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At this point, a hint of fanaticism flashed across Yu Zheng's bleeding face. After following Zhu Moye for ten years, he had developed a blind trust in him.

Suddenly, the loud noise in the distance stopped, and dozens of Western Factory masters looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could rest, a ghostly figure appeared in an instant, followed by a soft laugh that echoed in the bushes.

"Haha, Xiao Zhengzi, you didn't disappoint me, so how could I disappoint you?"

Hey, yesterday it hit a new all-time low of just 300. Please help, otherwise where will I get the motivation...

Chapter 51 Smashing Duan Yu's Tombstone

Yu Zheng stared at Zhu Moye, who seemed like a divine soldier descending from the sky, in a daze, his eyes filled with mist.

The only thing that allowed them to desperately resist the attack of nearly 10,000 troops was their faith in the prince.

Zhu Moye arrived suddenly, and the troops stopped attacking instantly, making him feel like he had survived a disaster.

"Your Highness, you are finally here."

Yu Zheng hurried forward, his expression excited, and knelt on one knee, saying respectfully, "Little Zhengzi has fulfilled his mission and helped you guard Duan Yu's remains!"

The other dozens of eunuch masters who were still in a daze saw the governor kneeling down, and naturally knew who was in front of them.

They all knelt down on the ground in a hurry, but they were secretly shocked in their hearts. It took less than three days for him to rush to Dali from the capital to rescue them. Could he really be a banished immortal?

"Well done! When we return to the capital, I will reward you handsomely."

Zhu Moye patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Get up!"

Yu Zheng dusted himself off and quickly stood up, frowning in confusion. "Your Highness, my brothers from the Western Depot and I have been waiting here for your arrival. Everything has been going smoothly for a while now. I don't know what's going on today."

"Those armies outside are attacking us like crazy, but what happened in Dali?"

Zhu Moye nodded and told him what had happened one by one.

After a moment, Yu Zheng gathered his thoughts, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "You mean..."

He turned his head and glanced at the dozens of West Factory experts present, and whispered, "Is there a traitor among these people?"

Since Yu Zheng was appreciated by Zhu Moye, he must be smart. After sorting out his thoughts a little, he understood.

If there hadn't been a traitor among the people he brought with him, how would that bitch Wan Guifei have known that Zhu Moye was coming to Dali to look for Duan Yu's remains?

How could he arrange everything in advance, send troops to encircle them, instruct Zhou Qing to kill Xu Tan, and set up the Hongmen Banquet to wait for the prince to arrive?

who is it?

Yu Zheng's face was as gloomy as water. The dozens of people he brought with him were all his trusted confidants cultivated in the past ten years. Each of them was his right-hand man and had been given the eunuch's supreme secret book, the Sunflower Manual, so they were absolutely trustworthy.

He really couldn't figure out who among them would betray him.

"Don't think about it, it's him!"

Zhu Moye's indifferent voice entered his ears, and then his figure flashed, and the next second he moved behind Yu Zheng and grabbed a eunuch by the neck.

This eunuch was the one who had just persuaded Yu Zheng to abandon Duan Yu's tomb and retreat.

He was held in Zhu Moye's hand like a chicken, with something stuck in his throat. He looked terrified and cried out, but he couldn't say a word.

"Die!"

Zhu Moye's expression was stern. He didn't give him any time to speak. He applied a little force with his five fingers, and with a click, he crushed his throat, killing him completely.

"Your Highness, although this man has the intention to desert the battlefield, his crime does not deserve the death penalty, right?"

Yu Zheng watched his confidant, with whom he had been together for ten years, die in front of him. He thought that Zhu Moye was blaming him for wanting to escape, and he couldn't help but speak.

"You are still too young. When I arrived just now, everyone else looked stunned and stunned, obviously wondering how I could reach Dali so quickly."

"He was the only one who looked panicked and frightened. It was obvious that he had something to hide."

Zhu Moye casually tossed it to the ground, not even bothering to glance at it. He patted Yu Zheng on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Zhengzi, your ability to read people's expressions and assess the situation has reached perfection, but your understanding of the psychological changes represented by micro-expressions is far from enough."

"Little Zhengzi has learned his lesson."

Yu Zheng's face flushed red and he lowered his head in shame.

I have really become too proud of myself. After being the supervisor of the Western Factory for ten years, I have begun to doubt the prince's wisdom. I am far from being capable enough.

"Where is Senior Duan Yu's grave?"

After the trivial matters were settled and the dust settled, Zhu Moye went straight to the point.

"Your Highness, please follow me."

