The Emperor of the Three Kingdoms Dominates Ten Thousand Realms System

Zhao Ji heard the words.

His pupils were constricted, and his face was full of disbelief.

"What? The Emperor of Han is a great master? This is impossible."

"It's already a distraction for him to manage a country, why is he in such a state above martial arts? Why?" Zhao Ji said with eyes full of unwillingness.

Hearing his tone, in addition to jealousy, there is also strong jealousy. As both the lord of a country and the emperor, why Liu Xie can control a stronger country, and he is even more powerful in martial arts. This is why Zhao Ji is unwilling .

"He is indeed a great master, stronger than the old slave, as...now...ahem..."

Patriarch Sunflower wanted to continue talking, but the emperor's sword energy was raging in his body, even with his true energy, it was difficult to suppress it, and it was extremely painful, causing him to vomit blood.

"Old Ancestor, wait a moment, I will go to Chuan Imperial Physician to heal your injuries immediately." Seeing Sunflower Ancestor like this, he seemed to be dying, and immediately became anxious.

He finally found a backer, but he couldn't just die like this.

"Wait, the imperial doctor can't save the old slave..., although the old slave failed to deter the Han country, it is not nothing. At least I know the details of the Han country, and know that their emperor is also a great martial artist, so we can deal with it in advance " Sunflower Patriarch grabbed Zhao Ji and said.

"Old Ancestor, how can I save you?" Zhao Ji asked eagerly.

"Immediately send people to Shaolin, go to his Buddhist scripture pavilion and invite the sweeping monk among them to come to the palace. The Great Grandmaster will make a move." Patriarch Sunflower endured the severe pain of internal injuries and said.

"Is there a great master in the Liao Kingdom?" Zhao Ji widened his eyes, and heard another shocking news.

"Ahem, Your Majesty, if the Liao Kingdom doesn't have a great master to sit in its command, how can it become the most powerful country in the Central Plains?" Sunflower Patriarch said with a miserable smile.

"Then the sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple is also?" Zhao Ji asked.

"good."

"He is a great master who belongs to my Central Plains. Although he will not appear in the world, as long as the emperor invites me in my name, he will definitely be born." Sunflower Patriarch said struggling.

"Okay, please rest assured, Patriarch, I will definitely send someone to Shaolin to find that sweeping monk immediately, and let him heal your wounds, you are doing this for me, for Da Song, no matter what the price is, I will definitely heal you .” Zhao Ji had a firm look in his eyes.

Knowing that Liu Xie is a great master, and Liao has great masters, in comparison, he must not let Patriarch Sunflower have an accident, otherwise Song State will be truly and completely at a disadvantage.

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Chapter 485 Shock

Look around.

Shaolin faction.

"Abbot, the emperor has sent an envoy to Shaolin, please greet him quickly."

At this time.

In the Shaolin Daxiong Hall, a monk quickly reported to the abbot.

"An envoy from the Son of Heaven?" The abbot was a little puzzled: "Didn't the imperial court send an envoy here that day? Why did they come again this time?"

When Dugu and other priests plundered the martial arts in the Central Plains, the Song court summoned all the sects to Shaolin in order to preserve the power of the rivers and lakes to fight against Dugu and them, but what they didn't expect was that the big man worshiped the hall as soon as it was good. If they continued to kill, they would be wasting their efforts in vain.

"Abbot, this time the envoy of the Son of Heaven does not want to see the abbot, but a sweeping monk in the hidden sword pavilion." The monk replied respectfully.

"Sweeping monk?" The doubts on the abbot's face remained undiminished.

Although he is the abbot, he doesn't know the background of Shaolin, and he doesn't know about the sweeping monk, the great master who guards Shaolin.

"Since it is the emperor's will, let's take him to see him." The abbot said after pondering for a while.

"Yes."

.......

Inside the Bookstore.

There is no hustle and bustle outside the world, only a kind of intoxication and tranquility unique to martial arts.

In this attic, Shaolin martial arts classics that have gone through hundreds of thousands of years are stored, which is also the foundation of its inheritance.

"Lichen, your heart is in a mess."

An old monk in ordinary robes looked at a young man with hair who was practicing meditation sitting cross-legged in the Buddhist scripture pavilion and said.

"Master, I can't calm down. The Han Dynasty slaughtered me in Dali and killed my father and uncle. I will never forget this kind of hatred. I want revenge." The young man said with hatred on his face.

see this.

Naturally, he knew the identity of this young man, Duan Yu, the former heir of Dali Kingdom.

But now, everything he used to have no longer exists. At the moment when Dali was destroyed, everything he owned was gone.

He who had relied on his father and uncle to live his life safely, has now been blinded by hatred.

"At the beginning your father sent you to Shaolin for the purpose of keeping you away from worldly disasters, and I also named you Lichen for the purpose of keeping you away from the worldly world. Hey, if you live in hatred, you will also fall into unhappiness. Come back." The sweeping monk sighed helplessly.

"The hatred of killing my father, the hatred of destroying the country, how can I forget."

"Master please teach me how to become stronger, I want revenge."

With hatred on his face, Duan Yu knelt down in front of the sweeping monk.

"I can't teach you how to become stronger, but I can only teach you how to avoid disasters and how to meditate." The sweeping monk shook his head.

He does nothing at all, and regards worldly battles as vain, and he is not willing to participate at all. Otherwise, relying on his great master's cultivation, he will be under one person and above ten thousand in any country he chooses to serve.

"Master, can't I take revenge in this life?" Duan Yu clenched his fists with hatred in his eyes, extremely unwilling,

"The general trend of the Han Dynasty has been established. Even if you have the power of a great master, it is absolutely impossible for one person to fight against a country." The sweeping monk shook his head.

"As long as I can kill the Emperor of Han and avenge my father and uncle, I am willing to pay any price." Duan Yu's eyes were red, and the hatred still couldn't let go.

at this time.

"The sweeping monk is here, the emperor sent envoys to see him."

At this time.

Outside the Sutra Pavilion, a monk's voice came.

"Son of Heaven?" The sweeping monk's expression was slightly concentrated, and with a wave of his hand, a gust of wind blew out, and the door of the Sutra Pavilion opened directly: "Come in."

Subsequently.

Under the guidance of a monk, an official dressed as an official of the Song Dynasty came.