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

Chapter 213 You are a true martial artist in the world, the fourth master’s disciple
In the 30th year of Zhengzheng, Emperor Yuan died in Yingchang, and the whole city was in mourning. Taiwei Wanzhe and the envoy Guanyinnu took the order and jointly handled the emperor's funeral matters. According to the laws of his ancestors, the Yuan Emperor should be "buried in the chariot valley and in the tombs of other emperors." However, because his reign was over, he had to choose another burial place to rest his soul.

Fourth Master Zhu accompanied Queen Qi slowly back to Xingsheng Palace. The palace door closed, and Empress Qi waved her hand to reject the eunuchs and maids on the left and right. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, revealing a sneer: "The emperor has passed away after all, and now it is my son's turn to ascend the throne."

Fourth Master Zhu bowed his head and said: "At that time, the empress will be respected as the queen mother, and her mother will be honored by the world."

Queen Qi's beautiful eyes turned around and she looked at him affectionately: "My beloved, after the crown prince ascends the throne, I will definitely entrust you with important responsibilities. You will be the pillar of the imperial court."

Fourth Master Zhu looked strange.

Why do I feel like I am Lao Ai? Getting together with the emperor's mother will not end well.

"Hey, who was the old Imperial Master just now?" he asked tentatively.

Empress Qi's expression suddenly became solemn and her brows furrowed: "His name is Zha Ba Zhuang. He was the first Imperial Master and a contemporary of Emperor Shengwu. I saw his portrait when I entered the palace. It was impressive. He...he He must be over a hundred years old, how come he’s still alive?”

Fourth Master Zhu frowned.

Emperor Shengwu was referring to Genghis Khan, and this Zhaba Zhuang was actually the national preceptor at that time. He was almost two hundred years old, right? However, it’s not surprising that he lived a long life. That Wu Yu wasn’t from that era?
He said in a deep voice: "This person's strength is unfathomable, and he is definitely not an easy person to deal with."

"Don't be impulsive!" Fourth Master Zhu quickly waved his hand to signal him to calm down. "We have to make a decision before we act to ensure that we hit the target with one strike. That Zha Bazhuang is an old fox who is almost 200 years old and is unfathomable. We must not underestimate the enemy and rush forward. Get in there yourself."

"Master!" Zhang Xuansu turned around after hearing this, with a look of surprise on his face.

It's late at night and the moon is like water.

"Xuan Su?" he shouted softly.

The evil Zhaba Zhuang and the national master Ba Siba were suspended in the air, their eyes fixed on the strange stone formation below. In the formation, the bright yellow energy is continuously injected like a trickle, making the formation set up in the dark night like a dormant dark beast, ready to devour anything that intrudes into its territory at any time.

When Emperor Yuan dies, the government and the public will be shaken. King Qi Wang Baobao will definitely take action. Should he continue to confront the Ming army, or should he take the opportunity to lead the army back to the court and participate in the next battle for the throne? All this is full of variables.

So, Fourth Master Zhu told the story of Zhabazhuang in detail. A sharp cold light flashed in Zhang Xuansu's eyes, and he said coldly: "It turns out that this old thief gave the master the acupuncture. My disciple will definitely avenge the master."

Fourth Master Zhu obediently hugged her slender waist and promised in a low voice: "I obey the order."

"It's great that you are here." Fourth Master Zhu smiled happily, "I have found an enemy for my master, but there is no chance of winning alone. But with our master and disciple joining forces, we should be able to win."

Fourth Master Zhu's movement was as light as a ghost, quietly passing over the high wall of the palace, and arriving outside the palace in the blink of an eye. He quickly walked through the silent streets and returned to his mansion. As he flew down, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the yard.

The master is good at everything, but he is just an old pervert. The word "sex" has a knife in your head, and you will suffer big losses sooner or later.

Zhang Xuansu: "!!!"

After Empress Qi in his arms fell into a sweet dream, Fourth Master Zhu stood up carefully. He had to leave the palace to deliver the shocking news of Emperor Yuan's death to the Jin Yiwei, so that they could quickly spread it to Beiping City.

He thought to himself, I haven't sucked all your luck yet, how could I leave?
……

He secretly thought that by chance, his great disciple's cultivation had greatly increased. He even practiced in Tao Zang for a period of time, and his current cultivation might have surpassed his own. With his help, there should be a better chance of winning against Nazha Bazhuang.

……

Queen Qi held his hand tightly, with a hint of worry in her eyes: "During this period, you need to stay in the palace to accompany me. Only with you by my side can I feel at ease."

Zhang Xuansu nodded, holding the sword tightly in his hand, with a cold look in his eyes.

"Yes, the queen can't sleep without me." Fourth Master Zhu spread his hands.

Qin Tianjian, in the courtyard.

Fourth Master Zhu first told him that he would take Zhu Di to the dark spot of Jinyiwei tomorrow to pass on the news of Emperor Yuan's death and spread it to Peking as soon as possible. Zhang Xuansu wrote them down one by one and asked doubtfully: "Master, do you want to go back to the palace?"

"Empress Qi cunningly used Concubine Shu's hands to poison His Majesty, and the Great Shaman was kept in the dark. She thought her conspiracy was unnoticed." A sneer appeared at the corner of Basiba's lips, "However, they were just It’s a chess piece in our hands, everything is under our control.”

