"My Ming Dynasty established a country with martial arts. Who said that literature is ahead of martial arts? I don't take the word "wen", but I want to take the word "wu"! I will join the army and become a martial saint, and shine with my Longyuan Zhang family!"
"The Tianlang is invading the border, and Dali is here to join in the fun, then fight! Brother Xuanba, you are a stunning talent. I wish to follow you to the battlefield and show our country's power!"
"I, Zhang Wu'an, are only dead today! Brothers, dare to fight with me and fight to the death!"
"We will be kings if we are supported by all people! If we want to be with you, we will be like the people, and how will we meet our ancestors after death!"
"Xue Dilong, what are you? You dare to decide my son's fate? Get out!!!"
"Finally, Daoguo bought it, but unfortunately, it's far worse than Brother Xuanba..."
"Slave?! Rebellious son! You killed your uncle... You protect this son today, tomorrow..."
"Xiao Fengxian, remember that the essence of our swordsmanship is only eight characters. It is better to be broken than to be complete!"
"Old woman, pass my order and kill Zhang Lingfeng!"
"...If my Zhang family is not good at defending the territory, then all the heroes in the world can be taken away by Longyuan!"
...
When I was dying, all the past seemed to surge into my heart in an instant.
Sorrow, worry, miss, let go...
A smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Wu'an's mouth. At this moment, he had thousands of thoughts in his heart, but he was alone without fear.
What finally came to my heart was a faint feeling:
‘Little Fengxian, grandpa can’t see you getting married…’
The crying, sad and sad crying was completely submerged as the heavy darkness fell.
At the last moment, he saw the granddaughter with pear blossoms in front of the bed, the panicked and sad retainer, and seemed to see the old woman who was staggering and crying...
At the end, in the extremely thick darkness, Zhang Wuan seemed to see a bright light in front of him.
That's...
...
After Wanlong Dao, Shendu, and Imperial City, there is a martial arts field built against the mountain.
The huge imperial city occupies half of it, and there are no pavilions and towers on the side. There are only flat yellow mud platforms, which are spread out thousands of acres.
boom!
boom!
On the martial arts field, there were sometimes thunderstorms, and shadows scattered across the heavy snow, and sometimes fists burst out, spreading layers of snow fog.
Blood and energy, the true energy, constantly collided here, bursting out a substantial light.
This is the Shen Ce Army, who is performing martial arts.
The Ming Dynasty established six ministries, five temples, three public officials, various departments, external scattered prisons, twelve internal scattered prisons, and many institutions.
In addition to the well-known East and West factories, Jinyiwei and Six Gates, there is also a Shen Ce Army in the Imperial City of Shendu.
The capital of God, the center of the country and the land of all virtues, uses the largest resources and human resources in the world.
Even though this Shen Ce Army has been expanded for four hundred years, its total number is no more than 9,900.
Any of them is the best, the best among the elite.
Throughout the ages, it has been the fundamental force to protect the imperial chariot.
"The order was issued, except for the Linlong Road, there were elite responses everywhere, gathering in Longyuan and heading northwest..."
"The East-West and East Factory, Jinyiwei, and the Six Gate Masters cannot be dispatched too many times. The East-West Canghai City and Lingnan Tiandao Tomb all need to be closely monitored..."
"For nearly a year, Yang Ni has not left the city. Lord Nie has been dispatched several times but has returned in vain. The Taoist Master Zhenyan from Yulong Temple is not dead yet..."
"There is a chaos in the northwest road, and Tai Sui is born, which has attracted people from the martial arts world to go in and fight fiercely..."
"Since last winter, Tianlang, Dali, has suffered several times more disasters than us, and there are already vaguely seedlings of turmoil.
According to the cabinet's suggestion, the three heroes of Longyuan cannot be moved or adjusted. Not only that, they must allocate food and grass to expand their army..."
"In the prison, Xu Wenji wrote letters several times, speaking sharply, trying his best to dissuade you from the emperor to personally fight..."
...
Emperor Qianheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Shen Ce military and military exercises from afar.
Compared with previous dynasties, he attached great importance to the Shen Ce Army. Not only did he respond to all kinds of elixirs, but he even opened the large library.
Twenty years have passed and the results have been seen.
He asked himself that even if it was his uncle's famous Xuanjia Army, if it was not under his control, it would be no opponent.
Liu Jing bowed to the side and reported all kinds of information.
After hearing the three words Xu Wenji, Emperor Qianheng's expression moved:
"What did he say?"
Liu Jing hesitated for a moment and lowered his head and said:
"He said that if Your Majesty is careful to guard the Shendu, draw elite troops from the world, and use King Zhao of Xifu as the Grand Marshal, there is still a possibility of revival on the front line..."
"It's Zhang Xuanba again, and it's a cliché!"
Emperor Qianheng sneered, as if he was very unhappy:
"It seems that even though I have been in this world for twenty years, in the eyes of those old guys, I still can't match that uncle..."
When the late emperor passed away, Zhang Xuanba refused to return, and was almost pushed to the throne by those old ministers. This was simply the biggest nightmare in his heart.
