Reborn Cat: Are you my shit shoveling officer?

This is a challenge for Zhu Yuanzhang, who is almost 60 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!

Afterwards, he simply handed over most of the affairs to Prince Zhu Biao, so that he could take a break and spend some time with Empress Ma who seemed to be 20 years younger.

Is there really a longevity technique and a secret medicine for longevity in this world?

In the middle of the night, Zhu Yuanzhang, whose heart was still like water, fell into deep thinking.

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

And as long as the inner master doesn't do it often, he can live for a hundred years, at least he can prolong his life, right?

"deliver an imperial order!"

Immediately a eunuch came in outside and took notes.

There is no small matter around the emperor, the emperor's pillow is on your head.The emperor had to be served at any time at twelve hours a day before.

"Send the king of Shu to ask Emei Miejue Shitai if he can accept disciples on behalf of the teacher. I also want to practice Emei's martial arts to strengthen my body. In addition, I sent Mao Xiang, the commander of Jinyiwei, to ask Wudang Zhenren Zhang."

"Yes!"

When his subordinates retreated, Zhu Yuanzhang fell into deep thought.

This person, the more he owns, the more he fears death.

……

Wudang faction.

Years are like knives, unconsciously, Wudang Seven Heroes, Zhang Liuji and others get older, and their beard and hair are also dyed white by time.

Everyone is old.

Zhang Sanfeng walked slowly in the Hall of True Martial Arts with his hands behind his back.

"Master~"

"Master!"

"Grandpa~"

……

The once-familiar faces grow old one by one, the old people pass away or go into seclusion, and the newcomers gradually accept the affairs on Wudang Mountain under the guidance of the old people.

Wudang is still there, but gradually it is not the Wudang he is familiar with.

Floating lotus boats under the far bridge, and pine streams on Dai rock.Wanren Cuishanli Pavilion is here, don't ask about the sound of the valley.

Under the old face, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes are still bright, but there seems to be a trace of fatigue in them.

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

On that day, I went to Emei to attend the funeral of Heroine Guo Xiang, as if it was yesterday.

vividly.

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

"Master!" Song Qingshu, head of Wudai, came to pay a visit.

Since the first battle at Guangmingding, Song Qingshu returned to Wudang and practiced hard, non-stop.

Taoist kung fu is like water dripping through a stone.

In his imagination, he might catch up with Fairy Zhiruo at the age of 40, and then he will go to Emei in a fair manner and ask Fairy again.

What do you think of him?

result……

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at him: "Tell your father and uncles, I want to go to the sky, this farewell or forever, from now on, Wudang will depend on you!"

Song Qingshu was taken aback, ascending to the sky?

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

Zhang Sanfeng: ? ? ?

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

Song Qingshu covered his head, feeling aggrieved, doesn't ascending to the sky mean becoming a fairy?Are you really worthy of heaven?

Impatiently giving him a look, Zhang Sanfeng said angrily: "Recently, you have improved your cultivation, but each of you has not improved at all. You are about to die of old age, and I am upset.

Moreover, I have discussed with Master Zhou for a long time. The world is so big and boundless, so I just go out to relax. "

Only then did Song Qingshu feel relieved: "Where should the master go to relax, if there is a chance in the future, the apprentice and grandson will also go to see you."

Zhang Sanfeng chuckled and pointed to the sky: "Have you seen the vast sky? There is my goal. The universe is boundless. With your strength, it should be your next life when we meet again."

Song Qingshu is silent, even the teacher doesn't think highly of him?

impossible!Man will conquer heaven, he will catch up to Fairy Zhiruo one day!The boy cried out in his heart.

He wants to let others who look down on him know that he, Song Qingshu, is not weaker than others.

"Clap~"

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

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

"Oh~"

……

Emei School, at the foot of the mountain.

Jing Nian is bored and sits on the rock, she is very old, if Zhou Zhi is embarrassed to punish her again, she will become an old fritter.

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

Come here in the morning to say hello to the younger sisters, then go to the nearby market to have breakfast, then go to a hidden place to solve the hygiene problem, and chat with two people.

When I got back to the foot of the mountain, I discussed with the little yellow cat what to eat at noon, and the discussion lasted until noon.

This kind of dawdling, simply flies by.After all, when you are young, the most worthless thing is useless time.

"Oh, by the way, Lele, tomorrow I will take a rest for a day, and you take care of the house by yourself." Jing Nian ordered.

"Meow~" the little yellow cat said boredly.

What are you doing?

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

"Meow~"

Oh, remember to cover your face when you go.

Jing Nian was very strange: "Why? There is no one in the valley, so it should be okay? Besides, with the senior sister watching, who would dare to deal with me near Emei."

The little yellow cat gave her a disdainful look: "You are such a badass, how dare you lick your face to see your old man?"

Jing Nian was immediately choked.

After a moment of silence, he asked: "What about you, Qingming will not offer incense to your ancestors?"

"Wow~"

I wear it too!

Jing Nian: ......

