"The method of smelting steel uses a rather brilliant method. If the emperor is willing, it is not difficult to produce tens of millions of catties of steel a year.”
"As for the words of governing the world, I have been trying to understand them for many years, but I have only scratched the surface. I have already gained a lot of experience in cultivating and living in the world. If the emperor can understand them, it will be helpful in governing the world.”
Of course, the words of governing the world were not obtained from the martial world, but from some red books in Zhang Wei's later generations.
"Such a great thing can be accomplished," said Zhao Gou, clapping his hands.”
After that, Zhang Wei imparted some martial arts to Zhao Gou and gave him two Recover Pills to help him refine them.
After all, it wasn't easy to help a person up. If he was easily killed, wouldn't it be a waste of effort?
Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Zhang Wei bid farewell and left the palace.
Zhao Gou, who was in the palace, couldn't fall asleep no matter what. He took out the strange book left behind by Zhang Wei and read it.
Zhao Gou had 90 years of cultivation, so even if he didn't sleep for three days and three nights, there wouldn't be any problems.
In the candlelight, the sound of flipping books could be heard, accompanied by Zhao Gou's exclamations.
By the time he finished reading these books, the sky had already lit up.
Zhao Gou pushed open the palace door and saw the red sun rising, emitting tens of thousands of golden rays.
Zhao Gou's emotions surged, and a sense of pride rose in his heart. He said in a deep voice,"I must create a prosperous dynasty.”
Under the rising sun, the ambition and pride of an emperor shone brightly under the sun, illuminating thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
In the following month, Zhang Wei stayed in Lin 'an City. He studied all kinds of martial arts and learned the language from some foreigners. In this one month, he had learned Persian and Tibetan, and had even learned half of Sanskrit, mastering three foreign languages.
In today's world, Lin 'an was still the center of the world. Talents were everywhere. As long as one paid a sufficient price, all kinds of knowledge could be easily learned.
Zhao Gou had also verified the method of refining steel in this month, and he had gained a lot. At the same time, Zhao Gou also began to quietly take control of the military and trained a small army according to the modern military training methods provided by Zhang Wei.
This army was selected by Zhao Gou from the Imperial Guards and controlled independently. Not only were they supplied with all kinds of resources, but they were also taught simplified martial arts that were suitable for military formations. In just a month, this army's combat strength had increased greatly, making Zhao Gou very happy.
Political power came from the barrel of a gun. Zhao Gou agreed with this statement.
It was also at this moment that Zhang Wei met the palace attendant who had come to announce the imperial edict. He was given a medium-sized official position and a mansion. He also left behind the prepared official uniform, indicating that Zhang Wei could take up the post at any time.
Zhang Wei did not care about the size of his official position. The key was to be able to openly enter the Imperial Palace to read the books.
The next day, Zhang Wei took up his post.
As an official with a sinecure, other than chatting with his colleagues every day, he was tidying up the books. There were no plots and infighting here. It was completely a paradise in the officialdom.
Zhang Wei was also happy to do so. He happily read all kinds of books every day.
He also learned about the current political situation from chatting with many colleagues and knew that Zhao Gou had begun to change. Zhao Gou's every step didn't change much, and he started from the smallest details. By the time many stubborn factions discovered this, they were already powerless to change the situation.
Zhang Wei was greatly gratified and immersed himself in the sea of books. He rarely cared about current affairs.
Zhang Wei couldn't bear such a responsibility for the prosperity of a country, nor did he want to. Now, it was enough for Zhang Wei to lead the Twilight Dynasty on the right path.
As for the future, they could only rely on the efforts of everyone in this dynasty.
Time flew by while Zhang Wei was reading. In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed. Other than cultivating every day, Zhang Wei spent the rest of his time in the royal palace's library.
As the most powerful force in this land, the collection of a dynasty was indeed incomparable to the collection of a sect. Even though the Southern Song Dynasty valued literature over martial arts, the number of martial arts in this collection was still more than that of Shaolin and Quanzhen combined.
Zhang Wei was immersed in the sea of books. He did not reject any of the Buddhist scriptures or Confucian classics.
He had also found the complete Nine Yin Scripture hidden in the Daoist Canon by Huang Shang, the Form and Will Fist Scripture left behind by Yue Fei, and the complete Taizu Long Fist left behind by Zhao Kuangyin. All of these had become resources for Zhang Wei to advance. Whether it was the Nine Yin Scripture, the ancestor of Internal Martial Arts, or the Song Taizu's invincible Taizu Long Fist, they were all surprises for Zhang Wei in the library.
Inspiration burst forth in Zhang Wei's mind. All kinds of strange ideas emerged in his mind. Martial arts began to take shape in Zhang Wei's mind.
However, no matter how many books there were, there would be a time when he finished reading them. When Zhang Wei came back to his senses from his contemplation, he realized that he had already read all the books.
Zhang Wei saw that staying here was useless, so he knew that he should leave.
After returning to the mansion, Zhang Wei wrote a letter and left.
Lin 'an was as prosperous as yesterday, with all kinds of discussions. Zhang Wei also knew that the Song Emperor Zhao Gou had already organized a fleet to go out to sea. He couldn't help but feel relieved, and his body seemed to become lighter.
The world was vast, and as he walked through it, Zhang Wei's heart became even purer.
Their destination was the Sword Demon Valley in Xiangyang.
When it came to peerless figures in Metal and Martial Arts, Dugu Qiubai was definitely a mountain that could not be avoided, whether it was posturing or martial arts.
Along the way, Zhang Wei still did not give up on his chivalrous deeds because there were too many ideas to verify. There were not enough bad people.
Xiangyang had been an important military town since ancient times. It was a battleground for military strategists. Under the mottled city walls, a desolate and tragic mood came from it, as if it was telling the songs of heroes.
Zhang Wei did not enter the city. Instead, he asked around about the various strange animals outside Xiangyang City and soon learned the approximate location of Sword Demon Valley.
With Zhang Wei's lightness skill, he searched through the forest that the hunter mentioned in a day and successfully found Sword Demon Valley.
Zhang Wei quietly avoided the Divine Condor and saw the words carved on the stone wall by Dugu Qiubai. He also saw the sword tomb, but he did not find the legendary Nine Swords Beyond the Swords.
However, Zhang Wei did not mind. In the end, the Nine Beyond Swords was just a summary of Sword Demon's sword techniques when he was young. In his later years, he only relied on his powerful internal cultivation and understanding of the sword path.
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