Daming: Depriving Zhu Yunqi of luck at the beginning

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Hearing this, Mr. Zhong waved his hands in fright:

"Your Majesty, please don't make such a decree... We dare not ask for this title."

"If so, we might as well not teach."

Zhu Yuanzhang slapped the table and laughed loudly:

"From what you said, it means that you are willing to teach?"

"Very good, very good!"

Mr. Zhong lost his mind by what Zhu Yuanzhang said, so he nodded and said:

"Teaching is fine."

"It's better to say that the young master is talented and intelligent, and he is very talented in martial arts. I also want to teach him, old man."

"Then it will be done," Zhu Yuanzhang raised his glass and said after hearing what he said, "Don't we hit it off right away?"

Elder Zhong said again:

"However, when it comes to learning martial arts, the most important thing is to persevere. The young master's age is very suitable to start practicing martial arts, but he will definitely not be able to practice every day in the future... In this way, it will be difficult to achieve great success."

Lao Zhu said frankly, "We didn't expect him to achieve great success."

"Do you have any one-and-a-half tricks that you can quickly let him learn?"

Elder Zhong frowned and said, "Yes, but..."

"That's enough," Zhu Yuanzhang touched his cup proactively, and said with a smile, "When we first joined the army, we only learned two or three tricks before going to the battlefield to kill people."

"Two or three moves are enough!"

Zhong Lao had no choice but to accompany Zhu Yuanzhang to finish the wine in the cup.

Although it is difficult to say.

But in his heart, he has already started thinking about how to teach Zhu Xiongying martial arts...

……

Just when Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhong Lao were drinking happily.

At this moment, although Zhu Xiongying was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, he did not fall asleep at all.

He was looking at his own information displayed in the system, and began to think about how to use the system to maximize himself.

"I now have four lucks of two golds and two purples. If I draw again later, I must find someone with golden luck."

"Mr. Zhong is definitely going to deduce it. It is estimated that his luck will benefit me for the rest of my life."

"The opportunity for tomorrow's deduction, let's use it on Mr. Zhong."

"He Li and Hu Wei don't think about it..."

"Through the scan, these two people obviously only have purple luck. There is no need to use precious deduction opportunities to deduce them."

thought here.

Zhu Xiongying suddenly remembered something.

When I used the system to deduce myself last time, I seemed to say that I would encounter a group of masked robbers to assassinate me?

Since leaving the palace, except for a noodle stall owner and a team of officers and soldiers, no one else has done anything to him.

Saying so...

The so-called masked assassin by the system has not yet appeared.

"Headache... My future fate will not be assassinated?"

This time.

Zhu Xiongying couldn't sleep anymore.

He sat up, scratching his head.

He secretly decided that after deducing Mr. Zhong tomorrow, he would deduce it for himself the day after tomorrow.

If the crisis is still there...

Then no matter what, he must find a way to change his destiny!

Chapter 65 Ghost City, Ghost King

Moon stars are rare.

In Nanjing City.

In a dark alley.

A man in black walked to the end of the alley in the dark.

Here, there seems to be no way.

But the man had a calm face, and it didn't look like he was going the wrong way.

He stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on the brick wall at the end of the alley a few times.

These few sounds were very regular, and it was obvious that they were not knocked randomly.

soon.

The brick wall vibrated slightly.

The sound became louder and louder, and the stone bricks in the middle of the brick wall moved slowly, revealing a low hole that could allow a person to bend over.

The man in black bowed his waist and quickly sneaked into the hole.

Followed by.

All the stone bricks were put back in place, as if no one had ever been here.

After walking through the dark passage for a while, the eyes of the man in black suddenly brightened.

Underground, there is a brightly lit street.

There are various street stalls on both sides of the street, which sell things that cannot be bought outside.

Some people even tied slaves and sold them on the street.

It's just that the people on the street, whether they are stall owners or passers-by, all wear masks.

No one knows who the other people here are.

Here, is the ghost city.

The man in black took out a black cloth from his waist and covered his face, then walked straight to the end of the street.

At the end of the street, there is an underground entrance to a high pavilion.

When the man in black walked to the door, the guard in charge stopped him.

The man in black was not annoyed, he just said:

"The black wind blows, ghost clothes fly, and a hundred treasures enter the hidden pavilion."

The guard nodded after hearing this, and seeing the man in black uttered today's password, he let him into the pavilion.

In the pavilion, there are countless treasures for sale.

The really rich and big patrons come directly to this pavilion to view things, and it is not uncommon for someone to spend a lot of money here for a rare thing.

The man in black went straight to the second floor without stopping.

In the middle of the second floor, there was a room with two burly men wearing masks standing at the door.

Here, it's not just a password to get in.

The man in black took off the black cloth, revealing his face.

It was the man who worked as a house in Beicheng Bingma Siwu before and bribed the officers and soldiers to inspect the noodle stall owner's body.

The two people at the door saw that they were acquaintances, so they turned around and reported to the door:

"Boss, Old Seventeen is here."

inside the house.

After a while, a hoarse voice came:

"Let him in."

The man in black pushed open the door, and saw a gorgeously dressed man with a bronze mask sitting on the recliner in front of him—the leader of the ghost market known as the "Ghost King" by people in the Jianghu.

"Boss, I'm back."

Old Seventeen bowed and cupped his fists.

The ghost king was holding a furnace of incense and smelling it intoxicatedly. Hearing this, he put down the incense, shook his sleeves, and asked:

"How did the investigation go? How did 39 die?"

39, referring to the noodle stall owner who assassinated Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Xiongying.

Old Seventeen replied:

"The assassination failed, and was intercepted by a master."

"A master?" Ghost King's tone became a little puzzled, "39's martial arts are not low, and he is good at using dark poison... What kind of master can kill him quietly?"

Old Seventeen paused, and answered truthfully:

"According to the subordinates..."

"Pierce through the heart with just a casually picked foxtail, such strength..."

"It's possible that the 'Jugger' personally made the move."

This time.

The ghost king's voice became extremely astonished:

"Sword Master? Zhong Yunluo?!"

"How could he make a move?"

"Didn't you say...the mission this time is just to kill the youngest of an ordinary family?"

"Could it be that you were wrong?"

The old seventeen immediately shook his head and said:

"The autopsies performed by my subordinates are no less than a thousand people, and the cause of death has never been wrong...the subordinates will not be wrong."

"If it wasn't for the sword master, then in this Jianghu, only Daoist Zhang has this skill."

These words dispelled the doubts in the ghost king's heart.

indeed.

Old Seventeen is the best at performing autopsies in the ghost market. He is known as "Ghost Doctor" and has never made any mistakes in autopsies.

After deciding that it was very likely that the Juggernaut himself made the move, the Ghost King couldn't sit still.

He stood up, with his hands behind his back, and kept pacing in place.

"Shouldn't be..."

"The person who can invite the Juggernaut, how could..."

Old Seventeen saw the ghost king like this, and asked:

"This subordinate dares to ask the task of assassinating the old and the young... which company issued it?"

Hear this question.

The ghost king stared back at him, and said in a stern tone: