Ming dynasty.
It is already the twenty-first day of the twelfth lunar month.
Heavy snowfall in mid-winter.
Snowflakes were falling down like goose feathers, making the boundless land seem to be covered with a layer of white gauze.
In the capital city, lanterns can still be seen hanging high on the streets.
It's almost the New Year.
In the Taiyuan Palace in the Imperial City.
Da da~~
The little eunuchs hurriedly added charcoal to the brazier.
In the center of the palace, which looks like a Taoist temple, you can see Tai Chi diagrams, Yin and Yang Bagua, and alchemy furnaces and other Taoist symbols everywhere.
In the Bagua diagram in the center of the palace, there is a person sitting cross-legged.
This man looked to be only twenty-seven or seventy-eight years old. His hair was in a bun, and he was wearing a loose white robe. His eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be meditating or falling into a state of drowsiness.
An old eunuch dressed in red quietly walked into the man sitting cross-legged in the center of the palace and said carefully:
"Your Majesty, it's time to eat."
The white-robed Taoist opened his eyes slightly and glanced over.
This look came over.
For some reason, the eunuch Liu Fang's knees immediately softened, as if a dragon that had been sleeping for tens of millions of years woke up and knelt in front of him:
"This slave deserves to die, this slave deserves to die!"
Even he didn't know why he said damn it, as if it was instinctive.
Phew~
The Taoist in white breathed out a breath and withdrew his eyes:
"I understand, Liu Fang, please go down first. I have to meditate for another quarter of an hour."
"My slave obeys the order."
The great eunuch bowed tremblingly and slowly exited Taiyuan Palace.
In the end, the white-robed Taoist was left sitting alone in this huge palace.
He was the only one in the palace and it was very empty.
Phew~
He stood up, his robes sweeping the floor, and looked around the palace with his hands behind his hands, his eyes calm.
Then, he stretched out his palm and made a slight fist.
boom!
Streams of air visible to the naked eye converged towards his fist from around the palace like a whirlpool.
"This time the clone came, I used 3,600 incense to almost completely copy my cultivation into this body. The power of the three innate paths followed."
The Taoist in white is none other than Chen Xixiang.
He made a fist.
Boom!
An invisible wave immediately spread out to the surroundings, causing the palace door to flap.
But he didn't continue to make any big moves, but just stopped there.
He began to sort out the identity information of this Taoist emperor in his mind:
"Emperor Zhu Houyang of the Ming Dynasty!"
Chen Xixiang's lips moved slightly:
"This is the time and space of the Ming Dynasty after changes among thousands of time and space. It does not conform to the development of history as I know it."
As far as he knew, there was no Ming Dynasty emperor named Zhu Houyang in history.
But looking at this seniority, it is obvious that he is of the same generation as Emperor Zhengde Zhu Houzhao and Emperor Jiajing Zhu Houcong.
It's just that in this time and space, neither of the two people above became emperor, but it was Zhu Houyang's turn.
So this is not the historical Ming Dynasty, but an imaginary Ming Dynasty.
Eternal heavens, infinite time and space.
I don’t know when a destiny trajectory deviates in a certain period of time, which will give rise to different parallel time and space.
Chen Xixiang turned back to look at the Taoist temple palace and thought about the memory of the emperor in his mind:
"Although the emperor is different, some things are quite similar. You can still find that sense of familiarity that seems vague in your memory."
For example, this emperor likes to practice Taoism like Jiajing, and like his grandson Wanli, he has never been to court since Yuji for twelve years.
"Maybe this is the special feature of this comprehensive martial arts team."
Chen Xixiang put his hands on his back and began to meditate on the benefits of his identity.
As the master of the world, if he wants to preach and then lead the world to promotion, he naturally has innate convenience.
But obviously the first priority now is to find out who are the masters in Fang Daming's martial arts world?
He first began to search through the memories of his predecessor.
As an emperor.
Naturally, it is impossible not to be protected by experts in the capital around you.
Although his predecessor had no martial arts skills, in his memory, there were many masters in this huge capital city.
Chen Xixiang gradually absorbed the memory and counted in detail:
"Cao Zhengchun of the East Factory, Yu Huatian of the West Factory, Emperor Zhu Wuwu, Six Gate Guo Juxia, they are really as many masters as the clouds..."
Just among the masters who belonged to the imperial court in his memory, there were four familiar people in his memory.
It is worthy of illustrating the Ming Dynasty.
"Find someone to ask about the practice of this world, what is going on, and what kind of realm system it has..."
then.
The eunuch Liu Fang who was waiting outside the palace immediately heard the young emperor's voice, which spread from the palace like ripples on a lake:
"Liu Fang, come in."
The eunuch in red immediately came in from outside the palace.
At a glance, the emperor's back was turned to him, so that he could only see a tall figure, like a sacred mountain. It actually gave him a feeling that the emperor was standing there, as if the entire Taiyuan Palace was being suppressed. As if beneath him, invisible majesty and momentum spread out.
Liu Fang was in a daze.
After just meditating for a long time, the emperor seemed to be a different person.
Is it really...dm
His Majesty the Emperor got his wish and became an immortal?
Just think of this.
Liu Fang's heart was trembling, and her awe for the emperor increased infinitely. She knelt down and said:
"Your Majesty called your servant in, but you want to have a meal. Could you please ask someone to bring it over now?"
