Chapter 136: Peking Military Daily

Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang Sect, is known as Zhang Shenxian and Sanfeng's ancestor.

Xiao Fan really didn't expect that the legendary Zhang Sanfeng was like this, which made him feel a little disappointed. Originally, he thought that Zhang Sanfeng should be at least a tall and mighty, floating and ecstatic, and was indifferent to the world. He looked at all living beings with a calm and loving look on his face, but he really didn't expect that Zhang Sanfeng was so violent and suffered from a certain degree of Alzheimer's disease...

The idol monument in my heart collapsed again.

Well, no matter how violent it is, it is my master. Who said that I was too stupid at the time and was fooled by that old guy Taixu into the Wudang Sect?

Xiao Fan looked at Zhang Sanfeng countless times, and finally felt that Master Sanfeng was much more reliable than that old guy Taixu. Not to mention anything else, his fairy-like appearance alone added a lot of points to him. At first glance, it made people feel trust from the bottom of their hearts. Unlike Taixu, who looks vulgar and sneaky, it made people think that he is an old liar in the world, - in fact, he is indeed an old liar in the world.

After the junior brother finished the fight, Zhang Sanfeng's desire to abuse was fully satisfied. He stretched comfortably and said, "Who..."

"Mr. Nephew, I am your nephew." Xiao Fan was in tears. He didn't know how many times he would remind this title before Master Sanfeng would remember it. Could it be that he had no sense of existence?

"Ah, yes, my brother-in-law, I've been living here with you these days." Zhang Sanfeng didn't know what kind of politeness meant.

Xiao Fan quickly said, "My uncle is willing to live in a humble house. The humble house is really full of glory, and my nephew is infinitely happy..."

"Stop talking nonsense, which room?"

"The room on the left side of the backyard." Xiao Fan said honestly, and then added: "...it is the room where you beat your junior brother just now."

Taixu glared at him.

Zhang Sanfeng was very satisfied and smiled and said, "Haha, it's not bad, that one. I just beat him up very easily. It seems that the Feng Shui of that room is very beneficial to me, Amitabha Buddha--"

Taixu, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, twitched, and murmured, "The Feng Shui of that room is very bad for me. Hiss-It hurts so much! I won't pass by your door if I beat you to death..."

Zhang Sanfeng didn't hear it, and he strode into the wing room with a swing of his sleeve.

Xiao Fan and Taixu followed him, with a respectful and attentive expression, just like two little ghosts following the City God judge.

He poked Taixu quietly, and Xiao Fan said, "Master, look at his master, he is much more grand than you. Look at his expression, posture, and awesome momentum. Tsk, Master, when will you reach this level..."

Taixu glared at Xiao Fan fiercely, lowered his voice and said, "You little bastard! You are such a ungrateful wolf. Master, I love you in vain. When you see your master, it looks like you see your own father. Why haven't you been so respectful to me?"

Xiao Fan glanced at him with a squint eyes and sighed, "Master, you have to check yourself. Look at his master, who is so calm and floating in the celestial world. At first glance, he is a low-key immortal who went to the mortal world to visit privately. What about you? Wearing a broken Taoist robe, holding a fortune-telling banner, cheating money everywhere, and saying, "You have a bad omen" when you see someone. The two are not the same level. Can you expect me to be more respectful to you..."

Taixu sneered: "...How much do you think senior brother can be better than me?"

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "At least he will not pretend to be a god or a ghost everywhere. Gods are gods. Even if he throws him into the stove of Sanwei True Fire and burns them to ashes, the rest is also a god's slag, abbreviated as 'slag'..."

Taixu: "…"

After returning to the wing room, Xiao Fan quickly ordered his servants to serve Qingming, and then Zhang Sanfeng sat on the head of the head, and he and Taixu respectfully sat down at the head of the head.

After Zhang Sanfeng sat down, his forehead might have been swollen and red, and then he grinned and glared at Taixu fiercely. He probably had another desire to abuse his head in his heart.

Taixu was so scared that he shivered all over and hurriedly brought a cup of tea to avoid Zhang Sanfeng's resentful gaze. At this time, Taixu fully demonstrated his junior's obedient qualities.

