Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　After a rough calculation, the Jianghu sect that just surrendered tonight is no longer under twenty.

　　Of course, under such a density, it is naturally difficult to guarantee the quality.

　　In particular, some of the so-called gangs only recruited a group of thugs and martial artists in Fuzhou City.

　　But no matter how small the mosquito's legs are, it is still meat. These forces in the rivers and lakes must be eliminated sooner or later. It is a good thing to be able to get some achievements.

　　Zhu Hao played the piano all night, and when the sky was about to dawn, the dusty Lin Yuantu walked in.

　　There were some blood stains on the robe, obviously returning home in a hurry and having time to change in the future.

　　He walked closer, bowed and handed a roster that was still dry, and said with a smile, "Ninth Prince, your subordinates are fortunate enough to not be humiliated!"

　　Zhu Hao turned to look at him, indicating that he was flat.

　　Then he asked, "How is the harvest?"

　　"Tonight, a total of [-] large and small forces have been subdued, including six masters of the first rank and above, and fifteen masters of the second rank and above!"

　　"The seized stolen goods totaled [-] taels of gold, and the remaining valuables such as jewelry, calligraphy and paintings were worth about [-] taels of gold."

　　"In addition, there are weapons such as swords..."

　　Zhu Hao heard the words and smiled lightly.

　　These Jianghu sects are different from those that have been passed down for a long time.

　　Neither production nor business.

　　Where did all this money come from?

　　The origin of these possessions is self-evident.

　　Immediately, he said lightly: "This is a good job, and I will get the gold hundred taels!"

　　"In addition, the disciples of the sword pavilion who performed well tonight will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver and a jar of fine wine!"

　　Hearing this, Lin Yuantu raised the corner of his mouth and said, "My subordinates thank the Ninth Prince for their reward!"

　　One hundred taels of gold, which was worth his salary for several years in Yanjing.

　　Zhu Hao was noncommittal about this, and said again: "I've been busy all night tonight, go back and have a good rest!"

　　"This is just the beginning, there are more things like this in the future..."

　　"Those new recruits, hurry up and train!"

　　"This king hopes to see that they have enough combat power as soon as possible!"

　　Lin Yuantu's face turned straight and he said, "Yes, my subordinates must do their best."

　　"Go!"

　　Zhu Hao waved his hand, and after Lin Yuantu saluted, he turned and left.

　　call!

　　Zhu Hao let out a long breath and slowly turned around with his hands on his back.

　　On the horizon, Chu Yang showed a few strands of warm red glow, making this icy world look a little warmer.

　　The sound of early hawkers on the street outside the courtyard wall could be heard in my ears.

　　The entire city of Fuzhou woke up from the dark night.

　　But it is destined that many people will never open their eyes again.

　　He ordered to take the initiative to attack, and it was not a temporary intention to attack the forces around the rivers and lakes.

　　I just feel that since part of my strength has been revealed to the world, it is time to put my attitude on the bright side.

　　His purpose is to suppress the entire Jianghu.

　　But in this arena, there are really not many people who are at the level of "opponent" in his heart.

　　Those on the sidelines, the swaying grass on the wall.

　　Zhu Hao was not in the mood to play with them.

　　If you are obedient, you will live, if you are not obedient, you will perish... When these people die, the rest will be more obedient.

　　The rivers and lakes are like a small quagmire, with turbid water a few feet above the surface.

　　You think the water is dirty, but it's actually the silt underneath.

　　If you want to clean up the sludge, you must first drain the water.

　　Now what Zhu Hao has done is this step, pulling out the nails that were floating on the surface one by one, and those who were hiding in the deepest part would naturally be unable to hide!

　　……

　　Somewhere in a tavern, a group of martial arts people were whispering.

　　"Hey, have you heard that the Golden Sword Gate outside Fuzhou City was served with a pot last night!"

　　"Your news is out of date... More than just the Golden Sword Gate, within a hundred miles of Fuzhou City, all the Jianghu sects are empty overnight!"

　　"Tsk tsk, I don't know who did it, such a big hand!"

　　"Who else could it be, six doors!"

