Ming Dynasty: The ghost betrays the Confucian sage, my son Zhu Yuanzhang

Chapter 172: Plot against our father? Zhu Yuanzhang: Kill, kill, kill
Huitong Pavilion.

The moonlight in the cold autumn fell quietly like running water, and its silver glow spread across every corner of the courtyard, covering this ancient courtyard with a thin layer of frost. This frost is not formed by ice and snow, but by the unique cold breath of autumn night. It silently infiltrates every inch of the land and every leaf.

From time to time, patrol soldiers from the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion walked past the courtyard. Under the moonlight, their armor shone with a cold light.

Under the moonlight, the Japanese swordsman Yagyu Ichiro was practicing his sword alone in the courtyard. His sword energy was as sharp as a rainbow and unparalleled. However, his heart was in turmoil and he could not calm down. That day, he witnessed his best friend Takeshi Kawaga being killed with one punch by the emperor of Ming Dynasty. As a warrior, the honor, shame and anger intertwined in his heart, becoming an unquenchable flame.

General Kikuchi Takemitsu warned them to be patient. This time they came to the Ming Dynasty on the surface to surrender, but in fact it was for the legendary Confucian Zang. Before you succeed, you must not act rashly and offend the Ming court. But can the anger in Yagyu Ichiro's heart be calmed so easily?
"idiot!"

He roared angrily, and the power of his sword suddenly increased, and the long sword shot out of the air, as if even the void was torn apart by his sword energy. As a Japanese swordsman, he has absolute confidence in his swordsmanship.

In his mind, Central Plains Martial Arts is bullshit.

But at this moment, a faint voice sounded in the night sky: "You have trained your sword into a sword."

Yagyu Ichiro was shocked and looked up, only to see a masked man in black standing on the roof of the small courtyard at some point.

"Who?"

"Japanese people are not equipped with swords!"

Fourth Master Zhu frowned.

After being defeated by Fourth Master Zhu, Mingjiao Saint Sage went into seclusion to practice martial arts. She was also practicing her sword in the yard at the moment. Huo Ben stood aside and frowned slightly: "Sage, if I join forces with you, we will definitely be able to kill that Fourth Master Zhu."

However, before he could finish his words, he saw the figure of the man in black flash past, and his long sword broke in response. At the same time, a cold long sword was placed on his neck.

"You don't have to worry, this man in black is obviously helping the court." Fourth Master Zhu said with a smile.

Shaqie's face was as cold as frost, and the sword in her hand continued to release its sword light. She kept thinking about Fourth Master Zhu's sword skills in her mind, thinking hard about how to solve it.

"rise!"

"Remember!" The man in black said solemnly, "My name is Jun, the king of kings!"

However, Yagyu Ichiro kept repeating 'how is it possible', and his eyes became extremely depressed.

Huo Ben shouted angrily, unsheathed his long sword, and rushed toward the man in black like lightning. But the man in black didn't move at all. Just when Huo Ben's long sword was about to hit him, a cold light flashed and there was a loud "clang" sound, and Huo Ben's long sword was cut off instantly.

The man in black raised his hand and waved, and the broken sword energy regrouped and surrounded Sage and Huo Ben. They felt a huge sense of oppression coming. Just a thought from the man in black could kill them with thousands of swords piercing their hearts.

In an instant, all the sword energy instantly shattered and turned into countless fragments floating in the air.

"Fourth Master, please mobilize your beggar gang to investigate." Mao Xiang sighed, "I have to go to the palace and report to His Majesty."

That guy is stronger than me. It's a bit scary to be so strong.

However, the man in black just shook his head lightly and shouted softly: "Broken!"

The courtyard in the other corner of the Huitong Hall is where the Western Region envoys live.

Fourth Master Zhu was also confused. He was called to Jinyiwei by Mao Xiang early in the morning, and he thought something big had happened. When he heard that it was someone named Jun who defeated the Sword Saint of Japan and the Holy Son and Saint of the Ming Cult of the Western Regions last night.

Sage lay on the ground for a long time before slowly getting up. Her face was slumped and her eyes had lost their former sparkle. She was a saint in the Great Light Palace and the most talented person, but now she felt like an ant, unable to fight back in front of the man in black. This kind of frustration made her feel extremely painful and... despair.

After saying that, the man in black flew away quietly.

……

Shaqie and Huo Ben were both stunned, and they felt a deep despair. They were so vulnerable in front of this man in black.

"It's really not me!" Fourth Master Zhu frowned, "Who is so arrogant?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword in his hand was already unsheathed, and he rushed towards Yagyu Ichiro like lightning. Ichiro Yagyu greeted him with a ferocious smile: "I'll show you my Japanese swordsmanship!"

