Ming Dynasty: He was ordered to give lectures in prison, but Lao Zhu eavesdropped and made people nu

Chapter 444 Dragon Slaying Technique

Also, the Tian family can condescend to visit people frequently. Looking at the entire Ming Dynasty, apart from Mr. Lin, the monk can't think of anyone else.

"As for what happened that day, the young monk knows that I had better luck and happened to come out of the Confucius Temple at that time."

"Witness with your own eyes how Mr. Lin skinned and deboned that man with one knife after another. The bones were so thick and white!"

"The murderous aura approaching from three feet away still makes the young monk extremely excited."

"Cruel, cruel enough! To be honest, the young monk wants to thank Mr. Lin in person so that I can feast my eyes on him."

This statement came out.

Zhu Xi held his breath unconsciously, his hands hidden in his robe could not stop trembling, and he suddenly felt his heart tightening.

He had also heard about Lin Che killing someone in the street.

However, little did he know that his methods were so cruel.

They were skinned, deboned, and boned, and tortured to death.

Is this... a teacher, or a murderous butcher?

No wonder my father immediately blocked all news and did not allow anyone to discuss the matter in private. This time, it finally made sense.

Think about this.

Gudong.

Zhu Xi swallowed hard, feeling inexplicably creepy.

Suddenly recalling the intoxicated expression on Dao Yan's face when he spoke, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Instead of being afraid, I was actually excited.

Still have to contend with it.

What kind of lunacy is this?
"How can I trust you in the memo?"

"Could it be that just because of your clever words that confuse people, you want me to bear the reputation of being a treasonous person?"

"Do you think it's possible?"

Unsurprisingly, Zhu Xi's heart was shaken, and he gradually began to believe in this crazy monk, and began to have unspeakable fantasies about that supreme status.

However, if everything the other party said is true, then it might as well give it a try.

Anyway, he couldn't do much. Even if the mad monk's prediction was inaccurate, there would still be no loss.

long silence.

Daoyan couldn't help but laugh and shook his head, stopping to fiddle with the beads, as if he was already prepared for this.

"His Highness was joking, and the young monk prepared a meeting gift for His Highness."

"As the saying goes, it's empty talk. It's better to do what you say than to do it. No one would believe it." "The young monk can understand."

Hear this.

Zhu Ping looked up and down with his eyes slightly focused, and when he saw that the other party still looked confident, he suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

"The meeting gift is a bit interesting, so let's talk about it. If you want me to believe it, you don't have enough chips."

"Understand?"

Upon hearing this, Daoyan's expression did not change, he nodded lightly and got straight to the point.

"What Mr. Lin is talking about is actually the art of slaying dragons."

"I taught your majesty, taught the prince, and even his highness learned a little bit. It's just that it's difficult for his highness to master it in a short period of time."

Daoyan corrected himself and said seriously:
"Ziweixing's bald mutation is now on the verge of collapse, and the emperor is bound to suffer."

"It could be His Majesty, His Majesty the Crown Prince, or even more."

"Both go through hardships at the same time."

"In other words, if His Majesty and the Crown Prince are no longer here, His Royal Highness's biggest rival, the General and the Prince of Yan."

"If you don't fight, the world will belong to King Yan. Are you willing to do so?"

The words fell.

Silence fell.

Zhu Minghu's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he finally understood the other party's intention, but what shocked him even more was that the fourth child actually had the aura of an emperor.

How can this be.

An uneducated and incompetent person, who was described as evil by his father, how could he be in charge of the Ming Dynasty? Even if the eldest brother really encounters something unexpected, it's not his turn to sit in that position.

Why should he?
Think of this.

Zhu Ming's face became more and more gloomy: "Is this true?"

"It's true."

"So what exactly do you want to do?"

"Of course, to assist His Highness."

Dao Yan smiled and said: "The young monk never thinks that he is inferior to Mr. Lin, but since he really doesn't have the opportunity to sit down and discuss the truth, he can only do this."

"Let's compete with Mr. Lin as a disciple."

"The monk doesn't care who becomes the emperor."

"If you can prove yourself, you will have no regrets in this life."

"Has your Highness thought about it?"

Seeing Dao Yan's serious and unswerving look, Zhu Xi felt a little numb for no reason.

I can't describe it, but it just oozes out.

Not for fame or profit, just to prove that I am not weaker than others.

He couldn't understand such a crazy idea.

And just then.

Dao Yan's voice, as calm as water, suddenly sounded, pulling him out of his thoughts and into reality.

"It is difficult to achieve great things by being indecisive."

"If His Highness is willing to waste his life, then the young monk will naturally not persuade him."

"Amitabha, this young monk is rude, Your Highness, please don't blame me."

Say it.

The monk who had been so persuasive just now suddenly stood up and bowed calmly, not intending to stay any longer.

"Your Highness, take care of yourself."

"Even if the Ming Dynasty changes suddenly, as a member of the royal family, it is really impossible for you not to be involved in the cause and effect. After saying this, I will retire."

Seeing that Dao Yan was not bluffing, but was serious about it, Zhu Xiang suddenly became unsteady and hurriedly spoke to stop the other party.

"Master, walk slowly."

Zhu Xi hurriedly got up and chased after him. Although he had already made up his mind, he still couldn't help but asked cautiously: "May I ask Master, does the so-called dragon-slaying technique really exist?"

"Since Father knew, why didn't he stop Mr. Lin?"

"The thought of dragon slaying makes people tremble with fear. Isn't Fu Huanhuan not worried?"

Faced with Zhu Ming's complete confusion, Dao Yan stopped walking outward and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"What His Highness said is absolutely true and he is telling the truth. This is one of the reasons why the young monk has always been puzzled by his meaning."

“Throughout the ages, dragon-slaying has been a forbidden art of beheading, and it has been lost for hundreds of years.

"Those who master the dragon-supporting and dragon-possessing techniques by chance can be famous throughout the ages."

"Just like the Imperial Preceptors of the previous dynasty, there are also Uncle Chengyi and Duke Han of this dynasty."

Dao Yan's eyes were filled with greed, and he licked his chapped lips: "And these things are, at best, just a small branch of the Dragon Slaying Technique. To put it more crudely, it is the relationship between me and my son."

"Without Lao Tzu, there would be no sons, no dragon-slaying skills, and nothing else. There would be no great masters of the Yuan Dynasty, and there would be no Liu Bowen, Li Shanchang, or the like."

"The young monk explains it this way, your highness, can you understand it?"

Zhu Ming thought thoughtfully and nodded. After all, there was no doubt about Lin Che's ability, otherwise he would not have received such attention from his father.

He even personally dealt with Li Shanchang and planned to deal with Hu Weiyong for Lin Che.

Who is strong and who is weak will be judged.

But the question is, where did Lin Che learn the dragon-slaying technique that has been lost for hundreds of years?
The Ming Dynasty was full of talents, but in the end they were not as good as a weak boy. Is this too exaggerated?

The more I think about it, the more incredible it becomes.

(End of this chapter)