"Your Majesty passed away, and his luck was just the right to activate this formation." Zha Bazhuang said calmly, "Everything is ready. Now we are waiting for the Ming Dynasty Emperor to enter the battle."

"Master, there will be no accidents this time." Basiba looked confident.

"You still have to be careful." Zhaba Zhuang's expression changed slightly, "Back then, I thought it was foolproof, but who would have thought that a dead person actually came back to life."

"It's really unbelievable." Basiba snorted, "This time, we can't let him escape."

"The nights are long and there are many dreams, so don't hesitate." Zha Ba Zhuang ordered coldly, "Lure him here as soon as possible. I will help you in secret. This time, we must succeed in one fell swoop and turn the world around. In this way, Dayuan's Luck will completely overtake the Ming Dynasty, and it will be just around the corner to conquer the Central Plains again in the future. "Yes!" Basiba responded, his face full of excitement and expectation.

Suddenly, there was a faint fluctuation in the void. Basi Ba did not notice this subtle difference, but Zha Ba Zhuang suddenly turned around and shouted: "Who is there!"

As the voice echoed, a figure seemed to slowly walk out from the depths of the void, it was Zhang Xuansu. He held a long sword, glanced across the entire courtyard, and said coldly: "Such an evil formation will definitely suffer divine punishment!"

Basiba was secretly shocked that he didn't notice this person's arrival. He exchanged a look with Zha Ba Zhuang, then flashed and flew towards Zhang Xuansu.

The long sword in Zhang Xuansu's hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and the sword body shone with brilliant light and soared into the sky. He swung the sword in an extremely plain manner, but the sword energy was extremely terrifying and swept towards Basiba.

Basiba was shocked and felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. He stepped back repeatedly, trying to avoid the sharp sword energy.

"Who are you?" Basiba asked in horror. He has never encountered such a strong opponent, and he was forced to retreat with just one sword strike.

"Zhang Xuansu, a poor Taoist, is the eldest disciple of Fourth Master Zhu." Zhang Xuansu pointed his sword.

"Go to hell!" Basiba's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and his palms also turned dark red. He frantically mobilized the power in his body, stretched out both palms, and pounced on Zhang Xuansu again.

Zhang Xuansu's expression remained unchanged and he slashed out with his sword. The sword energy roared like a dragon, instantly breaking through the defense in front of Basiba. A sharp sword energy streaked through the air, making a screeching sound.

Basiba's chest was scratched by the sword energy, leaving a deep wound. The flesh and blood were turned out, and his chest was stained red with blood. There was a sense of panic in his heart. He had not experienced this kind of suffocation and fear of dying for many years.

At this moment, he was really scared.

……

"Zhang Xuansu?"

Zha Bazhuang spoke, his abyss-like eyes swept across Zhang Xuansu, and hummed, "Others can't see it, but I can still see that you are over a hundred years old."

"Aren't you almost two hundred years old?" Zhang Xuansu's cold eyes fell.

His cold eyes met Zhabazhuang's, without flinching. He had met countless masters, but the person in front of him made him feel an indescribable sense of oppression. He did not take action rashly, because he knew that the purpose of coming here today was to shock the other party and let them know that he was Master Zhu's apprentice.

"Such cultivation!" Zha Bazhuang smiled faintly, with a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes, "It reminds me of a person. Back then, Wen Tianxiang passed down his lifelong cultivation to a child. That person is you, right?"

Zhang Xuansu was slightly startled, but he didn't expect that the other party recognized his identity. He took a deep breath and admitted frankly: "Exactly! Zhang Junbao, a poor man, came here today to fight with the seniors."

"Zhang Junbao?" Basiba frowned, "Are you the legendary master in the Ming Dynasty - Jun? The king of kings?"

"It's Pindao." Zhang Xuansu nodded slightly, looking calm.

Zha Bazhuang's eyes were fixed on Zhang Xuansu, and he was secretly frightened because he couldn't tell the depth of Zhang Xuansu at all. He spread his hands and said calmly on the surface: "How about we change the time? Call your master here and settle all the grudges at once!"

Zhang Xuansu thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Okay!"

Zhabazhuang was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect the other party to agree so readily. He couldn't help but have a doubt in his heart, and he always felt that something was wrong. However, Zhang Xuansu had already flown away and disappeared into the night sky.

Basiba was anxious and quickly came to Zhaba Zhuang: "Master, let him go just like that? We are two against one, and we have every chance to kill him."

Zha Bazhuang shook his head slightly, with a solemn expression: "If he is really the child left by Wen Tianxiang, then he is a real martial artist in the world and is not easy to kill. We need to take a long-term approach."

Basiba was even more shocked when he saw his master was so fearful. His master's cultivation level was that of a land god. When had he ever been so fearful of a person?

……

The next day.

Zhang Xuansu followed Zhu Di to the dark spot of Jinyiwei and conveyed the news of Emperor Yuan's death to Jinyiwei. Ding Xiu heard this and shouted in surprise: "Emperor Yuan is dead? That's great."

Zhu Di was angry: "He is useless! What is the difference between death and immortality?"

Zhang Xuansu on the side shook his head: "There is a difference. If he dies, it means that Bei Yuan Qi has been exhausted."

Zhu Di nodded as if he understood, and said to Ding Xiu: "Send a message to Peiping quickly, so that my father will be happy as well."

(End of this chapter)