In the fourth year of Yongkang, until the end of the year, the emperor said that he would go to Wudang Mountain to worship the true martial god, but he didn't succeed.

The state affairs are busy, and the emperor wants to spread the foundation of all the people throughout the country, so there are many things to do.

In the temple of the martial palace, the emperor wants to study the mental method, this mental method is simple and easy to understand, aside from the traditional martial arts, call multiple meridians, only practice one meridian, easy to practice internal breath, with the unique secondary simplified version of the infinite pile, can play a role in increasing strength, improve the effect of combat power, suitable for the army and the whole people to promote, but the shortcomings are also obvious, too rough.

The emperor was very satisfied, and gave this article a name, "The Foundation of the Ming Official Mental Law".

Before the end of the year, the emperor had already ordered to ensure that the martial arts halls in various places began to teach the "Ming Official Mental Law Basics", and it had been promoted in the army.

In addition, the Di newspaper was also revised, setting aside half of the space to print some martial arts concepts, and the benefits of learning martial arts, and even martial arts chores.

The emperor planned to brainwash the common people of the daimyo and imperceptibly influence them.

Just because Zhang Sanfeng practiced martial arts and was still alive, he was published in the Di newspaper every once in a while, using the celebrity effect to publicize it.

What the emperor is doing one after another, the reaction of the people may be slow, but the wealthy squires and nobles are often the most sensitive to policy changes, and they all know that His Majesty, the emperor who is dead on military power, has begun to attach importance to force.

These people, who have no shortage of resources and channels, naturally began to act, and began to tilt resources to train future generations to practice martial arts.

The class barrier is there, no matter what they do, these people are usually one step ahead, it can be estimated that twenty years later, thirty years later, there will still not be many martial arts masters who are based in the world, and they will still not be from poor families, just like reading.

The emperor naturally expected such a situation, but he didn't plan to change anything, and he couldn't change it, it will be the same for hundreds of years, but it's not so serious, and the limited number of people who can overtake in corners is just the result of the times, and even if you overtake in corners, if you don't obey obediently, just like a certain Liu in later generations, no matter where you are, still clean you up and play.

All the emperor wants is the development of martial arts, and as for other details, they are not important.

......

Time flies, and it's been another three years.

Forbidden City, inside the Fengtian Temple.

The emperor sat north and faced south, sitting high on the dragon chair, looking at the people below with a boundless expression.

I saw below, a minister dressed in vermilion was there, and said impassionedly, "Your Majesty, over the years, although the national strength of the Ming Dynasty has become stronger and stronger, there are still snowstorms, floods and other disasters in various places from time to time, and the people are miserable. Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and the people of the world are your people. ”

Next to him, Yin Ge Lao cautiously turned his head to look at the minister, and couldn't help but sweat for him.

The emperor said faintly: "In this way, if I make an edict against myself, I am a holy monarch, and if not, I am a faint monarch?"

The minister was not afraid, and said: "Your Majesty, this is not the reason, what Weichen said is that he thinks ......."

Seeing that the emperor's face was getting more and more ugly, Yin Ge was afraid that the emperor would be angry, so he looked at this person's head, so he interrupted: "Lord He, it's serious, there are many disasters and difficulties in the world, but it has nothing to do with Your Majesty. ”

That Lord He heard this, and was about to speak.

The emperor was too lazy to explain to them what Xiaoice River was, and he didn't want to listen to them arguing here, so he drank: "Okay, don't quarrel, prepare Wudang Mountain to sacrifice to the true martial god, and Shu will read the edict of sin." ”

With that, he stood up and shook his hands away.

When Wei Huai saw it, he hurriedly shouted: "Retreat." ”

......

In the imperial study, the emperor sat behind his desk, a little distracted, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wei Huai looked at it and said carefully: "Your Majesty, please take care of the dragon body, don't be angry." ”

The emperor listened, came to his senses, shook his head, didn't say anything, and said secretly: The edict of sin is nothing, in recent years, what happened in the Ming Dynasty, it is really related to himself, because he found that if he is honest, it is okay, once there is any big action, either there is an accident here, or there is a disaster there, which is beyond what he knew in his previous life about the Xiaoice River period in the late Ming Dynasty, and the content recorded in the history of the Ming Dynasty. And as soon as you stop it, the situation is much better.

stood up, walked to the window, sighed, and muttered: "Everything in the world is a fixed number, everything remains the same, the general trend cannot be changed, and the small trend can be changed." ”

After finishing speaking, he looked up into the distance, looked at the sky, sneered, and muttered: The small trend can be changed, then take your time, these years, the martial arts halls in various places have been on the right track, and the signs of martial arts development are emerging, sooner or later, you have to draw this world into what you want.

......

Yongkang eight years, spring.

On Wudang Mountain.

At this time, the Wudang faction no longer had martial arts masters, and it became a place of preaching.

Under the gaze of everyone, the emperor looked at the statue of the true martial god in front of him.

"I am not virtuous, and the rest of us are guilty......"

After reciting the edict of sin, the emperor completed the sacrifice according to the process.

According to the schedule, the emperor will stay in Wudang Mountain for a few days.

The next day, early in the morning.

The emperor sent Renhuai away, climbed to the top of Wudang Mountain, looked at the fast boulder, and sighed with some emotion.

