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

Zhao Hongming has been promoted to martial arts, and with the blessing of the Eight Desolations Eternal Age Skill on his physical body, his physical fitness is far different from ordinary people, so he is very capable of tossing.

At first, Chen Xuerong was relatively reserved, but she couldn't stand up to Zhao Hongming's fierceness.

After midnight, he screamed very loudly.

Finally, I staggered until dawn.

The two of them just gave up.

……

As the most powerful emperor in the history of the Wei Kingdom, many rules in the palace were in vain for Zhao Hongming.

This day is a big day in his life, and no one dares to make him unhappy at this time.

Even when it came to Rigao Sanpole, Gao Yanshi patiently guarded it, did not follow the pedantic rules in the palace, and urged Zhao Hongming to handle government affairs.

As the eunuch closest to His Majesty today, even if this is the case, the others are naturally discerning, watch patiently, and even handle all the unnecessary trivial matters for Zhao Hongming.

It was rare for Zhao Hongming to have half a day free.

Over the years, I have either devoted myself to cultivation or dealt with government affairs.

Although it is said that after practicing the Eight Desolations Eternal Age Skill, his physical fitness is extremely strong, even if he stays up day and night, it will not have any impact.

But at the end of the day, he is still a human being, and it is not easy to feel mentally stressed for a long time, and his heart will be tired.

In the palace, the red candle made of spiritual resin was still burning slowly, and the magnificent palace was filled with a festive atmosphere.

Zhao Hongming sat on the dragon bed, the eternal true meaning surging in his body dispelling all the fatigue of the night, revealing an unfathomable aura.

Beside him, the beautiful Chen Xuerong had also sat up, and sat behind Zhao Hongming a little unfamiliarly, rubbing his back gently.

"Your Majesty, we have a long way to go, but the dragon body is what matters most."

Zhao Hongming grabbed Chen Xuerong's crotch and said, "There is nothing important today. You should also adjust your breathing for a while. You worked hard last night."

Only then did he understand why the Zhao family of Wei State liked to find female warriors.

Her physical quality is not comparable to that of ordinary women.

With such intensity, other ordinary people would have been lying on the bed unable to get up.

But Chen Xuerong recovered very quickly and could completely catch his rhythm.

"Ah."

Chen Xuerong nodded slightly and also crossed his legs and entered meditation.

She closed her eyes and sat quietly, the true energy in her body surged like a stream, and her weak body gradually revived.

Her whole body exuded a faint light, and her skin was like jade.

As her practice deepened, her breath became longer and longer, and her whole body was shrouded in white energy, even with the slightest hint of awe-inspiring sword intent.

At this time, Zhao Hongming suddenly noticed something strange.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Chen Xuerong noticed Zhao Hongming's change.

"Did you feel that cultivation was a little different from before?" Zhao Hongming asked with a serious expression.

Chen Xuerong smiled bitterly and said: "Isn't this inevitable? I have His Majesty's dragon luck in my body, so I will naturally bear the fate of the royal family. However, it is not obvious yet. When I give birth to a royal heir in the future, will I be able to maintain my current cultivation? I told you both."

As the daughter of a Shang Shu family, Chen Xuerong knew the oppression she would face after marrying into the royal family.

For practitioners, once they are suppressed by this national destiny, it means that most of their past efforts will be in vain, and the decline of their cultivation is almost inevitable.

She has already been mentally prepared for this.

However, when Chen Xuerong was about to accept this fate, Zhao Hongming gently patted the back of her hand and said, "Xue Rong, you may not need to worry about this problem."

Zhao Hongming's voice revealed an unquestionable majesty: "I once obtained an ancient martial arts that can control the destiny of the country. I may be able to relieve the suppression of the destiny of the country by you."

Just now when Chen Xuerong was practicing meditation, Zhao Hongming was keenly aware of the strange flow of national destiny in him.

Part of the national destiny split and converged towards Chen Xuerong's belly.

He had seen this situation before when he was worshiping the first king of Wei.

For this kind of anomaly, Zhao Hongming can use Wu Shijing to intervene.

Chen Xuerong looked at him in surprise, his eyes full of doubts and expectations: "Is what your Majesty said true?"

Zhao Hongming smiled slightly and began to mobilize the true meaning in his body to activate Wu Shijing.

The air around him seemed to freeze, and an invisible aura surged around him.

Bursts of bright light appeared on his chest, and there was a power connected with heaven and earth, as if he could control everything.

Zhao Hongming concentrated his mind, and with five fingers and claws, he grabbed Chen Xuerong's body and took back all the national destiny that had been separated from him.

