Heiankyo, which was once at the height of the Wa Kingdom, became a dead city, and the entire Gyeonggi of the Wa Kingdom became a dead land.

Heiankyo is located below Lake Biwa, a place that later became known as the Osaka Plain, and Lake Biwa is the main source of water for this plain.

Imagine that Heiankyo was just below Lake Biwa, and that Zhu Zhan built a Kyoto Temple in the royal palace of Heiankyo, and it was by far the largest and most used Kyoto Temple.

What do you make the people who live below think? Drinking rotten water?

Qian Yong and Zhu Sanfeng were also shocked when they arrived in Heianjing, but Zhu Zhanyan didn't give them much time to digest, because they were coming to find Zhu Zhanyan on this trip, and Zhu Zhanyan was not here.

Now Zhu Zhan is already in Suruga Bay.

Looking up at the northeast direction, looking at the snow-white peak at the peak, Zhu Zhanyan's eyes narrowed.

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Yingtianfu, Imperial Palace, Qianqing Palace.

"Possibly?" Zhu Di looked at Zhang Fu who was kneeling below, with majesty in his flat expression.

"Back to Your Majesty, Your Minister......"

Zhang Fu was a little hesitant, not that he had no self-confidence, or that he did not have self-confidence.

It's a bit contradictory to say this, but it's not a contradiction if it is put on Zhang Fu.

If he was just leading troops to fight, and he was fighting a Japanese state whose capital was destroyed, Zhang Fu didn't dare to say that he was ten out of ten sure, but nine out of nine was also there.

The reason why he said that he had no faith was because no one had faith in this matter.

In the world, there is no military general who has a similar style to Zhu Zhanyan, and no military general can reproduce the miracle created by Zhu Zhanyan, and neither can he Zhang Fu.

Like Mu Sheng, who felt a headache when facing Chen Jikuo, Zhang Fu couldn't make up his mind.

Or it should be said that compared to Mu Sheng, Zhang Fu is even more difficult to make up his mind.

Now the thirty-five-year-old Zhang Fu can be said to be still in the prime of life, but at this time, he has already made various military exploits, and he can be said to be the most prestigious general of the Ming Dynasty.

Participated in the Battle of Jingyan, Yongle destroyed the Hu Dynasty in four years, was awarded the title of British Duke for meritorious service, and then repeatedly recruited Chen Jikuo, Zhang Fu is really the most capable military general in the Ming Dynasty now.

However, even now, he still doesn't dare to reproduce the miracle created by Zhu Zhanyan.

When Zhu Zhan Yan accompanied the army to the north, he killed more than 100,000 people in the fishing sea, and built the first Beijing view of the Ming Dynasty.

However, the Jingguan he built and the one in the fishing sea are not comparable at all.

To put it mildly, Zhu Zhanyan had to laugh at him when he saw it, after all, a two-thousand-person Jingguan looked really useless in Zhu Zhanyan's eyes.

And now, Zhu Zhan first built a Beijing temple with more than 300,000 people in Shinji Lake, and then built a Beijing temple in Heian Jing with twice the number of people in Shinji Lake.

Zhang Fu, he didn't dare.

Zhu Zhanyan did it, he is a royal prince, no matter how he has no way out, he will have a way out than him, a general, and if he Zhang Fu has learned something......

If you succeed, you will be sought after by 10,000 people, and if you fail, you will be scolded by 10,000 people, and all the previous military exploits will be useless, and it can be said that your reputation will be ruined.

"Either let you go to learn from the prince of Han, or let you go to the station for a period of time, so that the prince of Han can free up his hands and go home for the New Year."

Zhu Di's eyes closed slightly, and he slowly leaned back on the back of the chair.

He will not let people rob his grandson of the credit, although this credit is a little bloody and controversial, but if he can do it to the point of Zhu Zhanyan, there is no doubt that it is a success.

Although the Chinese courtiers of the DPRK all thought that it was a loss of great power and made the subordinate states of the Ming Dynasty fearful, or even deviated from morality, Zhu Di seemed that this was very good.

