From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 36: The Great Sage among Demons, wreaking havoc in the sky!
Xiangshan City, government office.

Ever since Zhu Tiandu led his men to successfully raid Xiangshan, this place has become his solitary residence for cultivation. Without being summoned, only Zhu Polong can enter here to meet the Dragon King.

Although no one among the thirty-six ships dared to offend the Dragon King's majesty and overstep the line, in secret, there were still countless pairs of eyes staring at this place, watching the Dragon King's every move.

"My subordinates are becoming less and less aware of the rules."

Inside the government office, in an antique study, Zhu Polong was arranging the four treasures of the study on the desk.

While complaining, he ground the ink carefully, then took out a piece of Kaihua paper used by the imperial court, reached out and took a small cone-shaped brush with a green bamboo handle from the coral pen holder.

This small cone-shaped pen was extremely thin, only as thick as half of Zhu Polong's finger. When he held the pen, he only used two fingers to hold it, just like picking up an embroidery needle.

It was unbelievable that such a tall and strong man like him, who was more than a head taller than an ordinary man, would behave like a scholar. He didn't even use a big brush to splash ink, but held a delicate small awl in his hand.

Zhu Polong did these things calmly and without any awkwardness. He placed the rice paper on the table, blew on the tip of the pen, and then dipped it in the inkstone.

Zhu Tiandu was walking in circles with his eyes closed in this study, waving his hands in a circle. When he heard these words, he did not open his eyes, but just practiced his boxing while saying calmly:

"They don't have the guts anyway, so it's okay to take a look."

Although he said so, Zhu Polong could still hear some regret in his adoptive father's tone.

He knew that this was because Zhu Tiandu, a warmongering element, had been holding back for so many years, and once he made a move, he could no longer suppress his will to fight, and he couldn't help itching to fight, so he shook his head and said:

"You are still injured, so you should just stay quiet for now."

Zhu Tiandu did not reply, but continued to punch with his eyes closed, but his speed was a little faster, causing a strong wind that blew the paper in front of Zhu Polong off the table.

——The old man has become more and more childish over the years.

Zhu Polong shook his head, sighed inwardly, and raised his wrist to hold the pen nonchalantly, the tip of the pen passing across the paper.

This stroke was like a mountain rising up, stilling the chaotic wind and making the paper suddenly flat and sticking to the table.

After the pen tip touched the paper, Zhu Polong only used his index finger to press against the tail of the small cone pen, without moving the skin or flesh, with the large tendon protruding from the skin. He only used this tendon to exert force and move the pen tip.

Since the tendon connecting the left chest to the arm was severed by Xu Xing, Zhu Polong usually practiced in this way, relying only on one tendon to interpret many subtle changes in strength.

He put one hand behind his back, pressed the pen with his index finger, and swung his wrist, causing the sleeves piled on his wrist to sway like the surface of a lake wrinkled by the spring breeze.

If you ignore Zhu Polong's tall and mighty stature and hideous face, this look is even somewhat beautiful.

Few people know that this "Crocodile God of the Four Seas" also came from a scholarly family. He was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was a truly talented person.

His wrist moved flexibly and eight statues of gods with different appearances gradually emerged under his brush.

Although there are only eight simple outlines drawn by lines, there is still a kind of extremely strong and oppressive pressure, as if a group of gods in armor and weapons came on the clouds and gathered in the sky, eager to break through the paper and subdue the evil spirits in the world.

Feeling this breath, Zhu Tiandu finally stopped his boxing. He came over, looked at the painting, and exclaimed:
"If the painting is good, the shape is 10 points, and the spirit is at least 70 to 80 points."

The Prince Baolong who was rumored to be seriously injured and on the verge of death now did not look sick at all, except that his face looked a little pale.

He nodded and then shook his head:
"Although the formation of Qi Yuanjing and Yu Xujiang is inspired by the Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons, it is a magnificent formation of military strategists. You can never fully describe its beauty by interpreting it with words."

Speaking of this, Zhu Tian frowned and said with some dissatisfaction:

"Poetry, songs, calligraphy and painting are but minor arts, and are of no benefit to life. Only boxing and alchemy are the grand way to cultivate both life and death. With your aptitude, if you can focus on boxing, why can't you 'punch into the void' now?"

Zhu Polong didn't like what he heard. Now that they were getting along, he was too lazy to put on a respectful and flattering attitude. He raised his eyebrows and said casually:
"I can't learn the way you do."

Zhu Tiandu sighed:

"You, you just read too many books when you were young. If you were like me, you would be so happy now."

Although Zhu Tiandu looks like a learned scholar who is well-versed in classics and likes to show off his sexuality, he actually has only half a bottle of ink in his head and is a rough, rude, and even brutal warrior at heart.

It is precisely the fierce and barbaric Zhu Polong who is actually a man of inner talent and literary talent, who can compose poems and songs with ease.

However, this person is used to hiding his shortcomings and is unwilling to easily show his ambitions in front of others, which is why he is mistaken for a vulgar warrior.

Zhu Polong rolled his eyes and said perfunctorily:
"That's because my son is unlucky. He can study from birth."

