I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

"Sister Yang, the matter is settled, let's go."

Lin Xuan and the two came to the garden, Huang Rong stretched out her hand to hold Huang Shi and smiled.

"Well, shall we go to Xanadu now?"

Although Huang Rong said it didn't matter, Huang Shan still felt a little regretful after taking the Nine Yin Manual.

Hearing that Lin Xuan and his two men planned to kill the emperor, they also wanted to participate.

Considering that Huang Shi's force value should be regarded as one of the best in the world, Lin Xuan agreed.

This lineup is considered luxurious. Lin Xuan feels that it is enough to add Zhang Wuji at most.

In a high-end game like Dragon Slaying, no matter how many people there are, it's useless.

Master Jiejie also took the initiative to ask for help, so Huang Rong asked her to take a bath and stay at Emei without any worries, and not to come out and hinder her.

The main focus is on differential treatment.

This made the old nun realize her shame and become brave. She heard the chicken dance every day for a while, which made all the Emei disciples miserable.

"Well, there shouldn't be anything else, right?"

"We still have some time. Let's spend a month slowly passing by and study the Nine Yin Manual on the way."

"As the saying goes: sharpening your guns in battle will only be a waste of time. A surprise attack is also necessary."

Huang Rong pursed her lips and smiled, looking at Lin Xuan: "What did Mr. Lin say?"

"Just wait for me a little longer."

Lin Xuan's eyes flickered: "I'm going to see an old friend."

"Old friend? Why is there your old friend here?"

"I'll tell you later."

Lin Xuan's body flashed and turned into an afterimage, appearing dozens of feet away.

"Oh, what are you doing?"

A man dressed as a scholar was holding a stack of documents and walking towards the meeting hall with his head lowered.

By the time he saw Lin Xuan, he was already too late.

His hands trembled involuntarily, and the document fell to the floor.

"I see that my little brother has a lot of talent, and he is definitely not just a thing in the pool, so I came here for a while."

Lin Xuan flicked his sleeves, his energy surged, and he rolled up the scattered documents: "I don't want to overturn my little brother's documents, but that's a bit presumptuous."

"Hahaha, dragons are not things in the pond. Brother, what you said is too much."

The scholar thanked him, stretched out his hand to take the document, and said with a smile: "I am just a useless frog in the well. I only know how to do something with all my heart. If I can support myself and let everyone live a good life, I will be satisfied."

The scholar looked bold and free, but there was a gloomy look in the corner of his eyes, as if he was very concerned about Lin Xuan's words.

"Most heroes are born out of recklessness, and the future is unknown."

Lin Xuan smiled: "I'm Lin Xuan, don't you know your little brother Gao's name?"

"Lin Xuan? It turns out to be Mr. Lin from Emei. Mr. Lin is famous all over the world. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome."

The scholar frowned slightly, but with a look of fear on his face, he bowed and said, "My surname is Hu and my name is Weiyong. I pay my respects to you, sir. I wonder if you have any advice?"

"Advice is out of the question. Originally I thought the little brother was an old friend, but now it seems that I have admitted my mistake."

Lin Xuan smiled: "I wonder if my little brother has any descendants?"

"I haven't married yet, how can I have any children?"

Hu Weiyong was a little confused, but he still said truthfully: "Originally, we did have a marriage arranged at home, but we are busy these days, so we have to put it off again and again. I plan to get married again next month."

This kind of thing is not a secret, and there is no need to hide it.

"That's it. This little brother's move is quite reminiscent of the ancients. I admire you very much."

Lin Xuan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and patted Hu Weiyong on the shoulder: "In that case, I won't disturb him anymore, and we'll just say goodbye."

This appearance and the vague and sinister aura of a bird of prey are the same as the sunflower ancestor I saw that day.

However, Hu Weiyong himself was passionate about power and was not that religious about martial arts.

The greatest possibility is that Sunflower Patriarch is the son of Hu Weiyong.

Well, Hu Weiyong fought to the death with Liu Bowen and others, so his son was naturally disgusted with Liu Bowen.

However, in the thirteenth year of Hongwu, Hu Weiyong was convicted of treason. His entire family was executed, all nine clans were wiped out, and no family tree survived.

The glory and glory of the past have been swallowed up by the long river of history and cannot stir up any waves.

Even the historians of later generations cannot figure out how many sons Hu Weiyong had and what deeds he did.

Lin Xuan was too lazy to figure out the elimination method, so he simply took action and did some tricks on Hu Weiyong's body to make him infertile.

Well, in this case, Lao Zhu should not be too afraid of such a lonely minister.

Hu Weiyong himself has no motive for rebellion...

Maybe, he can still have a good death.

Lin Xuan felt that he was still very considerate of others.

"Sir, walk slowly!"

Although Hu Weiyong was thoughtful, he never imagined that his descendants would become enemies with Lin Xuan two hundred years later...

Seeing Lin Xuan leaving, he was slightly startled and then left.

"I have met my old friend, let's go."

In a flash, Lin Xuan appeared in front of Huang Rong and the two girls again, smiling.

"Brother Lin, just now after you spoke to the scholar, I suddenly felt relieved and my state of mind became a little clearer."

Huang Shan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did something happen without me knowing?"

"It's nothing, don't think about it."

Lin Xuan stretched out his hand to hold Huang Rong and walked out of the house: "It is a good thing to have a clear mind. Try to practice Jiuyin to a high level, and one day be able to ascend and transcend like Master Zhang."

"...Young lady, do your best."

