Heaven rewards those who work hard: There is no bottleneck in my martial arts

In the ice and snow, a silvery shadow jumped up from the bottom of the well.

Zhao Hongming had quick eyes and quick hands, and the Dharma Appearance appeared behind him, taking the fished silver spirit into his hand.

He looked intently and saw that the silver spirit child in his hand had shiny fish scales and smooth lines.

There are two long beards extending out from the corners of his mouth, and the corners of his head and abdomen are bulging, giving him a vague tendency to transform into a dragon.

At first glance, it looks exactly like the silver spirit fish he caught many years ago.

But if Zhao Hongming observed carefully, he found that there were some subtle differences between the two.

The fish scales on his hand are now more delicate, even shining with a faint golden light, and each one is like a carefully polished dragon scale.

More dragon-like than the previous one.

Zhao Hongming looked stern.

Gao Yanshi on the side opened his mouth slightly when he saw such a magical scene, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a while, he asked cautiously: "Your Highness, what is this?"

"A rather supernatural fish."

Zhao Hongming did not explain too much and took the fishhook out of the "Silver Spirit"'s raised mouth.

'There should be three in the well, but two have been caught now, and there is one left to try again,'

Zhao Hongming threw the 'Silver Lingzi' to Gao Yanshi and threw the fishhook into the ancient well again.

As for ordinary bait, he no longer cares much.

Judging from the current results, what can make "Silver Lingzi" take the bait should be his true meaning of immortality and immortality, not the common fish bait.

Zhao Hongming gathered his thoughts and exerted all his strength to activate the true meaning of immortality.

Ruhai's true meaning of immortality was flowing in an endless stream, and under his control, he rushed towards the bottom of the well along the fishing rod and line.

The green breath surges in the ancient well.

But to Zhao Hongming's disappointment, the third "Silver Spirit Son" did not appear again.

He waited there for a while, and even though he filled the bottom of the well with his eternal sincerity, he still gained nothing.

Zhao Hongming did not give up, and used all his soul power to drill into the ancient well.

Suddenly, waves of coldness spread along the perception of his soul, making Zhao Hongming couldn't help but shudder.

In his perception, the bottom of the ancient well was like a bottomless black hole. After exploring for a long time, he found nothing and finally had to give up.

It seems that this "Silver Spirit Son" is not so easy to obtain.

Zhao Hongming mentioned the "Silver Lingzi" he had just caught and told Gao Yanshi: "Find an imperial cook and tell him that I want to eat fish."

Gao Yanshi lowered his head and clasped his fists and said, "I obey."

After saying that, he ran out in a hurry and arranged for his servants to look for the imperial chef.

After almost a stick of incense, a palace man who looked like a chef trotted over.

Following him closely was the little eunuch holding a pot and firewood.

It was the first time that the imperial chef encountered such a thing. He was a little frightened. Before he could stand still, he fell to his knees on the ground and stammered: "Your Majesty, you villain..."

Gao Yanshi interrupted: "Hurry up and make fish soup for His Highness."

The chef who was called over looked up and saw a strange fish in front of him.

"Yes Yes Yes."

He didn't dare to waste any time. He mentioned the fish and quickly started organizing the fish with the people behind him.

Those who set up the pot set up the pot, and those who made the fire made the fire.

Soon a simple exposed kitchen was set up in the imperial garden.

"The internal organs and fish scales are both required, there is no need to remove them."

Just when the imperial chef was about to take action, Zhao Hongming's voice came from the pavilion in the imperial garden.

Hearing such an outrageous request, the chef was slightly startled. Considering the identity of the other party, he hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

After a while, the fire gradually rose up and danced under the copper cooking utensils.

The imperial chef put various seasonings into the pot and stir-fried. He skillfully put the "Silver Lingzi" into the pot. After stir-frying several times, he poured it into the pot and cooked it. The whole process was completed in one go.

When the fire was almost done, the royal chef picked up the earthen pot.

A strong fish fragrance floats in the air, which is very unique.

The imperial chef looked down and was surprised to find that there was no trace of the fish in the jar, and they had all melted into the soup.

He definitely thought that the fish was not a mortal thing.

The imperial chef did not dare to say anything, but added some fresh chopped green onions to the fish soup with ease, then carefully picked it up and poured the fish soup out of the earthen pot.

In an instant, a stronger aroma burst out from the bowl and filled the entire imperial garden.

There is an extremely strong fish aroma everywhere, intertwined with the aroma of seasonings, forming an intoxicating taste.

He swallowed, hurriedly walked up, and placed the prepared fish soup in front of Zhao Hongming.