Zhang Sanfeng snorted hatefully, then stroked his long beard and turned his head to look at Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan quickly sat upright, like a guard of honor being inspected by the leader, raised his head and looked straight ahead without looking sideways.

As Zhang Sanfeng looked at it, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and two rays of light shot out of his eyes. He stretched out his hand and calculated a few times, and then said in a deep voice: "Who..."

"Mr. nephew..."

"Well, my nephew, I have a word to tell you..."

Xiao Fan was excited. This is the old god who wants to enlighten me. What a blessing.

"Please tell me, please listen carefully..."

Zhang Sanfeng looked solemn and said with a serious face: "This junior nephew,... you have a bad omen!"

Xiao Fan's smile gradually solidified.

"Puff--" Taixu sprayed out a mouthful of hot tea from his mouth.

Xiao Fan now understood that the environment determines personality. Taixu must have been a lively, cute, innocent little Taoist priest back then. Later, Zhang Sanfeng was trained step by step to become an old charlatan.

Taixu is like this, how good can Zhang Sanfeng be? He is Taixu's senior brother.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan's passionate heart suddenly became cold.

"Master, do you want to find some medicine to apply to your head? The big bag on your head is a bad omen." Xiao Fan said expressionlessly.

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand indifferently and said, "Don't worry, there is a bad omen that has already happened on my head, but your bad omen has not happened yet, and it is very serious, I have a life worry..."

Xiao Fan sighed. Could the Taoist priests of this era be fortune tellers? Even Zhang Sanfeng, who has been famous throughout the ages, is no exception?

After waved his hand, Xiao Fan changed the topic rationally and did not take Zhang Sanfeng's words to heart.

"Master, why did you suddenly come to the capital this time?"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "This time I came to Beijing to see the emperor..."

"Ah? The Emperor summoned you?" Xiao Fan was shocked. Did even Zhu Yuanzhang want to find Zhang Sanfeng to tell him a fortune?

Zhang Sanfeng looked at him strangely and said, "I am a descendant of Zhang Tianshi of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Since the 17th year of Hongwu, the emperor has sent people to Longhu Mountain, Wudang Mountain and other places several times. I have not been able to do anything due to civil affairs. What's so strange about this?"

Xiao Fan stuttered: "But... why did you come this time?"

Zhang Sanfeng glared at Taixu fiercely and said angrily: "It's not because of this evil! I have devoted myself to studying Tai Chi, which I have created throughout my life, and I have only been passed on to him for a few years. Now everyone on the streets can use Tai Chi. The treasures of the Master Sect are not even as good as straw paper now. I am here to deal with him this time!"

"So, Master came to Beijing this time mainly to deal with Master and meet the emperor?"

Zhang Sanfeng thought about it and said, "No, it's more important to deal with him."

In the evening, outside the Taiping Gate in the northern city of the capital.

The busy day finally ended. The people who were busy making a living carried the load and pushed the carts and rushed home one after another. Everyone's faces were filled with a happy or calm look. At the end of the day, there were always some gains. At that time, the thirty years after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the war had gradually faded out of people's sight, especially the people in the south, who had not felt the shadow of war for many years.

This is a paradise, the land of the King of Jinling, and the scenic spots of the Six Dynasties. There is only the sadness of the literati and the sadness of the autumn, and there is no blood in the killings on the battlefield. They live every ordinary life in a stable and simple manner, working hard every day in exchange for a surplus life beyond their life.

It was a day that was so calm that it was no different from usual.

Outside the Taiping Gate of the North City, the soldiers guarding the city gate were holding spears, leaning lazily beside the city gate, yawning a big yawn, looking at the people coming and going in and out of the city gate with unconscious eyes.

Suddenly, a rapid sound of horse hooves broke the calm atmosphere. The soldiers guarding the city were stunned and then stood on tiptoe to look out, but saw a fast horse running towards the city gate under the blood-red sunset. The fast horse was getting closer and closer to the city gate, and in a few breaths, it was only dozens of feet away from the city gate.

