That afternoon.
Lan Shenxing and the old monk arrived at the village near the temple.
The old monk begged for some food and gave half to Lan Shenxing.
To be honest, it was impossible for any descendant of a noble to eat this kind of food.
However, Lan Shenxing was not particular about this. It was good to eat occasionally and experience the sufferings of the people.
He took a bite and frowned slightly.
The taste was indeed a little difficult to swallow. Clearly, the quality of life of the commoners was very low.
After eating, Lan Shenxing found the elders in the village and began to inquire about the bullies in the village.
In the end…
He was disappointed.
As this place was close to the temple and the monks had a high status in the early Ming Dynasty, there were no bullies in the surrounding villages.
"Why are you looking for a bully, benefactor?" The old monk asked curiously. Could it be that he was going to punish the bullies?”
Lan Shenxing shook his head and answered truthfully," I need to gather some people to work with me. While they work, they must also have combat strength that is not weaker than the army. They must not be timid and dare to fight. Naturally, this kind of people is more suitable.”
In ancient times, those who could become tyrants were all burly men.
"This is a good thing."
The old monk nodded.
He had already seen that Lan Shenxing was from the imperial court. He knew it when he saw Lan Shenxing using the dagger carefully.
That was because that dagger was not something that an ordinary person could take out.
However, the old monk didn't care.
He felt that Lan Shenxing's idea was quite good.
Taking away the bullies in the village would not only prevent the commoners from being bullied, but also turn the situation from worsening into good use. It could be said to be killing two birds with one stone.
The old monk stood up and touched the thing behind him. A hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes.
He seemed to be making a choice.
Ten breaths later.
The old monk looked at Lan Shenxing and said,"Patron, are you willing to follow me to the ancient temple on the mountain for a few days?"”
"Why are you going to the temple?"
Lan Shenxing was stunned.
"Almsgiver, your heart is in a mess. You need to calm down," the old monk said with a smile.”
Lan Shenxing was silent.
The old monk was right. His heart was indeed in a mess.
Just like that.
Lan Shenxing followed the old monk to the ancient temple. The old monk did not know the monks of the ancient temple.
However, after chatting with the abbot for an hour, the abbot stared at the old monk with a shocked expression. Then, he looked at Lan Shenxing with a deeper meaning.
In the end.
He agreed to let Lan Shenxing and the old monk stay here for a period of time.
That day, Lan Shenxing was really bored.
Early the next morning.
He was woken up by the noise. When he got up, he saw the old monk practicing with a pitch-black spear in both hands.
The spear was 2.3 meters long and made of refined iron.
The blade of the spear was extremely sharp. In the old monk's hand, a light tap could pierce through the stone slab.
There were not many spear techniques, but there were also quite a few. There were a total of 108 spear techniques.
The old monk practiced every day, and he practiced at least five times.
Lan Shenxing watched it every day.
Unknowingly, seven days had passed, and the moves of the spear technique had been deeply imprinted in his mind.
On the morning of the eighth day.
Lan Shenxing slept soundly. When he woke up, the sky was already bright.
Strangely, the old monk did not practice today.
When he got up, he found that there was something else on his bed.
This item was wrapped in a black cloth. When he opened it, he saw that it was the spear.
Lan Shenxing put on his clothes and walked out of the room, but there was no sign of the old monk outside.
He went to the old monk's room to look for it. There was only a letter on the table.
By the time the benefactor read the letter, the old monk had already left the mountain.
The old monk had originally planned to let this spear accompany his big brother's grave forever, but when he really took this step, he realized that he still had an obsession in his heart.
Forget it, forget it.
Good fate or bad fate depends on the benefactor.
You and I, fate has come to an end.
Don't look for it, don't disturb it.
"Do the ancients like to pretend to be mysterious?”
Lan Shenxing was speechless.
The old monk was no longer around, so there was no point in him staying here any longer. Thus, he picked up his spear and left.
As he had no horse, Lan Shenxing could not continue to go to other villages.
He could only take an ox cart back to Ying Tian.
After returning to Ying Tian.
Lan Shenxing was practicing martial arts in the courtyard. He kept practicing according to the old monk's spear technique in his mind.
It had to be said that his talent in martial arts was not bad. Although it was his first time practicing, he still possessed 30% of the old monk's charm.
However, just as he was practicing.
When Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao heard the news of Lan Shenxing's return, they formed a team and came here.
The eunuch pushed open the door and Zhu Yuanzhang entered the house.
And at this moment…
The spear in Lan Shenxing's hand also stabbed out.
It was impossible to stab Zhu Yuanzhang. After all, the two of them were still dozens of meters apart.
However, the moment Zhu Yuanzhang saw the spear, his expression changed drastically, and his body retreated uncontrollably.
If not for Zhu Biao and the eunuch's quick reflexes, Zhu Yuanzhang would have fallen to the ground.
"Your Majesty…"
Lan Shenxing was stunned.
Zhu Yuanzhang ignored Lan Shenxing and pushed away the eunuch behind him. His eyes were fixed on the spear.
The scenes of the battle at Poyang Lake flooded into his mind.
Old Zhu…
He once again recalled the fear he felt that day when he was dominated by the owner of this spear, Zhang Dingbian.
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