Ichiro Yagyu, who was left in the yard, spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes darkened: "How is it possible? How is it possible?"

He himself had fought against the Ming Cult Saint Sage and knew how powerful she was. He thought it was impossible for him to defeat her with one move.

After saying that, he took back his hand, and the sword energy surrounding Sage and Huo Ben instantly dissipated without a trace. The two of them collapsed on the ground and gasped for air as if they had been granted amnesty. The man in black gave them a cold look and then turned and disappeared into the night sky.

An old man stood behind Kikuchi Takemitsu with sharp eyes: "His sword is heartbroken! He is useless!"

"If the Mingjiao and Japanese people hadn't reported it themselves, I wouldn't have believed it." Mao Xiang looked shocked, "That Jundu only made one move and the other party was defeated."

"Jun, king of kings?"

Kikuchi Takemitsu was shocked! How can this be? The Japanese Sword Master is so useless? What just happened?
……

He clenched the sword in his hand, feeling an inexplicable fear in his heart. He was unaware of this person's appearance. Could it be that there is such a master in the Central Plains?

"Confucianism and Tibet are beyond the reach of you Japanese people. Go back to Japan."

When Sage saw this, she was shocked, but she took action without hesitation. She mobilized her inner strength and swung the strongest sword, and thousands of sword energy poured out towards the man in black like a torrential rain.

At the Jinyiwei Yamen, the commander Mao Xiang spread his hands towards Fourth Master Zhu with a depressed look on his face.

Huo Ben and Sage were shocked at the same time. They looked around, but there was no trace of the person who spoke.

At this moment, a man in black fell from the sky and landed steadily in front of them. He glanced at Huo Ben and Sage with sharp eyes, and then shook his head, seeming to be quite disdainful of their strength: "Let's go together!"

Suddenly, a cold voice broke the tranquility: "A hundred years have passed, does the Great Guangming Palace still only have this ability?"

At this moment, he felt that his swordsmanship was nothing but shit in the eyes of the man in black. Kikuchi Takemitsu ran out of the room, looked at the depressed Yagyu Ichiro and asked anxiously: "What's wrong?"

"Remember, my name is Jun, the king of kings!" The man in black said coldly, "Go back to the Western Regions, Ruzang does not belong to you! If you dare to take advantage of Ruzang, I will destroy your Great Light Palace with one sword. ”

"The so-called sword master, if you go back and practice for a hundred years, you won't be able to catch my sword."

"What the hell, who is so domineering? Fourth Master, is that man in black really not you?"

"Jun, the king's king!" Mao Xiang was speechless, "He doesn't take the emperor seriously. Also, how could the emperor allow such a powerful person to exist in the capital?"

He entered the palace helplessly. Fourth Master Zhu also left Jin Yiwei, thinking about 'Jun' in his mind. It was the first time he had seen such an arrogant person after traveling through time for so long.

I bought some food and returned to Qinhuai River Courtyard. Zhang Xuansu and Zhu Di are practicing martial arts. It has only been a few days, and Zhu Di is full of admiration for Zhang Xuansu.

"Master, with Senior Brother here, we will definitely be able to capture the Confucian Treasures." Zhu Di said confidently. "What's wrong? Do you think you can't be a teacher?" Fourth Master Zhu glared.

"Master, of course you can do it!" Zhu Di chuckled, "You are the best."

Fourth Master Zhu was not angry, so he called the two of them over and told them about 'Jun'. Zhu Di was furious after hearing this: "So arrogant? Do you dare to call yourself king? Are you more arrogant than me?"

"Take your Zhatian Gang people to check." Fourth Master Zhu gave him a sideways glance.

"Master, where did you buy this biscuit? It's delicious." Zhang Xuansu was eating biscuits aside.

……

A small courtyard in the north of the city.

This is a dark spot in Tanma Army Division. Wu Yu, Ao Gu, and Zhebie are all there. They seem to be waiting for someone.

"I'll tell you some amazing news. Last night, a man named 'Jun' defeated the Japanese Sword Master, as well as the Ming Cult's Saint Son and Saint Lady with one move." Ao Gu frowned, "Where did this come from? A master here?"

"So strong?" Wu Yu looked in disbelief, "Even with my strongest move, it is impossible to defeat the Ming Cult's Sage with one move."

"Could it be Fourth Master Zhu?" Zhebie said suddenly.

"Impossible!" Wu Yu thought thoughtfully, "Unless he hid his strength before."

"It's not like him, that's not his style." Ao Gu shook her head slightly, "If it's the fourth master, he goes there in a big way, why bother to cover up?"

The three of them looked solemn, searching for suspicious people in their minds.

At this moment, a woman in a pink skirt floated down: "It's not Mr. Zhu. My people have been staring at him recently. He didn't go out last night."

