surprised: "Why? There is no one in the valley. Is everything okay? Besides, with the senior sister watching, who dares to deal with me near Emei?"

The little yellow cat looked at her with disdain: "You are so stupid, how dare you lick your face to see your father?"

Jing Nian was immediately choked.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "What about you? Don't you offer incense to your ancestors during the Qingming Festival?"

"Wow~"

I wear it too!

Jing Nian:......

"Master Jingnian, where are you? My father wanted me to come over and ask if your Emei sect can still accept disciples as a master? He wants to learn some martial arts to strengthen his body!" someone from the front suddenly asked.

Jing Nian looked up and was pleasantly surprised: "Your Highness, King of Shu, long time no see."

"Long time no see!" King Shu politely replied.

He is the eleventh son of Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Chun. He is filial and kind, knowledgeable in classics, and elegant in appearance.

Zhu Yuanzhang once affectionately called him "Sichuan Scholar", and he was devout in worshiping Buddha. He often came to Emei to bring food and clothing to them, so they had a good relationship.

Seeing the business coming, Jing Nian was not polite and said quickly: "King Shu, yes, let's not say you want to be the leader's fellow disciple here, you can even be her master.

Thousand-year-old ginseng and its general equivalent can be exchanged for the position of the ancestral genealogy. One ginseng is added to the head generation, and two ginseng is added to the master's generation. With five ginseng, you can be the same generation as our master Guo Xiang.

You see, as long as you become my Emei senior, you can accept us offering incense every day, and the incense will never stop.

This is equivalent to saving money in advance. When you die, you will be rich and noble in the West or the underworld."

The King of Shu was stunned, good fellow, your ancestors knew something from the spring, do you know?
To be continued...