Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

To be honest, he also thought there was no hope.

Except for Captain Wang's father, none of those people are even Shuanghua Grandmasters. It is simply a pipe dream for them to dream of becoming Grandmasters.

It is no exaggeration to say that the realm of Grand Master is one in a billion. Among the people Song Xuan knows, there are only a handful of people who have this qualification and opportunity.

To reach this level, skills, martial arts aptitude, understanding and even luck are all indispensable.

If a breakthrough could be achieved simply by spending time in seclusion and practicing hard, the world would have been flooded with great masters long ago.

Even though Wang Baihu's father was a master of Shuanghua, in Song Xuan's perception, his aura was much weaker than Ding Chunqiu's, and his understanding of the power of heaven and earth could only be considered average.

The momentum of heaven and earth is the external derivative of the laws of heaven and earth. Only by perceiving the "momentum" to a very deep level can one touch the traces of the laws.

This is a true realm that only a martial arts genius can reach.

However, those people wanted to be ascetic monks and give it a try before they turned 100, so Song Xuan did not stop them.

Preventing someone from achieving enlightenment is a matter of life and death. Although he couldn't stand these guys being more lazy than himself, he didn't intend to interfere.

There are some things that people don’t know what despair is unless they experience it themselves.

If you can’t break through to the Grandmaster realm, you just can’t break through. Even if you cut yourself into eight pieces and practice hard at the same time, it will be useless!

"Gather the men. As soon as Zheng Qian sets foot in the Sichuan-Chongqing area, he must be arrested immediately on charges of treason!" Song Xuan gave the order.

“Sir, what should we do if the Qianhu Lord stops us?”

Song Xuan chuckled, "If he doesn't recognize his own position, then I don't mind adding more people to the list of traitors."

Dong Tianbao immediately accepted the order, "Then I will take my leave. Prefect Zheng Qian is accompanied by a master guard, and I may need your help."

Song Xuan picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Don't worry about this matter. I will handle it myself. Oh, go call Sima Wei to me."

He Tianbao took the order and left. After a while, Taoist Sima came leisurely. As soon as he entered the door, he bowed and said, "I greet you, sir."

Song Xuan didn't waste any words with him, "I can't believe that for a monk like you, you have quite a few ideas.

"I was horrified by the evidence of treason against the prefect presented by Captain Wang. Even I, an official, am not sure I can prepare so much evidence in such a short period of time."

Sima Laodao chuckled, "I think you may have overestimated me."

"I dare not lie in front of you, my Lord.

I did ask Zhao An to make some preparations, but most of them were not used.

For example, I never thought that the dragon robe would be found in the prefect's official residence. I originally planned to ask Zhao An to prepare some yellow cloth and write some words of treason on it.

Who knew it was of no use at all.”

Song Xuan's eyes lit up slightly, "So, that dragon robe really belongs to Zheng Qian?"

"Really!" Sima Wei said seriously.

Song Xuan sneered, "In that case, I really didn't wrong him!"

Sima Wei hesitated for a moment and said, "As a prefect, he has no ability to rebel. I suspect that this dragon robe may be prepared for someone else. As for who it is, I cannot speculate."

Song Xuan looked at him deeply.

This old Taoist priest seemed to have said nothing, but in fact he said everything.

In Songzhou, who else could make a prefect willingly prepare a dragon robe except Zhao Kuangyin, the governor who holds the military and political power of Songzhou and controls the lives and deaths of more than one billion people?

Song Xuan was speechless. In such a high-level martial arts world, Zhao Kuangyin still wanted to play the game of wearing a yellow robe. He really didn't know how to live or die.

Of course, it is possible that Zhao Kuangyin was not aware of this, but his subordinates acted on their own initiative.

Moreover, in Song Xuan's opinion, the possibility of this situation is quite high.

From ancient times to the present, many big guys were killed because they were implicated by their subordinates and had to go down the same path to the end.

As for Zhao Kuangyin, Song Xuan had no plans to take action against him for the time being.

This kind of person, as the governor of a state, holds real power as a first-rank official. He has a complex network of interests and is connected to countless forces in the court and the underworld. He also has the support of the emperor. Even the commander of the Xuanyi Guard would have a headache if he wanted to touch him.

It would be difficult to do so unless one completely stood against the emperor.

