The martial arts of the heavens start from Wudang

In the fourth year of Yongkang until the end of the year, the emperor said that he would go to Wudang Mountain to sacrifice to the God of Martial Arts, but he did not go there.

The state affairs are busy, and the emperor wants to spread the foundation for all people to use martial arts throughout the country, so there are many things to do.

In the temple of the Martial Palace, the emperor's mental method was also studied. This mental method is simple and easy to understand. Aside from traditional martial arts, it uses multiple meridians and only practices one meridian. It is easy to practice inner breath. The second simplified version of the Promise Pile can increase strength and improve combat power. It is suitable for the promotion of the army and the whole people, but its shortcomings are also obvious, and it is too rough.

The emperor was very satisfied, and named this article, "The Basics of the Ming Dynasty's Official Mind".

Before the end of the year, the emperor had already issued an order to ensure that the lecture halls around the country began to teach the "Basics of the Great Ming Official Heart Method", and it has been promoted in the army.

In addition, the residence newspaper has also been revised, and half of the space is specially set aside to publish some martial arts concepts, the benefits of learning martial arts, and even martial arts miscellaneous affairs.

The emperor intends to brainwash the daimyo's people and influence them subtly.

Just the fact that Zhang Sanfeng practiced martial arts and is still alive is published in the mansion newspaper every now and then, using the celebrity effect to promote it.

People may be slow to respond to the things the emperor does one after another, but wealthy squires and aristocrats are often the most sensitive to changes in policies. They all know that His Majesty, who is firmly grasping military power, has begun to attach importance to force.

These people, who have no shortage of resources and channels, naturally started to take action, and began to tilt resources to train future generations to practice martial arts.

The class barriers are there, no matter what they do, these people are usually one step ahead of others. It can be estimated that after 20 or 30 years, there will still not be many martial arts masters who are based in the world, and those who come from poor families are still not as many as studying. Sample.

The emperor naturally expected such a situation, but he didn't intend to change anything, and he was powerless to change it. It will be the same after hundreds of years, but it's not as serious. It's just the times that a limited number of people can overtake in curves. , and even if you overtake on a curve, if you are not obedient, just like a certain Liu in the later generations, no matter where you are, he will still punish you and play with you.

What the emperor wants is only the development and prosperity of martial arts, as for other details, they are not important.

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Time flies, another three years.

The Forbidden City, inside Fengtian Hall.

The emperor sat facing south, sitting high on the dragon chair, looking at the crowd below with a boundless expression.

I saw a minister dressed in noble purple standing there below, saying impassionedly, "Your Majesty, although the Ming Dynasty has become stronger and stronger these years, there are still disasters such as snowstorms and floods in various places from time to time, and the people are suffering unspeakably. Your Majesty You are the Son of Heaven, and the people of the world are your people, and if the punishment comes from heaven, His Majesty should bring the people to suffer, such a sage king."

Elder Yin Ge next to him carefully turned his head to look at the minister, and couldn't help sweating for him.

The emperor said quietly: "In this way, if I have issued an edict to sin against myself, I will be a holy king, and if I don't, I will be a faint king?"

The minister was not afraid, and said in his mouth: "Your Majesty, that's not the reason. What I said, I think..."

Seeing the emperor's face becoming more and more ugly, Yin Ge was afraid that the emperor would get angry and looked at the man's head, so he interrupted: "Master He, you are serious, the world is full of disasters, but it is not as big as His Majesty It's related, if His Majesty issued an edict of guilt and left it in the history, it's really not good, why don't you go to Wudang Mountain to worship Zhenwu God, and pray to God to bless the people of Ming Dynasty."

After hearing that, Mr. He was about to speak.

The emperor didn't bother to explain to them what Little Binghe was, and he didn't want to hear them arguing here, so he shouted: "Okay, don't quarrel, prepare Wudang Mountain to sacrifice to the true martial god, and I will read the edict of sin."

After speaking, he stood up, shook his hands and left.

Seeing this, Wei Huai hurriedly shouted in a sharp voice, "Retire."

……

In the imperial study room, the emperor sat behind the desk, a little lost in thought, wondering what he was thinking.

Wei Huai looked at it, and said carefully: "Your Majesty, please take care of the dragon body, don't get angry."

After hearing this, the emperor came back to his senses, shook his head, didn't say anything, and thought to himself: "The edict of guilt is nothing. In the past few years, what happened in the Ming Dynasty may really have something to do with him, because he found that if he It’s okay to be honest, once there is any big move, there will be an accident here, or a disaster there. This has exceeded what I knew in my previous life about the Little Ice Age in the late Ming Dynasty, and what was recorded in Ming history.And once you stop, the situation will be much better.

He stood up, walked to the window, sighed, and murmured: "Everything in the world is fixed, and everything remains the same. The general situation cannot be changed, but the small situation can be changed."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and looked into the distance, looked at the sky, sneered, and murmured: The small situation can be changed, so take your time. Over the years, martial arts lecture halls around the world have been on the right track, and the development of martial arts has begun to appear. , sooner or later, I have to draw this world into the way I want.

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Yongkang eight years, spring.

Wudang Mountain.

At this time, the Wudang School had no martial arts masters and had become a place of preaching.

Under the gaze of everyone, the emperor looked at the statue of Zhenwu God in front of him.

