I! Old Zhu Shengsun! The only immortal in Ming Dynasty!

He turned his head blankly, looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said:

"Master, did you see the wrong stars before? The true holy king of our Daming is not King Yan, but a grandson? "

Zhang Sanfeng also showed a little confused look for the first time.

Over the years, he looked at the stars at night and found five-star pearls, which symbolized the instability of the crown prince, and it happened that Zhu Di became a prison again, knowing that the future throne would probably belong to Zhu Di, the king of Yan.

It's just that he has never asked about world affairs, and even if he sees this, he only mentioned a few words to his disciples, and he doesn't care about the ownership of the throne in the world.

But now...

Zhu Xiongying was not only competent and incorruptible, but even devoted his family wealth to rescue the victims.

This is not a holy king, who is a holy king?

If he can't become the emperor, it will be unreasonable!

Is God really blind? Don't let such a future holy monarch go, but insist on Zhu Di becoming the emperor?

Or do you say... Is it simply that you are wrong?

For the first time, he was so desperate to wait for dark and see the stars again!

The old man didn't know what they were talking about, but he looked at Song Yuanqiao with some dissatisfaction and said: "Old man, don't you like to listen to what I say, you are a Taoist priest to tell people's fortunes, what can you do?" "

"I see that you are also in your thirties, why don't you work hard when you are good?"

"When you work hard, you have meat to eat!" Better than you cheat and cheat and drink! "

"What Your Highness despises the most is people like you who can play tricks! That's why he deposed many officials in the county who did not do anything! "

Song Yuanqiao smiled bitterly and said: "The lesson of the old man is, but in fact, our master and apprentice came here, in fact, we also want to prevent the epidemic and cure the disease and save people, but I didn't expect that there was no plague here..."

"There will be excuses! Don't want to work yet? The old man pouted.

Seeing that he was disdainful, Zhang Sanfeng did not dare to be careless, and immediately instructed: "The plague is very harmful, and it must not be underestimated!" After studying the poor road for a long time, I have some experience, although there is no outbreak of epidemic in "430", but it must be prevented! "

"After studying the poor road for many years, I have accumulated a little epidemic prevention method..."

The old man was stunned, and looked at Zhang Sanfeng suspiciously, seeing that he had a fairy wind and bone temperament, and said half-heartedly: "Then you say, what can be done?" "

"It's actually very simple!" Zhang Sanfeng said positively: "This first rule is that you must not drink raw water, you must cook it before drinking!" "

After that, he was ready to explain why he did it.

No way, this is the epidemic prevention strategy he has summed up after traveling to many disaster areas for many years, but the world does not understand it at all, let alone accept it, so he can only patiently explain one or two.

However......

"The second rule is to cremate the body, right?"

"Huh?"

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned suddenly, and Song Yuanqiao was even more shocked: "How do you know, husband?" "

The old man rolled his eyes: "Not only do I know, but I also know that you are going to say next, the third is to clean the patient's house with quicklime, and the fourth is to smear the wound with spirits!" "

Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao looked at each other, and they both saw the incredible color in each other's eyes.

These truths are Zhang Sanfeng's experience in epidemic prevention over the years, because the people do not understand, so they have not been passed down to the world.

Their masters and apprentices were originally going to teach the people here.

As a result, now, it has been broken by a random old farmer?

The two even felt a sense of confusion, as if their treasure was actually a rotten street that was not rare to anyone.

What's going on here?

"This... Except for the last one, the rest is indeed what the poor road wants to say. "

Zhang Sanfeng nodded hesitantly and said, "It's just, how do you know?" "

"Do you really not know or pretend? Isn't this the method that His Highness has long taught us about epidemic prevention? "

"He even knows this!"

Song Yuanqiao was suddenly shocked.

"Your Highness is a god-man descendant, why not?"

“......"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head with a bitter smile, even with his heart, he didn't know what to say at the moment.

What he painstakingly studied was actually mastered by a seven-year-old child long ago.

It's as if I had worked hard to practice martial arts for many years and finally came out of the mountain, but found that everyone outside would do divine skills.

It really makes people want to die...

And Song Yuanqiao said a little weakly: "Uncle, I have some medicine here, if you are infected, you can try it." "

Saying that, he took out a bottle of elixir from his arms.

Originally, this was also the elixir prepared by Zhang Sanfeng in order to treat the disaster victims, but at first, the master and apprentice were afraid that it would not be enough, and they were ready to go to the place and then take local materials and continue refining pills.

But now...

There is still no need to cherish this elixir in particular, just give it to this old man, in case of emergency.

Outcome......

"What elixir is more useful than the little blue pill given by Taisun?"

"Huh?"

Then, the master and apprentice were shocked to see that the old man also took out a small paper package from his arms.

Wrapped in the paper are small blue pills!

Those pills emitted a strange fragrance, just smelling it refreshed people's minds!

Zhang Sanfeng just smelled this smell and found that this little blue pill was actually a pill with medicinal power than his own, and the essence did not know how many times!