After all, the Xuanyi Guards are the emperor's personal army on the surface. Even if they fight openly and secretly and pretend to obey but are actually disobeying, they still have to save face. If they directly tear their relations apart, it will not look good on Taizu's side.

After a moment of thought, Song Xuan withdrew his thoughts.

If Zhao Kuangyin had been more honest and not caused trouble, he would not have had any intention of touching him.

A new emperor appoints new ministers. When I return to the imperial capital, I should be ready to take over the position of commander of the Xuanyi Guards. If nothing unexpected happens, I'm afraid the new emperor will also take the throne.

Whether the position of the governor should be changed or not, we will have to wait and see what the new emperor thinks.

Song Xuan recalled the scene of fishing with the Sixth Prince by the river.

This guy hasn't even ascended the throne yet, but he's already come to try to get close to me, the future commander. It seems he has ambitions to realize, and naturally he needs the full support of the Xuanyi Guards.

I just don't know how this Old Six will make the current emperor naturally hand over the position to him.

Death? Falling into water? Fire? Earthquake? Or perhaps a sudden catastrophe?

Before leaving the imperial capital, his father Song Yuanshan had told him that the Sixth Prince, blessed by the great Zhou Dynasty's three hundred years of national fortune, would be the second perfect grandmaster of the Great Zhou royal family.

With Grandmaster Wuque's methods, it is too easy to kill someone.

Song Xuan knew that when the Sixth Prince completely entered the realm of a perfect master, that would be the day the emperor abdicated.

If the emperor was willing to abdicate voluntarily, perhaps he could still maintain some dignity.

And if you are unwilling to take the initiative, even if you die, I am afraid it will not be a dignified death.

In the martial arts world where strength is respected, even if you are the emperor, if you occupy your position and refuse to give it up, it will definitely be a way to your death!

Given the current emperor's arrogance and vision, it is almost impossible to ask him to abdicate voluntarily.

Since the Xuanyi Guards are unwilling to protect him, he will definitely die!

Chapter 304 This Dad Should Not Stay Long

Great Zhou, the imperial capital.

The sixth prince Ji Xuanfeng was named the crown prince two years ago and has already moved into the Eastern Palace.

In the past two years, he has been very low-key, basically staying at home and spending most of his time practicing in seclusion, and has had little contact with court officials.

In the imperial study, the air was filled with curling smoke. The emperor yawned and rubbed his sore waist. The image of Concubine Hua's delicate body that he had been thinking about last night emerged in his mind.

As the emperor, he had played with all kinds of women, but this was the first time he had met someone like Concubine Hua who fascinated him so much that he even wanted to be with her all day long.

"I didn't expect that I would meet true love when I was old!"

He laughed at himself and glanced at Eunuch Cao who was standing motionless beside him. "Prince, haven't you been active lately?"

Eunuch Cao hurriedly bent down and said, "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince just ended his retreat yesterday and went fishing by the river early this morning. He has not had any contact with outsiders."

The emperor nodded with satisfaction.

"My son knows when to advance and when to retreat, and I, as his father, never need to worry about him. My Ji family has produced another true dragon!"

"Go, call him over, I want to have a good chat with him!"

"Old slave obeys!"

...

Outside the imperial capital, by the river.

Ji Xuanfeng was lying on the bench, holding a fishing rod in his hand, looking at the water quietly, wondering what he was thinking.

On the side, Eunuch Cao stood with his head lowered, looking a little reserved, not daring to make a sound to disturb the Crown Prince's interest.

After an incense stick of time, the Crown Prince finally withdrew his gaze, glanced sideways at him, and said, "How is your health lately, Father?"

Eunuch Cao looked around and, after making sure no one was around, he whispered, "I feel a little weak. My energy has been severely depleted."

The prince looked at him with a smile, "Well done. Where did you find Concubine Hua?"

Eunuch Cao hurriedly said, "Your Highness, His Majesty has asked me to recruit martial arts masters to form the East Factory. Concubine Hua is from the Demon Sect and has practiced the Mysterious Art of the Fairy Girl. She is now His Majesty's most beloved treasure."

As he spoke, he hinted, "If Your Highness wishes to ascend the throne, he can do so at any time."

Ji Xuanfeng shook his head. "Don't worry. After all, we are father and son. We should at least give him some dignity. I hope he can be more sensible and take the initiative."

"Your Highness, be merciful!"

