There is such an Internet buzzword that is good, if you are not afraid of god-like opponents, you are afraid of pig-like teammates. Zhu Yuanzhang didn't know this sentence, but now, he had a similar idea - he would rather cooperate with Chen Youliang, who is capricious, insidious and vicious, and may stab him in the back at any time, rather than his pig-like teammates.

Under the discussion of the strategists under the seat, those famous strategists in history, a plan began to take shape vaguely.

And Mingjiao, under the leadership of Zhang Wuji, began to arrange the ring and deliver news. Prepare for the competition to win the world. Bat King Wei Yixiao personally took a letter to Wudang Mountain and found Wen Xiaotian and his wife who were cultivating themselves here.

Wei Yixiao said some polite words, handed over the letter, and said: "Fang is already beaten badly today, and he can't stand any toss anymore, so my family leader discussed it with the big guy, and I feel that it ...... It's better for both sides to decide the ownership of the world through a competition......"

"Hah!" Wen Xiaotian listened, and actually felt a sense of absurdity.

Compete to win the world - your sister, do you think this is a fantasy world where one person can single-handedly take on one country? Is this martial arts good? And you're so talented and so weird, do your teammates know? Do your men agree? Do you only have an IQ of 0?5 left in your head?

Wen Xiaotian pursed his lips and said, "Compete to win the world|one|book|read|novel[y][b][d][u]? Do you think it's okay? If I make a move, you Mingjiao combined, and no one is my opponent, so what's the point of this competition? ”

"This, some people naturally can't make a move."

"Who can't make a move on the Mingjiao side?"

"Zhang Zhenren."

Wen Xiaotian shook his head, looked at Wei Yiyi, and said, "No." Your sect leader's current strength is no less than that of Zhang Zhenren. So be it. On our side, Ye and I won't make a move. On the one hand, the three people in Shaolin Temple who can use the Vajra Demon Circle can't make a move, Zhang Zhenren and your sect leader can't make a move, and the rest is arbitrary. ”

"It seems a little unfair!"

"Do you want face?"

Wei Yixiao's face flushed, since he recovered from his illness, he also had the right to be shy.

"Those people of mine, how much time they have been practicing martial arts, you know! So I decided to do so, I was already very partial to your side, and I can't be too greedy. This time the contest is also a contest, since you are here with sincerity, we are also here with sincerity, and the battle that follows, in fact, we may still fight, but at least, we all have to work hard for that possibility of peace......"

Wen Xiaotian's words made Wei Yixiao admire in his heart, this is the demeanor of a Taoist person. After Wei Yixiao left, Wen Xiaotian sent the news back to Mo, and put forward the words "be vigilant and strictly guard", and Mo's side quickly responded.

The information system formed by the storyteller and other systems has been running at a high speed. Although Wen Xiaotian is also cramming and taking it for granted in many aspects, many things, in terms of practice, have gone beyond this era too much. Unaware, some conspiracies that are still brewing have turned into bald lions in the eyes of some people.

The tournament was held as scheduled.

In the ancient city of Chang'an, a group of people with short hair and black clothes wore plackets. The clothes looked more like modern armor, equipped with "high-tech" "body armor", but not equipped with grenades, but only with two knives with blades only calf-length. The scabbard is on the calf.

This group of people seemed extremely energetic, with a kind of indifference in their expressions, and their footwork was resolute and powerful. Under Wen Xiaotian's careful training, their strength and their insight have surpassed this era.

As the group walked, the sound of "dong dong" was heard neatly, and the ground seemed to tremble at this sound. Their footwork, neither fast nor slow, gives people a feeling of going forward and one after another, and there is never an end.

"Forward, forward, forward!"

The military song sounded, and he was indomitable.

This is an invisible deterrent, they were ready early in the morning, but they were released at this moment, so that the people in the Ming Sect could see who the real soldiers were. Who deserves to own this world! Although the Ming army attacked the city, they only fought the servant army, and they did not face the real powerful army at all.

But ink is different.

They Mo are facing the elite who are about to flee north, and they are the power around the emperor.

Together with the emperor, with such a force, it was all packed up by Mo.

They are confident.

They are proud.

They are qualified to do so.

"Our team is to the sun, and our feet are stepping on the land of China......"

"We are the hope of the nation, we are an invincible force......

The military song roared like a sea.

The military song that was adapted by Wen Xiaotian with some words is still so heroic, closing his eyes, it is like seeing a piece of black pressure in front of him, and the steel soldiers who have gone forward and followed each other have charged with the most fearless momentum, charged, charged, and then swept the entire land.

"Elite, powerhouse ......"

"It's a pity that such an army does not belong to me."