Chen Xuerong felt a warm current slowly pouring into her body, and some mysterious power came to bless her body.

As time passed, her originally suppressed cultivation began to gradually recover, as smoothly as the ice and snow melted.

After a while, her cultivation was completely restored without any impact, as if she had been reborn.

Chen Xuerong looked at Zhao Hongming in surprise, his round eyes full of disbelief.

For hundreds of years, the curse-like suppression of the national destiny was solved by Zhao Hongming effortlessly.

Unexpectedly, Concubine De really hit the mark.

Chen Xuerong looked at Zhao Hongming again, and there was a slight change in his eyes.

There couldn't help but be a bit more admiration in it.

Zhao Hongming took a breath, looked at the sky outside the window and said, "It's getting late, we should go to Shouning Palace to pay your respects."

"I obey my orders." Chen Xuerong was in a good mood and couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao Hongming lowered his eyes and saw that his chest was trembling, and he couldn't help but smile.

Suddenly, for some reason, a trace of embarrassment appeared on Chen Xuerong's face.

Zhao Hongming understood in his heart and said with relief: "I have set up an isolation formation last night, so it can't be heard from outside."

After saying that, he made a move with his bare hands, and four small formation flags flew out from the four corners and fell into his hands.

Seeing this, Chen Xuerong's face turned red with embarrassment.

I didn’t expect Zhao Hongming to think so carefully.

But seeing how many tricks he had last night, everything seemed very reasonable.

Zhao Hongming stood up and called Gao Yanshi.

The palace maids and servants who had been waiting outside filed in and began to serve the two of them.

After everything was settled, Zhao Hongming and Chen Xuerong were newly married. They went to Shouning Palace hand in hand to pay their respects to the Supreme Emperor Zhao Mixu.

Under the guidance of the etiquette officer, they walked calmly and gracefully, their yellow robes and Xiapei shining in the morning light.

In the Shouning Palace, the Supreme Emperor Zhao Meixu was sitting on the dragon chair. Although he had abdicated, his majesty still remained.

Zhao Hongming and Chen Xuerong knelt down on the ground, kowtowed three times respectfully, and then said in unison: "My sons (concubines) send greetings to my father. I wish my father a long life and good health." The Supreme Emperor Zhao Meixu nodded slightly, with a look on his face. Show a satisfied smile.

He looked at the two of them, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Hongming was very heroic. After he succeeded to the throne, Wei's status soared, which made him happy.

Chen Xuerong, on the other hand, is beautiful and charming. Coupled with her own martial arts training, she has a first-rate figure and an elegant temperament.

The two stood together like a golden boy and a beautiful girl, perfectly matched.

"Okay, okay, let's all get up." The Supreme Emperor said kindly: "Hongming, you are now the king of a country, and you must always put the country first. Xuerong, you are my daughter-in-law, and you must also share the worries of the royal family."

The two stood up and responded respectfully: "My son, my concubine, will only obey my father's teachings."

Later, Zhao Meixu gave some precious gifts as blessings.

The Supreme Emperor Zhao Meixu was in a particularly good mood after settling a matter on his mind.

He gently called Feng Dabao and said, "Concubine De has done a great job this time. Please pick a beauty pill and send it to Deze Palace."

The beauty elixir contains the essence of heaven and earth. After taking it, it can fade the traces of time and restore youthful radiance, which is not corroded by time.

To a certain extent, this type of elixir is actually a secret treasure for women to maintain their beautiful appearance.

It is a precious medicine that many princes and nobles find difficult to obtain.

Even Zhao Meixu didn't have much on hand, but he was willing to take it out this time, which showed how happy he was.

After returning from Shouning Palace to pay their respects, Zhao Hongming and Chen Xuerong walked side by side in the long corridor of the palace.

The sunlight filtered through the delicate eaves and shone dappledly on the two of them, adding a touch of warmth.

At this moment, Zhao Hongming only felt peaceful.

Chen Xuerong suddenly remembered the spiritual art that Zhao Hongming had mentioned before. It was an immortal knowledge that existed in ancient times. It involved the realm of the divine soul and was very rare in today's martial arts.

A trace of curiosity and expectation flashed in her eyes, and she said to Zhao Hongming: "Your Majesty, you mentioned the divine telepathy technique before. I suddenly have some ideas and want to study it more to see if I can understand the deeper mysteries. .”

Zhao Hongming smiled slightly. He naturally understood Chen Xuerong's love and pursuit of martial arts, as well as his extensive knowledge of martial arts.

It just so happened that this martial art was indeed a bit difficult for him to practice.