"I am neither virtuous, but the other one is guilty..."

After eloquently reading the imperial edict, the emperor completed the sacrificial edict according to the procedure.

According to the schedule, the emperor will stay in Wudang Mountain for a few days next.

The next day, early morning.

The emperor dismissed Ren Huai and climbed to the top of Wudang Mountain. Looking at the huge boulder, he felt a little emotional.

Step lightly, climb up the huge boulder, sit cross-legged on it like many years ago, look at the sea of ​​clouds below, and sit silently.

Not long after, a figure in a red robe appeared on the top of the mountain.

The emperor didn't turn his head back, didn't speak, and the red figure didn't speak either. He walked to another high place beside the boulder and stood there facing the wind.

a long time.

Dai Daojin said: "You passed on the book to the poor Taoist, knowing that the poor Taoist came to Wudang Mountain, and wanted to compete with the poor Taoist in discussing the Tao."

Dongfang Bubai glanced at Dai Daojin, and said inexplicably: "Chongxu, I am not as good as you."

Dai Daojin chuckled, understood what he meant, and didn't say anything.

Dongfang Bubai also laughed, "You are so courageous, you even dared to pretend to be the emperor, Wudang sent out Zhang Sanfeng, and another daring Chongxu, haha, Wudang Mountain is really a blessed place."

Dai Daojin was about to say something.

An old voice came, "He is bold enough, but he doesn't know whether it will be a blessing or a curse for Wudang."

Dai Daojin and Dongfang Bubai were startled, they hurriedly turned around and saw a sloppy old man standing there.

Dai Daojin and Dongfang Bubai looked at each other, their thoughts turned sharply, and they understood the identity of the person in front of them.

Except for that person, there is probably no other person in this world who can touch the two of them quietly without being noticed by them.

Dai Daojin smiled lightly, stood up, jumped off the boulder, and bowed in salute: "Disciple Chongxu, pay homage to Patriarch."

The old man looked at the Wudang disciple with great interest, and finally understood why he felt that way that day. He thought that the world had changed, but unexpectedly, he was dropped by the disciples of Wudang and sat in the world. .

The old man waved his hand, "The old way doesn't care about these things, but the way of heaven runs, and it has its own reasons, so don't go against the sky." There was a deep meaning in the words.

Dai Daojin was silent, and cupped his hands: "The disciple has a sense of propriety."

Dongfang Bubai next to him was eager to try, with a hint of excitement in his eyes, he still respected the person in front of him, "Senior, this junior, in the first half of his life, was blinded by common things, and found his own way in the second half of his life, but the way forward There is no way, please ask the seniors to show the way."

The old man has lived for such a long time, so he is no stranger to such eyes. He waved his hand, "The old man has not done anything with anyone for nearly a hundred years, and today is no exception."

Dongfang Bubai smiled, he was a demon after all, he was obsessed with martial arts, he didn't speak, turned his wrist, an embroidery needle appeared in his hand, with a flash of red, he came to the old man, and attacked the old man.

The old man waved his right hand helplessly, his wide sleeves seemed to be filled with the wind and bulged, and he drew a circle counterclockwise to defuse the attacks of the future people. There was a profound artistic conception in his shots, obviously his martial arts cultivation had reached a very high level.

Dongfang Bubai couldn't succeed with one blow, his figure flickered, and he attacked at an extremely fast speed around the old man's body.

After a while, Dai Daojin's eyes were hot, his mind was spinning, the nebula in the depths of his mind was spinning rapidly, his right hand was straightened, and his two fingers joined together as sword fingers, "I'll come too, take my move, sword five." He attacked the two.

So far, Dai Daojin has only deduced the twelve forms of Wuji to the fifth form of swords, especially the fifth form. Dai Daojin's strongest sword move.

Dongfang Bubai's heart froze, his mind was warning, and the old man also looked dignified. This sword was a combination of moves and gods, and contained majestic intentions and momentum.

This move enveloped the two of them at the same time, naturally attracting them to counterattack at the same time.

The three of them fight together, fighting in pairs.

Among the three, Dai Daojin and Dongfang Bubai are people who have been innate for a long time, and the old man is a monster who has lived for an unknown amount of time. They all touch the level of gods.

The battle between the three became more and more intense, and the power of the mind collided, and it seemed that some kind of wonderful change had taken place when it came to the spiritual level.

Dai Daojin didn't notice that the nebula in the depths of his mind was spinning faster and faster, and the cold and dead nebula was flickering, as if something was touched and began to respond.

The battle between the three was still going on, and at this moment, the three people's spiritual forces collided again, and a certain spot of light in the depths of the nebula suddenly lit up, and then suddenly went dark.

The three people outside suddenly stopped moving, stood still, and the look in their eyes disappeared.

At this time, the three of them only felt that their consciousness seemed to be swallowed by a force. The three of them struggled desperately, but they had no power to resist in the face of this force, and then they lost consciousness.

……

Wang Wuming, who was far away in Luoyang, suddenly felt a pain in his head, shook his head, frowned and looked in the direction of Wudang Mountain.

Yongkang eight years, March.

Zhu Yijun, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, died, and his temple name was Shenzong. Zhu Changluo, the eldest son of Zhu Yijun, succeeded to the throne and changed his name to Taichang.

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