Among the visitors, Liu Ji, who looked like a master outside the world, fanned the folding fan. The ugly man's face was distorted, and the face that was somewhat concave, even more like a horse's face, was even more distorted, and some different brilliance shot out of his eyes. This is a poisonous snake, a poisonous snake that can turn into a real dragon.

As the troops advanced, the military song came to an end, and Wen Xiaotian, who was at the back of the team, also noticed the strange combination of this ugly man and a master in the world.

Probably fate in the dark, he guessed who this man was at once.

It's Zhu Yuanzhang.

If you want to ask which emperor in this history was born from the grassroots, and he is the only real grassroots, then he must be Zhu Yuanzhang.

If you want to ask which emperor is the ugliest in this history, it must be Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang is a person, Wen Xiaotian can't say that he hates it.

He has done what he wants to do and accomplished a lot of things in his life, so he is a success. And the Ming Dynasty was indeed successful - the kind of tireless research on firearms alone is enough to be proud of. Those scientific books alone are enough to be proud of.

Wen Xiaotian retracted his gaze, a military song had been completed, Wen Xiaotian said: "Next, sing our "Song of Work". ”

Wen Xiaotian's expression suddenly became proud.

Because "Song of Work" is his original.

The song of the team sounded:

There are three strokes of work.

Last one is the sky.

The next is the ground.

A vertical to the world.

Therefore, the way is: through the heavens and the earth, through the ancient and modern, grasp the yin and yang immortal skills, is the power of my work.

In ancient times, there were sages who tasted herbs and made mulberry hemp.

Later, there were sages and sages who made firearms.

Since ancient times, sages and sages have been meritocrats.

Weigong.

This is a song written by Wen Xiaotian, which is very simple, but reveals some of the most simple things. And this thing is combined with legend and history, which is actually to use a song to promote an industrial revolution. That is, to use a song to elevate the status of craftsmen.

Since ancient times, these people have been lowly, but Wen Xiaotian wants to make them great.

Because of their work, they have the ability to connect the ancient and modern worlds, grasp the creation of yin and yang, and manipulate the nature of heaven and earth. Why is the worker written like this? Because that's what it means. And those who do the work are witches! This song is now the school song of those technical schools in the Northwest Territories.

The status of the craftsman is unprecedented.

A song ends.

The song of the team was replaced by the last one, and unity is strength.

This is naturally plagiarized and modified, Wen Xiaotian is too lazy, and he really doesn't have much talent in music. Forcefully made a "Song of Work", which can be regarded as a super-level performance.

Apparently.

Their goal had been achieved -- the people of the Ming Sect were shocked by such military might.

Whether it was the people or the people in the martial arts, they were also shocked by this momentum.

This was the first day they arrived in Chang'an, and people in the martial arts naturally couldn't take advantage of people's danger, so the deadline for the competition was decided two days later. Wen Xiaotian played the role of an instructor this time, but he only took Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu shopping with his wife, and those team members were training.

For them, this competition is nothing at all. has experienced the baptism of life and death, and has integrated Professor Wen Xiaotian's fighting into his bones. That kind of unlimited, one-move life-and-death military fighting technique has been integrated into their bones.

And with Wen Xiaotian's several sets of mantras transforming their bodies, their current physical strength is enough to make those people in the martial arts collapse-that's right, collapse.

It's like Jet Li's version of Chen Zhen, in the last time you fought with that devil muscleman, you hit people for a long time, and they didn't react, and if you hit you once, you will be choked. Probably this is the state - if it weren't for Chen Zhen's pig's feet, he would have lost a long time ago.

There may be many accidents in life, but Wen Xiaotian doesn't believe that these people he has trained will all encounter so-called accidents.

Their training is business as usual.

Early every morning, the thunderous training and earth-shaking slogans all shocked the people in Mingjiao. Because even if the army of Mingjiao is elite, it is also a small exercise every three days, and a big exercise every seven days, who is like these subordinates of Wen Xiaotian? How much can they toss?

What's more, the waiter's eyeliner who arranged also brought back such news: These people tossed themselves, but they still took the initiative to think of a way to toss. How painful are these people?

That's what a lot of people think.

Zhu Yuanzhang felt terrible - it seemed to be dark. What else can such an army defeat? He had a hunch that his plan might not succeed.

But.

But he couldn't give up.

It's rare to have a few beats in life.

He has been able to get to this point, and he has fought out.

If you want to live in troubled times, you have to work hard - if you work hard, you can't live, and that can only say that you really don't have that kind of luck. A person's life, life and death, life and death are alive, and life that lasts for a while is alive, and life that makes you comfortable is also alive, Zhu Yuanzhang understands this.