In 1620 AD, the Wanli Emperor died, the whole country mourned, and the crown prince Zhu Changluo ascended the throne of God, called Guangzong.

Zhu Changluo, the eldest son of Mingshenzong Zhu Yijun, and his mother was Queen Xiaojing. Zhu Changluo's life experience is the same as that of Mingshenzong, he was born to his father's fortunate palace maid by chance. Therefore, Zhu Changluo has not been able to get his father's love since he was a child. During his reign, he carried out a series of reform measures to eliminate maladministration, abolished the mining tax of the Wanli Dynasty, put things in order, and revitalized discipline. But after returning to the palace every day, he indulged in wine, indulged in lustful pleasures, and was weak.

The ministers of the DPRK and China repeatedly admonished him, but to no avail.

"A few days ago, Wei Zhongxian asked Zheng Qi, the head of the East Factory, to select seven beautiful women from the people to send them to the palace. ”

Zhang was leaning back in his chair, listening to the news from his spies, his fingers tapping and making a crisp sound. The figure below didn't even dare to breathe.

"Go down, report any action in the palace immediately. Repulsing the spies, he began to think about how he could reap the benefits in just one month.

According to historical records, Zhu Changluo reigned for only one month, and then the Red Pill case would occur, followed by the ascension of the Emperor of the Apocalypse.

Wei Zhongxian just asked him to supervise the people in the martial arts, and recently the Donglin Party seems to have colluded with a large number of martial arts forces, and the spies of Dongchang and Jinyiwei were all released, guarding every grass and tree in the capital, as long as there is any wind and grass, he can know immediately.

But Zhang Zheng is not satisfied with this, he wants more, at least take this opportunity to take another step.

Just as he was thinking, Shen Lian suddenly came in through the door.

"What's the matter, what bold ideas do people in the martial arts have?" Zhang Zheng asked lightly.

Shen Lian nodded, and then spoke: "Yesterday, Yang Lian sent his subordinates to Wudang secretly. ”

"Wudang?" he was surprised, the group of old Taoist priests in Wudang had never quarreled with the world, how could they suddenly have a relationship with the Donglin Party.

"Have you found out what the cause is?"

"It seems to have something to do with the pill. ”

"Pill" Zhang Zheng muttered to himself, and then a flash of spiritual light flashed in his mind, Wudang Mountain is full of alchemy, and the Taoist priests there have been studying the art of Wai Dan for hundreds of years, and less than a month later, it was the time of the Red Pill case.

"Could it be that the Red Pill case has something to do with the Donglin Party?" he thought about it and felt unlikely.

Zhu Changluo's reign was beneficial to the Donglin Party, but Wei Zhongxian's strength was suppressed, and it stands to reason that the Donglin Party members could not do this kind of murder of the emperor.

"You send people to closely monitor, I want to know what they are doing in Wudang Mountain. ”

Shen Lian led the order to go down, and he was the only one in the huge hall, and the silence was terrifying.

Since the accident in the palace, he has never returned home, and he stays in the Jinyiwei camp every day.

The biggest problem at the moment still comes from the counterattack of the Donglin Party, as for those martial arts forces, it is best to be obedient, otherwise don't blame him for being ruthless.

The next day, Wei Zhongxian ordered him to leave for Wudang Mountain, and he must bring back his secret immortal pill.

"Immortal Pill?" Zhang Zheng immediately ordered the people, set off in the starry night, and rushed towards Wudang Mountain.

At present, there is a muddy water in the capital, and it is difficult to fish in the muddy waters, so it is better to stay out of the matter and respond to all changes without change.

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Wudang Mountain, there is a faction, called Wudang faction, in the rivers and lakes of the prestige, the establishment of hundreds of years, proficient in internal and external Danshu, martial arts also have a reputation, each generation of the head is a martial arts master.

The head of this generation is Qingquan Dao, with strong martial arts, and Wudang Sword Immortal is powerful in the rivers and lakes.

Pingsuri Wudang faction and Jinyi Weijing water do not violate the river water, Zhang Zheng is not afraid that the Wudang faction will not give, he has more than 100 elite riding masters, if Qingquan does not know what to do, he does not mind erasing Wudang.