With this first experience, Zhao Hongming picked up the fish soup and drank it in one gulp.

Not only that, but he also swallowed all the fish soup cooked by the imperial chef.

And just after he swallowed the second dragon vein of the Great Wei, he found that the national destiny that was suppressing him suddenly eased a lot. He hurriedly closed his eyes and experienced it carefully.

Gao Yanshi, who has been with Zhao Hongming all year round, immediately saw that Zhao Hongming wanted to have some insights into cultivation.

He immediately waved his hand and told all the imperial chefs in front of him to leave, while he stood next to Zhao Hongming as a protector.

Zhao Hongming closed his eyes and meditated, and his consciousness was in his own world of visualization.

He sensed that the national destiny floating in the sky above the visual world was constantly rising, and there was a faint sound of dragon roaring.

In the world of visualization, for every inch the national destiny improves, the suppression of the national destiny on him decreases by one point.

The movement of his true thoughts throughout his body becomes smoother, and the laws of heaven and earth become more stable.

In this process, Zhao Hongming's combat power also increased.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes and clenched his fists. He felt as if a layer of weight had been lifted from his whole body. His body was full of strength and his condition was better than ever.

Zhao Hongming's mind moved, and the dharma image behind him appeared almost in response to the sudden movement. Eighteen arms held lightning lights, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

With a push of his foot, he rose into the air.

Afterimages appeared in the imperial garden, which was elusive.

After a few breaths, Zhao Hongming's figure reappeared in the small pavilion, and he couldn't help laughing wildly.

After a rough test just now, after swallowing a dragon vein, his strength was almost increased by [-] to [-]%, which really made him overjoyed.

Now, even with bare hands and only relying on the strength and defense of his body, he is not afraid of a martial artist of the ninth level of courage.

If you add the silver scale gun and other means, you won't be afraid even if you take on two or three.

As for the Creation Realm martial artist, he has never fought against one before and has no clear idea of ​​the combat power of such an existence, so it is difficult to compare. However, even if he cannot be beaten, there is no problem in escaping.

Zhao Hongming stopped laughing and strode away from the imperial garden with his hands behind his back.

Gao Yanshi followed closely.

Time flies, and a month passes in the blink of an eye, and the day when Zhao Hongming officially ascends the throne is getting closer and closer.

At this time, the five countries that had learned that Wei was going to confer a new monarch had sent envoys to Wei to watch the ceremony on site to show the etiquette of the countries.

South Korea, outside Yangzhai City, drizzle is falling in the sky.

The personnel of the mission to Wei State have been counted. Lin Bo, the leader of Tianshangren, is standing in the crowd and will go to Daliang of Wei State together with the Korean envoy.

The King of Han led his ministers, and Wu Daitian and Min Zong led a group of disciples to see him off.

"Headmaster Lin, do you really want to do this and go in person?" Han Wei, Emperor Xuanhui of South Korea, asked seriously.

Tianshangren Headmaster Lin Bo stared at the road ahead, smiled slightly and said: "For the sake of the sect's foundation and for South Korea, I have to do this."

"Master Lin, be careful, be careful." Han Wei, Emperor Xuanhui of South Korea, repeatedly warned: "I and you are waiting here for the triumphant return of the master."

"Don't worry." Lin Bo, the leader of the Heavenly Man, nodded slightly, with a firm light shining in his eyes: "My cultivation is not very good, but I still have the ability to escape. Everyone, I will leave first. If I fail, everyone, we will See you all in the underworld."

After saying that, Lin Bo, the headmaster of Heavenly Man, turned around and walked into the drizzle.

Wearing black makeup, he stared ahead and walked into the mission.

His back gradually blurred in the drizzle, and disappeared into the distant sky together with the Korean delegation.

Emperor Xuanhui Han Wei murmured: "Fortunately, the other four countries are also willing to work together to help this time and have sent many elites to go with them. I hope that Master Lin's trip will go well."

After Lin Bo, the leader of Tianshangren, followed the envoy out of the capital, in a mountain forest on their way to Wei State, Zuo Jian, the owner of Zhujian Villa, and his men had been waiting for him for a long time.

When he saw Lin Bo and others, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly and walked over on his own initiative.

Seeing his arrival, the latter also left the team and went to meet him.

"Master Zuo has been waiting here for me?"

Zuo Jian, the owner of Zhujian Villa, smiled and said, "I just came."

As he spoke, he turned over the sword box he carried on his back, held it in his hand and said, "Headmaster Lin, I promise you that the magic weapon is ready."