Zhu Tiandu shook his head and said earnestly:

"If you read too much, your mind will become distracted and impure, and it will be difficult to concentrate on one thought."

Zhu Polong finally raised his head and looked directly at his adoptive father.

Involving his own boxing spirit and boxing philosophy, even in front of the person he respected the most in the world, Zhu Polong did not retreat at all and pointed directly at the person in charge:
"Godfather, you have your ambitions, and I have mine. It's hard to say which road will lead to the end."

It was not until this moment that this giant, who had always maintained the demeanor of a scholar, truly revealed the spirit of the "Crocodile God of the Four Seas."

Hearing this, Zhu Tiandu was not angry at all. Instead, he clapped his hands and laughed, praising:

"Yes, this is my son's spirit.

Being able to insist on your own opinion so stubbornly in front of me means that you are one step closer to me."

Zhu Tiandu's tone was just like he was encouraging a baby who had just learned to walk.

He was indeed truly delighted and happy, but this emotion, which was almost like pity, revealed a completely arrogant attitude.

Looking at this successor and opponent whom he had personally trained, Zhu Tian smiled brightly.

But his eyes were extremely serious, and he spoke word for word:
"Come along slowly. When the day comes when you are truly qualified to stand before me, I will let you know who is right and who is wrong."

Before being a father, Zhu Tiandu is first and foremost a warrior, and a warrior who sticks to his own way and never wavers, and is extremely confident!
Zhu Polong could naturally feel these emotions, but there was no distracting thoughts in his mind. He just raised his eyebrows and grinned.

"I believe that day will not be too far away."

His eyebrows were already thick and slanted into his temples, and with this raised eyebrow, he looked unruly and ferocious.

The sunlight shines through the window frame, fragmented and bright, floating like ripples on the water.

But when the light fell into the eyes of the two people, it did not seem warm. Instead, it was like flowing magma, emitting a thrilling heat.

The warm atmosphere in the room just now was immediately torn to pieces by the warrior's vicious fangs, but the two of them did not feel uncomfortable at all.

——This is how they, father and son, get along with each other on a daily basis.

There is not only the blood-thicker-than-water kinship between real father and son, but also the pure fighting consciousness of a warrior.

After staring at each other for a while, Zhu Tiandu laughed and said:

"However, before that, you still have a hurdle to overcome. I was able to defeat Yue Lao Er in the past. It doesn't make sense that I should lose to his disciple after adopting him as my adopted son, right?" Hearing this ridicule, Zhu Polong did not show any resentment. He lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and then gave an accurate evaluation:
"That man is indeed the most difficult opponent I have ever encountered since I started learning martial arts. His boxing skills and physique are not that great, but his spiritual perception is extremely sharp, and his aura is even more domineering and almost arrogant."

After hearing this, Zhu Tiandu also stopped joking, rubbed his chin, and said in a deep voice:

"On the road of martial arts, having a strong enough opponent to sharpen each other's skills is a great opportunity that all martial artists in the world would love to have.

After all, he is also Yue Lao Er's apprentice, why not just keep him alive and let him serve as a whetstone for you. "

Zhu Polong recalled the man's proud expression, shook his head, and said firmly:
“Although that man is Second Master’s apprentice, he is even more aloof and arrogant than Second Master. People like him will definitely hinder our great plans.

It would be best if my foster father took action himself, and I stayed by his side to completely cut off his chances of survival. That would be best."

Work is work, and boxing is boxing. Zhu Polong has always been very clear about this. He will never leave any trouble for the big things he is about to do just to hone his boxing skills.

This is the biggest difference between him and Zhu Tiandu.

After hearing the advice from his adopted son, Zhu Tiandu, who was always considered by the outside world to be stubborn and self-willed, easily changed his mind and nodded:
"Okay, I'll do as you say."

People don’t know that Zhu Tiandu actually has an indifferent attitude towards many things in the world, and many of the "decisive" orders were issued by Zhu Polong in his name.

Because the vision of Prince Baolong was so high and far-reaching, as far as he could see, apart from the peak of martial arts that stood high in the clouds and beyond the sky, there were only a handful of opponents.

Therefore, Zhu Tiandu naturally would not take Xu Xing, the new master, seriously. To him, whether to kill him or let him go was a two-pronged decision.

Since Zhu Polong said he wanted to kill him, Zhu Tiandu naturally would not raise any objections.

At this moment, Zhu Tiandu suddenly looked outside the courtyard gate. He narrowed his eyes and hummed in surprise.

Although Zhu Polong did not have Zhu Tiandu's high level of "knowing without seeing or hearing", he could also hear the noise coming from afar.

Hearing the familiar and hurried footsteps, he frowned:

"It's Xiaoliu. It must be something urgent if you receive a letter at this time."

At this moment, Zhu Tiandu returned to his previous state of tranquility, as quiet as a god and oblivious to all emotions.

He spoke calmly, but his voice was as ethereal as an imperial decree from the palace in heaven.

"Another fellow has passed away. Let's go out and take a look."

"Ok?"

