For a moment, Huang Xuemei was so entranced that she even forgot about her current situation.
The tension and struggle in his heart gradually disappeared.
Perhaps he knew that struggling was useless.
Or perhaps they felt that dying under the sword of such a sword immortal was the most perfect ending in the world.
"Huang Xuemei!" Zhu Hao spoke indifferently, but his voice was like thunder, like the whispers of a god.
Huang Xuemei did not dare to look at him. She lowered her head and looked like she was listening to his lecture.
"Do you know your sins?"
"I don't know the laws of the great name, but I know that assassinating a prince should be a capital crime!”Huang Xuemei sighed and said.
"Not bad!" Zhu Hao nodded and said,"Now this king will give you a chance to redeem yourself. Do you want it?"”
Hearing this, Huang Xuemei suddenly raised her head and said,"What is it?"
"Now that the Six Fan School has just been established, most of its subordinates belong to the Sword Garret," Zhu Hao said lightly.”
"However, although there are many martial artists and swordsmen in this world, not all of them are.”
"Your Heavenly Dragon's Music is an extremely rare musical technique. I want to establish the Heavenly Music Pavilion and let you be the pavilion master. What do you think?”
"This…I!" Huang Xuemei was a little surprised.
He had clearly tried to kill him not long ago, yet he still wanted to recruit him?
"What's wrong? You don't want to?" Zhu Hao frowned, and an invisible pressure immediately scattered, causing Huang Xuemei to suddenly recover.
"No, I'm willing!" He nodded.
What kind of joke was this? Who would be willing to die if they didn't have a choice?
In the past, submitting to the imperial court would have been a shameful thing.
Anyone in the martial world would laugh at him.
But after today, no one would say such words again.
The Ninth Prince of the Ming Dynasty was like a sword immortal descending to the world and had the bearing of suppressing the world.
Following him was much more prestigious than being an elder in those martial arts sects.
Hearing this, Zhu Hao nodded in satisfaction and said,""However, this king will speak of the ugliness first.”
"There are very few people who practice musical techniques in the martial world. You are destined to not be able to form a team as easily as the Sword Pavilion. You will most likely need to go to the martial world to search for talented seedlings to nurture!”
"The difficulties and dangers involved can't be explained in a single sentence!”
"If this king can't see any results in the end, you will know that there are punishments that are countless times crueler than the death penalty!”
Zhu Hao's voice was bone-chilling when he finished speaking.
Huang Xuemei trembled. She lowered her head and bit her red lips. She nodded heavily and said,"This subordinate will not disappoint the Ninth Prince!”
Zhu Hao nodded. With a thought, the long swords surrounding Huang Xuemei immediately withdrew.
Huang Xuemei heaved a sigh of relief, but her footsteps were a little unsteady.
"This king will stay in Fuzhou for half a month. Within half a month, I want to see the first batch of people you choose!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword light shot into the clouds and disappeared.
"Xuemei, do you really want to submit to the Imperial Court and work for him?”The man frowned and asked.
"What else?" "Besides…it's not a bad thing to follow the Ninth Prince!" Huang Xuemei said.”
"Then…are you still looking for your brother?”
As soon as he said this, Huang Xuemei's eyes flashed with a strong conflicted look.
At this moment, an ethereal voice came from afar.
"Oh right, I forgot to tell you that your brother is still alive and well!”
Weng!
Huang Xuemei suddenly raised her head, her eyes shining brightly.
Then, he turned around and disappeared.
"Xuemei, where are you going?"
"Find someone to build the Heavenly Melody Pavilion!"
……
In the ruined Fu Wei Bodyguard Agency in Fuzhou City.
Dozens of disciples of the Sword Garret stood guard with solemn expressions.
A figure wrapped in a black robe was moaning weakly on the ground.
With thick iron chains wrapped around his body, Feng Qingyang and Lin Yuantu, two martial grandmasters, stood guard at the side.
Whoosh!
The sword light descended from the sky, and Zhu Hao's figure slowly appeared.
"Ninth Prince!" Everyone's spirits were jolted, and they hurriedly rushed forward to salute.
Zhu Hao raised his hand to interrupt and directly parted the crowd, walking to the side of that black-robed person.
At this moment, his face cloth had been removed, revealing an old face. There was a big bald head on his head, and there was a ring scar on his bald head.
"Reporting to the Ninth Prince, this guy is very strange. Judging from his attire, he is from the Shaolin Temple. However, the martial arts technique he used in the battle just now is not related to any of the Shaolin Temple's ultimate techniques!”
" Also, the martial arts he displayed were extremely powerful." Lin Yuantu said curiously," He had clearly studied them carefully. They weren't just a last-minute idea to hide his identity…"
A martial art that could suppress Lin Yuantu in a fight naturally wouldn't be something of a shallow realm.
"What's there to be confused about?" Zhu Hao raised the corners of his mouth when he heard this. He had entered Shaolin Temple with martial arts. Strictly speaking, he was only practicing Shaolin Temple's martial arts. It was not the martial arts he was best at!”
Hearing this, everyone was stunned.
Only the black-robed person's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Zhu Hao with shock.
Zhu Hao raised his palm and swept out his Genuine Qi.
Pa!
The black-robed man rolled on the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth.
At the same time, the skin from his neck to his ears creased strangely.
Everyone present was experienced and understood immediately.
Lin Yuantu took a step forward, grabbed the wrinkled skin, and pulled.
Hiss!
A whole piece of human skin was torn off, but it was not as bloody as he had imagined.
It turned out that there was another face hidden under this human skin.
This face was much younger than his original appearance. There were no white eyebrows or beard, and there were few wrinkles on his face.
" You are…" Feng Qingyang looked at this face and seemed to recall something." Chaos Origin Thunderbolt Hand Cheng Kun?"
"Haha…I didn't expect that after so many years, there would still be people who remember this name!”
Cheng Kun spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed.
The name of the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand was once very resounding in the martial world.
He was extremely talented. His Hunyuan Art and Thunderbolt Fist spread throughout the Jianghu and became famous very early.
He was also resourceful, scheming, and ruthless.
However, for some reason, Cheng Kun suddenly disappeared without a trace when his reputation was at its peak.
No one knew what had happened to him.
No one knew if he was dead or alive.
He had never expected that he would run into Shaolin Temple and hide his identity as a monk at the most high-spirited time.
It had been so many years!
Cheng Kun was a little surprised that Feng Qingyang had exposed his identity.
His gaze stopped on Zhu Hao's face and asked in puzzlement,"How did you discover my identity?”
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