Zongwu: Daming wrote a diary, Lao Zhu took concubines for me

Then he jumped off the eaves.

Everyone was stunned.

Back in the crowd, the honest monk couldn't help but say, "What are you doing here?"

Lu Xiaofeng said lightly: "I just feel bored." "

"Bored?" the honest monk's expression was a little dazed.

"Two people have no grievances and no hatred, but they want to pierce each other's throats with a sword, if this kind of thing is not boring, what else is boring?"

After listening to it, he already understood what Lu Xiaofeng meant.

Lu Xiaofeng hopes that Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng will show some affection for each other's subordinates, and compete in martial arts, and they don't have to kill people.

Finally, the pinnacle showdown quietly opened.

Ximen Blowing Snow raised the scabbard flatly, and the three-foot Qingfeng slowly withdrew from the scabbard, and his cold face was reflected on the sword.

The swordsman Ximen blows the snow, and at this moment his own edge is still superior to the peerless sword, and the sword intent is unstoppable.

On the other hand, Ye Gucheng's face looked extremely ugly, he slowly drew his sword, and his movements seemed to be a little sluggish and sluggish.

From time to time, his chest rose and fell, and he was coughing lightly.

With Simon blowing snow, he must have looked like he was in the twilight.

Many martial arts people in the stands couldn't help but show a little sympathy in their eyes.

The outcome of this battle can be known without asking.

Sure enough, Ye Gucheng is still old.

Ximen Fuxue was expressionless and ignored this.

He's a ruthless man.

His sword is even more ruthless!

However, he did not draw his sword for a long time.

After staring at Ye Gucheng for a long time, he slowly turned around and left directly.

I only heard him coldly drop a sentence:

"My sword does not slay the dying. "

Ye Gucheng's face was miserable.

"You insulted me?"

Simon blew the snow and didn't look back.

"If you don't want to die, fight again in a month. "

I saw the snow blowing at the west gate and swept into the air and submerged under the eaves.

Ye Gucheng wanted to chase after him, and shouted, "You ......"

As soon as this word came out, a mouthful of blood followed.

Ye Gucheng's state at this moment is not only unable to catch up with Ximen Blowing Snow, but I am afraid that even a child who is only a few years old will not be able to catch up.

I saw Ye Gucheng half-kneeling on the ground, panting heavily.

In the stands, there was silence and silence.

Countless martial arts people looked at each other with a confused expression.

No way?

That's it?

This long-brewing war has been full of ups and downs, changing at any time, and now it has taken a sharp turn and is over.

In the end, it just didn't work?

I'm afraid there was not a single person present who was not disappointed, and there was a lot of discussion.580

Even with the Ming martial arts, he looked down on the music.

At this moment, there was a sound of breaking the sky.

saw that Lu Xiaofeng had leaped up, and shouted:

"Stop!"

I never thought that I don't know which one of the people in the rivers and lakes secretly made a black hand and withdrew a dark cloud-like poisonous sand behind Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng, who couldn't even stand on his feet, was shocked, and he swept up in the air, and the harrier turned over, his movements were light and agile, and he didn't look like he was seriously injured at all.

It's a pity that he was also a step late.

The cloud-like poisonous sand seems to be a hidden weapon from the Tang Sect.

Tang Gate in Shu, the holy hand in poison.

As long as Tang Sect's poison secret weapon is shot, few people can dodge it.

What's more, such a sudden attack is unguardable.

Hearing only a miserable scream, Ye Gucheng's body suddenly fell down heavily, and there was another dark cloud on his snow-white clothes.

This is the soul chasing sand that the Tang family used to seal their throats when they saw blood.

In an instant, "Ye Gucheng" had lost his breath, his body was constantly twitching, and his death was extremely miserable.

Immediately, the audience was in an uproar.

Ye Gucheng... He's dead?

He didn't die under the Ximen Blowing Snow Sword, but he died under such a hasty sneak attack with a hidden weapon!

It's as simple as... He's dead?

Lu Xiaofeng came to the eaves at this moment, he couldn't bear it anymore, his face was full of grief, he was angry, and his eyes scanned around, trying to find the person who made the move.

And Simon Chuixue was silently silent with a sword, and his face was also not very good-looking.

"His face... Something is wrong. "

The one who opened her mouth was the demon girl Wanwan from the two factions and six sects of the Demon Gate.

She had been in Emperor Ying City for many days, so she naturally grabbed a good position in advance, and she really saw it.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned, stretched out his hand to the face of the corpse of "Ye Gucheng", and wiped it hard, and a layer of skin on his face was torn off by him.

It's an extremely intricately crafted human skin mask!

When it was revealed, the corpse revealed its true face, and it was a thin and ugly stranger with deeply sunken eyes.

Ye Gucheng had returned to the Central Plains after many years, and not many people in the rivers and lakes had seen him.

If it weren't for that, even if the disguise of this man in black was exquisite, he would never have escaped so many pairs of sharp eyes.