The war horses are roaring, and the earth-shattering roar echoes on the mountain road, and there are Jinyi guard tokens, all the way unimpeded.

Seven days later, when they arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain, two spies greeted them, and it turned out that Yang Lian's people had only left a day earlier.

"My lord, should we send someone to chase after you?" asked one of his subordinates.

"No, I don't. Zhang Zheng shook his head, the red pill is a hot potato, it's okay now, but Zhu Changluo is dead, whoever takes the red pill will be unlucky.

He only planned to perfunctory Wei Zhongxian this time, and find an excuse to leave the capital by the way.

It doesn't matter if you can get the pill or not.

"You camp at the foot of the mountain, and I go up alone. ”

"My lord, if those people want to do you badly, you might as well bring a few more brothers with you. ”

The hundred households behind him persuaded.

These people are Zhang Zheng's henchmen, one is prosperous, and the other is lost, if something happens to him, the glory and wealth of these people will also become a cloud of smoke.

Zhang Zheng disagreed, unless the Wudang faction wanted to rebel, he would never be able to bear the death of the Beizhen Fu envoy on the mountain, so that the Wudang faction would be bulldozed by Jinyiwei.

Instead of touching him, they wanted to keep him safe.

"So it is decided, you stay at the foot of the mountain, and you are not allowed to act rashly without my orders. ”

"Violators of the Order Beheaded"

"The Mover Slashes"

The two slashes shocked the people under them, and they would not doubt whether Zhang Zheng could do it, because the one who dared to do so was already dead.

After arranging his subordinates, he carried his saber and walked along the mountain road towards the top of Wudang Mountain on foot.

The scenery on both sides of the mountain road is beautiful, the willow branches are swaying, different from the spring cold of Beijing, Wudang Mountain is warm and suitable, and it is full of this fragrant breath everywhere.

After walking for about half an hour, a mountain gate came into view, and the huge palace behind it could be faintly seen.

The two Taoist boys were carrying long swords and guarding outside the mountain gate, and when they saw Zhang Zheng's dress, their faces immediately changed greatly.

Jinyiwei's murderous name is known to everyone, and everyone knows it.

"When I went to report, I said that Zhang Zheng, the envoy of Jinyi Weibei Town, came to visit the head of Qingquan. ”

"Jinyi Weibei Town Fu Envoy?" the two Dao Tong glanced at each other, their horror could not be hidden, one of them turned around and ran towards the main hall behind, and the other Dao Tong looked at him with a wary face.

Zhang was expressionless with his saber, facing the long sea of clouds on the other side, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate.

After a while, the sound of brisk footsteps sounded behind him, and the head of Wudang, Qingquan Daoren, took his disciples to the mountain gate.

"Poor Dao has seen the soothing envoy. ”

Qingquan is nearly fifty years old, but his body is still healthy, wearing a gray robe, walking around, the dragon walks and the tiger walks, and there is a faint heavy momentum around his body.

Zhang Zheng turned around, facing Qingquan, and looked at one or so Wudang disciples, all of them were not bad, not much worse than the masters in the Jinyi Guard.

"I took the liberty to visit, and I hope that the Qingquan Daoist will not be blamed. He spoke.

Qingquan is also a human spirit, knowing that Zhang Zheng is not an easy person, he made a little panicked on his face: "Where is the Lord of the Suppression Envoy, the Wudang faction welcomes the Lord at any time." ”

The two complimented each other a few words, and Qingquan led him through the mountain gate to the main hall behind.

His eyes swept over, seventy or eighty Wudang disciples were practicing swordsmanship in the square outside the main hall, and there were many curious people among them, but they didn't dare to step forward because of his fierce reputation as a brocade guard.

"The Wudang faction is famous in the rivers and lakes, it is really not a waste of fame, it seems that the Taoist chief is indeed a famous teacher. He sighed, these words fell into Qingquan's ears, and he couldn't help but feel a little more good for Zhang Zheng.

There is no one who doesn't like to listen to good words, even if they are monks.

"Your Excellency, please. ”

Qingquan took him to the main hall dedicated to the Emperor Zhenwu, and ordered the first son of the door to take some tea, the two of them made opposite each other, the rich fragrance of tea was permeated, refreshing people's hearts.