"Master Jing Nian, where is he? Father wants me to come over and ask, can your Emei Sect accept disciples on behalf of the master? He wants to learn some kung fu for physical fitness!" asked a sudden person in front.

Jing Nian looked up, pleasantly surprised: "His Royal Highness, long time no see."

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

He is Zhu Yuanzhang's No. 11 son, Zhu Chun, who is filial, friendly, kind, comprehensive in classics, and elegant in appearance.

Zhu Yuanzhang once called him "Shu scholar" affectionately, and he was devout to Buddha. He often came to Emei to bring them food and clothing, so everyone had a good relationship.

Seeing the business coming, Jing Nian was unceremonious, and quickly said: "King of Shu, yes, let's not say that you want to be the same junior as the head of the sect, even if you are her master.

Millennium ginseng and general equivalents can be exchanged for a position in the name of the ancestral tree, one plant can be added to the master's generation, two can be added to the master's generation, and five can make you the same generation as our master Guo Xiang.

You see, as long as you become my Emei senior, you can accept daily incense offerings from us, and the incense will never stop.

This is equivalent to saving money in advance. When you die, you will be a rich and powerful family in Xitian or Hell. "

The King of Shu was taken aback for a moment, my good fellow, your ancestors have knowledge, do you know?

After hesitating for a while, Zhu Chun hesitated and said: "Ginseng and medicinal materials are not a problem, but Master Jing Nian, what should I do if my father and I want to practice the kung fu of Mount Emei?"

Jing Nian's eyes lit up, this is a big client.

"King of Shu, what kind of kung fu do you want to learn? Let me tell you, our Emei has all kinds of kung fu, such as fist, leg, sword, palm, whip, light work and some special martial arts.

Of course, these martial arts are also available in other courtyards at the foot of the mountain, if you want to learn them, you can go there.And if you give money, you can also ask your senior sister to guide you, but it is limited to a few external martial arts, and internal martial arts all involve some key acupuncture points, so men and women can't teach or accept. "

The king of Shu was shocked again.

"Master Jing Nian, can I learn the internal martial arts practiced by Zhou Zhenren?"

Jing Nian was shocked again, and said hesitantly: "Senior Sister Zhou's martial arts has already involved my Emei roots, and it also includes the secrets of the martial arts immortal realm. Breakthroughs can lead to longevity. Your request really embarrasses us."

The King of Shu heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this thing is not for sale. At this moment, he felt that all the books he had read for 20 years were in vain.

After a while.

"Add money!" Jing Nian said affirmatively.

King of Shu: ......

Yingtian, the capital of Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Palace, late at night.

A servant hurried in.

"Your Majesty, the King of Shu hastened eight hundred miles. He said that the martial arts practiced by Emei Zhou Zhenren had been sent to Yingtian, and Mao Zhen, the commander of Jinyiwei, was outside to see him."

"Let him in." Zhu Yuanzhang said bluntly.

He never denied that he was born with mud legs, and he didn't want to engage in those literary things.

After a while, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the pile of martial arts on the table and fell into deep thought.

What about this big sale?Why have everything?It can't be fake, right?

"Have you had all these martial arts checked by your masters?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked.

After being the emperor for a long time, he gradually began to distrust anyone except Empress Ma.

"Report to Your Majesty, my subordinates copied these martial arts into dozens of copies in batches, and after splitting them up, sent them to more than a dozen long-established masters. They all said that these are extremely advanced martial arts.

Afterwards, the subordinates let some of their confidantes practice, and none of them had any problems.

The only thing to worry about is the part behind the Emei Scripture.That is supplemented by Zhou Zhenren himself about the cultivation of martial arts and immortal realm, it is very mysterious, and we can't understand it at all.

Why is the earth round? "

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, very satisfied.

Since the day Jin Yiwei was established, its responsibilities have been very clear, it is a knife in his hand, and now this knife is really easy to use.

It's just a pity that the knife is now stained with too much blood, so it needs to be washed before it can be used again.

"Okay, go back and have a good rest. It's been a long time since I've been out this time. It's been hard work. Let's have a good reunion with my wife and children and talk." Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and said affectionately.

"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty, Long En!" Mao Xiang was very moved, wiped away his tears, turned around and left quickly.

After working hard for so long, let's go to the Jiaofang Division to listen to the music first!

After his subordinates left, Zhu Yuanzhang began to carefully open up the martial arts sent over.

Although he didn't practice hard, there was no shortage of great medicine, and there were martial arts masters to breathe and practice for him from time to time.So he is at least as good as those masters in terms of knowledge.

After thinking for a long time, Zhu Yuanzhang finally paid attention to the top Emei Scripture.

Although all the martial arts on this table were said to be proficient in Zhou Zhenren, according to Jin Yiwei's spies, this Emei scripture is the most precious, and most people don't sell it at all.

And the one on the bottom is called "Body Refining Technique with a Bad Name". Residents at the foot of Mount Emei can buy a copy for a few hundred coins.

He is the emperor, the Ninth Five-Year Lord, he doesn't need to do it, why do he practice this?Can you still carry the artillery hard?Or live forever?