When Ao Gu saw her, she snorted: "Witch, you're not here yet. You've been in the capital for so long and you still haven't come to see us."

The person who came was Wu'er. It turned out that she was a saint from the Demon Sect. She came to Beijing this time to help Tanma Junsi seize Confucianism and Tibet.

Wu Yu looked at Weinger up and down, half-smiling but not smiling: "This generation of the Demon Sect finally has a decent saintess."

"Old witch!" Weier smiled brightly, "Can you teach me the method of eternal youth?"

"Okay." Wu Yu blinked.

Ao Gu had a black line on her head, waved her hand and said in a deep voice: "Let's get down to business! I'm ready, Wener, but I still need help from your Demon Sect people!"

Wen'er waved her hand happily: "Three hundred people from the Demon Sect are here, ready to take action at any time."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Wu Yu's lips: "Remember, don't let him die, just let him become disabled. Otherwise, it will be difficult for Her Royal Highness the Princess to explain."

……

After the frost, the grass turns yellow, and the dead branches and leaves sway gently in the morning breeze, making a rustling sound.

On the city wall, thick frost covered the bluestone bricks. Occasionally, early pedestrians would pass by in a hurry, and pieces of thin frost would be broken under their feet, making a slight cracking sound, which was particularly clear in this silent morning.

On the street, a few pedestrians huddled their necks and wrapped their robes tightly. A gust of cold wind blew by, picking up the dead leaves and dust on the ground, swirling in the air, and then slowly falling again.

"Balang, what's wrong with you? You actually want to go out to hunt in the city at this time?" Master Zhu said helplessly while riding on his horse.

Zhu Yuanzhang was very interested: "I have nothing to do today, so I just want to stretch my muscles."

"It's all you want to do when you have nothing to do, but you still have to drag us together to suffer the cold?" Zhu Di complained with a yawn.

Despite this, the three of them left the city together and rode towards the dense old forest outside the city. The cold north wind blew by, waking them up instantly. The view between the mountains and fields was extremely broad, and their hearts were also broadened. They were all excited and looking forward to the next hunt.

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and said to Fourth Master Zhu: "Fourth Master, haven't you always wanted to use tiger whip to make wine? Today is a good opportunity."

"Haha, well said!" Mr. Zhu waved his hand proudly, "Today I will show you my ability to fight a tiger with my bare hands."

The three of them tied their horses to the tree and stepped into the old forest with their bows and arrows on their backs. As soon as he entered this dense forest, Fourth Master Zhu was as happy as a fish returning to the sea. After all, he had lived in the old forest of Morishan for decades.

However, just as they were going deep into the old forest, Fourth Master Zhu, who was running at the front, suddenly stopped. He turned around and pounced on Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di behind him, and the three of them rolled behind a boulder. Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and an arrow shot out a big crater where they had just been standing.

"Damn it, there's an assassin!" Zhu Di got up from the ground. Not only did he not show any fear on his face, but he said eagerly, "There are always unscrupulous people who want to harm me."

"Want to be the emperor? You are very ambitious." Zhu Yuanzhang glared at him angrily.

Fourth Master Zhu waved the two of them to shut up and said in a low voice: "The other party is an archery master, so be careful."

He thought of a person, Zhebie among the Thirteen Wings of Mengwu.

Whoosh!
He jumped up suddenly, and at this moment, several arrows shot in succession, the arrows pierced the air with unparalleled sharpness. Fourth Master Zhu reacted very quickly, unsheathed his long sword and slashed horizontally continuously.

Dangdang Dangdang!
The arrow was chopped down by him, and he himself fell behind the boulder again, with a solemn expression: "I suspect that the opposite side is Zhebie in Mengwu's Thirteen Wings. This is troublesome. From such a long distance, we are the target."

Zhu Di clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "Master, Uncle Zhu, I'll go out to attract his attention. You guys leave quickly!"

Fourth Master Zhu, Zhu Yuanzhang: "???"

They didn't expect that this kid would be so brave and bloody at the critical moment.

"Go away! How can I let you take risks when I'm here?" Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were cold. "Let's attract his attention. You go."

"Master, I'll go!" Zhu Di said firmly, "Uncle Zhu, Ming Dynasty cannot live without you!"

Fourth Master Zhu was speechless: "Hey, it's not time to sacrifice anyone yet, what are you arguing about? The Ming Dynasty can't live without you, you think you are the emperor. Shut up, I'll go and distract him." ”

"I go!"

"I go!
"I go!"

The three of them were arguing when suddenly, there was a continuous sound of breaking through the air, and arrows kept hitting the boulder in front of them. They saw huge cracks in the boulder and it would soon break into pieces.

Fourth Master Zhu pulled Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di behind him, holding a long knife in front of him.

(End of this chapter)