"This disguise... Is it Tsing Yi Lou!?"

Lu Xiaofeng's face instantly became extremely ugly.

As an old opponent who has always dealt with him, he is naturally very familiar with this technique.

Why did the people in the Tsing Yi Building pretend to be Ye Gucheng?

Where did the real Ye Gucheng go?

No one knew where the people from Ye Gucheng were, and no one thought that this Baiyun City Lord, who was famous all over the world and had unparalleled swordsmanship, would actually use a stand-in to fight the battle.

"You're here after all. "

In the empty hall, there was a sigh.

It seems to be a disappointment, it seems to be a pity.

"That's right, I'm here. "

A white-faced, slightly bearded, snow-white robe, with a pair of eyes that looked like two cold stars in the dark.

His face was white, neither pale nor miserable, but a white jade-like sparkling color.

His eyes weren't pitch black, but they were terrifyingly bright, like two cold stars.

He wore a crown of beads on a sandalwood seat in his dark hair, and his clothes were as white as snow.

He walked very slowly, and when he came up, it was like a king entering his court, and like a flying immortal in the sky, descending to the earth.

This is the real Ye Gucheng.

Not the sick ghost who died on the glazed tiles.

"Your Majesty is indeed resourceful. "

"Everyone felt that with the dignity of His Majesty as an emperor, it would be impossible to be subservient to others. "

"Your Majesty is building a lot of buildings, and everyone thinks that Your Majesty is on the stands, heavily guarded by the Royal Guards. "

"All eyes were on the duel on the eaves. "

"But they never thought of ......"

"Your Majesty is really hiding at the feet of the two powerful men, hiding in this Fengtian Palace. "

A young man who looked old and dressed as a scholar stood up leisurely beside Ye Gucheng.

It is the prince of the South King.

"You... Worthy of it?"

Above the main hall, the person sitting in the seat showed a sneer after looking at the visitors.

I saw the person on the throne, his face shrouded in shadows, and his body was faintly entangled with dragon energy.

It's just three words, but like a heavy hammer, it hit the heart of the prince of Nanwang.

He hadn't seen the light for a long time, and a trace of annoyance appeared on his pale face.

"Zhu Chongba, you... It's just a beggar!"

When he heard this, the man on the throne was not angry, but smiled contemptuously.

"What kind of prince will Xiangning?"

Hearing this, not only the prince of Nanwang, but even Ye Gucheng was stunned.

Soon, the peerless swordsman's eyes showed a bit of appreciation.

Perhaps such a person is worthy of assassination by his own reputation.

However, the man's next words made Ye Gucheng suddenly change color.

"Besides... Isn't it okay for you to call my father by his name like that?"

"You, you...... You're not the Dog Emperor?"

Nanwang Shizi was suddenly shocked, and pointed his finger at the person sitting on the dragon chair, his lips trembling.

"Why, it's me you're disappointed?"

The man on the throne got up leisurely and stepped out of the shadows, a playful smile.

Outside the hall, a touch of cold moonlight reflected on his handsome and somewhat childish face, and it was the eighteenth prince Zhu Ming!

"Zhu Ming?"

"How... How could it be you!?"

The prince of Nanwang was stunned, and his expression was full of disbelief.

From the very beginning, they learned about Emperor Hongwu's Li Dai Taozhuang's plan through Neiying.

What imperial dignity, what great construction?

It's all a disguise!

The person in the imperial chariot must not be the emperor himself.

It's just that powerful luck, how can it be imitated?

Zhu Ming, of course.

As the proposer of the grandstand plan, Nanwang's side naturally would not ignore this eighth prince. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

As a saint, and in the Ming Dynasty, his luck naturally cannot be low!

And he is only eight years old, but he is tall and proficient in martial arts.

He is the most perfect (BCCG) stand-in for Emperor Hongwu.

But he never expected that Zhu Ming would appear here now.

So who is in the Imperial Palace?

Is it the crown prince Zhu Biao?

It's impossible, he was obviously standing outside the palace with that group of princes!

The prince of Nanwang was about to go crazy at the moment, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

......

At this moment, Zhu Ming is not idle in his diary.

Click!

【/Candid Shooting】

[It's funny to see this kid scratching his ears and cheeks. 】

[I didn't expect it, it's my brother here!]

[Is the CPU burning?]

[Ah, my head is so itchy, it looks like my brain has grown!]

[But looking at his face, it's really a little underbeaten.] 】

[I should cry for a long time if I blow it up. 】

[Ahem, explain in advance.] 】

[I don't have an opinion about my emperor's father. 】

The women were shocked when they saw the updates in his diary.

Oh, my God!

Is this the prince of Nanwang?

It's too similar!

It's just carved out of a mold!

The point is that the face of a 60-year-old can grow in his twenties, which is a very magical thing!

Isn't this really the illegitimate son of Emperor Hongwu?

And the one next to him, isn't it Ye Gucheng?

So who is the one who just died on the eaves?

