Daming: At the beginning, Zhu Yuanzhang simulated the National Games

Hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu nodded.

This weirdo didn't know how long he had been staying in this deep palace.

How many people of his generation are still alive in the world?

Even if he is alive, he doesn't know how long it will be before he has the ability to go to Shaolin.

Even if there are one or two old bastards, he probably won't need to take action and just go to see the Buddha in anger.

The weirdo didn't know that Zhu Gaoxu had already thought so much in an instant.

Seeing Zhu Gaoxu nodding in agreement, the strange man's face suddenly flushed.

As if he was having a flashback, he sat up straight from where he had been slumped.

"One last thing, if you... don't..."

The weirdo who was originally looking back and forth suddenly became a little confused.

The body that had just sat upright slumped down again.

It was as if something invisible had sucked all his strength away.

Zhu Gaoxu was not anxious about this and just looked at him quietly.

After a long time, as if he had made a great determination, the weirdo spoke again: "If... you pass by Yihua Palace, and if the owner of Yihua Palace is named Bai, give her a message."

"Just say that there is an old friend named Mo. I'm sorry for her. In the next life...even if I work as a cow or a horse, I won't be able to see her..."

After saying that, the weirdo seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his slumped body slipped directly along the wall.

Zhu Gaoxu clearly saw tears flashing in the other person's eyes.

The weird man who fell to the ground let tears fall down his eyes. After saying the two most important things in his heart, he seemed to have fulfilled all his wishes.

He didn't pay attention to Zhu Gaoxu, who was standing aside, and just kept muttering: "I am originally a man, I should regret it or not...I entered the abyss of the palace for the sake of that unfounded swordsmanship...

.Being possessed by a monster...I hate...I hate it!"

With a final roar, the weirdo fell completely to the ground without moving.

The weirdo is dead...

Zhu Gaoxu sighed deeply as he looked at the motionless weirdo.

Through the strange man's last mutterings before his death, as well as Zhu Gaoxu's own observations and guesses that night.

I'm afraid this weirdo is also a miserable person.

When this weirdo was young, he was probably a martial arts master, or at least a genius.

Anyway, he should have an affair with the head of the White House of Yihua Palace.

Then he entered the palace and became a eunuch just for some martial arts secrets.

Zhu Gaoxu had doubts about this from the first sentence he spoke.

After all, eunuchs speak in different voices than ordinary people, and Zhu Gaoxu has been listening to eunuchs speak a lot recently.

Weird people and their voices are very similar.

As for what kind of monster occupies the body, Zhu Gaoxu thinks it’s not a problem with any of the exercises.

He boldly guessed that the beast-like monster should be the weird man's second personality.

This weirdo must have been greatly stimulated, and due to various factors, he developed a beast personality.

Zhu Gaoxu just used this limited information to make a bold guess.

There were many mysteries that he couldn't figure out.

First of all, let’s look at the other person’s age and the dilapidated clothes.

The other party should be an eunuch from the previous dynasty.

But you must know that the palace he is currently in is newly built.

How could a eunuch from the previous dynasty live in the newly built palace of the Ming Dynasty?

And no one is taking care of it.

What is the grudge between the other party and Shaolin that they want to kill each other?

There are many mysteries here, and Zhu Gaoxu may not be able to figure them out even if he tries hard.

He shook his head not to think too much.

No matter what, at least he is safe now.

My life is back under my control again.

At this time, the sun had completely emerged, and Zhu Gaoxu estimated that the sign-in task was almost over.

Taking advantage of this time, Zhu Gaoxu walked to the northwest corner of the room, stretched out his left foot and stamped on the square tiles under his feet.

Unexpectedly, with just one kick, the square brick was broken by him.

You know, Zhu Gaoxu didn't use any force just now, and this time he was shocked.

Could this be internal strength?

Thinking like this, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help but want to try again.

But as soon as he lowered his head, Zhu Gaoxu saw something peeking out from under the cracked brick.

It’s important to do the right thing first.

Zhu Gaoxu bent down to clean up the broken bricks, and then brought up the things buried underneath.

A large package is square and about one meter high.

Fortunately, it didn't sink. Of course, no matter how heavy it was, Zhu Gaoxu probably wouldn't be able to feel it in his hands.

Looking at the package that was about to reach his side, Zhu Gaoxu scratched his head, and then opened the cloth wrapped in the outer door.

As expected, it is full of books, which can also be said to be martial arts secrets.

I casually took the top one in my hand and looked at it a few times.

It turned out to be Prajna Palm, one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.

Then Zhu Gaoxu randomly picked out a few books and started reading them.

It is certain that these books are indeed the Seventy-Two Special Skills of Shaolin.

Of course, these books cannot be the original ones; they should be enlarged copies or written later.

However, Zhu Gaoxu understood this.

If the original version of Shaolin's Seventy-Two Special Skills were stolen, then Shaolin would be too crotch-stretching.

I guess that weirdo doesn't have to let me conquer Shaolin for him.