Yu Zheng responded respectfully, then leaped onto the grass dozens of meters away. He squatted down and dug his fingers into the grass. With a light shout, his internal energy gushed out, and the grass several meters thick rose from the ground.

A dark cave entrance appeared in the sunlight.

"Your Highness, Duan Yu is buried in this cave."

Yu Zheng looked excited and looked at Zhu Moye with joy.

The prince has not yet practiced internal skills, but he is already so powerful. If he inherits the martial arts from the previous dynasty's best master, how powerful will he become?

I'm afraid there is no one before and no one after?

Zhu Moye stared at the dark cave entrance infatuatedly, his hands shaking with excitement.

What he had dreamed of for ten years was finally obtained today!

It is better to act than to think. Only what you get is real.

Zhu Moye walked like a dragon and a tiger, like a meteor chasing the moon, exerting the fastest speed in his life. However, in an instant, his figure left a series of afterimages in the air.

The next second, he jumped into the cave without saying a word.

The body fell rapidly, and after a few seconds, it landed with a loud bang.

Falling straight down from a height of more than 20 meters, even Zhu Moye's legs felt slightly numb despite his strong physique. The ground beneath his feet kept cracking, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a spider web of cracks with a radius of ten meters.

Zhu Moye suppressed his anxious mood and began to look around.

With his eyesight, even in this dark underground, everything was as clear as day, and he could see everything at a glance.

More than ten meters ahead, there stood a stone tablet with a few large characters engraved on it in a bold and sharp style.

"To inherit my legacy, kowtow a thousand times!"

There is also a line of small characters below marking the Dali Duan family and the unfilial descendant Duan Yu.

Not far below the stone tablet, a slightly raised knocker wood was quietly placed there.

"Holy crap! This again?"

Zhu Moye couldn't help but swear. Duan Yu, this old pervert, kowtowed a thousand times when he obtained the Xiaoyao Taoist tradition, and he actually wanted future generations to taste the pain he suffered back then.

This is simply unreasonable. Can't you just pass on a hundred or eighty years of internal energy like Xiaoyaozi did?

The originally excited expression gradually turned into calmness.

A man’s knees are made of gold, if he doesn’t kneel to heaven and earth, he will kneel to his parents!

He is the emperor and has never knelt. It is impossible to ask him to kowtow a thousand times!

Zhu Moye walked up to the stone tablet, twisted his spine suddenly, and punched like thunder, exploding into the air repeatedly and smashing into the stone tablet in an instant.

"Humph, you want me to kneel? I'll find the thing even if I have to destroy your cave!"

Chapter 52 Finally got the inheritance!

Zhu Moye was stunned when he heard this.

The stone tablet was clearly shattered by his punch, but why did he suddenly feel resistance, as if he had hit a diamond?

He quickly looked over and saw a piece of meteorite with a faint glow standing in the stone tablet. Judging from its decoration, it was actually a long box.

"Oh my god, I even found a treasure."

Zhu Moye immediately reached out and pulled the iron box out of the ground, took a deep breath, and slowly opened it.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed, and a cassock inlaid with gold thread and jade belt appeared in front of the eyes. On the cassock, there was a piece of paper covered with small words.

He was not in a hurry to take out the cassock. Instead, he reached out and picked up the rice paper, and shifted his attention to the small words on it.

"Congratulations, my friend! Your courage has earned you the most powerful orthodoxy in the world. If you truly pursue martial arts, even if you kowtow a thousand times, you will return empty-handed."

Damn, you're a masochist. You won't give away your martial arts secrets until someone smashes your tombstone.

When Zhu Moye saw the first line, he secretly complained, feeling powerless to complain, and then continued reading.

"I have been a coward all my life. When Yuyan left, I didn't have the courage to find her. Instead, I became increasingly depressed and eventually became a monk, a lifelong regret."

"My life has been filled with adventures. When I was young, I stumbled upon the Xiaoyao Sect's lineage, accidentally ate the Manggu Red Clam, and unintentionally learned the family's unique Six Meridians Divine Sword technique..."

Even though he knew the plot of Tian Long Ba Bu, Zhu Moye couldn't help but marvel at it for a while. Duan Yu was really the template of the protagonist.

He has no intention of practicing martial arts, but instead goes out to pick up supreme secret manuals, wrestles and eats magical objects, and can even learn the unprecedented Six Meridians Divine Sword while sleeping. What makes people even more envious and jealous is that he is simply a crazy maniac for fucking girls!

Not only did he encounter various adventures in martial arts, but he also had a lot of romantic luck, and all the girls he met were his sisters. He was much happier than his father Duan Zhengchun.