So he is now here to assassinate Emperor Hongwu, but he was deceived by Zhu Ming.

The key is how can this kid escape from Ye Gucheng's hands?

That's the Sword God of Baiyun City!

Not only Zhou Zhiruo, Wanwan, and Concubine Xuan who were at the scene, but also Ying Yue and Lianxing, who had just arrived at the gate of the imperial city-

Even the girls thousands of miles away were a little worried at the moment, Zhu Ming's comfort.

Shangguan Wan'er's face was a little ugly, Li Hanyi's brows were furrowed, and Wang Yuyan lowered her head and prayed silently.

Since this period of time, they have unconsciously become accustomed to it, and there is a life in which Zhu Ming chatters in his diary every day.

The days without diary updates are unimaginable.

At this time, there was a person with staggering steps but staring firmly at the Ying Emperor City in the distance.

"Wait for me..."

Her lips were black and purple, and her shoulder was wounded, stained red, faintly showing signs of poisoning.

It is the little dragon girl with the poison of the ice spirit silver needle in her body.

Since leaving the Tomb Sect that day, she settled her grandmother and came straight to the Ming Dynasty.

Although she didn't quite understand the inside story of these sword god duels that Zhu Ming wrote in his diary.

But she could see that Zhu Ming needed help.

So, here she comes.

......

Outside the Fengtian Temple.

In the stands.

Prince Zhu Biao opened the door of the imperial chariot and showed a smile.

"The eighteenth brother is really like a god. "

I saw that there was no one in the imperial chariot at all, only a crystal clear tourmaline containing the dragon spirit of the imperial road.

It is the heirloom jade seal of the Ming Dynasty!

Who said that if you have great luck, you have to be human?

The important weapon of the country is here, just like the presence of Emperor Hongwu.

"I really don't know the old eighteen, how did this head grow?"

"Martial arts are progressing rapidly, and ghost ideas are one after another. "

Zhu Di, the king of Yan on the side, smiled dumbly.

And the crown prince Zhu Biao also said with a smile.

"My father also trusts us a lot, and he is not afraid that we will rebel against this heirloom jade seal. "

When Zhu Di heard this, he immediately glanced at Zhu Biao.

"Father, is he relieved of us? He doesn't care at all. "

"Don't say that you want to usurp the throne, even if you, the prince, don't you believe that your father strangled you on the spot?"

Hearing this, Zhu Biao suddenly laughed dumbly.

These two are brothers, and they have come from the war years together, so it is naturally taboo to speak.

In fact, there is another reason for this.

Neither brother mentioned it.

That's—

As the founding monarch, the jade seal of one party is really just a jade seal for Zhu Yuanzhang.

His imperial authority never needed any tokens.

Civil and military officials, the people of Dawn believe that the person of Hongwu is the person, not the jade seal of the country.

This kind of country cannot be leveraged.

This is also why, even after hundreds of years in the original history, the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs-

There is also a group of people who write on the soles of their feet that they are against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty, and they spill their blood for this.

At this moment, everyone is thinking about a question.

Where is Emperor Hongwu?

But no one knows.

Not only Ji Gang, the commander of the Jinyi Guard, who pretended to be an escort in the stands, but also the iron gallant god Hou Zhu ignored it, and Cao Zhengchun, the superintendent of the East Factory, didn't know.

Even the princes Zhu Biao and Zhu Di don't know.

Only Zhu Ming in the Fengtian Hall knew at this moment.

Zhu Yuanzhang entrusted the jade seal of the country to Zhu Biao, but entrusted his safety to Zhu Ming, the eighteenth prince.

Among them, there are some intriguing.

However, at this moment, Zhu Ming didn't have time to think about this.

In the Temple of Fengtian.

The prince of Nanwang, who was annoyed and angry, stared at Zhu Ming on the throne viciously.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Catch Zhu Ming, you can also force Hong Wu to submit!"

The prince of Nanwang turned his head and roared at Ye Gucheng on the side.

Ye Gucheng, who was expressionless, glanced at him coldly.

"What are you?"

"Worthy to talk to me like that?"

The prince of Nanwang was shocked and angry, staring at Ye Gucheng and about to attack-

But he suddenly heard a snap of his fingers in his ears, and he felt a burst of warmth on the heavenly spirit.

The prince of Nanwang couldn't help but wipe the top of his head, and it was all red.

"Blood... Is this blood?"

With extremely frightened eyes, he first looked at Ye Gucheng, and then at Zhu Ming, who was holding Erlang's legs high above the throne.

"You... How dare you kill me?"

"No... You can't!"

"I am... I am the future emperor... You can't kill me!"

With the screams of the prince of Nanwang, his body began to crack from top to bottom from the center of his eyebrows, and it became two halves in an instant.

Ye Gucheng frowned and looked at Zhu Ming.

"A strong man like you should not be driven by waste. "

Zhu Ming grinned and smiled dangerously.

Ye Gucheng was silent.

What made him slow down was not Zhu Ming's words, but his action.