Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty: Sixth Generation of Glory, I don't want it

Ming Dynasty, July of the 13th year of Yongle.

"Let's all go back!"

After Zhu Gaochi settled Zhang Xin, he left the cabin and went to the deck to wave goodbye to the people on shore who were seeing him off.

Local officials were delighted to see off a giant Buddha.

Sun Biyun, who saw her master off, was in a very bad mood and looked at Zhu Gaochi eagerly.

"Master Zhang told you to practice hard and then go to the capital to find him."

Zhu Gaochi couldn't bear it, so he asked Zhang Sanfeng to comfort his eighty-something apprentice.

In fact, Zhang Sanfeng didn't say anything. He was obviously impatient to chatter with Sun Biyun, so he pretended to meditate as soon as he entered the cabin.

Sun Biyun, who had no idea what was going on, immediately burst into laughter.

Zhu Gaochi turned around and signaled to set sail, then went into the cabin.

As expected, once they entered, they found that Zhang Sanfeng was no longer pretending to be dead. He and Wen Beijiao were gesticulating and talking in front of Zhang Xin:

"It's not like we've gained nothing this time. After all, the lightning-struck problem has been solved."

"The old doctors and I also collected a lot of good medicine in the mountains."

Wen Beijiao was supposed to help take care of Zhang Xin's health, but Zhang Sanfeng took over all the work, so he had no choice but to go to the mountains to dig herbs.

"Will you really be struck by lightning if you undergo tribulation?"

Zhu Gaochi sat down next to Zhang Xin and asked questions curiously.

"Well, I don't know. It is said that it is necessary. Anyway, I have never been struck by the divine thunder of the tribulation."

Zhang Sanfeng looked depressed.

"Didn't you strike it down in Yuzhen Palace last time?"

Zhu Gaochi was deeply impressed by that day. Both the master and the apprentice were very cunning, and it was a large-scale scene of their own people betraying each other.

"Is it that real people are not qualified?"

Zhu Zhanyong made the final move.

"What nonsense are you talking about, kid, you have ears but not a mouth!"

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Zhu Gaochi, and then spoke unhappily to Zhu Zhanyong.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Zhu Gaochi laughed.

"Does that mean I won't get hit in the future?"

Zhang Xin, who had been listening quietly to the two people's conversation for a long time, was a little confused.

After the alchemists in the experimental workshop learned that the Wudang Golden Summit was often struck by lightning, they moved to the mountain.

After several months of experiments.

Finally, it was discovered that lightning can flow through copper, iron, and the like. The reason why the Wudang Golden Summit was struck by lightning so many times is because it is made entirely of copper.

Moreover, after being struck by lightning, the entire golden roof has become even more tightly integrated, and the gaps in the original components have become difficult to find.

The entire surface is smoother than a polished bronze mirror.

They tried the experiment with the wire.

Ordinary iron wire will not even grow rust once it is struck by lightning.

Then, they made a lightning rod made of iron wire in a gorgeous way.

This time when we returned to Beijing, everyone was ready to install lightning rods on all the roofs of the Forbidden City.

Of course, the shape of the lightning rod still needs to be studied. After all, an ugly iron rod cannot be placed abruptly on the roof of a royal building.

"Now that you know how to avoid it, if you really want to survive the calamity, you have to dodge it anyway. No matter how strong you are, it will still hurt if it hits you."

It would have been fine if Zhang Sanfeng didn't know this before, but now that he knew, he certainly wouldn't just stand there and get struck.

"That's true!"

Zhu Gaochi admired Zhang Sanfeng's complete self-reliance very much.

The alchemists in the experimental workshop, even the doctors and the Taoists in the mountains have similar styles to Zhang Sanfeng.

During this period of time, he was tinkering in the back hall of Yuzhen Palace, making strange noises every day.

Everyone has a kind of "I am the boss, second to none" attitude, and their thoughts and actions are not influenced by the outside world at all, and they follow their own hearts.

Just like now Zhang Sanfeng is on the boat returning to Beijing with them, it is the result of following his heart.