My doppelganger drama

Even though Fu Kong had penetrated very far, no matter what, the noise caused by his battle with Samuel was already too loud.

The collapse of mountains and the basins in the plateau are all so shocking.

In comparison, the life-and-death battles between the armies of the two countries, and even the vast majority of participants in the martial arts tournament, were like children playing around.

Even the soldiers who often saw Fu Kong perform and heard that he brought countless good news were shocked when they looked at the deep pit in the distance.

What a warrior god.

It has already exceeded the limit that ordinary people can imagine, and it is difficult to figure out how he reached such a realm.

Moving mountains and reclaiming seas is not just an exaggerated description.

After being stunned, cheers from the military erupted.

And Fukong has also sent out a signal in his own way. After forcing the imperial army back, he will wait for the dynasty army to take over the city.

…

Liu Shi clapped his hands. He was using his own means to watch the scene in the distance. Looking at Fu Kong's performance, even though his heart had been silent for many years, he couldn't help but feel his blood welling up.

Worthy of being a teacher.

After taking a deep breath, he looked out the window.

The noise in the courtyard of the martial arts center seemed to have finally calmed down. If the scene there hadn't been so exciting just now, he would have been very annoying.

Soon, a figure appeared in Liu Shi's house: "Sir, all the other side believers who tried to sneak into the house have been killed."

"Pack it up, and then let's take a trip to the palace." Liu Shi nodded and said.

"yes."

After responding, the figure disappeared.

Liu Shi stood beside the bed melancholy, looking at the starry sky outside: "Teacher's advance preparation actually comes in handy..."

The letter Fu Kong had given him before had a very simple sentence, but it was very dangerous to think about it carefully.

"Recall the brother who I handed over the token back then, and let you take temporary command. If something unexpected happens in the future, you should know what to do."

Fukong was a famous general in the past and had brought out a group of cronies. However, Fukong himself did not want anything, otherwise he would not have disbanded his armor and returned home shortly after the end of the war when the old emperor died of illness.

However, the masters who followed Fukong through life and death and received advice from Fukong were far from silent. However, most of them only served Fukong, so they all returned to their hometowns after becoming famous, or found a sect to rest. .

Fu Kong distributed tokens to them, just as souvenirs.

But now, it has become a symbol like a summons.

Following Fu Kong's orders, they are always ready.

Liu Shi could at most sense that something was wrong in the palace, but he never thought that there would be members of the other side of the church directly infiltrating into it.

He even dares to have someone do something to him.

He could feel that the real target of the Bi'an Sect was definitely not him, but Fu Kong.

Fu Kong himself is too strong, so it is more convenient and simple to attack the people around him.

But I don’t know why the other shore sect is targeting Fukong.

The teacher probably didn't know that the mastermind behind this was the Bian'an Sect. If he knew, he would have just taken the time to go and clean up the Bian'an Sect. How could he wait until now?

Shaking his head, Liu Shi turned and left.

He had a hunch that he might not be able to take any time off tonight, or even in the future.

Brother, you are somewhat too confused.

…

It's late at night, and the martial arts tournament is still going on, but everyone can't watch and do nothing all the time.

Emperor Liu Sheng returned to his palace early.

Sitting alone on the couch, Liu Sheng's malnourished face was frowning and not very pretty.

"You guys, what on earth are you doing for food!?" Finally, he couldn't help shouting and punched the bed next to him.

Standing below were two Black-and-White-robed Bean Cultists, who felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

"That Zhuang He didn't get it, and now even my younger brother who has already stayed away from officialdom can't do anything! Is this how you support me!? Now if Fukong knows about this, I'm afraid the palace will be troubled when he comes back Give it to him! Didn't you see it!? There was an extra basin on the plateau! Do you think your three-legged cat skills are much better than the bugs in front of him!?" Liu Sheng cursed loudly, and he had no trace of it. There was no time to take care of his majesty and face.

"Your Majesty, Zhuang He's incident is still expected, but Liu Shi is guarded by experts. I'm afraid this is Fu Kong's handwriting."

"So what? You are the ones in charge!"

"Calm down, Your Majesty, the dynasty is still your dynasty. As long as Fu Kong cannot come back, Zhuang He and Liu Shi alone will not be able to make any waves."

"..." Liu Sheng was silent for a long time: "You have seen what he is capable of, and you still think you can leave him on that plateau?"

"Haha, of course, the reason why we asked you to prepare such a good stage for us is to facilitate our performance. Our leader is about to mature, and when the time comes, her performance will definitely help you solve your problems."

The apostles moved out of their leader.

When talking about the equally mysterious leader of the white mask, Liu Sheng felt a little more relaxed.