However, what was more tragic was that after being with him for a few years, his lifelong love Wang Yuyan discovered that she only felt a sense of security towards Duan Yu, and that she still loved Murong Fu, and then Duan Yu was doomed to tragedy.

Disheartened, he became a monk and stayed in Tianlong Temple for the rest of his life until his death.

Zhu Moye sighed. No wonder Duan Yu would never pass on the inheritance to a spineless person who kowtowed a thousand times. He hated his cowardice and lost Wang Yuyan all his life. How could he pass on the inheritance to someone he hated?

"As I approached my old age, my skills became increasingly refined. I had mastered the hundreds of years of skills I had absorbed in my youth, and was hailed as the world's greatest master. Haha, this is the only achievement in my life that future generations can praise."

"A few days ago, a young man carrying a heavy black iron sword came to Tianlong Temple and challenged me. I was originally pure-hearted and had no intention of fighting, but I discovered that there was a karmic connection between him and me, and I had to end it."

"That young man is incredibly talented and has already defeated all the masters in the martial arts world. Even I have far less combat experience than him. Within a hundred moves, I was already at a disadvantage with my skills. I used my family's unique skill, the Six Meridians Divine Sword, but I didn't expect that he could glimpse the secrets of the Six Meridians Divine Sword during the fight. He broke through on the spot and gained an epiphany about the invisible and colorless sword. Within ten moves, I was defeated by him."

"After this battle, I am old and have fought so hard that I have damaged my lifespan. I will soon pass away. My second brother, Xu Zhu, also died in the Western Xia coup several years ago. Before his death, he passed on half of his inheritance to me, and told me that the Xiaoyao Sect's peerless tradition must not be lost in our hands. I have found a quiet place and recorded the Xiaoyao Sect's traditions in my cassock, waiting for the right person to come."

"Haha, life is short. No matter how great your martial arts skills are, you will eventually turn into dust. My descendants, cherish the people around you. Remember this!"

The letter ends here with a sentence that seems to show disillusionment with the world, but is actually bitter and sad.

After reading the letter, Zhu Moye fell silent for a moment.

Even though Duan Yu was such a powerful man, he was not happy in his life and regretted it until his death.

Why was he pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts so much? Was he pursuing immortality?

Can I do it? If immortality is really just empty talk, wouldn't my life of hard work be a joke?

"No! No matter how powerful the predecessors are, they will be surpassed by the successors. I have cultivated both my inner and outer selves, integrating thousands of years of Chinese martial arts experience. Sooner or later, I will surpass Duan Yu, and even surpass Xiaoyao Sect's founder, Xiaoyaozi!"

"Immortality is not a dream. Even the King of Hell cannot take away the youth of the one I love!"

Zhu Moye's confused eyes instantly became clear and resolute.

When practicing Chinese martial arts, the most important thing is to have a martial arts heart, be fearless, fearless, and unafraid!

A mere inner demon can never shake his heart of steel!

"Haha, he can defeat Duan Yu, who has mastered hundreds of years of martial arts, with just a few moves. He is still a young man carrying a heavy black iron sword. He must be Dugu Qiubai, right?"

All the clues described in the letter point to the most famous and mysterious figure in Jin Yong's novels, Dugu Qiubai!

The comprehension of the invisible and colorless sword intent from the Six Meridians Divine Sword is probably related to the swordless state of Dugu Qiubai in his prime.

"As expected of countless people's idol, he's determined to be defeated!"

Zhu Moye exclaimed sincerely, and his understanding of the powerfulness of this legendary figure reached a new level.

However, there was not much worship in his eyes. He believed that it would not be long before he could catch up with or even surpass Dugu Qiubai.

Immediately, the powerful force in his hand shook slightly, breaking the rice paper into pieces and scattering them all over the ground.

Then he cast his gaze on the golden robe with a burning expression.

The cassock that recorded the union of Xu Zhu and Duan Yu and completed the Xiaoyao Sect's Taoist lineage was now within his reach.

Zhu Moye reached out and took the cassock out of the box, spread it out on the ground, and read the small words on the cassock intently, memorizing them in his mind:

Bei Ming Divine Art, Ling Bo Wei Bu, Six Meridians Divine Sword, Xiao Wu Xiang Gong, Sound Transmission and Soul Searching Technique, Eternal Spring Art, Tian Shan Zhe Mei Hand...

Chapter 53: A heaven-defying technique!

"Holy crap! The "I Am the Only One in the Eight Desolations and Six Directions" skill is even recorded. I'm going to make a killing!"