Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　Even for a while, due to Zhu Hao's inability to cultivate, even in front of other servants in the Prince's Mansion, they couldn't lift their heads and suffered humiliation.

　　But what they didn't expect was that Zhu Hao, who was regarded as waste wood by everyone in Beijing, was so secretive.

　　Even the sword intent left by Sword God and Sword Immortal can be erased.

　　How many people in the entire Yanjing can do it?

　　"From now on, who would dare to say that my master is a waste of firewood, and the labor and capital will never end with him!" They were extremely excited, and their eyes glowed with enthusiasm.

　　Zhu Hao couldn't help crying and laughing when he saw the reactions of the people around him.

　　It seems that I still underestimate the world's worship of the strong, or the power.

　　He suddenly turned his head and glanced at the direction deep inside the Forbidden City.

　　……

　　Emperor Ming sat upright in the imperial study, reviewing the mountains of memorials in front of him.

　　He suddenly raised his head with surprise in his eyes.

　　The sword intent that soared into the sky was so dazzling, how could it be concealed from his perception?

　　Moreover, this sword intent is somewhat familiar, and it is somewhat similar to the sword intent in the previous vision.

　　He knew that Zhu Hao was giving himself the answer in another way.

　　He guessed that Zhu Hao got the chance, but didn't say it clearly.

　　Zhu Hao knew that he had guessed it, but he didn't say it explicitly, but just frankly in this way.

　　The two were unconvinced.

　　"This kid..." Emperor Ming smiled and shook his head.

　　……

　　Prince's Mansion.

　　Prince Zhu Chong is practicing calligraphy in his study.

　　A pigeon suddenly landed at his window.

　　Zhu Chong raised his brows slightly, but did not stop, but concentrated on writing the words in front of him.

　　After a long time, he walked to the window and took off the letter tied to the pigeon's feet.

　　Slowly opened it and glanced at it.

　　Suddenly his pupils shrank suddenly.

　　Snapped!

　　A palm landed heavily on the windowsill, shattering the entire window.

　　clap clap clap!

　　The footsteps of the government soldiers were heard all around, and they hurriedly asked, "Prince, but what happened?"

　　Zhu Chong's face was gloomy, he took a deep breath, and said lightly: "It's okay, step back!"

　　Then he opened the note again and read it word by word.

　　"The ninth prince, Zhu Hao, wiped away the sword intent left by Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng in front of the Forbidden City, and preliminarily judged that his strength is above the middle stage of Xiantian, and his swordsmanship is comparable to that of a great master!"

　　Such an evaluation is shocking.

　　Zhu Hao is only eighteen years old, what is the concept of an eighteen-year-old little master in the innate realm?

　　This means that as long as he does not die, he can steadily step into the realm of Daoxuan Grandmaster, or even higher.

　　Such talent can only be compared by those who live in legends.

　　Searching all over the world today, only the Sword Demon Dugu Qiufeng can be compared with him when he was young.

　　What is the strength of the Sword Demon today?

　　No one knew because he had disappeared for many years.

　　I only know that he was already a martial arts master at the peak of Daoxuan long before he was hidden from the world.

　　If it is now, I am afraid that the gate of heaven has already been opened, and it has become a land fairy.

　　This is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying is the second half of the sentence.

　　Great Master of Kendo!

　　An eighteen-year-old master of kendo, even at the age of Sword Demon Dugu Qiuqiu, is far inferior.

　　This has exceeded the limit that the martial artist in the world can imagine!

　　Thinking of this bit by bit, Zhu Chong clenched his fists, forcibly calmed his inner fluctuations, and gritted his teeth: "Old Nine, Old Nine, you are hiding so deeply!"

　　It seems that the plan for tomorrow has to be carried out!

　　……

　　Similar scenes were staged in countless mansions in Yanjing.

　　Zhu Hao didn't know this, so he took the sedan back to the mansion, cleaned up and washed away his exhaustion, and then fell asleep peacefully.

