Daming: Lend the system to Emperor Hongwu at the beginning

Chapter 15 Martial Arts Conference
As the saying goes, new officials take office three fires.

The birth of a new institution also needs to burn three fires.

It is not only a prestige, but also a publicity to the world, showing its own existence.

After the establishment of Jinyiwei, the first fire that burned on the rivers and lakes.

Beginning in May of the second year of Hongwu, a piece of news began to spread wildly throughout the rivers and lakes.

The court will hold a martial arts conference.

Invite heroes from all walks of life to Nanjing to participate in the event.

From June onwards, Wudang, Shaolin, Sun and Moon Sect, Phijiamen, Qingteng Villa, Longmen Escort..., all the big forces that can be counted on the rivers and lakes have begun to receive messages from Jinyiwei one after another.

The driving post is brightly golden, but the handwriting during the period is written in blood mixed with cinnabar, which is extremely dazzling and flashing against the golden light.

Duan Yong, the master of the armored gate, looked at this driving post, and only felt a lingering killing intent coming towards his face, which made him, the great master Hua Jin, who had been in the rivers and lakes for decades, couldn't help but feel a little bit on his back. Chills.

"Humph!"

"Dad, what does the imperial court mean? You and your mother have to participate by naming your name, and writing in human blood. This is an invitation, this is clearly a threat!" A seventeen- or eight-year-old girl next to Duan Yong stood upright. , a slap smashed the stone table in the hall.

Duan Yong glanced at the stone table with a heartache. He just bought it for eight taels of silver, and it was smashed by this girl in a few days.

"It's really a bit deceiving!"

Duan Yong had a gloomy face, stood up and said, "Go and call your senior brother and the others."

"Dad, are you going to kill the official and rebel?" Duan Zhenzhen asked excitedly.

"What a rebellion!"

"You girl has enough to live, and I want to live two more years for your father!"

Duan Yong looked at his girl with a speechless expression: "I'm going to explain the mess of Phijiamen, and I'll take your mother and go south with you tomorrow."

"I have a hunch that this time our Emperor Zhu is genuine, and the armored door can't be a standout. He can do whatever he wants. Be honest, or you will definitely suffer."

Duan Zhenzhen: "...!"

Like Phijiamen, Shaolin Zen Master Kongzhi, the leader of Sun Moon God Sect, Yang Wudi, said that he would definitely go when he received the driving sticker.

On the same day, I was ready to pack and set off for Nanjing.

As the martial arts Taishan Beidou, Zhang Sanfeng, who is now 120 years old, Zhang Zhenren, the commander of Jinyiwei, Mao Xiang, personally climbed Wudang Mountain, talked for two hours, and finally invited him down the mountain.

This made the heroes from all walks of life who were already gearing up to watch the drama of the imperial court battle the major sects stunned, ridiculed, scolded, and disdainful for a while.

Twenty miles outside Nanjing, there is an inn next to the official road.

This is a stronghold of Jinyiwei.

In the lobby of the inn, there was a whole house of heroes who came from all directions to join in the fun.

"If you want me to say that Yang Wudi from the Sun Moon Divine Sect is also a bully and afraid of hardship. A few years ago, the Sun Moon Divine Sect attacked the Kongtong Sect, killing people and slaughtering gangs. Now, when he encounters Zhu Chongba, he wilts in an instant. , when someone posted a driving stick, he ran over from the Kunlun Mountains."

"Don't call Emperor Zhu's name indiscriminately. It's only twenty miles away from Nanjing City, so be careful!" A seasoned and prudent companion next to him reminded him.

"What are you afraid of!"

"I think when Zhu Yuanzhang was a monk and begged for food, I even gave him food. Now that he is an emperor, calling him Zhu Chongba will not work?"

The man had a proud face, his feet on the bench, his face flushed, and he was talking nonsense. Obviously, he was drunk.

"Hey!" A mocking voice came from the side.

"According to what you said, when Zhu Chongba first joined the rebel army, he almost worshipped Lao Tzu as his eldest brother. If my mother hadn't been seriously ill, Lao Tzu would have been eager to go home to do filial piety, and now the emperor might be Lao Tzu... ."

In the private room on the second floor of the lobby, Zhu Biao held his chin and listened with interest to the following group of people bragging here, even teasing his father, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"His Royal Highness...!" The two Jin Yiwei disguised as shop assistants behind Zhu Biao stared at the noisy group of people in the hall, and a cold light flashed in their eyes.

These people are also tired and crooked. They dare to ridicule the current saint in front of the prince. They really don't know how to write dead words.

"Teach these two a profound lesson, don't kill anyone!" Zhu Biao ordered casually.

These two are like flies, bragging about things that don't look at the place.

If he didn't hear this kind of folk ridicule, it would be fine. Since he heard it, as a son of man, he still has to express something.

Of course, Zhu Biao couldn't commit murder just because of this trivial matter, just a little proper lesson.

Jin Yiwei's action ability is very strong, and it is simple and rude.

Soon, the two guys who were talking more and more outrageous were suddenly slapped on the ground, dragged out of the inn without any reason, and beaten them violently in front of everyone's eyes.

There is a young and vigorous person who wants to help Lu Jian Wuping with a knife, but he is quickly pulled by his companions.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the identity of the beater is not simple, and these two have such big mouths, it is normal for them to be beaten. At this time, it is completely disgusting that they have a long life.

The so-called injustice on the rivers and lakes, and the help of the sword, also depends on the person who cooks. The veterans of the rivers and lakes naturally understand this truth.

The two were beaten and limped away.

The inn was quiet for only a while, and soon became noisy again, as if nothing happened just now.

This is the rivers and lakes, very forgetful.

Zhu Biao felt that he had summed up another rule of the rivers and lakes, and couldn't help but feel a little happy.

"His Royal Highness, people are coming soon." You Jin Yiwei hurried over and whispered in Zhu Biao's ear.

"Let's go!" Zhu Biao's eyes lit up, and he got up and walked away with the brigade.

He didn't come here for free. According to Jin Yiwei's information, the legendary Wudang Zhang Sanfeng Zhang Zhenzhen was coming today, and he came to greet him.

It can be said that Zhu Yuanzhang attached great importance to this man. In order to invite him down from Wudang Mountain, besides Mao Xiang, Jin Yiwei went to 800 people, and there were also a full [-] troops to "escort" him throughout the journey.

Specifications can be said to be unique and unprecedented.

It is true that this person is too famous in the arena.

In Zhu Yuanzhang's view, if Zhang Sanfeng couldn't be invited over, the martial arts conference would not be held.

Zhu Yuanzhang attached great importance to Zhang Sanfeng, but Zhu Biao felt that it was nothing at all.

Zhang Sanfeng is a legendary figure in both his past and present life.

It was rumored in his previous life that he lived to be more than 200 years old, and some even said that he lived until the Qing Dynasty.

Zhu Biao did not believe these rumors in his previous life, but in this life Zhang Sanfeng actually just passed his 120th birthday.

And now that the spiritual energy is recovering, maybe this person may really live to be two hundred years old, and maybe even truly ascend.

(End of this chapter)