If you talk about your own elixir, you can only temporarily prevent the epidemic for this old man.

That little blue pill can fundamentally improve the physique of the elderly.

After taking it, this old man can become a dragon spirit and tiger within an hour at most!

That effect is a world of difference!

"This, this is also researched by Taisun?"

Zhang Sanfeng was a little gaffe, looked at the old man in disbelief and asked.

"Yes!" The old man nodded and said proudly: "Taisun ordered, everyone should take a small blue pill every day to prevent infection, old man, my physique is weaker, take two pills a day!" Since eating this, I haven't contracted it at all! "

"This is still for everyone..."

Zhang Sanfeng suddenly became incredulous.

The pill that he refined by himself was time-consuming and laborious, and he also had to use many precious medicinal materials, which was expensive.

And now the pill of Taisun can be popularized on a large scale, what does this mean?

This shows that Taisun's achievements in the art of Qi Huang have far surpassed his own!

He could use ordinary medicinal materials to refine pills that were far more effective than his own!

This......

Is a seven-year-old also something you can do?

Who is this grandson?

Whenever I feel that I know him well, he can always shock people again!

He only felt like he was peeling an onion now, peeling off one layer and another layer!

Zhu Xiongying is simply like a bottomless pool, so that people can't see his depth at all!

He immediately had an urge to see Zhu Xiongying immediately to see him and see what kind of divine he was!

How many secrets are still hidden in him, that he does not know.

In Zhang Sanfeng's past hundred years, he has seen many strange people and strange things, and he can deal with everything he encountered in the past.

But now, from Zhu Xiongying, he felt an incomparably strange and strange feeling...

It's as if Zhu Xiongying is really not an extraordinary person, but comes from above Jiuxiao!

However, before leaving, he couldn't help but ask the old man: "Doesn't Taisun really have other shortcomings?" "

Listening to Zhu Xiongying's deeds, he felt that Zhu Xiongying was too perfect, so perfect that it felt unreal.

But all mortals, how should they have some shortcomings to appear flesh and blood!

When the old man heard this question, he was a little surprised not to be angry, but also frowned and thought hard for a long time, and suddenly nodded slowly and said: "In fact, there are still shortcomings!" "

"What?" At this time, Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao were staring at the old man, with serious faces.

The old man slapped his thigh, hating iron and not steel: "Then you need to say, of course, His Highness is too defeated!" "

"You said that the porridge is the porridge, why does he cook it so thick? In this year of famine, starving people can not die, cooking such a thick porridge is not a waste of food! "

"Also, how can there be a reason to give heavy laborers meat every day? God, we used to work heavier, and we couldn't eat a meal of meat for the New Year, but didn't we get down? "

"The grandson can pour well, give people meat every day, how much does this cost!" (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"And you Daoist priests, you don't bring work, Your Highness will give you porridge to drink, to be honest, I don't think I should give you a drink!" If you want to give it, you shouldn't give it to Your Highness! "

"If it goes on like this, his little money will be finished, how can he get it like this!"

While counting Zhu Xiongying's defeated deeds, the old man was heartbroken, as if Zhu Xiongying was spending his family's money for disaster relief...

Song Yuanqiao smiled bitterly, he could naturally see that the old man had already regarded his grandson as his own, so he would care so much.

Otherwise, where will the old man feel sorry for other people's money, how to spend it?

Of course, there are cheap and do not occupy the king bastard...

He was about to say a few words of relief, but who knows, but Zhang Sanfeng asked: "Then if the money of Taisun De is really spent, what will you do?" "

"You old way of asking well, we have long considered this!" The old man was interested: "We people have all discussed, and when the harvest is good next year, every family will contribute money and grain to fill the deficit for the grandson!" "

Song Yuanqiao was about to sigh when the people were simple and the people were grateful.

Zhang Sanfeng asked again: "Then what if the grandson really can't fill the deficit, resulting in being borrowed by the creditor, taking the opportunity to damage the reputation of the grandson, and even causing him to lose the future throne?" "

"How can that work?" The old farmer's face suddenly changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Then even if we sell the fields and land again, we will also help the grandson pay back!" "

"What if it doesn't work?" Zhang Sanfeng was even a little aggressive at the moment and continued to ask.

At this time, the old man's face suddenly changed rapidly, and he seemed to be experiencing a fierce psychological struggle.

In the end, the simple and old face actually showed a hideous color that was extremely inconsistent with his temperament, and said heavily: "If you can't pay back, then you won't pay it back!" "

"Old man, I don't want to pay the bill, but someone really dares to force the grandson, and also wants his throne, others I dare not say, at least our entire village dares to work hard for the grandson!"

"If you can't settle the debt, then settle the creditor?" Zhang Sanfeng suddenly said 0...

"Yes, yes, that's right!" The old man's eyes flashed fiercely: "Kill the creditor, I see who dares to take the throne of the grandson!" "

"I see."