　　"Hey, are you talking about the six gates that were ordered by Emperor Ming to suppress Jianghu?"

　　"No, the one who sits in the six gates, but the ninth prince of the Ming Dynasty, who is known as the reincarnation of the sword fairy, has a magical means! To deal with some unpopular Jianghu sects, isn't it a direct sweep?"

　　"The imperial court is different now. In the past, the attitude towards the rivers and lakes did not dare to be so arrogant! But after coming out of the ninth prince, it can be said to be overbearing.

　　"Who says it's not... This river and lake is not easy to mix, and now it seems that it is not easy to survive!"

　　"The ninth prince is so reckless, why didn't Wudang Shaolin, as the Taishan Beidou of the martial arts, not intervene?"

　　"Do you think they are stupid? Jianghu sects are Jianghu sects after all, and they are incomparable to the power of a country!"

　　"Although there are many masters in martial arts, there are more people with average strength."

　　"Even if it's a big faction like Wudang, not everyone is Zhang Zhenren. Even if he is an old man who is not afraid of the iron hoof of the Ming army, he must consider the lives of his disciples and grandchildren..."

　　"Hey, speaking of this, have you heard what happened in Shaolin Temple some time ago?"

　　"what happened?"

　　"These nine princes don't know what method they used. Even though they were staying in Fuzhou City, they were able to drop a monstrous sword intent and fall directly into the Shaolin Temple."

　　"The Shaolin Temple suffered heavy losses, and even the abbot died!"

　　"And the ninth prince also left a message, saying that if the Shaolin disciples should quit Shaolin automatically within a month, they can let go of the past, otherwise... they will be ready to die together with the Shaolin Temple!"

　　As soon as these words came out, the whole hall was silent! .

Chapter 47

　　"Is this true?" Someone questioned in disbelief, "Why do I sound like a fairy tale?"

　　"I didn't believe it when I first heard it, but then I came to Shaolin and saw it, and I drank—"

　　"The Daxiong Hall has collapsed in half, and it has not been repaired yet; the original Shaolin abbot, Master Fang Zheng disappeared, and changed to the position of the temporary abbot..."

　　"So, is this true?"

　　"Mostly it can't be fake!"

　　"My God, that's the Shaolin Temple. Master Fang Zheng is also a great master of the Dao Xuan realm who has long become famous. How could he be directly injured by the ninth prince so far away?"

　　"Why don't you say that they are the reincarnation of Sword Immortals? How can mortals like me understand the methods of immortals?"

　　"But, didn't the Shaolin Temple fight back? Did this go to their face?"

　　"Not only did he not fight back, he didn't even say a hard word. Do you think it's strange?"

　　"..."

　　The discussion became more and more heated.

　　But no one noticed that a handsome man in white clothes and holding a folding fan quietly got up, put down a piece of silver and walked out the door.

　　"Ninth Prince..." He narrowed his eyes and glanced at the horizon.

　　That is the direction of Fuzhou City!

　　……

　　Above the wilderness, a lonely and arrogant figure is rushing through.

　　His clothes are as simple as possible, but his body is as tall and straight as a sharp sword, as if nothing in the world can make him yield.

　　He had a very handsome face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and thin lips pursed into a line.

　　It seems a bit indifferent and ruthless - not only indifferent to others, but also to myself.

　　Both eyes are like stars, like clear springs.

　　You can see the bottom at a glance, but you can also see your heart.

　　No one can hide the rest of his heart under such eyes.

　　He is very persistent, and this is the first sentence that pops into the heart of anyone who sees him.

　　Likewise, he is also very simple.

　　Simple as the sword in his hand.

　　But in fact, no one thought that he was holding a sword.

　　More people thought it was just a three-foot-long piece of iron.

　　There is no sword jaw, no sword edge, only two pieces of cork are nailed to it, which is the hilt.

　　He traveled extremely fast in the wilderness, Ren Xingye crossed over his head, and the direction remained the same.

　　His destination was a city five hundred miles ahead.

　　Fuzhou City!

　　He's going to meet someone, a guy who's been very famous these days.