Cultivation: I can reincarnate in the heavens

Xu Xing still understands the principle of a big stick and a sweet date.

You should beat the Gongyang ritual, but it should be done in moderation.

Smart people like Gong Yangyi know the right rules. Not only will they not be angry when they see him knocking, but they will be sincerely convinced, thinking that he has the qualifications to be a hero, and they are more willing to serve him wholeheartedly.

In addition, martial arts training is indeed Xu Xing's next big goal and a trick to confuse Emperor Chongming.

Indulging in martial arts is similar to that of some foolish kings in ancient dynasties in his previous life who were obsessed with the harem and poetry.

Belongs to the type that can’t hold on to the wall!

…

The next day.

The three major sects sent the exercises at the bottom of the box to Prince Xingtian's Mansion.

The Iron Palm Gang's external training method "Iron Palm Kung Fu".

The internal training method of the Huajian School is "Guang Lang Jin".

Sushanmen's Qimen Kung Fu "Eagle and Snake Life and Death Fight".

Of course, the three sects must have more than this. But compared to the miscellaneous martial arts, these three skills are the secrets they keep secret and are the most precious.

"pity……"

"The dungeon world has not been opened yet. Otherwise, if I enter the dungeon world and practice these martial arts, and then condense my destiny and solidify it into the real world, it will improve my strength a lot..."

In the study room, Xu Xing glanced at the three secret books on the table and sighed.

Although practicing some outer martial arts has improved his current strength, it is not as good as sending a few more guards to protect himself.

Practicing external skills will inevitably deplete your true energy.

Realm is the first priority.

Yao Dang, the king of Mourning Heaven, advised him not to learn martial arts outside if he wanted to be innate.

"But it's a good idea to write down these techniques and then study them after entering the dungeon world."

Xu Xing began to look through the exercises and memorized the diagrams and secret words one by one in his mind.

He watched it for a whole day from morning to night.

Learn the essence of martial arts.

boom!

boom!

There was a knock on the door.

"Husband, I have cooked food for you, but you haven't eaten all day."

"Eat some."

Standing on the eaves steps, holding a lacquer plate in her hand, Zhao Yunniang called out softly.

Ever since she came to Guanwaidao and stayed in Prince Xingtian's Mansion. Xu Xing was very kind to her, canonizing her as the royal wife, and also gave her the power to control the palace.

The most important thing is that Xu Xing also made Xu Zhang his heir.

Logically speaking, she has no complaints.

But... Xu Xing rarely touches her.

Not as many times as in Tianlao.

This made her feel in danger.

"come in."

Xu Xing put down "Tang Lang Jin" and looked at the door.

The door creaked open.

Zhao Yunniang, who was wearing a red dress, walked in and placed the food on the lacquer plate on the bookcase one by one.

Braised carp, sweet and sour pork, braised sea cucumber with green onion...

A plate of fried eggs with leeks.

Mostly simple home-cooked meals.

"You took the trouble."

Xu Xingju quickly took a few bites and praised it.

He knew what Zhao Yunniang was thinking, and it was nothing more than wanting to win his favor.

However, he didn't want to stay in the world for long.

It is enough to have Xu Zhang's son.

If you have more births, you will inevitably have to worry more.

"Is there anything bothering you, husband?"

"If possible, you can talk to me..."

Zhao Yunniang pursed her red lips, mustered up her courage, and asked.

Although Xu Xing has always kept his emotions and anger a secret, it is difficult for outsiders to detect Xu Xing's inner thoughts. But after all, Zhao Yunniang and Xu Xing are bedfellows. They have been together for a long time, and she can see some of Xu Xing's inner thoughts from his expression.

"It's nothing..."

"I have read all the martial arts techniques of these Jianghu sects. They are indeed exquisite, but they are still inferior to the "Eight-Armed King Sutra" and "Three Mountains and One Qi Tongshen Photography Method to Condensate the Pulse".

Xu Xing made up a reason smoothly.

He keeps the secret of the ancient bronze mirror in his heart and will not tell anyone.

No matter how close you are, neither will you.

"This is easy..."

Zhao Yunniang lowered her eyebrows, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

Then, she raised her pretty face again and said with a smile: "Husband, you don't want Emperor Chongming to think that you are a house-guarding dog with no ambition, so you pretend to indulge in martial arts..."

Xu Xing nodded and looked at Zhao Yunniang, wondering what the point was.

"Emperor Chongming's character is known to all officials..."

"Bullying the weak and fearing the strong."

"My husband is also the inspector of Guanxi Dao. You can report to Emperor Chongming and ask him for martial arts secrets and talk about his own practice. Emperor Chongming will definitely not lose his status as emperor, even if he just rewards him casually..."

"With the foundation of the forbidden area, the martial arts secrets that come out are also among the best."

Zhao Yunniang made suggestions.

"The martial arts secrets I gave you are not good..."

"Emperor Chongming felt sorry for himself and thought he was narrow-minded."

"In order not to lose the emperor's majesty, he will never be stingy with rewards."

she added.

As soon as these words came out.

Xu Xing's eyes suddenly lit up.

He collects martial arts secrets, firstly, to improve his understanding of martial arts and broaden his horizons, and secondly, to prepare for entering the dungeon world next time.

When reporting to Emperor Chongming and asking for rewards, it was like "a stick if there are dates, and a stick if there are no dates."

Try it first before talking!

"Yun Niang is my good wife..."

Xu Xing put down Kuaizi, pulled Zhao Yunniang's slender waist, and walked to the inner bed.

The study rooms of large families all have bedrooms for resting.

His Heavenly Palace is no exception.

Lean less.

The two fellow practitioners, Yan Hao.

…

the other side.

Jiangnan West Road, Heyang Mountain.

"Leader, retreat."

"Any later, Xi Ying's Tabai Army will block our retreat."

"Take a step back, maybe there is still hope."

In the Juyi Hall, counselor Wu Chengsi hurriedly entered and persuaded Monk Shang.

Ever since Monk Shang robbed the imperial court's grain supplies several times, the local army had focused on this fat pig in Heyang Mountain. Without the constraints of the imperial court, the local army's combat effectiveness has improved a lot.

Under several sieges in the past few months, Heyang Mountain was defeated one after another, losing troops and generals.

And the prestige of Monk Shang has been greatly reduced since the withdrawal of troops from Siming Mountain.

First of all, the Seventeenth Route Rebel King saw Monk Shang's unkindness and repeatedly opposed Monk Shang, and the rebel alliance existed in name only.

Secondly, the withdrawal of the mastermind Gong Yangyi also made the generals up and down Heyang Mountain doubt Shang Monk's ability to rule. In addition, Shang Monk's treatment of Wang Tong's family was chilling...

"retreat……"

"Where else can we retreat?"

The monk Shang's face was ashen, and he sat slumped on the gilded dragon chair, refusing to get up.

When counselor Wu Chengsi saw this scene, he stamped his feet and sighed, not knowing how to persuade him.

If you are a small rebel and seek refuge with others, you may still have a way to survive.

But Monk Shang has done his best, and he is the leader of the rebel army. With this defeat, there is no way out.

"Somebody come!"

"Give me a roast whole pig feast, I want to eat it!"

Suddenly, Monk Shang's face suddenly became brighter. He tore off his red cassock, sat upright on the dragon chair with a golden sword, and shouted to the attendants beside him.

Before he dies, he also wants to become an emperor.

And the whole pig feast... was what he wanted to eat most when he was a monk in Xuanji Temple.