Ming Dynasty: The Sixth Brother of the Zhu Family Seeks Immortality

"Old Zhang! Go and investigate one by one for me! Remember which statue comes from which vassal king? Please investigate carefully!"

Zhu Di even used the northern dialect he was used to speaking when he was guarding Shuntian Mansion.

His hair stood on end! If his hair hadn't been too long, Zhu Zhankan would have seen what it means to be so angry today!

It was obvious that he was very angry.

However, this is normal. It is difficult for Zhu Di not to be angry because he is suspected of being cursed by his own brother.

When Zhu Di thought of this, he couldn't help but start thinking secretly in his heart.

Could it be that the reason for the failure in cultivation is that he was cursed by someone?

"According to the order!!" Eunuch Zhang felt Zhu Di's anger and did not dare to say more. He agreed and quickly retreated.

Seeing Zhu Di who was angry with the feudal king, Zhu Zhankan felt that this was a good opportunity to submit a good opportunity to reform the feudal king's policies.

"Grandpa Huang, my grandson wants to take this statue back and study it to see who has mastered which technique."

Is there really a genius in this world who can understand the magic within a few days of spiritual energy recovery?

Zhu Di waved his hand and told Zhu Zhankan to do whatever he wanted.

"My grandson, there is another memorial here. If Grandpa Huang is interested, you can take a look." Zhu Zhankan put the memorial on the table and looked at the beams and pillars.

Then he left the palace with his fat father.

Similar to what he guessed, proposing strategies that are beneficial to the development of the Ming Dynasty will really bring good luck from the golden dragon of luck.

Zhu Zhankan thought for a while, waved his hands in the carriage, and an incense burner appeared in front of the father and son.

The incense burner began to emit an orange-yellow light.

"This is..." Zhu Gaochi was surprised at first when he saw this magical scene, and then he was envious.

He thinks this is the so-called fairy weapon.

"This is a magic weapon." Zhu Zhankan integrated the trace of luck that the golden dragon of luck had just lit into the heroic incense burner.

A middle-grade luck weapon - the Heroic Spirit Incense Burner!

"Is it something used by immortals?" Zhu Gaochi looked at the incense burner with greed on his face.

Zhu Zhankan found it a bit funny and said: "It's not a weapon of an immortal. It's just a weapon used by ordinary cultivators."

Zhu Gaochi, who returned to the Prince's Mansion, was still asking about the knowledge about magical weapons.

Don't let go of any possibility of coming into contact with the magic weapon.

"Dad, aren't you still busy dealing with the price of medicinal materials?"

Zhu Gaochi waved his hand: "Just leave those little things to the people below."

"Then why don't you quickly consolidate your cultivation?"

Having said this, Zhu Gaochi could only leave reluctantly.

Watching Zhu Gaochi leave, Zhu Zhankan returned to his room, preparing to study this suspected new technique.

In fact, Zhu Zhankan somewhat exaggerated the damage caused by the curse of the statue. At best, the statue would make Zhu Di's luck somewhat unfavorable for a short period of time, and it would not have much impact.

However, it has only been a short month since the spiritual energy recovered.

Someone actually figured out the method of cultivation, which made Zhu Zhankan lament that there are still many talents in the world.

Although the method I figured out seems a bit crooked, no matter how crooked it is, it is still a method!

It's better than practicing without anything.

Chapter 48 The wealthy Ming vassal king

Looking at the damaged iron statue in front of him, Zhu Zhankan touched his chin in surprise.

"What a talent. He actually came up with the idea of ​​using a statue like this. It's a pity. The person who cast the spell is probably dead."

"I don't know if the person who cast the technique is the one who researched the technique."

"Don't underestimate the people of the world. You still need to learn more about Yin people's magic!"

A worthless, rotten statue is enough to make a person extremely unlucky, and even kill him silently.

"But..." Zhu Zhankan frowned: "How did this thing get past the Golden Dragon of Luck and hurt Grandpa Huang?"

"A simple curse spell, the Luck Golden Dragon should be able to break it at a glance, right?"

"Could it be that the Luck Golden Dragon doesn't even have the function of protecting the Lord? Then what use does my Ming Dynasty have for this golden dragon?"

At this time, a certain unknown golden dragon shivered fiercely on the beam.

Then he lay down comfortably on the beam and remained motionless.

Zhu Zhankan of the Prince's Mansion naturally did not pay attention to the movements of the Luck Golden Dragon. He continued to fiddle with the statue and the yellow silk cloth.

"Could it be because the statue's magic is not harmful at all?"

Zhu Zhankan thought of a new idea and used spiritual energy to wander on the yellow silk cloth again.

This time he discovered the truth.

It turns out that the spell on the silk cloth did not harm anyone, but only acted as a hindrance.

To put it bluntly, it was just a response to Zhu Di, but there was no actual harm.

This sinister method is worth learning from.

First of all, it should not be too obvious. Use a statue that condenses spiritual energy as a shell to protect the silk cloth used to cast the spell.

At the same time, the release effect of the spell should be delayed.

Otherwise, if something goes wrong at someone else's house just after you give the gift, everyone will be suspicious.

Having learned the lessons from being tricked this time, Zhu Zhankan plans to make complete preparations for his future tricks.

Zhu Zhankan touched his chin. He also knew some Yin Yang Feng Shui skills.

Although these Feng Shui techniques are mainly used for tombs, mausoleums and tombs can also be used to create evil spirits!

It is not difficult to use the art of Feng Shui to harm people's lives.

In addition, to recruit Yin Wenchen and generals, no magic is needed.

Just arrange a talisman, formation or something like that, and with the help of the emperor, give it out as a reward.

It seems that all kinds of unorthodox methods are really effective.

Shaking his head, Zhu Zhankan stopped thinking about it, since he had already figured out the principle of the statue.

There was no need to waste time on such a small matter.

Zhu Zhankan took a blood and qi pill, got into the posture of practicing, and prepared to start practicing.

The path of practice is based on hard work.

Zhu Zhankan has been stuck in the fourth small realm of refining essence into qi for several days, and he feels that his practice is a bit slow.

Of course, if this practice speed is heard by his emperor grandfather and uncle who are stuck in the entry stage.

They will probably curse.

......

Zhu Di in the palace is still sitting in the quiet room.

There are only three pills left in front of him.

Although he suspected that the previous practice failed because of the curse of the statue, it was just a guess.

What if it was not because of the curse, but his aptitude was not good?

Should he go to that grandson to ask for some pills again?

Emperor Yongle, don't you have any face?

Zhu Di got off the bed and lit a few sticks of the best incense offered by the locals. He forced himself to calm down.

Don't think about those miscellaneous things.

Feeling that he had entered a stable stage, Zhu Di picked up another pill.

Slowly put it into his mouth!

The surrounding spiritual energy began to gather and disperse towards Zhu Di. He took a deep breath and felt that something seemed to be jumping between heaven and earth!

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes full of loss and bloodshot, and a hint of disappointment inevitably appeared in his eyes.

Does he really want him to ask his grandson for help?

No, no!

Who is Zhu Di? He is the Yongle Emperor who has been in the army for half his life! He is the King of Yan of the Ming Dynasty who marched north to the desert!

What is a mere pill? What is a mere practice? Can it be difficult for him, Zhu Di?

Zhu Di encouraged himself, made up his mind, grabbed two pills, and bit them into pieces!

This time, he started practicing again with the spirit of having fought for half his life and the spirit of dying for his country if he didn't succeed!