A hint of interest appeared on Lin Bo's face. He couldn't wait to open the sword box, his eyes lit up, and he sincerely praised: "What a sword!"

The magic weapon Zuo Jian mentioned was a sword.

Lin Bo took it out of the sword case and looked at it carefully.

The blade of the sword is as straight as a string, and the cold light flashes like autumn water sweeping across it.

The hilt of the sword is inlaid with exquisite dragon and phoenix patterns, which further highlights its simplicity.

Upon closer inspection, Lin Bo discovered that this sword was different from ordinary swords.

This magical sword has gold and silver threads intertwined on its body and is engraved with complex cloud patterns, which is extremely mysterious.

He used a little bit of the power of his soul to channel his true meaning.

The sword suddenly felt as if it had just been unsheathed, and a chilling aura rushed towards his face.

Zuo Jian said: "This sword is not only an extremely sharp sword, but also a magical flying sword that can kill enemies invisible. It is extremely mysterious. And this sword also contains violent power. Importantly It can self-destruct at a critical moment, which is comparable to a full-strength strike from the ninth level of martial arts. Headmaster Lin, you must seize the opportunity."

After hearing Zuo Jian's explanation, Lin Bo couldn't help but feel happy. It was really a weapon suitable for assassination.

With the help of this object, he has a lot more room for maneuver, and the probability of a successful assassination this time is also much higher.

He nodded immediately and said, "I understand."

"If that's the case, then I won't disturb Master Lin's schedule." Seeing that the magic weapon had been delivered, the owner of Zhujian Villa stopped saying more and made his remarks.

Lin Bo didn't delve too much into it, put the magic sword back into the sword case, took the sword case and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zuo, please."

After saying that, the two parted ways and stopped communicating too much.

After walking for a while, Zuo Jian, the owner of Zhujian Villa, stopped and turned around to look at the departing Korean delegation, with an unknown smile flashing across his face.

Lin Bo didn't know that he had added a restriction to that magic weapon.

After a certain amount of time, regardless of whether Lin Bo takes action or not, the magic weapon will self-destruct and explode as he planned.

Not to mention killing Zhao Hongming by then, most of the missions from the five countries will be damaged.

If Zhao Hongming dies, the vitality of Wei will be greatly damaged.

If Zhao Hongming does not die and the envoys of the five countries are killed or injured, they will become enemies with the five countries, and Wei will also be seriously injured.

No matter what, he can make the waters of Wei become muddy.

It will also be easier for him to profit from it later.

It's a pity that he can only keep this kind of thing in his heart and cannot tell others. No one can share it.

Thinking of this, Zuo Jian couldn't help but sigh before turning and leaving.

Outside Daliang City, Wu Hanwen, the Minister of Rites, was there to receive envoys from various countries.

Seeing that the time for Zhao Hongming's ascension to the throne was getting closer, missions from the five countries had arrived one after another.

I don’t know if it’s because Zhao Hongming is “out there”, but the number of envoys sent by the five countries this time is much larger than before.

It can be said that this is the most successful Wei king in history.

Among them were many unfamiliar faces that even Wu Hanwen couldn't name.

Lin Bo, the headmaster of Heavenly Man who had already disguised himself, hid in an inconspicuous position in the Korean mission. After verifying his identity, he followed the others into Daliang City with a calm expression.

Daliang in Wei was much more prosperous than Yangzhai, the capital of South Korea.

Among the capitals of the Six Kingdoms, there are few cities that can compare with Daliang.

At this time, because the Wei Kingdom was about to proclaim a new king, the guards on the streets were obviously much tighter than before. Basically, you would see soldiers wearing armor every time you walked.

These soldiers are full of energy and blood. They are obviously warriors and have high levels of cultivation.

They were all secretly frightened, feeling that Wei's national power seemed to be much stronger than before, and their will to assassinate Zhao Hongming became even more determined.

Envoys from various countries followed the south gate of Daliang City and entered the post house or hotel in the city under the arrangement of the Minister of Rites.

These places have special facilities to receive envoys and servants from various countries and provide them with accommodation, meals and other necessary things.

They can also communicate, negotiate or understand each other with envoys from other countries here.

Next, they will wait here until the enthronement hall begins.

Just as envoys from the five countries entered Daliang one after another, a letter sent from Zhao was also placed in front of Zhao Hongming's case.

This letter does not have any signature, but some clever tricks are designed to avoid being tampered with in the middle. It is not an ordinary letter.

Zhao Hongming picked up the letter and touched it lightly as a habit, revealing a small word "武".

He knew that this was the information sent by Zhao Guofu Ji Guofu. (End of chapter)