　　Silent all night.

　　Until the next day is not yet clear, the rooster announces the dawn.

　　He just got up and boarded the sedan chair, and went to the palace. .

Chapter 8

　　Zhu Hao's sedan car went all the way along the avenue. When it was close to the Forbidden City, there were many fewer civilians coming and going, but there were more sedan cars of all kinds of carriages.

　　They are all civil and military officials who went early to participate in the early dynasty.

　　It went smoothly all the way. After passing the Forbidden City gate, when we got to the inner city, we had to get off and walk.

　　Zhu Hao slightly lifted the curtain and glanced at it, there were already many officials gathered here.

　　"Hi... Which prince's mansion belongs to this sedan chair, why haven't I seen it before?"

　　"I know all the sedan chairs and vehicles of the princes in Beijing, but this..."

　　Civil and military officials began to speculate, and their eyes looked back and forth on Zhu Hao's sedan chair.

　　At this moment, the door curtain of the sedan chair opened, and a slender figure stuck his head out.

　　Everyone raised their eyes to look, and immediately stayed in place.

　　A word rose in my heart at the same time - what a handsome and extraordinary young man!

　　I saw this young man wearing a black robe with gold patterns and a purple gold crown on his head.

　　Sword eyebrows and star eyes, a pair of black gem-like eyes are too bright.

　　Even in the bleak environment where the day was not yet bright, you could still see the gleam in his eyes.

　　Her skin was as jade, and her shoulder-length black hair was draped behind her, waving slightly in the morning breeze.

　　It's like a living immortal!

　　His sleeves were lightly tossed, and when he looked around, a demeanor that looked at the world suddenly appeared.

　　For a time, on the bluestone square of Nuoda, the dense civil and military officials fell silent at the same time.

　　Until a sharp and loud sound came, breaking the atmosphere on the field.

　　"The prince is here!"

　　Everyone came back to their senses and hurriedly looked into the distance.

　　Immediately lined up on both sides, a path was made.

　　After all, the crown prince is the crown prince appointed by the Emperor Daming, and his status is naturally different from that of ordinary princes.

　　A very luxurious sedan car slowly walked in front of everyone and fell heavily.

　　Prince Zhu Chong opened the car curtain and walked out.

　　"I've seen the prince!" Baiguan bowed at the same time and said in unison.

　　With a kind smile on his face, Zhu Chong motioned everyone to get up, but there was smugness deep in his eyes.

　　He enjoys this feeling of being respected, which is the thrill of power!

　　Suddenly, his eyes stagnated and fell on Zhu Hao's body, and a cold light flashed.

　　Then he sneered: "Isn't this the ninth brother? Why didn't this one stay in your mansion and came here?"

　　"This is not the place you can come!"

　　The surrounding ministers looked at each other and turned their heads tacitly.

　　Zhu Hao lowered his eyes and said coldly, "None of your business?"

　　"..." Zhu Chong's expression froze, he didn't expect Zhu Hao to say no politeness, and scolded him directly when they met.

　　He has been designated as the prince for many years, and no one has ever dared to face him disrespectfully!

　　He snorted coldly at the moment: "Ninth brother, although you and I don't have many contacts, but respecting your elder brother is the most basic etiquette, has no one taught you?"

　　Zhu Hao heard the words, the corners of his mouth raised, with a contemptuous smile: "Respect, are you worthy?"

　　"You!" Zhu Chong's eyes were full of fire, and he couldn't help but want to do it.

　　"Up-towards-"

　　But at this moment, the high-pitched voice of the old eunuch in the house broke the frozen atmosphere.

　　The crowd immediately lined up in two rows and walked up the steps side by side.

　　Zhu Chong forcibly suppressed his anger, gave Zhu Hao a cold look, and said to himself, "How long do you think you are arrogant?"

　　In the splendid Jinluan Hall, the Ming Emperor stands tall on the dragon chair, not angered and arrogant.

　　The early morning finally started, and officials from various ministries began to report one by one.