Ming Dynasty: 100-year-old Heavenly Master, Zhu Yuanzhang’s biological father

Qin Tian Jian, downstairs.

Everyone followed the emperor’s dragon chariot back, except one person who stayed.

He is King Zhu Bai of Xiang

“Xiongying, take me to see the Heavenly Master.”Zhu Baixing said hurriedly,”I want to be like you and learn Taoism from the Heavenly Master.”

“Uncle Twelve, really?”Zhu Xiongying asked in surprise.

Although they are uncles and nephews, Zhu Bai’s uncle is a few years older than Zhu Xiongying. He has brought him into trouble in the palace since he was a child. He secretly went to the racecourse to ride horses, dug bird’s nests in the trees, etc. For this reason, Zhu Bai was hit by Zhu Yuanzhang’s shoehorn countless times.

Zhu Xiongying’s favorite was this twelfth uncle

, he would be happy to finally have a companion.

“Of course, you know, I like to read Taoist classics.”Zhu Bai spread his hands

“Uh, yes, Uncle Twelve, you also have a Taoist nickname: Zixuzi. Zhu Xiongying nodded,”Let’s go, I’ll take you to see Grand Master.””

He took Zhu Bai to the top of the building.

Zhu Shizhen was making tea on the porch, enjoying the rain and drinking tea leisurely.

“Aren’t you…in retreat?���Zhu Bai was dumbfounded

“Grand Master just doesn’t want to see Grandpa Huang.”Zhu Xiongying was helpless.

The two of them arrived beside Zhu Shizhen and saluted respectfully.

“Grand Master, this is my twelfth uncle. He also wants to join your sect and devote himself to cultivating Taoism. Zhu Xiongying said

“Junior Zhu Bai pays homage to the Heavenly Master.”Zhu Bai said goodbye again.

Zhu Shizhen’s eyes fell on Zhu Bai. The young man was heroic and heroic.

He remembered the”History of the Ming Dynasty” he had read in his previous life. Later, when the King of Hunan was in Jianwen and the vassal reduction, he was falsely accused of treason. He closed the door. Zhu Bai, the king of Xiang, was particularly good at

Taoism and worshiped Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang. He drank from the clear stream of Jiudu in the morning and stayed in the purple mist of Nanyan for many years. I can’t find it in the empty mountain. In the lonely pine tree, there is only Zhang Xuanxuan, the love god. From the poem praising Zhang Zhenren, it can be seen that he actually longs for the life of Xianyun Yehe

“Okay, I will accept you as a disciple. Zhu Shizhen smiled and said,”However, if you and Xiongying are not of the same generation, it will mess up the seniority. In this case, you can call me Master Pindao.””

“Zhu Bai pays homage to the Grand Master.”Zhu Bai immediately bowed.

Zhu Shizhen laughed loudly.

Speaking of which, this is his grandson.

……

The heavy rain in Beijing lasted for several days.

The drought situation in the world has been completely alleviated.

This day, the sky cleared up again.

Zhu Yuanzhang was in a great mood. After approving the notes, he strolled to the main hall with Prince Zhu Biao.

In the early days of the Kingdom, a large main hall was built, filled with ancient and modern books, and summoned famous Confucians, popes, princes, and princes from all over the world.

Zhu Yuanzhang himself did not study when he was a child, and he was very strict with his sons’ studies.

At that time, he appointed Song Lian as the Grand Master of the East Palace, in charge of the studies of all the princes. Zhu Yuanzhang would never forget Song Lian’s words.

“The prince is the bloodline of the dynasty.

The country only has the crown prince and the pillar of the court.

After that, they are the sons of the emperor.

Everyone thinks that the prince’s life is like heaven and earth.

That was a huge misunderstanding.

When the dynasty fell, the prince lived a life of luxury and entertainment.

All holy kings regard the training of princes as important as the life of the dynasty.

Therefore, the sons of holy kings are often miserable.

Just to study, they have to work hard for eighteen years.

After completing the studies, they still have to study politics and establish a career.

Serve the king and guard the border.

Throughout the ages, all princes are willing to make meritorious deeds on the battlefield, but they cannot bear the pain of writing.

”

The rules of the main hall today were all set by Song Lian back then.

Zhu Yuanzhang walked slowly and sighed softly:”Song Lian died of illness five years ago. Hey, when he was here, no prince dared to cause trouble. He beat our son more than I did.”

“Master Song died of illness in Kuizhou five years ago.”

Zhu Biao’s eyes were gloomy. He missed Song Lian very much.”My son and I were beaten by him too.””

“After Song Lian left, there was no longer a worthy master in the palace.”

Zhu Yuanzhang was not angry and walked quickly with his hands behind his back,”Old Twelve, Old Thirteen, Old Seventeen, they are more troublesome than the other.”

When they were about to arrive at the main hall, they heard a noise.

Zhu Yuanzhang’s eyes suddenly sharpened. When he came to the window of the main hall, he looked up and saw Zhu Bai talking back to Mr.

“It’s a crappy book to read. I won’t read it anyway. I want to go to Qintian Prison to cultivate immortality with the old Celestial Master.” Zhu Bai said

“How can there be immortals in this world? The gentleman held the ruler and said sternly,”As a prince, how can you believe in those nihilistic things?” Since ancient times, Emperor Qin Shihuang searched for immortals and Emperor Wu of Han searched for immortals. Which one of them succeeded?”

“That’s because they haven’t met the Heavenly Master! Zhu Bai snorted,”Sir, you are just a mortal and you know nothing.””

“you you……”The old gentleman huffed.

Bang!

The door was pushed open, and Zhu Yuanzhang rushed in with a shoehorn in hand. He rushed in front of Zhu Bai, raised his hand and started beating him.

“You kid, are you going to skip class again? Still cultivating immortality?”

“As a brother, if you don’t set an example, I won’t be able to whip you to death today.”

Bah bang bang!

Zhu Yuanzhang’s shoehorn fell on Zhu Bai’s back

“Father, after you beat me, can I go to practice immortality?”

“You are going to join the feudal clan soon. What kind of immortality can you cultivate?”

“Then I’ll be a bastard prince, I’ve already become a disciple of the Heavenly Master, and I’m going to cultivate immortality”

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