When the dynasty was in dire straits due to the oppression of the empire, the white-masked leader secretly contacted him. He was the emperor, but he seemed to have no disguise in front of him.

When the white mask said it could help him, he naturally didn't believe it. How could He De, a regional cult, help with problems in the palace and even the entire dynasty?

Afterwards, Bai Mask used some tricks to directly help him solve a minister who was vaguely about to become his biggest concern at the time. That person was now obedient and only followed his lead.

Although the impact brought by Fu Kong was too powerful, he still felt that he could trust the white mask.

"...You just said that Liu Shi was coming to the palace? Stop him, and then Zhuang He will quickly find and deal with it. Before everything happens, we still have a chance." Liu Sheng said.

"According to the order." The two apostles from the other side responded in a somewhat sinister tone and left the room.

Liu Sheng's eyes wandered for a long time, but he couldn't sleep at all.

He stood up and opened a secret door in the room.

Going down the stone stairs, he lit a candle and walked into a secret room.

Here is a dilapidated ancestral hall.

The style is quite old and obviously not royal.

Liu Sheng didn't know what was being enshrined here. What other ancestors of the royal family could only be secretly hidden underground and worshiped like this? Even his father never told him.

There is only one number on it, and it is badly worn and cannot be seen clearly.

He accidentally discovered the secret room in the palace shortly after he took the throne.

Then, while rummaging through the secret room, he found something incredible.

A special martial arts secret book!

At first he thought it was some peerless magic skill passed down from his ancestors, but after reading it, he realized that he was just daydreaming.

With this secret book, even people with dull talents can practice at a very stable speed, and supplemented by the medicinal materials recorded in the secret book, they can get twice the result with half the effort. If one simply uses skill reserves as a criterion, this secret book can produce a top master in less than three years.

However, the skill developed through this secret book is of no use.

It cannot be mobilized by any means to perform martial arts moves.

Its only function is to impart power.

The skills developed in this secret book can be passed on to others with almost no loss, and after being passed on to others, they can be quickly integrated into other people's systems and strengthen them.

In other words, this is a book about "selfless dedication"!

At that time, Liu Sheng felt like he was vomiting blood and felt like a fraud.

But then I thought about it, if I use this secret book to raise some special cauldrons, and then let those people teach me the skills, wouldn't that also improve myself?

Liu Sheng also practiced martial arts in order to please his father, and his talent was even quite good.

It was seen by Fukong, but Fukong's evaluation was: I have the foundation, but my character is not good enough, so I'd better do what I should do.

At that time, he felt underestimated, but after his father died of illness, he was really busy and forgot about his succession. After ascending to the throne, he was so ecstatic that he completely forgot about continuing to practice martial arts.

But it doesn't matter, after all, he is the emperor, who dares to hurt him?

Therefore, even if he got this secret book, he was still confused whether to use it or not.

After all, he himself knows his reputation. After this technique is passed on, although Ding Lu will not die, his body will become exhausted, and his life will be in danger if he repeats it a few times.

If someone with ulterior motives gets caught, the end of the emperor, who is already unstable in his position, will not be so good.

As for leaving it to others to practice...it's funny to say that he doesn't have many close followers until he becomes emperor.

Whether he can't trust anyone or whether he doesn't have the ability at all is a matter of opinion.

So this secret book was kept sealed for a long time, until the three months when the empire launched a blitzkrieg and almost broke through the dynasty.

He practiced.

Yes, he practices by himself.

He still couldn't trust others, but he remembered a saying: Only dead people can make people feel at ease.

Thinking about this, Liu Sheng continued to use his kung fu today, filling his body with a large amount of precious medicinal materials stored here, and then transferred his kung fu into a coffin in the house.

It was rumored that Liu Sheng, like other emperors in history, began to refine elixirs in order to seek immortality, so he was physically weak all day long and looked like he was in need.

In fact, he is teaching the exercises to others.

Over the years, under the eyes of everyone around him who were joking and questioning, and under the pressure of both internal and external pressures, he worked hard to practice and pass on the skills like never before.

"No matter what, you can hit me and scold me as much as you want after you wake up, but you will definitely understand me... Your talent is unparalleled, not even inferior to that of Nafkong, but the matters in the palace have cost you countless efforts. . And now, I am here to give you this opportunity! I know that you are not satisfied with all your descendants, but I believe that this time you will be impressed by me!"

Liu Sheng's eyes widened, his body trembled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The majestic power was continuously transmitted towards the corpse in the coffin.

Under the flickering candlelight, you can see the old face under the half-open coffin board.

"Father! Please help the building to collapse!"