I have a role in the heavens

"Master, you and I have known each other for nearly 15 years!"

The man had extraordinary respect for Yuan Hui. Because his family was poor and he was always hungry, he had no choice but to join Fengyang Huangjue Temple to become a monk and became a novice monk in the temple. He met Yuan Hui, who was a Shaolin disciple at the time.

For some reason, Yuan Hui looked at him with special eyes and favored him. Not only did he teach him the art of war, the art of identifying people, and the method of looking at people's energy, he also awarded him a battlefield martial arts "Dianbing Jue", which comes from Xin Qiji's "Poor Poker". "Zhen Zi": "When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and read the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burned, fifty strings were blown over the wall, and the soldiers were ordered in autumn on the battlefield."

The man respected Yuan Hui so much not only because Yuan Hui taught him so much and changed his life, but also because he knew how unfathomable the handsome monk in front of him was, with profound knowledge, great strength, and extraordinary skills. The Art of War is masterful in everything and masters everything.

"I've never contacted you in all these years!"

Yuan Hui had no intention of continuing to have contact with him at the beginning. The reason for teaching him was that he saw that this person had the luck of the hidden dragon, which was not revealed yet and was in the latent stage, so he casually arranged a move and treated him After three months of teaching, when I came to Guangmingding this time, I found that his destiny was already ready and he was about to move towards his mission, so I came to see him.

"I, Chongba, will never forget the kindness of Master's teachings. I just don't know why Master came here this time."

This big man is a man with a clear sense of grudges and grudges. He is very grateful for Yuan Hui's kindness, but he also knows that this man's identity is a disciple of the Shaolin monk Kongjian. For his identity at this time, he is an enemy rather than a friend, but He is still willing to repay Yuan Hui's kindness.

"What if I say I'm looking for you to destroy the Ming Cult?"

Yuan Hui looked at the big man in front of her playfully, and asked tentatively about his decision.

The big man's pupils tightened when he heard this. When he saw Yuan Hui again, he had a bad premonition. Unexpectedly, he couldn't escape after all. But although Yuan Hui was kind to him, she couldn't let him betray his brother who had been on the battlefield together. .

"I can't do what the master asks for, but I will never repay the kindness I owe the master, and I am willing to sacrifice my life!"

The big man pulled out the sword from his waist. This sword was not a famous sword, but an ordinary iron sword. There were many gaps on the blade. It should have been damaged when fighting the Mongols on the battlefield. There was a faint dark red mark on the sword. Blood Spot, this is a weapon that can be used in hundreds of battles, a heroic sword that belongs to the battlefield.

Fang Hui took the sword, looked at the dark red blood spots on the sword, looked at the big man waiting to be killed, Fang Hui sighed, "Chongba, am I such a person in your eyes? Picture report?"

The big man opened his eyes after hearing this, with a bit of panic in his eyes. He was just confused for a moment, and did not think about the purpose of Yuan Hui's coming here. He simply thought that Yuan Hui, as a Shaolin disciple, must have a blood feud with the Ming Cult, and naturally it was for Let him betray Mingjiao.

The big man lowered his high head. He no longer had the courage to look forward to death. Instead, he seemed to have made a mistake as a disciple and did not dare to face his mentor.

"This is a good sword. Take it back and keep it to kill more Mongolian cavalry!"

Fang Hui handed the iron sword back to the big man again, and the big man quickly finished and put the sword away carefully.

"I'm here to tell you that I don't have much time. I hope you can seize the opportunity and gain more military power. As for the high-level struggles of the Mingjiao, you should not get involved too much!"

The big man was stunned when he heard this, not knowing what Yuan Hui's words meant.

"I will leave this world in about three years!"

"So I hope to overthrow Dayuan within three years. As for the subsequent battle for hegemony, I can't worry about it!"

"I hope you can cherish the three years and strengthen the Red Scarf Army in your hands. Troubled times are coming, and military power is the most important!"

"Will Dayuan really be destroyed in three years?"

The Han Dynasty was doubtful and could not believe that the powerful Yuan Ting would be destroyed in three years.

"I have asked Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren to kill Dayuan's national destiny. If it still doesn't work, I will personally kill the powerful people of Yuanting. Dayuan must withdraw from the Central Plains within three years!"

Yuan Hui didn't look like a monk at all at this time, his face was full of evil spirits, no less than Yaksha.

"I see!"

"You are already the commander-in-chief of the army, but do you have a formal name? You can't keep using the name Chongba, making people laugh!"

Yuan Hui originally wanted to leave directly, but suddenly stopped and turned back to ask the man who was meditating under the moonlight.

"Master, you know that I am a rough man and have never read any books, so I never gave him a name!"

The big man smiled honestly and touched his head sheepishly. At this time, he lost a trace of his ferocity and looked like a child who had not grown up.

"But since the master said so, I will give you a new name now!"

"Oh, are you thinking?"

Yuan Hui turned around, became interested, and asked the big man curiously.

"Just now, I thought of a name."

The big man seemed very proud and confident in the name he came up with.

"what is it call?"

Yuan Hui became more and more curious.

"How about Zhu Yuanzhang?"

"Zhu Yuanzhang?"

Yuan Hui had already made a guess in his mind. How could there be so many hidden dragon fates in the world? He had made a guess before, but it was only now that he was able to confirm it.

"Yes, it's Zhu Yuanzhang!"

The big man proudly showed off his name to Yuan Hui. The origin of the name is also explained.

"Zhu Nai is my surname. Although I have no great achievements, I don't dare to forget my ancestors. The word "Yuan" is taken from the master's name, Zhang, to respect Master Zhang's feat of killing the Yuan Dynasty. Master, you Look, doesn’t this name make sense?”

"Zhu Yuanzhang?"

There was a black line on Yuan Hui's head, and he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat. This guy really had no literary talent. If he really used this name, it wouldn't be as nice as his original name Zhu Chongba.

"Change it, let's use homophonic pronunciation!"

"Yuan is changed to Yuan, Zhang is changed to Zhang, Zhu Yuanzhang!"

Yuan Hui explained the meaning of the name to the big man one stroke at a time.

"Zhu Yuanzhang can also be understood as "Zhu Yuanzhang", which means he is a sharp weapon to kill Dayuan. What do you think?"

Yuan Hui asked the big man for his opinion, but actually gave him no choice at all, because his eyes were extremely scary. If the big man dared to disagree, he would definitely let the big man know why the flowers were so red.

The big man knew very well that people had to bow their heads under the eaves, so how could he dare to resist Yuan Hui's oppression? He nodded obsequiously to Yuan Hui, expressing that he was very satisfied with the name.

Yuan Hui looked at the big man. It shouldn't be Zhu Yuanzhang's sincere performance. He couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. He reached out and patted Zhu Yuanzhang on the shoulder, as if to praise him for his awareness of current affairs.