Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

As Jiang Xinghuo spat on the ground, his saliva fell.

The entire scene instantly became deathly silent!

Even the soldiers who were shouting long live around them involuntarily stopped shouting and hammering.

Zhu Di looked at the spit not far in front of him with a gloomy expression!

Zhu Di really didn't expect that after identifying himself, Jiang Xinghuo would dare to do such a disrespectful thing to him directly in front of everyone!

This is simply audacious! Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Ten Clan?

Fortunately, he allowed Daoyan to travel hundreds of miles to solve the troubles in Jiang Xinghuo's hometown. He really didn't know the heart of a good person!

"Father, please calm down!"

Zhu Gaoxu hurriedly came forward to plead for mercy, separated the two people, and reached out to pull the sleeve of Zhu Di's dragon robe.

"There are so many mistakes, but they are all your fault. I shouldn't have dragged Mr. Jiang into giving lectures. It has nothing to do with Mr. Jiang..."

Unfortunately, he just finished speaking.

boom--!

Zhu Di slapped him on the chest, knocking Zhu Gaoxu to the ground, who did not dare to resist, making a loud noise.

"You little beast! You haven't hit your elbow for two days and you started to turn it outward?"

However, Zhu Gaoxu, who fell to the ground without any trouble, was terrified on the face, but happy in his heart. According to his understanding of his father, Zhu Di was like an old child sometimes, quite stubborn and very face-saving.

If Zhu Di is forced to stand up to him face to face and does not give Zhu Di the face, then Zhu Di can really do anything. Fang Xiaoru's training with Zining is an obvious lesson.

At this time, the father has a punching bag, and if his face can be relieved, there will be room for change.

Zhu Gaoxu saw the eldest brother behind his father and quickly gave a signal with his eyes.

Zhu Gaochi also quickly stepped forward to persuade him: "Father, calm down! There must be some misunderstanding here. Just make it clear."

Sure enough, Zhu Di's face brightened slightly.

However, at this time, Zhu Di's anger still did not dissipate, and he let out a low roar.

"Get out of here!"

Zhu Gaoxu wanted to say something more, but his eldest brother signaled with his eyes that someone brought a chair from the secret room, put it down and left the courtyard.

After a few breaths, not only did the surrounding courtyard become deserted, but even the birds in the sky were driven away.

Jiang Xinghuo and Zhu Di were the only ones left in the courtyard.

Looking at Jiang Xinghuo, who looked calm and aloof, looking up at him, Zhu Di suppressed the anger on his face and pursed his lips tightly.

At this time, Zhu Di seemed to be a veteran returning from the battlefield. He was dressed in a black dragon robe that was fluttering in the winter wind, and his whole body was like an unsheathed sword, with its sharp edge exposed.

He possesses the majesty of a noble emperor, but at the same time he carries a cold and murderous aura.

Jiang Xinghuo's eyes were steady and firm, staring at the other party without fear.

The two eyes met together in mid-air.

After a long while, Zhu Di asked slowly.

"Presumably, you already know all this."

"I don't like people eavesdropping on me."

Jiang Xinghuo replied calmly with his body clasped behind his hands.

Zhu Di paused. The emperor's pride did not allow him to bow his head and admit some mistakes to Jiang Xinghuo. Zhu Di changed the topic.

"Mr. Jiang just said that he regards me as a lifelong hero. I think he meant it from his heart."

"I, at this time, I also have something buried deep in my heart that I want to ask Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Xinghuo stared at him calmly, and Zhu Di spoke slowly.

"Should I call you Mr. Jiang, or Immortal Jiang?"

Jiang Xinghuo raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does it matter who I am?"

"Of course!" Zhu Di nodded heavily and said, "I will not allow anyone to disturb the Ming Dynasty...including the immortals."

"So, tell me your true identity."

"I know that Mr. Jiang may not be afraid of death or torture, but Mr. Jiang must have his own purpose. As long as this purpose occurs in the Ming Dynasty, it will never circumvent me."

Jiang Xinghuo was silent for a few breaths. From the very beginning of his official meeting with Zhu Di, he was filled with a sense of violent conflict like sparks hitting the earth.

And this was naturally done deliberately by Jiang Xinghuo.

The reason couldn't be simpler, it's just that sentence, Jiang Xinghuo and Zhu Di are destined not to have a relationship where virtuous ministers and wise masters make love and bow down to each other. Jiang Xinghuo's purpose has never been to be a dog to the imperial power, but in this In this era, we had to rely on imperial power to implement our ideals of changing the world and the future.

Therefore, while Jiang Xinghuo had to express his attitude and position, he could not directly make the conversation get out of hand.

The meeting and dialogue between the two parties is more like an equal negotiation where each gets what he needs.

Jiang Xinghuo will not give unconditionally, nor will he ask for nothing.

After a moment of stalemate, Zhu Di said, "Sit down and talk."

Jiang Xinghuo and Zhu Di each took a chair and sat opposite each other.

The two of them went from standing tit-for-tat to sitting face to face, and the tense atmosphere in the air suddenly relaxed a little.

Jiang Xinghuo spoke slowly, answering the doubts Zhu Di had buried in his heart for a long time.

Jiang Xinghuo's answer was also the most appropriate answer he could think of after pondering for a long time and taking into account the background of the times.

"As you thought, I am a banished immortal."

Hearing this, Zhu Di's heart suddenly stirred up a storm. He opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at the bookish young man opposite him. It seemed that even though he knew it in his heart, he still couldn't separate him from the legendary man in the sky for a while. The immortals in the world are together.

But on second thought, Zhu Di felt that this answer was true - if not, how could such unprecedented knowledge come from the world? If not, how could there be such a far-sighted vision in the world? The terrifying ability to predict the future?

"Since you have said that you are a banished immortal, why do you..."

Zhu Di frowned and stared at Jiang Xinghuo with complex eyes.

Although he had guessed some of the reasons, he still wanted to confirm. After all, there are no real immortals in the world, so even if there were, they should be high up in the thirty-third heaven, looking down on all things in the world!

But although the person in front of him has various mysterious and mysterious things that cannot be explained, from the physical point of view, he is clearly an ordinary mortal!

"Why are you here?" Zhu Di asked again, with a rather questioning tone.

Hearing the anger hidden in his voice, Jiang Xinghuo raised the corners of his lips calmly.

"All my extraordinary abilities are brought to me by my identity as 'Exiled Immortal'."

"And I am not only reincarnated in this life!"

When he heard this sentence, the expression on Zhu Di's face suddenly froze.

"In each of my lives, I have experienced different dynasties."

Jiang Xinghuo smiled on his lips and continued to talk to Zhu Di, but the experience in his words was so cold that it was chilling.

"In my first life, I once angrily rebuked the King of Xia for being unethical and sacrificing people in the Summer Palace."

"In my second life, when I was in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, I saw refugees struggling desperately."

"In the third life, I was at the foot of Suiyang City, guarding the Anshi rebels."

"In the fourth life, I was unable to cross the river at Wangwu Mountain and saw Yue Fei's Northern Expedition failed."

"In the fifth life, I witnessed the Jurchen Caizhou's overthrow of the country and the reincarnation of heaven."

"I remember that before this life, which was several hundred years in the future of the Ming Dynasty, I witnessed with my own eyes the prosperity and decline of the dynasty established for the second time by the Jurchens."

"I once looked back at the source of the long river of history, and I also looked forward to it on the other side of the years."

"I have seen the elegance of the Forbidden City you will build in the future, and I have even touched the bricks and tiles you left behind with my own hands. But everything you see in the world now is just that I passed away hundreds of years ago in other lives. The years passed.”

Jiang Xinghuo looked seriously at Emperor Yongle in front of him.

"Zhu Di, I have seen you countless times in history books."

When Jiang Xinghuo said these words, his voice fell.

An indescribable chill rose from Zhu Di's heart, but he did not move. This was unlike the way he used to treat his enemies.

In everyone's impression, Zhu Di has long regarded himself as the most powerful monarch in the world, and only this lofty and arrogant posture can demonstrate the majesty and glory of Emperor Zhu Di.

But now, he was being told about his deeds by Jiang Xinghuo in such a calm tone, as if he was discussing his own destiny with him from another angle.

"How...how could this happen?"

A trace of doubt arose deep in Zhu Di's heart, and Wei Ke could detect a fear that he was not even aware of.

This small fear, although it could not cause any waves in his heart that had already become rock solid after hundreds of battles, it undoubtedly planted a seed that would take root and sprout sooner or later.

This seed is called destiny.

"I know, you want to ask why, why am I still willing to be an ordinary scholar who is dissolute even though I have extraordinary powers."

Jiang Xinghuo's eyes looked directly at Zhu Di, where there was a burning light, like a burning flame.

"Because I once thought that the future would be eternal and my participation would not change it."

"But in the process of giving lectures in the prison, I gradually discovered that you seem to be the person who can change that future."

"However, you just let me down."

Such words caused Zhu Di to fall into silence.

"The trend of history is overwhelming. Those who follow it will prosper, but those who go against it will perish."

"You might as well put aside your prejudices and think about it carefully. If the fire cannons in the industrial era fire faster, reload faster, have a longer range, and are more powerful, do you really think that your invincible Youyan cavalry will Can we still rely on horse speed to rush through the death land composed of metal and gunpowder as we did a few years ago?"

Zhu Di opened his mouth to retort, but closed it again.

In his mind, he recalled the "iron rain" composed of three sections of fire by the Confederate gunners during the Battle of Jingnan.

If the density, speed, lethality, and distance of this "iron rain" are increased in all aspects, will the cavalry really not end up like the 10,000 Mongolian cavalry that Jiang Xinghuo said, no matter how brave and fearless the cavalry is?

Zhu Di didn't know.

For the first time, he was shaken by his military philosophy, even just a little bit.

But Zhu Di soon realized that he had more important questions about Jiang Xinghuo.