Martial Arts: 10,000 times return, accept Xiaolongnu as apprentice at the beginning

The shape of the dummy is similar to Zhu Wusi.

But what is frightening is that this mannequin is actually wearing a dragon robe!

It is not the dragon robe worn by kings and princes.

Instead, it is a true emperor's dragon robe embroidered with nine golden dragons and painted with mountains, rivers, the country, the sun, the moon and the stars.

Only the emperor can wear this bright yellow dragon robe.

Others should not even talk about getting involved; even if they own it, it would be a crime of disrespect.

It's no different from treason!

Even Zhu Wusi, a descendant of royal blood and a iron-hearted god who had made great contributions to the Ming Dynasty, would not be an exception.

But at this moment, Zhu Wusi no longer concealed his ambitions.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking greedily at the bright yellow dragon robe, as if there was a flame burning in his eyes.

"Su Xin, do you know?"

"I ordered the Xue family, the master of needlework, to secretly weave this dragon robe. Old Madam Xue of the Xue family sewed it herself, stitch by stitch, and it took three years to complete."

"But I waited for twenty years before I had enough confidence to wear this dragon robe."

Zhu Wusi seemed to be talking to someone, but it also seemed like he was whispering to himself.

"You all don't know that the throne was originally supposed to be occupied by my father, but in the end it was my uncle who used despicable means to seize the throne."

"Haha, the funny thing is that since my father, my father and I have become the owners of this damn Hulong Villa, and we exist to protect the imperial power."

"Hahaha, this is such a huge joke!"

"My father and I have spent two generations protecting our enemies. Is there anything more ridiculous than this?"

Zhu Wusi laughed out loud.

He laughed hysterically, like a madman, and even tears came out of his eyes.

After a long time, Zhu Wushi finally stopped laughing and said faintly:

"So, I want revenge!"

These words were like a volcano that erupted after being suppressed for decades. The resentment, hatred, and anger in them were enough to burn down the Forbidden City.

Zhu Wusi's eyes turned red, his hands were clenched, and a terrifying aura that was difficult to describe in words suddenly emanated from him.

It was as if an evil dragon that had been sleeping for a thousand years was awakening from its slumber, about to erupt with the most terrible rage and pour out its hatred on the world.

"From now on, I don't want to be a knife anymore, I want to be the one holding the knife!"

"The Emperor's throne originally belongs to my lineage. If that ignorant kid can sit on it, then why can't I, Zhu Wushi, sit on it?!"

Thinking of this, Zhu Wusi took a deep breath, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes.

"I will change my fate and go against the will of heaven!"

He no longer hesitated, and immediately stepped forward, tore off the dragon robe on the dummy, and put it on himself.

Once you wear the yellow robe, there is no way back.

Zhu Wusi has already decided to go down this path to the end.

With the dragon robe on, Zhu Wusi seemed to feel endless power surging into his body, and an indescribable pleasure quietly emerged in his heart.

"As the ancients said: He who has the strongest army and the most powerful horses is the emperor."

"From now on, I, Zhu Wusi, will be the only emperor of the Ming Dynasty!"

Chapter 425 Ximen Chuxue’s surprise!

Suburbs of Beijing.

In an ordinary inn.

Ximen Chuxue was sitting at the wooden table eating.

He was dressed in white as always, spotless, like an unchanging iceberg, full of the aura of "keep away from strangers".

The meals are simple.

There was only a meal and a dish on the wooden table.

The rice is the most ordinary white rice, and the dishes are just stir-fried vegetables without even any oil.

In contrast to Lu Xiaofeng, although Ximen Chuxue is also wealthy, he has been living a life like an ascetic monk over the years.

A bowl of rice and a jug of water.

Even the wine that most people in the world love so much.

He also never touches alcohol.

It's hard to imagine that a person could be so harsh on himself.

After all, with Ximen Chuxue's abilities, whether it is money, wealth, or beauty, everything that the world desires is at his fingertips.

However, in Ximen Chuxue's eyes, all this was just a passing cloud.

The only thing he cares about in this world is the sword.

Just like the plain sword on the table.

It is pitch black, long and narrow, and ancient, with a blade three feet and seven inches long and a net weight of seven pounds and thirteen ounces. It is a rare weapon in the world, emitting a chill as cold as an iceberg, just like its owner.

Although not many people died from this sword, each one of them was a top master.

Ximen Chuxue is not a bloodthirsty person.

He regarded killing as an art.

Just like his name.

Ximen Chuixue.

Gently blowing off the blood on the sword's edge was like a person returning home at night shaking off the snowflakes on his body.