The knight on the horse was covered in dust, his face was covered with wind, sand and dust, and he could not recognize his appearance. His strength seemed to be almost exhausted, and he was still repeatedly whipping the horse under his crotch. The horse he was riding was panting with heavy breath. Due to the long running, a lot of white foam appeared on the horse's mouth. It seemed that his physical strength was almost overwhelming and he was about to fall down.

The soldiers guarding the city gate were startled, then cheered up, pointed at the knights with long spears, shouting: "People come to live in the horse! The important part of the capital is not allowed to ride a horse!"

When the knight heard this, he raised his godly eyes and raised his head to see the big word "Yingtian" engraved on the city gate. The knight couldn't help but feel refreshed, and breathed a long sigh of joy in his eyes.

Seeing the soldiers guarding the city holding a spear in their hands, pointing at him vigilantly. The knight quickly pulled it behind his back, took out a black box with red feathers, and then ran forward without stopping. The knight held up the black box and shouted coldly: "Beiping Military Newspaper, 100,000 yuan is in a hurry, who dares to stop me?"

When he heard that it was a 100,000 urgent military newspaper, the soldiers guarding the city knew the rules and hurriedly flashed to the sides, giving up a spacious road, and letting the knights run into the city without stopping.

After the knight passed, a strong wind blew up from the city gate, and the soldiers looked at each other, with a little uneasiness in their eyes.

Is the northern border uneasy again? Will these capital soldiers be dispatched to the front line to kill the enemy?

The knight immediately ran wildly until he reached the stone sign of Chengtian Gate. The horse under his crotch finally neighed, his physical strength was completely overdrawn, his front hooves softened, and he fell to the ground.

The knight could not stand this long run. After falling on the ground and rolling a few times, he stopped moving again.

Several eunuchs on duty stood outside Chengtian Gate. They were shocked to see this and hurriedly stepped forward. Seeing that the knight was no longer conscious, they were holding a black box with red feathers in their hands. The eunuchs recognized that this was a military newspaper that was urgent. Everyone looked shaking and hurriedly prying open the knight's fingers and took the black box in their hands. One eunuch held the box and hurriedly ran to the palace without saying a word. Other eunuchs carried the knight to the Imperial Hospital outside the Jinshui Bridge of Chengtian Gate for treatment.

In Wuying Hall, Zhu Yuanzhang's face turned pale, slapped the table hard, and roared loudly: "Did the beggar eat the courage of the bear heart and leopard? A small tribe with only 50,000 people dare to invade the border of the Ming Dynasty! And he dares to encircle Beiping City, do you think I am old?"

The eunuchs and palace maids in the palace were furious when they saw the emperor Long Yan, and they were so scared that they knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Have your majesty calm down—"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked up and shouted to the outside of the hall gate: "Come here! I will quickly pass on the Emperor's Grandson, Minister of War Ru Wei, Minister of War Qi Tai, Left Minister of War Qi Xin, Minister of Revenue Yu Xin, Minister of Revenue!"

After a pause, Zhu Yuanzhang added with a complicated expression: "...It is also said that the fourth son of the emperor, King Yan, came to see him."

There is an inconspicuous small temple called "Xitian Temple" at the foot of Jubao Mountain outside the southern city of the capital.

Outside the temple is surrounded by green forests all year round. The evening breeze suddenly blows, rustling leaves, and the melodious evening class bells float in the night sky, accompanied by the Buddhist sings of the Buddhist songs, making people forget the world and worry like being in a paradise.

In the Zen room on the left side of the temple, a violent cough sounded. The monks chanting scriptures in the hall looked at each other a few times. Seeing the burly men in plain clothes staring at them with a bad expression, the monks were shocked and quickly closed their eyes and continued to start evening classes.

In the Zen room, Zhu Di looked at the pale face and coughing violently, and couldn't help but sigh with heartache.

"Sir, I suffered..."

Daoyan's face turned a little unhealthy blushed, and he panted and shook his head, "Don't worry, your highness, I'm just injured a few places, it's not a big deal..."

Zhu Di pounded the edge of the wooden bed hatefully and said, "Xiao Fan, that despicable guy! He is as vicious as a snake and a scorpion. He kills him as soon as he says he doesn't have any signs, and he almost killed his husband..."