When Zhang Sanfeng heard this, he let out a long sigh.

No more to the old man, turn around and leave.

Song Yuanqiao was already listening stupidly, and he hurriedly followed at the moment, but he was also worried in his heart.

In that conversation just now, maybe even the old farmer himself didn't know what he was talking about.

But Song Yuanqiao gradually understood...

Zhang Sanfeng's few questions were to let the old peasant say how loyal he was to Zhu Xiongying.

He was even willing to rebel for the benefit of Zhu Xiongying!

This kind of thinking is buried deep in the heart of the old farmer, and may not even be aware of the old farmer himself.

But it's incredibly real.

And how many people like the old peasants are there?

Song Yuanqiao thought of the vastness of the disaster area and the number of victims, and his face gradually turned a little pale.

That would be a horrific number.

As long as one-tenth of those people are willing to die for Zhu Xiongying, it will also be a force that can start a large-scale war.

And his master has experienced a complete chaotic era at the end of the Yuan, and obviously he does not want to see such creatures in chaos again.

But now that the future emperor star is in Yan King Zhu Di, Zhu Xiongying is so good, he can be called a natural saint... Coupled with the fact that Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor, is still alive, he does not seem to have made up his mind about the ownership of the throne.

Three dragons in the same dynasty.

It's worrying.

Seeing that his master had a sad look on his face, he couldn't help but say: "You relax, the troubled times will not come again." "

Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "Let's wait until I see my grandson." "

The two went all the way to the county seat, and along the way, they only saw a busy scene along the way, and finally saw the legendary asphalt road.

"Master, look quickly! It is a miracle that there is such a solid and hard road in the world! "

"It's so flat..."

Zhang Sanfeng also looked strange, and even squatted down and buttoned the asphalt road with his fingers, but the black road only appeared a small pit.

Song Yuanqiao was shocked as he watched, this button is not simple, it condenses Zhang Sanfeng's skills for decades.

If it is fastened to the stone, it is enough to make the stone crack.

But now this asphalt road is just a small hole.

The road is more solid than you can imagine.

"Who are you who dare to destroy the pavement?"

Suddenly, a loud shout came.

I only saw a strong man coming, he looked at Zhang Sanfeng and the two with a very unkind face, and his eyes narrowed:

"Good kung fu, but to destroy the road of Taisun Shu, who sent you?"

"This... It's really poor, isn't it. "

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned, and then said with an apologetic face: "Poor Dao actually came to find the grandson." "

"What Daoist priest dares to see His Highness, do you think you are Zhang Sanfeng?" Jin Yiwei sneered.

"The poor road is indeed..."

"Poor what poverty! Destroy the road, come with me! Saying that, Jin Yiwei took out the chain from his waist and tied him up 4.4.

"This..."

"That's a lot of nonsense!"

Jin Yiwei was impatient, stepped forward to join his palms into claws, and grabbed Zhang Sanfeng, the claws were cold and could open gold cracking stones.

Nine Yin White Bone Claw!

Although this Jin Yiwei is only a cultivator Xiaocheng.

But this is after all the technique created by Zhu Xiongying, which is much stronger than the original Nine Yin White Bone Claw, which has already made this Jin Yiwei comparable to a martial arts grandmaster.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng's face showed helplessness, and he just wanted to make a gentle move, subduing this brocade guard and then slowly explaining.

But then his face changed, and he quickly punched hard.

The combination of rigidity and softness burst out, and struck a blow with this Nine Yin White Bone Claw, and the two retreated in unison.

Zhang Sanfeng retreated with his steps, using the power of Taijiquan to soften the rigidity, before he stopped, and his steps stepped on a small pit in the ground.

He raised his eyes in shock and looked at the brocade guard in disbelief: "Dare to ask Your Excellency's honorable name?" "

The punch just now condensed his hundred years of martial arts cultivation, and one blow was enough to subdue any martial arts grandmaster at that time.

But it was only a tie with this young Jinyiwei?

The other party has such a strong martial art, he should be famous in the world, but he actually doesn't know him.

That Jin Yiwei also shook his hand, and glanced at Zhang Sanfeng with some strangeness: "You old Taoist priest has some doorways!" "

"Your Excellency, could it be Song Zhong, the commander of Jinyiwei?" Zhang Sanfeng Wen said, if Song Zhong had such martial arts, it would be reasonable.

"Pack up, you still need my family commander? Lao Tzu one brocade guard hundred households is enough! "

After speaking, that Jin Yiwei laughed viciously again, and rushed up, his Xiaocheng's Nine Yin White Bone Claw was used to the extreme, and the claw wind was extremely strong, and Zhang Sanfeng did not dare to be careless, and he went up with all his strength.

The two collided one after another, and in a moment they had already exchanged dozens of moves.

Zhang Sanfeng is more and more frightened, his taijiquan is created by studying for many years, and it is more integrated with his Taoist understanding, far superior to ordinary martial arts.

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