He ordered Gao Yanshi to take out this martial arts from the Cangwu Building and handed it to Chen Xuerong. He told Gao Yanshi: "Pass on my oral instructions. From now on, Concubine Rong can enter and exit the Cangwu Building of the Wei Dynasty at will. She has access to all the martial arts."

"The slave obeys."

Chen Xuerong couldn't help but feel moved when she saw Zhao Hongming being so considerate, and said gratefully: "I thank you, Your Majesty."

"Concubine Rong, please go back to the palace, I have some things to deal with."

Through the power of telekinesis, Zhao Hongming thought that there was another person imprisoned in the palace. This person seemed to know some secrets about the fate of the country.

What happened to Chen Xuerong today made him suddenly care about the national destiny.

After Chen Xuerong gave him a blessing, the two of them separated.

……

Outside the Daliang Palace, there is a special organization, the Imperial City Department.

It is a place that scares ordinary people. It is rumored that many warriors have to shed a layer of skin when entering.

People in Wei often avoid this institution.

The dungeon of the Imperial City Division was dark and damp.

Only a faint light flickered in the distance, flickering on and off like a will-o'-the-wisp.

Zhao Hongming, surrounded by Gao Yanshi, stepped into this dark place. Every step was accompanied by dull echoes, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silence.

The air is filled with the smell of decay, and rats can be seen walking through it from time to time.

Zhao Hongming's eyes scanned the darkness and finally landed on a man huddled in the corner.

The man was unkempt and ragged, his hands clutching rusty iron chains, and he was imprisoned in the formation flag. He looked like a forgotten living corpse.

"Did he say everything?" Zhao Hongming's voice echoed in the dungeon, breaking the silence in the dungeon.

A small official in the dungeon said tremblingly: "Returning to Your Majesty, he said that he is just a blacksmith, and he just got some opportunities, and he doesn't know about the rest."

The man heard the movement outside and slowly raised his head, revealing a pale and haggard face.

There was no luster in his eyes, only deep despair and helplessness.

As if grasping a life-saving straw, he hurriedly struggled and said in a hoarse voice: "I have said everything. Whatever you ask, I have said it."

Zhao Hongming frowned slightly. It was hard to imagine that a martial artist with such high strength would be tortured into such a state after most of his cultivation was destroyed by him.

"Let me ask you, where did you get your information about the national destiny?" Zhao Hongming stared closely at the man's eyes, trying to capture any clues.

"I...I...I got it from the royal tomb in Korea."

"The Royal Tomb?"

"It is the remains of the first king of Korea...there are records about the fate of the country."

"The first king of South Korea?" Zhao Hongming frowned slightly, thinking of the first king of Wei, and asked: "Describe everything you see."

The burly man was silent for a moment, seeming to be remembering something. Finally, he spoke slowly: "After I entered the royal tomb of South Korea, I saw the first king of South Korea. His body was still intact, as if he was just sleeping."

Zhao Hongming was shocked after hearing this.

This is exactly the same as the situation of the first king of Wei!

The burly man did not notice the change in Zhao Hongming's expression and continued: "Next to the body of the first king of Korea, there was a stone tablet recording the terrifying power of the national destiny. That's why I saw that His Majesty was able to control the national destiny. reaction……"

Zhao Hongming fell into deep thought, always feeling that the national destiny was more involved than he imagined, and even the first kings of Wei and South Korea were involved.

No, maybe the first kings of the Six Kingdoms were like this.

There seems to be some kind of tacit understanding.

However, if you think about it carefully, as a martial artist with a high level of cultivation, he would not hesitate to give up a hundred years of longevity and founding a country, and let the fate of the country be weighed down. There is indeed something abnormal in this.

If he were standing in the other party's perspective, this would definitely not be the case.

What is the picture?

Now Zhao Hongming is skeptical about what Zhao Muxu told him that national luck can lead to longevity.

My heart couldn't help but be inclined to Yin Wang Di Xin's description of the national destiny.

But all in all, Zhao Hongming has a sixth sense, which is not a good thing.

One of the ancestral precepts of the Wei State is for them to unify the other countries, and there may be some internal logical connection in this.

Zhao Hongming's mood couldn't help but become much heavier.

It seems that we need to hurry up on the progress of cultivation.

"what about others?"

Zhao Hongming breathed a sigh of relief and asked for some more details. After seeing that he couldn't get any additional information from the burly man, he stopped staying any longer.

"I told you, let me out...let me out..."

Facing the burly man's pleading, Zhao Hongming seemed to ignore it. (End of chapter)