Daoyan coughed violently, and his body as thin as a sick tiger trembled for a while. A resentful look appeared in his godless eyes. After a while, he said weakly: "Your Highness, you shouldn't come today! Now the Jinyiwei in the capital is searching for me. I am trapped in this small temple outside the wild and unable to move. Your Highness is the prince and the every move is eye-catching. You come here in vain and be careful of being tracked by the Jinyiwei. If it is reported, it will hinder Your Highness's reputation and will only arouse the emperor's suspicion..."

Zhu Di held Daoyan's hand and said emotionally: "Mr. He has not healed his great injury. He still thinks about me like this. I will remember it in my heart. I will never let Mr. down in this life!"

Daoyan sighed: "This time I went to Beijing, I didn't expect that there would be many twists and turns. Your Highness, I have a word, I hope your Highness will remember it."

"Sir, please say."

Daoyan held Zhu Di's hand in his back and said word by word: "The murderous intent in the capital is gradually arose. Your Highness must leave the capital quickly. If you are late, you will have to worry about your life!"

Zhu Di said in surprise: "Why did sir say this? How could the capital have murderous intentions for me?"

Daoyan gasped and said, "This time, I underestimated Xiao Fan, this man is as beautiful as a gentleman, but he is actually vicious. He made a quick decision when he killed him, and he showed no mercy. I always thought that the grandson was surrounded by pedantic and weak people, but I never thought that Xiao Fan would appear. I heard that he knew the grandson in the market and had a close relationship. The grandson had this man around him, which was actually a confidant of His Highness's great cause. If His Highness stayed in the capital for a long time, no one could tell what Xiao Fan would do next. This man was despicable and vicious, so he was unpredictable. He killed me to cut off His Highness's wings. Your Highness, you are now targeted by him. If you don't leave quickly, be careful of being plotted by him..."

Zhu Di's eyelids jumped unconsciously a few times, nodded with a stern expression: "Sir, remember, sir, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to leave the capital and return to Beijing as soon as possible. The military newspaper that comes to Beijing's emergency should be about to arrive in the capital. In the event of trouble, my father had to let me go back and fight the enemy. At that time, the sky was high and birds could fly. As long as I return to the realm of Youyan, who can do anything in the world?"

Daoyan smiled and said with relief: "Your Highness, you are willing to accept my words, which shows that your Highness is not a stubborn person. Does your Highness still remember what I said when I first met you?"

Zhu Di's eyes flashed, he lowered his voice and said in a deep voice: "Sir, you will give me a white hat."

Daoyan coughed twice and said, "Yes, Your Highness, the emperor's term is coming, and the throne is getting closer and closer to you. Once the emperor dies, there will be no one in the world who can control you. After all, the grandson is young, and his temperament is weak and easy to bully, so it is not worth worrying. The ministers who assist the grandson, such as Huang Zicheng, Ru Wei, Huang Guan, etc., are all pedantic and poor people, and they are not worth worrying. What I am thinking about now is Xiao Fan, who is around the grandson. If this person is alive, he will bring endless trouble to His Highness's great cause. Your Highness, you must get rid of this person at all costs...at all costs!"

Zhu Di's eyes were drizzling and his face looked like water, and he said lightly: "Xiao Fan will definitely die, I promise you."

When Daoyan heard this, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Then he began to cough violently, and his pale face suddenly flushed.

Zhu Di hurriedly stood up and helped him beat his back lightly. He said warmly: "Sir, the Jinyiwei who was arresting you in the capital is chasing you very tightly. The temple here should not be kept for a long time. I will then order someone to send you to a cave on the west side of Jubao Mountain to properly settle it. Sir is wronged and stay in the cave for several days. When I leave the capital and return to Beijing, I will take you with you."

Daoyan nodded and gasped, "I have been wandering for half my life. This little suffering is nothing. Your Highness's great cause is important... Your Highness, if you change the place to rest, all the monks in this temple have seen me, and if the Jinyiwei comes after you..."

A sharp look flashed in Zhu Di's eyes: "Sir, just go, I will leave someone to serve you. As for this temple... Humph, after you leave, there will be no more living people here."
Chapter completed!