With a light footstep, climb the boulder, and sit cross-legged on it, as it was many years ago, looking at the sea of clouds below, and meditate silently.

Not long after, a figure in a big red robe appeared on the top of the mountain.

The emperor did not look back, nor did he speak, nor did the red figure speak, but walked to another high place by the side of the boulder, and stood there, facing the wind.

Long.

Dai Daojin opened his mouth and said: "You passed on the book to the poor road, and you know that the poor road came to Wudang Mountain, and you want to try it with the poor road." ”

Dongfang Undefeated glanced at Dai Daojin, and said inexplicably: "Chong Xu, this seat is not as good as you." ”

Dai Daojin chuckled, understood what he meant, and didn't say anything.

Dongfang Undefeated also smiled, "You are so bold, even the emperor dares to pretend, Wudang sent a Zhang Sanfeng, and there was a bold rush, haha, Wudang Mountain is really a blessed land." ”

Dai Daojin just wanted to say something.

An old voice came, "It's bold enough, but I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse for Wudang." ”

Dai Daojin and Dongfang Undefeated were shocked, and hurriedly turned around to look, only to see a sloppy old man standing there.

Dai Daojin and Dongfang were undefeated, glanced at each other, and their thoughts turned sharply, and they understood the identity of the person in front of them.

Except for that person, I am afraid that there is no second person in the world who can quietly touch the two of them without being noticed by them.

Dai Daojin chuckled, stood up, jumped off the boulder, and bowed down: "Disciple Chongxu, meet the ancestor." ”

The old man looked at this Wudang man with interest, and finally understood why he had that feeling that day, and thought that the world had changed color, but he didn't think that he was given the bag by the disciples of Wudang and sat in the world.

The old man waved his hand, "The old way doesn't care about these things, but the operation of the heavenly way has its own reason, you don't have to go against the sky." There was a deep meaning in the words.

Dai Daojin was slightly silent and arched his hand: "The disciple is measured." ”

The undefeated Dongfang next to him was eager to try, with a hint of excitement in his eyes, and he still respected the person in front of him, "Seniors, juniors, in this life, in the first half of my life, I was blinded by mundane things, and in the second half of my life, I found my own way, but there is no way forward, and I ask my seniors to guide me." ”

The old man has lived for so long, and he is naturally no stranger to such eyes, and waved his hand, "Lao Dao has not done anything with anyone in the past hundred years, and today is no exception." ”

Dongfang was undefeated and smiled, in the end, he was a man in the Demon Dao, he was obsessed with martial arts, and he didn't speak, his wrist was flipped, an embroidery needle appeared in his hand, and the red shadow flashed, and he went to the old man's side and attacked the old man.

The old man was helpless, his right hand waved, and his wide sleeves were like being filled with the wind, drawing a circle counterclockwise, defusing the attacks of future people, and there was a far-reaching artistic conception between his hands, obviously martial arts cultivation had reached a very high level.

Dongfang was undefeated, he couldn't strike a blow, his figure flashed, his speed was extremely fast, and he attacked around the old man's body.

After a while, Dai Daojin's eyes were hot, his mind was running, the nebula in the depths of his mind rotated rapidly, his right hand was straightened, and he pointed with two fingers and made a sword finger, "I'll come too, pick me up with a move, sword five." "Attack the two.

So far, Dai Daojin has only deduced the Wuji Twelve Styles to the fifth sword, especially the fifth style, which is to borrow the emperor's momentum, such as the sword of the Son of Heaven, the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die, the vast and grandiose, and it is also Dai Daojin's strongest sword move.

Dongfang Undefeated was a hairy in his heart, his heart was warned, and the old man also looked solemn, this sword is a combination of tricks and gods, containing the majestic and powerful intentions and potential.

This move enveloped the two of them at the same time, naturally causing the two to counterattack at the same time.

The three of them fought as a group, and fought in pairs.

Among the three, Dai Daojin and Dongfang Undefeated are people who have been in the innate for a long time, and the old man is a monster who has lived for an unknown amount of time, all of them have touched the level of God, waving their hands and making moves, all of which are combined with their hearts.

The battle between the three of them became more and more intense, and the power of the mind collided, involving the spiritual level, and it seemed that there was some kind of wonderful change.

Dai Daojin didn't notice that the nebula in the depths of his mind was spinning faster and faster, and the cold and dead nebula was flashing in the depths, as if something had been touched and began to react.

The battle between the three continued, and at this moment, the three people's spiritual powers collided again, and a certain point of light in the depths of the nebula suddenly lit up, and then suddenly dimmed.

The three people in the outside world suddenly stopped moving, stood still, and the sparkle in their eyes disappeared.

At this time, the three of them only felt that the consciousness of the whole person seemed to be swallowed by a force, and the three of them struggled hard, but in the face of this force, they had no power to resist, and then lost consciousness.

......

Wang Wuming, who was far away in Luoyang, suddenly had a pain in his head, shook his head, and frowned and looked in the direction of Wudang Mountain.

Yongkang eight years, March.

Emperor Zhu Yijun of the Ming Dynasty died, the temple was called Shenzong, and Zhu Changluo, the eldest son of Zhu Yijun, succeeded to the throne and changed the name to Taichang.