"Is that true?" "Why does it sound like a fairytale to me?" Someone questioned in disbelief.”
"When I first heard it, I didn't believe it either, but then I went to Shaolin and saw it."
"Half of the Great Buddha Hall collapsed and hasn't been repaired yet. The original abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Fang Zheng, is missing, and the divine monk Kong Jian is temporarily the abbot…"
"In that case, is this true?”
"It's most likely true!"
" Heavens, that's Shaolin Temple. Master Fang Zheng is also a Dao Profound Realm great grandmaster who became famous long ago. He was actually directly heavily injured by this Ninth Prince from so far away?”
"Otherwise, why would they say that he's the reincarnation of a sword immortal? How can mortals like us understand the methods of immortals?”
"But, didn't the Shaolin Temple retaliate? Was this riding on their faces?”
"Not only did he not retaliate, he didn't even say a word. Don't you think it's strange?”
“……”
The discussion became more and more intense.
However, no one noticed that a handsome man dressed in white with a folding fan in his hand quietly stood up, put down an ingot of silver, and walked out of the door.
" Ninth Prince…" He narrowed his eyes and looked at the horizon.
That was the direction of Fuzhou City!
……
In the wilderness, a lonely and aloof figure was moving rapidly.
He was dressed plainly, but his figure was as straight as a sword. It was as if nothing in the world could make him yield.
He had a very handsome face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and thin lips that were pursed into a line.
He seemed a little indifferent and heartless, not only to others, but also to himself.
His eyes were like stars and clear springs.
He could see the bottom with a glance, but he could also see his own heart.
No one could hide the other thoughts in their hearts under such eyes.
He was very persistent. This was the first thought that appeared in the hearts of anyone who saw him.
Similarly, he was also very innocent.
It was as simple as the sword in his hand.
However, in reality, no one thought that he was holding a sword.
Most people thought that it was just a three-foot-long piece of iron.
There was no hilt or blade, only two pieces of cork nailed to the hilt.
He advanced at high speed in the wilderness, letting Xingye fly past his head without changing his direction.
His destination was a city five hundred miles ahead.
Fuzhou City!
He was going to meet someone, a very famous guy recently.
She asked him how she could become as famous as him.
If he wanted to become famous, he had to become famous. Otherwise, he would die!
……
Zhu Hao stayed in Fuzhou City for another ten days.
When all the forces that had been subdued were settled, those who should be recruited into Six Fan School and those who should be arranged to go to Jianghu would be arranged.
Lin Yuantu had used the intelligence network model of the Embroidered Uniform Guards and spent a lot of effort.
Finally, the intelligence network in the western region of Great Ming was basically completed.
At this moment, a graceful woman brought two young girls of similar age to Fu Wei Bodyguard Agency.
"Who are you?" The guard at the door asked.
"Huang Xuemei, the pavilion master of the Tianyin Pavilion under the Ninth Prince of the Six Fan School, has returned to report!”
……
The subordinate brought Huang Xuemei out of the courtyard and left.
The sound of zither music echoed in the courtyard.
Huang Xuemei listened to it with curiosity. She had never heard of this song before, but it was filled with an indescribable and graceful meaning.
Moreover, the sound of the zither was as ethereal as immortal music, and it was definitely difficult to hear in the mortal world.
She had been practicing the zither since she was young. Although she mainly focused on the sound of killing, her attainments in zither music were naturally not bad.
However, the moment he heard this song, he felt ashamed of his inferiority.
"The Ninth Prince is really meticulous. He even specially invited someone familiar with the zither!”
"I don't know who played this song, but with such a zither intent, it must be a great zither master!”She praised in her heart and secretly said that she would definitely ask for advice when she saw him later.
However, the moment he entered the courtyard and saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned.
Although the courtyard was huge, it was extremely spacious.
A pavilion, a person, a zither, that was all!
Who else could that zither player be but Zhu Hao?
Looking at that young and handsome face, Huang Xuemei was shocked beyond words.
How did he do it?
At this age, it would be good if an ordinary child could learn a skill and support themselves.
But what about him?
Although he could not see the cultivation level clearly, it was definitely not below his.
There was also that terrifying sword art that made people shocked to the point of becoming immortals. Many people had practiced hard for hundreds of years but still could not catch up to it.
And now, he actually displayed such extraordinary zither attainments.
Do you still want others to live?
Clang!
After an unknown period of time, the zither music quietly disappeared.
A voice came from the other side,"You came to look for this king just to let this king look at you in a daze?"”
Huang Xuemei was instantly jolted awake and restrained her inner emotions.
She instructed the two women to wait for her while she walked over quickly and cupped her hands."Your subordinate greets the Ninth Prince!"
"No need for formalities!" Zhu Hao waved his hand and said,"How's the matter?"”
"Reporting to the Ninth Prince, the Dao of Sound Attack has a high requirement for talent. I have searched the entire Jianghu and finally found a few good seedlings within the time limit!”Huang Xuemei said as she looked at the girls beside her.
Zhu Hao also looked over, his eyes narrowing slightly.
These women were of the highest quality in terms of looks and figures.
Bright eyes, white teeth, skin like frost.
His eyes, in particular, flashed with a rather lively light.
The elders always praised those smart girls as having spiritual energy, and this was the case with the girls in front of him.
He was the type who could tell at a glance that he was definitely intelligent.
Zhu Hao could feel that there was a wisp of Inner Breath in their bodies. It was not very strong and could barely be considered as a Rank-1.
Moreover, their fists and legs were thin and weak. If they really fought, they might not be able to win against the boorish men who had no rank and were full of brute force.
It was obvious that he had never cultivated before and had only started to cultivate internal energy recently.
Moreover, the Inner Breath in their bodies was of the same origin. It was the Eight Sounds of the Heavenly Dragon passed down in Huang Xuemei's family.
"These women…are they descendants of your Heavenly Dragon Gate?”Zhu Hao suddenly asked.
"Ninth Prince, you must be joking. My Heavenly Dragon Gate has long been wiped out. Other than me…there is only my brother!”Huang Xuemei's voice suddenly sounded a little depressed.
Zhu Hao raised his eyebrows when he heard that and said,"If that's the case, you really found a few good seedlings."”
Martial arts cultivation, especially internal energy, placed great emphasis on talent.
Those with poor talent would never be able to develop a sense of breath no matter how hard they trained.
Those like these women who could condense a trace of true qi after half a month of practice were known as geniuses.
When Huang Xuemei heard this, she nodded in agreement.
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