Ji Xuanfeng yawned and put away his fishing rod. "My luck wasn't very good today. I didn't catch many fish."

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth lifted up, revealing a hint of a smile, "But compared to that guy Song Xuan who returned empty-handed, my level is still pretty good."

"By the way, what's the situation over there now?"

Eunuch Cao recalled, "Last time I heard, Song Xuan had reorganized the forces in the Southern Song Dynasty and had already set off for the Northern Song Dynasty. It shouldn't be long before he returns to the imperial capital."

Ji Xuanfeng nodded, "Keep a close eye on him. If he returns to the imperial capital, notify me immediately!"

"The Emperor sent you here to summon me, right? Let's go and see what my ambitious old father is up to!"

......

Royal study room.

Eunuch Cao was serving outside the door.

After Ji Xuanfeng paid his respects to the emperor, the father and son sat in the smoke-filled room, drinking tea and chatting.

"You should be a perfect master now, right?"

Ji Xuanfeng nodded, "I just broke through yesterday."

The emperor's eyes flickered slightly, and then he laughed heartily and said, "My son, you have reached great heights in martial arts and are now capable of shouldering this heavy responsibility. At the grand court meeting next month, I will announce to the world that I will pass the throne to you. What do you think?"

Ji Xuanfeng was stunned at first, and then he sneered in his heart.

This is what it means to be weak. All kinds of tests and suspicions are put into practice, and all thoughts are spent on these internal conflicts. The fact that the Zhou Dynasty has not been in chaos can only be attributed to the blessing of Taizu.

"Father is now in the prime of his life, so how can there be talk of passing on the throne?"

The emperor laughed heartily. "In that case, I will remain in office for a few more years, and clear up the troubles of the Xuanyi Guard for you before you ascend the throne. Over the years, I have been planting spies in the Xuanyi Guard, weakening their strength with soft tactics."

When you ascend the throne in the future, you will find it much easier to use this Xuanyiwei sword."

"Your Majesty is right!" Ji Xuanfeng felt disdainful in his heart, but he did not refute anything and nodded in agreement.

Seeing the prince so obedient, the emperor became more and more satisfied, "Remember, this world belongs to my Ji family. The Xuanyi Guards are too powerful and have affected the imperial power.

When you ascend the throne in the future, you will need the Xuanyi Guards, but you still have to discipline them and not let them become too powerful.

Of course, we cannot suppress them blindly. We should appease them when necessary.

You've been busy cultivating these past few years, and I haven't urged you to get married. Now that you've achieved success in martial arts, it's time to consider marriage."

Ji Xuanfeng frowned slightly, "What does Father mean?"

The emperor smiled and said, "The commander of the Xuanyi Guard, Ye Tian, ​​submitted his resignation letter to me some time ago, and he recommended Song Xuan of the Song family as the next commander!

Generally speaking, the new commander will be selected from several candidates, but the situation this time is a bit special. Song Xuan, like you, should have become a perfect master.

Therefore, the new commander has basically been determined, and even if his father is the emperor, it cannot be changed.

After all, the Xuanyi Guards are the emperor's personal army, but in essence, they are actually Taizu's personal army.

Unless Taizu objects, no one can stop Song Xuan from taking over as commander."

As he spoke, the emperor looked as if he had mastered everything. "Song Xuan has a younger sister, who is 23 years old and extremely beautiful. She is also said to be a rare martial arts prodigy with extraordinary cultivation.

I intend to marry her to you, what do you think?"

Ji Xuanfeng's expression was calm as he asked, "Father, have you discussed this matter with the Song family?"

The emperor snorted arrogantly, "I am the emperor, I am just granting a marriage, do I need to ask for the opinions of my ministers?

How come I, the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou, the future Emperor, can't marry the daughter of the Song family?"

Ji Xuanfeng was silent for a moment. It would be best if he could marry into the Song family, but his father's condescending attitude might turn things around.

The emperor patted Ji Xuanfeng on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, no matter how powerful the Xuanyi Guard is, if Song Xuan wants to take the position of commander, he needs my permission.

If I don't give the order, his command will be unjust.

I just don't believe that Song Xuan would be willing to give up such a high and powerful position as the Commander for the sake of his sister!"

Ji Xuanfeng glanced at the emperor who was smiling and confident, and an idea flashed through his mind.