When Zhu Polong heard this, a look of shock flashed across his face. He knew very well that the person who could be called a "peer" by his adoptive father was at least a senior master who had already touched the state of "punching into the void".

Such people are probably more numerous than you can count on two hands in the world. How could one of them fall so easily?
Zhu Polong didn't think too much and rushed out of the door. A strong wind blew up, vibrating the window frame, and the picture of the Eight Divine Generals also flew up.

As soon as the paper fell to the ground, Zhu Polong turned back to the study. In his hand was a letter that he had just opened. There were only a few simple lines in the letter, but the content was extremely shocking.

Zhu Tiandu took it and looked at it, and couldn't help laughing out loud:
"Interesting, I remember that kid Mingshan said a few days ago that he would go to Southern Shaolin to ask for help for us, but now, his entire family has been killed.

"He killed more than a dozen great boxers and a Wheel King all by himself. Yue Lao Er's disciple is really amazing."

Zhu Polong knew very well that his adoptive father had always been a person who looked down on others. The fact that he even mentioned two of them as amazing showed how important that person was in his eyes.

——How come this guy’s boxing skills have improved so quickly?

Although Zhu Polong was defeated last time, he believed that his injuries were at least 30% of the reason. Although he would not use this as an excuse, it was an objective fact after all.

But now looking at Xu Xing's record, even with his confidence and ambition, he still felt unbelievable.

——Is this person really a rare genius that will never appear in this world?
But soon, Zhu Polong noticed another thing. He frowned and asked in confusion:

"Why did he suddenly attack Southern Shaolin?"

Zhu Tiandu said indifferently:
"He killed the official and injured you. He still wants to make a difference in this chaotic situation. He must have found another place to roam. Maybe he has set his sights on the people here and wants to take over."

Zhu Tiandu's speculation was full of the aura of a simple mountain king, but it also had an inexplicable convincing meaning, because he had really done such a thing.

As soon as Zhu Polong recalled Xu Xing's face, he felt that this matter was a bit strange. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was possible, so he simply stopped thinking about it and just nodded:

“However, this is also an opportunity. If he attacks Shaolin like this, it will take time for him to recruit the monks there.

We can take this opportunity to integrate the power of the Japanese Kingdom and attack Taizhou City with a powerful formation.

Although this old dog Lu Fang has come to Taizhou, he certainly doesn't dare to take risks personally because of the defeat at Xiangshan. Instead, he wants to stay in Taizhou and guard against our assassination again."

At this point, Zhu Polong showed a smile as if he was in command of a strategy and shook his head slowly. Although he was shirtless, he looked a bit like an official with a feather fan and a royal turban.

"The combination of the positive and the odd is the way to victory in military strategy."

Zhu Tiandu didn't pay attention to these. He just turned his head and looked far away in the direction of Southern Shaolin, his eyes full of anticipation.

Whoever wants to stop me, just stand in front of me!

The news that Xu Xing single-handedly broke through Southern Shaolin and killed more than a dozen great boxers and a grandmaster in battle, of course, was not only spread to Xiangshan City.

After all, looking around the world, master-level experts are rare.

The death of every great master would cause turmoil in the martial arts world for a while, not to mention that Southern Shaolin, which was conquered after the death of this master, is the undisputed leader of the southeastern martial arts world.

Grandmasters are rare, but there are always a few of them in every era. And how many great masters like Southern Shaolin have been seen in the past thousand years?

Since the establishment of Southern Shaolin, it has experienced prosperity and decline, but it has never been invaded and massacred like this.

For a time, the world was in turmoil, and countless eyes from all over the nine provinces were cast towards this southeastern land where disputes were raging.

Overtly or covertly, countless forces heard the news and took action. Based on the information, they changed their original deployment in the southeast and began to collect information about this new master as much as they could.

Soon, a piece of intelligence prepared by Xu Wei himself, which was convincing enough to be mistaken for the real thing, was placed in front of the leaders of all the major forces in the world.

——When he was young, he practiced boxing with Yue Daohai. When he was a teenager, he went to Luzon and Siam alone to practice boxing. After the sea turmoil, he returned to his hometown. He ran a martial arts school in public, but secretly did a business of robbing thieves with no profit. Before he became a master, he escaped from the hands of the "Crocodile God of the Four Seas".

After being silent for several years due to injuries, he finally rose up because of the issue of changing rice to mulberry. He sneaked into Hangzhou alone, caused a big commotion in the Neisi Yamen, killed two third-rank officials, and defeated the three great masters of Black Stone by fighting one against three.

He encountered the "Crocodile God of the Four Seas" outside Taizhou City and defeated him in battle. A few days later, he broke into Southern Shaolin alone and killed more than ten great boxers and a mysterious master whose origins were unknown.

Three days later, the identity of the grandmaster was revealed. He turned out to be the Chakravartin who once led the Black Stone Organization and wreaked havoc on the martial arts world.

Such a brilliant achievement has truly attracted the attention of the world.

Since he also practiced the "Dapeng Mingwang Fist" and his style was even more cruel and violent than that of his master, the martial arts world respectfully called him "Hundang Qingtian" based on the name of the legendary great sage among monsters.

(End of this chapter)