The reason is simple, useful, and efficient.

Zhu Di also knows very well that except for Zhu Zhanqi, no one in Daming can reproduce this miracle.

Before, he thought about letting Zhu Gaosui go to the replica, and he couldn't even say that he would reproduce it, because Zhu Gaosui didn't have to care about it at the beginning, he killed people when he met them, and he didn't need to kill a few people to let Waraan divide it.

But he didn't expect his third son to be so uncompetitive.

Ordinary herdsmen couldn't look down on it, and the regular troops couldn't catch up, and in the end they ended up in vain, not to mention, and let Da Mingda consume so much grain and grass.

"Don't think too much about it." Thinking of his unsuccessful third son, Zhu Di sighed again.

"You don't have to worry about anything after you go, you can do whatever the prince asks you to do, and the prince will go back after the year, can this be done?"

"Minister, take the order!" Zhang Fuchang breathed a sigh of relief and took the order.

……

Zhu Zhanyan didn't know what happened to Yingtian, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Because now he is doing a big thing, a big thing that he has in mind.

After half a year, Zhu Zhanyan finally dared to climb this Mount Fuji, because the previous earthquake had been haunting his mind and lingering.

Who knows if this brain-dead thing will erupt under the influence of an earthquake? If this special eruption, let alone at the top of the mountain, even if it is a hundred miles away, the volcanic ash will be enough for him to drink a pot.

And now, Zhu Zhan Yan stood on the highest place in this Japanese country, looking down on this mountain that was revered as a sacred mountain by the Japanese people, and his eyes were full of mockery.

The jade fan hangs upside down in the East China Sea, and the white snow of Fuji reflects the rising sun.

This is the description and praise of the Japanese people on this mountain, but in this era, there are very few people who climb this mountain, which brings great difficulties to Zhu Zhanyan.

This so-called holy mountain is nearly 4,000 meters above sea level, and Zhu Zhan Yan took 30,000 people to climb the mountain, but after reaching the top of the mountain, there are only more than 5,000 people left.

People usually have some reactions at an altitude of about 2,700 meters, and this situation varies from person to person, and this so-called holy mountain is more than 3,700 meters above sea level.

Even if you take a break continuously, there are not many people who can make it to this point in the end.

Zhu Zhanyan is very glad that he persevered, otherwise it would have become a big regret in his life.

The soldiers set up the altar, and beside them, three flags were hunting in the wind.

On the three big flags, the three big characters of Ming, Zhu and Han show their own style with the wind.

Zhu Zhanyan beckoned, and then pulled out the saber at his waist.

Originally, he wanted to hold a festival here, but now, he had changed his mind.

Originally, Zhu Zhanyan felt that although the so-called holy mountain of the Japanese people could not be compared with Mount Tai, it was a representative existence of the Japanese country after all, just like when Huo Qu was sick and sacrificed in Wolf Juxu Mountain.

Wolf Juxu Mountain cannot be compared with Mount Tai, but it has special significance, and Zhu Zhanyan feels that this so-called holy mountain is the same.

But now, he didn't want to do any Heavenly Sealing Ceremony.

The Fengtian Festival needs to kneel down to the heavens and worship incense, if it is in Mount Tai, it is nothing, but here, he feels disgusting.

"Bring it on!"

Because of the high altitude, Zhu Zhanyan's voice was a little wrong, and he was even a little panting, but anyone could hear the hidden excitement in his words.

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Ling and Zhu Ping came to the altar one by one, escorting Ashikaga Yoshinori and Emperor Gokomatsu, who were already faintly out of breath.

Laugh at......

The crimson blood stained the snow on the top of the mountain, adding a bit of color to this pure holy mountain in the eyes of the Japanese people, and it was also a stain.

Bite~

Zhu Zhanyan fiercely plunged his saber into the dirt, opened his arms, closed his eyes, and faced the sky.

At this moment, he wanted to shout, but the lack of oxygen at high altitude prevented him from doing so.

However, his mood at the moment cannot be described in words.

(End of chapter)