I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 103 You were 89 last year, and you should be 79 this year

It is said: Poor literature and rich martial arts, cultivating Taoism and ruining the family.

There is nothing wrong with being poor in culture and rich in martial arts, but it doesn't mean that the more powerful you are, the better you can practice martial arts.

Although it is said that the more powerful the person, the more well-known martial artists they can invite, and they can get whatever they want.But if you are too rich, you are prone to a sense of coquettishness. In terms of mind and will, you lack the firmness and steadfastness of climbing up from the bottom step by step.

History has proved that disciples from wealthy and powerful families have good conditions for practicing martial arts.

The great masters who have really climbed to the top and looked at the small mountains are more born among the poor, such as Yang Luchan, Sun Lutang, Shang Yunxiang, Li Shuwen, who were either farmers or poor apprentices since childhood.

As for cultivating the Tao and breaking the family.

Let's see Mo Juren forge a flying sword, and almost bankrupt Jing Jiao.

A pure-hearted and ascetic cultivator like the orthodox Tao of Taoism in "Shushan" is literally breaking the family.

Without offspring, the family will naturally be broken.

Daming, after being transported between the two worlds in Jiajing, has stepped out of the shackles of "poor culture and rich military".National martial arts training has been popularized all over the country.

After industrialization, the high yield of food is the guarantee for practicing martial arts; the postpartum care of sows and modern scientific breeding are enough to ensure the nutritional needs of practicing martial arts, not to mention, there is still a trace of aura surging in the world.

Of course, the one who can really take the road of high martial arts is one in a million geniuses, with a firm will and sufficient material guarantees, so that he can make a difference.

Jiajing wants to follow the path of being a celestial hero, but he is not afraid of being banned by using martial arts.

Only when all the people practice martial arts can the power of the entire country and nation be enhanced, and it can be transformed into nourishment for Jiajing's cultivation of immortals in the future.

In the world of cultivating immortals alone, you are exhausted, and you can't make a flying sword.

As for the cultivation of immortals by the whole people, at this stage, it is tantamount to nonsense.

It still takes a few more years of precipitation to make the aura of the Ming Dynasty more intense and the accumulation of Jiajing more abundant.

However, there are not a few immortal cultivators in Daming.

Daming, Jiajing 48 years, the first month.

It has been eight years since I changed the world.

It was another heavy snow day, and the surge of aura made Ruixue extraordinarily crystal clear.

The Wanshou Emperor's Palace has been completed under the haste of Yan Shifan, the servant of the Ministry of Industry.

Today is the day when the emperor moves in.

People are very particular about moving, let alone emperors.

Outside the palace, it was still silent at first, then suddenly, an eunuch raised his voice, "It's snowing!"

"It's snowing!" Immediately, many people cheered.

"God has snowfall!"

"God sent us a snowfall in the Ming Dynasty!"

"God sent auspicious snow to Emperor Longevity!"

Every year on the first snowfall, the eunuchs will come to this set of rhetoric.

After all, it was from the heavy snow that year that Da Ming was truly rejuvenated, and Lord Long Live also became immortal from the heavy snow that year.

Amidst the cheers, Lu Fang had a loving smile all over her face, and the group of officials walked forward among these cheering eunuchs and court ladies, and the Palace of the Longevity Emperor was just ahead.

Suddenly, Lu Fang stopped her speech.

The group of passengers also stopped. Following Lu Fang's gaze, everyone vaguely saw a vehicle in the opposite moon gate and several figures in capes. They were also heading towards the gate of the Wanshou Emperor's Palace. coming.

"Here they are. Come and meet them."

Lu Fang got off the lift, and the other four Bingbi eunuchs also got off the lift.

Lu Fang took the lead, followed by the four eunuchs who held pens, and walked towards the oncoming passenger without a trace.

Although it was snowing heavily, the sky was still getting brighter.

The pedestrian on the opposite side could also gradually see that although the fur winter hat on his head was white, the official uniform on his body and the cloak on his shoulders were all bright red. .

The "them" that Lu Fang refers to are the current important officials of the Ming Dynasty, the first assistant Yan Song, the second assistant Xu Jie, Hu Zongxian, Yan Shifan, Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng, Qi Jiguang, Hai Rui...

The car that Yan Song was riding alone stopped, and Yan Song, who was all white and full of immortality, had already seen clearly that it was Lu Fang and others who were coming to meet him, and quickly ordered Yan Shifan, who was closely following the car, to be angry. He said, "Quick, help me down."

Yan Shifan immediately helped his father get off the elevator.

Yan's father and son were in front, Xu Jie, Hu Zongxian, Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng and others followed closely behind, and the group also greeted Lu Fang and others who were walking towards them.

"Great joy!" From afar, Lu Fang arched her hands.

"Overjoyed! Overjoyed!" Yan Song on the opposite side always smiled like a chrysanthemum when he saw Lu Fang.

"Ge Lao! Ge Lao!" Lu Fang naturally went up to Yan Song with a smile on his face and held Yan Song's other arm: "After this auspicious snowfall, you were 89 last year, and you should be 79 this year."

"Eunuch Lu thinks I'm old again!"

Yan Song kept his smile on purpose, and raised the tone of his Jiangxi dialect: "Snow is good snow, if all the snow falls are spirit stones, I won't worry about it anymore, and I can tell the emperor to return home. "

"Don't tell me." Lu Fang helped him walk up to the 99th floor of the Wanshou Emperor's Palace: "The emperor has achieved longevity, and Peng Zu, the elder of the pavilion, lived to live eight hundred years. You still have to serve the emperor for 700 years!"

"If we have to work for another 700 years, some people will hate us to death."

Yan Shifan, who was holding Yan Song's left arm, uttered these words coldly.

Although he is already in his sixtieth year, but the irritable Xiao Yan is as strong as ever.

"No way?" Lu Fang smiled and looked at the few cabinet members following Yan Song.

Those few people didn't seem to hear anything, and each looked at the ground.

In the past, Daming was troubled by money, but now Daming has a pig's brain for Lingshi.

What is Lingshi?
That is the hope of longevity!

This is more ruthless and cruel than fighting for money full of money.

"Stir! Stir! Just stir!"

It is normal for Yan Shifan to jump up and scold his mother as the burden of searching for all the spiritual stones in the world falls on Yan Song and his son.

Moreover, his father Yan Song, Zhang Juzheng, Gao Gong and others have all entered the door of cultivating immortals, but Yan Shifan is still struggling in the sea of ​​suffering.

Irritable and short-tempered, just a little bit.

Another reincarnation!

"We are in the same boat, we are in the same boat." Lu Fang still smiled.

During the conversation, a group of people climbed up the steps, and the four vigorous and round regular script characters of "Emperor Longevity" and the five respectful regular characters of "Chen Yan Song Jingshu" on the left side of the plaque could be seen clearly, and the group of people were silent. spoken.

"Today is my day of great joy, why are you arguing again?"

Jiajing's iconic magnetic voice spread in the hall.

"The emperor's immortal blessings will last forever, and his life will be as long as the heavens!"

"Get up! Don't worship me, come and worship the emperor."

Although I haven't mastered the technology of collecting incense and mind power, I can plan ahead!

(End of this chapter)