The vassal king almost succeeded to the throne. In the four hundred years of the Ming Dynasty, how could he have ever experienced the "Jingnan"?
This is a huge shame that he cannot forget to this day.
"A poor and corrupt scholar knows what major family and country affairs? How could Zhang Xuanbakong have the power of force, but how could he be more supreme than His Majesty's supreme wisdom?"
Liu Jing shrank his head and carefully persuaded:
"But, this emperor's personal expedition is really, really, the journey is too far..."
Wanlong Road is located in the middle of nine paths. Although it belongs to the north, it is also located between the northwest path, Ding'an Road and a Wanlong River.
Even if the imperial army personally fought for the army, Ding'an Road and Longyuan Road were mainly troops, and the Shence Army had more than 10,000 troops!
Not to mention logistics supplies, just being unable to ride a spiritual bird is destined to be an extremely long process...
No matter how high a dragon horse is, its speed is far from being comparable to that of flying eagles and goshawks...
“The road is long?”
Emperor Qianheng suddenly laughed:
"Liu Jing, do you know how Taizu master built my four hundred years of foundation in the Ming Dynasty?"
"ah?"
Liu Jing's heart was slightly sank. He didn't dare to say this nonsense.
"But it's okay."
After receiving the promise, Liu Jing also seemed very careful:
"Taizu is a genius, with a pair of iron fists hitting the world invincible hands, and overwhelming all the heroes and dragons in the world..."
"So, guess, the world is so big, why did Taizu lead troops? It took only thirty years to capture the current territory from scratch?"
"this……"
Liu Jing shook his head blankly.
Even for someone like him, Taizu Zhang Yuanzhu is a nearly legendary existence.
From a small beggar, he led the world all the way, defeated all the heroes and heroes from all directions, and opened up a four hundred-year empire.
There are almost no such figures in the ages.
"This involves the royal secret..."
Emperor Qianheng smiled faintly:
"You just need to know that for me, the so-called long journey is not a difficult problem at all, just..."
Liu Jing's heart was shattered.
He saw His Majesty reaching out and taking out a cloth bag the size of a slap.
This cloth bag is neither silk nor luster, like cloth or brocade, with dark yellow and simple color. I don’t know what kind of fur it is made of, it is extremely smooth.
With his eyesight, there is no flaw at all.
After a careful sense, my heart was even more shocked. The small cloth bag was extremely heavy in his perception...
"This is?"
"More than four hundred years ago, the reason why Taizu could lead troops to dominate the world and conquer this huge territory was certainly because of his talent.
It was also because of his chance that he got the true picture of this 'race bag' and refined it into... "
Kneading the cloth bag in his palm, Emperor Qianheng's heart suddenly moved, and he saw an eunuch coming in a hurry, his face heavy.
"Your Majesty, King Longyuan, is dead!"
...
...
Huh ~
The cold and hard north wind whistled, rolling up snow all over the sky.
The heavy snowfall for several days has made the world white. When the sky is dark, it is extremely cold. When the wind blows, it looks like a biting.
"call!"
A breath of turbid air was exhaled into white frost.
His merits and achievements have improved again, but Huang Hu was not happy at all. On the contrary, he was worried.
After his supernatural powers of self-satisfaction [Jie Daotian Pier], his skills have made great progress. After joining forces with General Jiang Wu of Yanzhou City to clear the bandits, it has increased explosively.
Even after struggling with reason, he stayed in Pingshui County and used this as the foundation to restrain refugees, like the leader of the country.
However……
"Brother Huang!"
A very low-pressure voice came, Ergouzi leaned over and looked a little bitter:
"Yesterday, another master came, and the city gate could not stop them at all. Brothers, they dared not stop them..."
The yellow tiger has no expression on his face.
Not only did these people under him dare not stop him, but he didn't dare to stop him!
He asked himself that in the past one or two years, his martial arts have made great progress, but the ones who came to Pingshui County this time were more terrifying.
Whenever he thought about the blood-filled terrifying Taoist priest who saw that day and night, he felt cold all over his body.
"what to do……"
"Let's wait and see."
Huang Hu answered Muran.
Since he was satisfied with the magical power of [Jie Dao Tianzhu], his ambition has been growing and he has been satisfied with being inferior to others.
This is also the reason why he refused to recruit the person in Yanzhou City several times.
But at this moment, he was a little shaken.
There are so many masters in this world. In just a few days, he saw countless masters whose breath was so terrifying that he didn't dare to breathe.
If no one supports me, how far I can go in such a world is still a problem...
"These people don't seem to want to leave at all..."
Ergou felt a little scared.
Even though these people did not move, for most people in the city, they were like a large group of tigers on their side and couldn't sleep at all.
Huang Hu smiled bitterly and was about to speak when a red light suddenly appeared in front of him. Then, a loud thunder sounded throughout the small town.
"Brother Lin, I heard that you are in trouble. I am anxious. I am here at night, afraid that someone will hurt you..."
The voice of the visitor went from high to low, and suddenly became extremely loud:
Chapter completed!