Chen Xixiang’s voice was calm:
"Bring the meals over, and besides..."
"Where is this slave Cao Zhengchun? Call him over to me. I'll see him if I have anything to do."
Liu Fang kowtowed:
"According to the order, this servant will go and pass the meal and invite Eunuch Cao to come over."
…………
The sky is covered with heavy snow and the cold wind is howling in the Forbidden City.
Soon, there were pairs of young eunuchs holding exquisite mahogany food boxes outside Taiyuan Palace.
And it's a hundred feet outside the hall.
After being summoned, a white-haired old eunuch in purple clothes put his hands in his sleeves and walked slowly.
He walked through the snow without leaving any footprints on the snow.
The moment the heavy snow fell on him, it was immediately evaporated by an invisible force and turned into mist.
"This is the Tiangang Boy Kung Fu practiced by Cao Zhengchun...it is really a pure masculine energy..."
Although Chen Xixiang was sitting in the palace, his spiritual eyes had already discovered this scene when the old eunuch set foot thousands of feet outside the palace.
The old eunuch who came was naturally the only one except Cao Zhengchun whom he summoned.
But the snowflakes cannot be added to the body, and the masculine energy that evaporated just ten feet away from the body appeared in Chen Xixiang's eyes.
He said to himself:
"Judging from the appearance alone, he is almost at the level of an innate master."
In a moment.
Cao Zhengchun arrived outside Taiyuan Palace, straightened the folds of his clothes at the door of the palace, and was about to speak to the little eunuch at the door.
The little eunuch turned his head and whispered:
"See Eunuch Cao, the emperor has been waiting for you for a long time."
Cao Zhengchun couldn't help but feel solemn after hearing this, secretly guessing what the emperor was up to.
He walked into the palace.
The moment he entered the door, he spoke first, in a humble and servile tone, and said in a long voice:
"Your Majesty, I don't know what I have to do to summon this old slave."
Following the words, Cao Zhengchun came in and saw Chen Xixiang in the hall with his hands behind his back.
When he first glanced at it, a subtle feeling emerged in his heart that something was wrong.
But Chen Xixiang kept all his skills in reserve and could not reveal them. Cao Zhengchun felt that the emperor's temperament seemed to have changed...
Don't dare to think about anything else.
Chen Xixiang turned around and looked at the master, smiling softly:
"I am practicing Taoism in seclusion, and I have become somewhat interested in martial arts. I happen to be a master of martial arts, aren't you, Eunuch Cao? Can you tell me about this martial arts, and what level you are among the masters in the world."
Cao Zhengchun changed his mind and wondered what was wrong with the emperor. He wanted to listen to the martial arts master for no reason.
But the emperor has an order, how dare he, a slave, disobey it.
So Cao Zhengchun bowed and said:
"The way of martial arts is vast and divided into nine levels. This old slave has only just stepped onto the threshold of the third level."
"Oh? The first three levels, how can I go up to the third level one by one?"
Chen Xixiang asked with a smile in his eyes and his hands behind his back.
Immediately afterwards, Cao Zhengchun said slowly:
"The ninth level of martial arts is like the ninth-rank officials in His Majesty's court. The ninth rank is the lowest and the first rank is the highest."
"Each three grades are further divided into upper, middle and lower grades."
From the ninth grade to the seventh grade is the lower grade.
From the sixth grade to the fourth grade is the middle grade.
Cao Zhengchun replied in a low voice:
"But in fact, those below the fourth rank cannot be considered masters, they are still considered ordinary people. Only those who enter the first three ranks can enter the extraordinary level."
"So these top three masters are called masters, top masters, and martial arts myths by martial arts people."
A third-grade master.
The second grade is the best.
A first-class martial arts myth.
This so-called martial arts myth is probably the most powerful person in the world.
Comparable to immortals?
Chen Xixiang glanced at Cao Zhengchun:
"Then which rank do you belong to among the three upper ranks?"
Cao Zhengchun took a deep breath, bowed and said:
"The old slave has a dull talent. After practicing for fifty years, he has reached the threshold of the third level of the upper three levels and has become a martial artist at the level of a master."
The consciousness in Chen Xixiang's eyes was like lightning, and he could see it clearly when Cao Zhengchun came in and got so close to him.
The true energy in Cao Zhengchun's body surged and gathered in his Dantian, which was approximately equivalent to his current true energy cultivation.
Qi sinks in Dantian, the innate master.
"Oh, then Xichang Yuhuatian, Tiedan Shenhou, and Guo Juxia, compared with you, who is better?"
Cao Zhengchun's expression froze.
But after a moment, he still had to answer honestly:
"Reporting to your Majesty, regarding this issue, although the four of us are of the same level and are all third-grade, but..."
"Eunuch Yu from Xichang is no match for Lao Nu. The Divine Monkey may be better than Lao Nu. As for Guo Juxia, he should be almost the same as Divine Monkey. However, the two of them have never fought before, so Lao Nu does not dare to say anything."
When he said that Yu Huatian was not his opponent, his tone was quite arrogant, but later when he compared with Zhu Wuwu and Guo Juxia, his aura dropped.
After hearing this sentence.
Chen Xixiang suddenly said:
"Are these people all in the capital now?"