Huang Shan was stunned for a moment, sighed with some lack of confidence, and followed the two of them.

"When it's over, brush off your clothes and hide yourself and your name?"

Huang Rong curled her lips and smiled: "Mr. Lin's methods are becoming more and more sophisticated."

"It's just a small trick to take advantage of opportunities. It's not as good as the master's wisdom and intelligence."

Huang Rong: "???"

***

Dadu Garden is located in the northeast of Yuan Dadu City. It is the place where the Yuan Dynasty emperors held banquets and played.

It began to be built during the reign of Kublai Khan, the founding emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, and it took more than 50 years to complete.

There are rockeries as high as 100 meters, with pavilions built on the mountains, brocade stone roads paved at the foot of the mountains, and ponds.

Famous flowers and plants tributed from Lingnan and Jiangnan can be seen everywhere.

It covers a vast area, the scenery is picturesque, and the dance pavilions are well-arranged and exquisite.

The palace maids and beauties are interspersed among them, which is even more like a dream, with a scene of singing and dancing.

"Okay! Let's continue the music and dance!"

Emperor Shundi of the Yuan Dynasty Tohhuan Temur was lying on the bed in a daze, eating grapes from the palace maid while staring at the dancers with seductive postures.

In the early days of his personal rule after overthrowing the powerful minister Bayan, Emperor Shundi of the Yuan Dynasty was actually quite ambitious.

He also took a series of reform measures to save the Yuan Dynasty from the ruling crisis.

However, the various problems that had accumulated for a long time in the Yuan Dynasty were far beyond his ability.

After a few years, the Yuan court was in constant internal strife, and external civil unrest broke out one after another. The rebel army also blossomed everywhere like bamboo shoots after rain.

Emperor Shundi of the Yuan Dynasty was busy for a while, and found that the Yuan Dynasty had lost half of its territory...

He simply adopted a bad attitude and indulged in pleasure all day long.

Occasionally, he attended court meetings, and he only cared about how many heads of "troublesome people" he had chopped off.

"It's a bit noisy here, let these people go down and rest."

At this time, a peaceful and serene voice sounded between heaven and earth.

"Who is it!"

Emperor Yuan Shun was drunk and shouted: "You want to rebel by talking to me like this!"

"It's me."

On the top of the mountain, the crimson shadow turned from virtual to real, revealing the solemn figure of Ba Shiba Baoxiang.

"Your Majesty has drunk too much, sober up."

Ba Shiba lowered his head slightly, looking down at the civil and military officials, eunuchs, guards, and beauties in the harem, including Emperor Yuan Shun, and his expression was still without joy or anger.

"You! Hmm? It turned out to be the master of the law!"

Seeing Ba Shiba's figure, Emperor Yuan Shun couldn't help twitching, and tears flowed from his eyes.

A sad mood rose in Emperor Yuan Shun's heart.

As if thinking of the vastness of the universe, he was alone and weeping...

In an instant, Emperor Shundi of Yuan entered the sage time and shouted loudly: "The Dharma Master is here, who told you to sing and dance and play music, and do such blasphemous acts? Get out of here!"

"..."

The musicians and welfare girls were inexplicably scolded, and had to secretly feel unlucky and leave in disgrace.

As long as they are normal people, they will not think of reasoning with the emperor.

As for the lama in red clothes?

That must not be a normal person either.

Although everyone did not know Bashiba, they had been in the palace for so long, so they still had this basic vision.

After a while, the venue was empty, leaving only more than a hundred trusted ministers and eunuchs of Emperor Shundi of Yuan.

"May I ask what you have to teach me, Master?"

Emperor Yuan Shun's heart was moved, and his face was full of expectation: "Master, you are a living god. Can you use your boundless magic power to extend the national destiny of the Yuan Dynasty for another hundred years?"

"The national destiny lies in the hearts of the people. When the hearts of the people are broken, the dynasty will naturally come to an end."

Eighth Master looked indifferent: "Your Majesty, don't worry about it. The imperial plan is fleeting. You should not be proud of it and you should not be ashamed of it."

"...Then may I ask, Master, what is the purpose of this trip?"

It was the first time that Emperor Yuan Shun heard someone say to his face, "It doesn't matter if the Yuan Dynasty is gone."

He was very angry.

But seeing that Eighth Master looked like a god, Emperor Yuan Shun immediately calmed down and said timidly.

"I made an appointment with Zhang Sanfeng on Mount Wudang that day to have another fight."

"But I didn't expect that he would be one step ahead of me and ascend to heaven."

Bashiba sighed softly: "I have no choice but to fight a life-and-death battle with others to settle the cause and effect."

"Haha! The master of the law is a god in the world, invincible in the world, and there is no need to care about those villains."

Emperor Yuan Shun was a little confused: "But what does this matter have to do with me?"

"It is related, they originally came to kill you."

"Ah?"

"They should be here, Your Majesty, don't worry, just wait a moment."

"I don't know if I will be lucky enough to peek into the secrets of heaven and earth in today's battle?"

Bashiba sighed softly, his expression was still focused and patient, and he didn't look like he was going to fight a life-and-death battle at all.

Perhaps, in his heart, there is no one else in the world except Zhang Sanfeng who is worthy of fighting with him.

"This..., they... are they here to assassinate me?"

Emperor Yuan Shun obviously didn't have such a good mentality as Bashiba, and asked quickly.

"Yes."

"When will the assassins arrive?"

"Soon, ten."

"Hmm? What?"

"Nine."

Emperor Shundi of Yuan Dynasty: "..."