What kind of person, or in other words, what kind of sword, is worthy of the stunning name Ximen Chuxue?

In comparison, even the word "Sword God" seems to pale in comparison.

In another twelve hours, it will be time for the final battle on the top of the Forbidden City.

I thought of the Lord of Baiyun City, who was also dressed in white and as lonely as snow.

Even Ximen Chuxue's usually calm heart was slightly rippled.

He is very clear.

He and Ye Gucheng are the same type of people.

Two equally stunning swordsmen, two equally sharp swords, they were destined to be rivals since the day they were born.

Ximen Chuxue carefully finished the last bite of rice and vegetable before putting down his chopsticks.

He always cherished food as much as he cherished his sword.

After eating, Ximen Chuxue planned to enter a meditative state, preparing to simulate the battle of tomorrow's shocking showdown in his mind.

For him, tomorrow's competition with Ye Gucheng will be both a battle and a test.

The winner is king.

The loser becomes the enemy.

There can only be one Sword God in this world.

Even someone as proud as Ximen Chuxue is not 100% sure of defeating Ye Gucheng, so he has to adjust himself to the best condition.

Just as Ximen Chuxue slowly closed his eyes, a slight sound of breaking through the air was heard quietly. Although it was extremely small, it still caught his attention.

Ximen Chuxue's eyes opened instantly, and two cold lights flashed, as if cold lightning was terrifying. Then, a slender hand that seemed to be carved out of white jade suddenly stretched out and caught the flying object in its hand.

After seeing clearly the appearance of the thing in his hand, even with Chu Liuxiang's temperament, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Is this... a paper butterfly!?".

Chapter 426 Ximen Chuxue and Ye Gucheng!

Late at night.

A paper butterfly quietly flew in from the window.

This kind of scene is undoubtedly a bit weird.

If it were someone else, they might even feel a little creepy.

It’s a pity that Ximen Chuxue still doesn’t know what fear is in his life.

Even if he really encountered the legendary Shura evil ghost, he would only draw his sword and would never feel the slightest fear.

"It seems that someone is sending me a message."

Ximen Chuxue narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not rush to open the paper butterfly. Instead, he looked out the window and examined it carefully.

After a moment, Ximen Chuxue opened his eyes and frowned.

"Within a hundred feet, there is no trace of warriors..."

"Weird."

After a moment's silence, Ximen Chuxue finally opened the paper butterfly in his hand.

A plain piece of white paper.

There are two lines of small characters written on it:

"On a full moon night, on the top of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, and a fairy flies from the sky."

"This was supposed to be a stunning battle that would go down in history, but unfortunately, there were villains causing trouble. I want to make this a good story, so please don't worry. I will participate in the battle as usual tomorrow, and I will take care of everything."

The signature does not indicate a life, only a Taoist name.

The son of immortality.

"I am a poor Taoist...I am a long-lived son..."

Ximen Chuxue's eyes fell on the signature at the end of the letter, with a look of inexplicable meaning in his eyes, and he muttered to himself:

"The person who delivered the message should be someone from the Taoist sect..."

"Eternal Son... I don't think I've heard of this name..."

After thinking for a moment, Ximen Chuxue's expression became increasingly cold, and his eyes became as sharp as a sword.

He was sure that he had never known any Taoist priest named Changshengzi.

But this person said in the letter that some villains would come to disrupt his fight.

This was something Ximen Chuxue could not tolerate.

He has been longing for this real showdown for a long time.

This stunning showdown on top of the Forbidden City cannot be disrupted by anyone.

Anyone who dares to stop it will end up being killed by the sword.

Ximen Chuxue took a deep breath and looked at the black sword on the table. The cold light in his eyes was sharper than the sword, like cold lightning. He muttered to himself:

"I hope the final battle tomorrow night will not disappoint me..."

"Changshengzi, no matter who you are, and no matter where those villains are from, whoever dares to stop me from fighting with swords will be my mortal enemy!"

...

at the same time.

On top of a pavilion in the capital.

Ye Gucheng, also dressed in white, stood at the highest point of the pavilion, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, a hint of sadness quietly revealed in his eyes.

He is the lord of Baiyun City, the world-famous Baiyun swordsman, and also a pitiful chess piece.

Tomorrow's battle with Ximen Chuxue was a duel he had been looking forward to for a long time.

It's a pity that this war is destined to become a dream.

Ye Gucheng sighed, and a rare look of sadness appeared on his handsome face. His eyes were full of regret, and he muttered to himself: