C2 (1/2)

It was early in the morning when the snow had just cleared. The morning sun shone brightly on the snow and ice, making them shine with a golden light.

As the weather cleared up, a hint of chilliness permeated the air. However, at this moment, the entire Imperial City was like a delicate machine that was operating in an orderly manner.

In the most remote corner of the northwest corner of the Imperial City, in a small courtyard, Hong Yu had gotten up early.

He opened the window and a cold wind flooded into the room, immediately clearing his mind.

Feeling that his condition had been perfectly adjusted, he rummaged through a dusty book box in the corner of the room for a while before taking out a thick book.

Looking at the few huge words written on the book's cover, 'Martial Scripture Index', a trace of reminiscence flashed across Hong Yu's face.

This was one of the few things her mother had left behind.

Over the years, whenever he thought of his mother, he would open the case and flip through the books.

Most of these books were poems, manuscripts, and biographies of famous people. However, there was an exception to this.

His father, the Celestial Emperor Hongwu, had deposed all three thousand foreign cultivators. He respected the orthodoxy of the martial way and ordered all martial arts experts in the world to gather and practice the《 Martial Scriptures》 together. He compiled all the martial arts techniques and abilities into books, bringing the total together to thirty-six thousand five hundred books.

However, because the content of the Martial Scriptures was too vast and was not easy to find, the Hongwu Heavenly Emperor rewrote the ”Index of the Martial Scriptures” and classified the contents into different categories, creating a separate index to guide the people in flipping through the books.

Yesterday in the Upper Central Academy, he had been punished a thousand times by Young Master Fu Wei Zheng to copy the ”Classic of Martial Arts” Index. Although it seemed like a casual punishment, it was actually extremely harsh and harsh.

36500 volumes of Martial Scriptures was definitely a huge number. Even if it was just an index, it was more than 10,000 words long.

To copy it a thousand times within three days, that was definitely a terrifying amount of work. Perhaps Hong Yu wouldn't be able to complete it within three days without rest.

Moreover, the Martial Scriptures were the most precious ancient scriptures of the Great Flood God. They only existed in the armory of the imperial palace. Even the《 Martial Scripture Index》 was hard to find. A lowly prince like Hong Yu simply could not get his hands on it.

Thankfully, he remembered that among his mother's relics was this secret that was kept secret by the imperial government.

Even though Zhang Xuan didn't know it, he didn't know why his lowly mother, who came from a Panda-like background, would possess such a treasure. However, the appearance of this book had indeed solved a big problem for him right now.

Previously in the class, he thought that Wei Zheng punishing him in such a way was a kindness to him.

However, upon closer examination, he felt that this was a deliberate act of him making things difficult for Chu Feng. His thoughts were extremely malicious and malicious.

As the crown prince's young master, Wei Zheng was Hong Yu's fourth brother, the crown prince's close servant. Every prince would only be the crown prince's enemy, seizing the opportunity, he would spare no effort to help the crown prince eliminate any enemies that blocked the throne!

Although Hong Yu's background wasn't that high, he was still the direct son of Celestial Emperor Hongwu and naturally had the possibility of seizing the throne. Wei Zheng had no reason to let him off.

On the page, faint golden veined patterns spread out, and like the rings of trees, they unceasingly circulated around the paper. Coupled with the paper's heavy and slightly yellowish historical feeling from the passage of time, it actually exuded a kind of special and rare feeling.

Hong Yu knew that this was the golden thread paper given to him by Sang Prefecture on the border of the Great Flood. It had always been a royal tribute for the royal family.

At the beginning of the title page, there were two vigorous words written in thick ink. As the words were reflected in his eyes, it looked grand and magnificent, and as it met his eyes, his gaze turned cold and his face turned serious.

”Stop?”