The strongest emperor of the Three Kingdoms

"Oh, so much misery in the world comes from ignorance."

Du Yu smiled, but his smile was a little sour. This foolish loyalty was too heavy and made him feel breathless.

"Boy, you don't understand it now, but you will understand it one day when you reach the pinnacle of monasticism."

Du Yu nodded, picked up the token suspended on the withered bones, and walked towards the eighth floor.

The eighth floor seemed to be a martial arts hall. There was nothing in it. The only thing that could be seen was a dazzling array of secret techniques and a monk, who was exercising himself in front of a wooden stake.

"After passing this level, can I see the tower master?"

Du Yu looked a little dazed, and the psychic Taoist was also silent.

Ze Xi and Chen Ziyang were guarding Du Yu on the left and right, always on guard against something.

"Are you the gatekeeper here?"

Seeing no extra people, Du Yu finally walked towards the monk practicing martial arts, but soon, a wooden stake blocked the way of Du Yu. Only then did Du Yu realize that in front of the monk, there were countless floating objects blocking his way. wooden stakes.

But Du Yu did not take it lightly, and his steps seemed a bit heavy. Every step he took was with an inexplicable edge. He did not force the demolition, but used his hands and feet to follow the rhythm of the wooden stakes while being beaten.

Seeing this, Chen Ziyang broke his sword and was about to take action. Ze Xi stopped him and shook his head at him.

I don't know how much time passed, but Du Yu finally walked up to the monk. Although his whole body was very painful from being beaten, he could barely stand up and asked again.

The monk who was practicing hard against the wooden stake finally turned his head, his eyes full of emptiness, and then punched out with his hand.

"bump."

Du Yu felt a huge force hit his chest, and then he hit the wooden stake. After enduring the beating from the wooden stake again, he was caught by Chen Zi Yang and Ze Xi, who were on the side, so that he would not hit the wall.

"Master (Master), are you okay?"

The two said in unison.

Du Yu shook his head, then picked up the secret book on the bookshelf and flipped through it.

"Iron Armor Skill."

Du Yu first picked up the bottom one, then flipped it through and quickly browsed it before putting it back.

And one of the countless wooden stakes blocking him disappeared in an instant.

Du Yu prepared this and picked up the second book. Sure enough, the second wooden stake also lost its trace.

But when he picked up the third book, the second wooden stake that had disappeared appeared again.

"Old man, do you understand?"

There were no fewer than a hundred secret books on the entire bookshelf. Du Yu frowned and did not continue to act rashly, but asked in his mind.

The psychic Taoist's voice was unhurried: "The third book on the left, Steel Fist."

Du Yu picked it up, and the second wooden stake disappeared.

"The first book at your fingertips, the basics of herb identification."

Du Yu picked up the herb to identify it and then put it down. The fourth wooden stake disappeared.

Du Yu looked up and saw that there were at least three wooden stakes in front of him, but obviously, if he made a mistake, the previously disappeared wooden stakes would come back, and if he tried to break through, it would definitely not work.

"The sixth Poison Sutra is on your head."

Du Yu stretched out his hand and was about to take it, but he quickly retracted his hand because there was a poisonous insect that seemed to be sleeping on the poison sutra.

When Chen Ziyang saw this, a sword light instantly condensed on the broken sword in his hand, but Ze Xi stretched out his hand to stop him, and then reached out and took down the Poison Scripture from the bookshelf. A layer of light purple stripes formed on his hand. , but the stripes quickly dissipated, and soon after, the fifth wooden stake also disappeared.

The psychic Taoist was silent and didn't seem to know which book to pick up next. Du Yu rolled his eyes and then picked up a miscellaneous book of exercises that fell on the ground: Ling Xin Lu.

The remaining two wooden stakes disappeared at the same time, and the eyes of the seemingly unconscious monk in front of him suddenly became bright. He looked at Du Yu and said:

"Kill me down and you can go up."

Du Yu nodded, Chen Ziyang understood, and the sword light flew out from the broken sword in his hand. The monk did not dodge and allowed the sword light to hit his god.

"clang."

Soon, there was a sound of iron and stone hitting him.

Only then did Du Yu see that the monk was covered in golden light. Even though the sword light struck him, there was not a single scratch on his body.

"It's not an option if we continue like this."

Although the battle between the monk and Chen Ziyang was hard to tell, Du Yu could see that if this continued, it would only be a matter of time before Chen Ziyang would be defeated.

Du Yu opened the parchment in his hand. Ze Xi did not follow, but guarded the parchment where Du Yu disappeared. This time, when the seventh page was turned, the monk did not stop and was still fighting with Chen Ziyang. Inseparable.

The scene this time was very blurry. The first thing I saw was a leader of the Imperial Guard. The man took off his armor, sighed, and then walked into a temple.

The sweeping monk on the ground said "Oh Amitabha" to him. He nodded and walked into the courtyard. After that, the abbot personally performed the gradient for him, and then the man practiced on the wooden pile day after day. Those most basic martial arts.

I don’t know how long time passed. Four seasons passed and a new spring arrived. He knocked on the wooden fish in his hand, finished his morning class and walked to the door again.

The previous sweeping monk had passed away, so he took over the job of the sweeping monk, then picked up the broom in his hand and started sweeping.

Although it was sweeping the floor, the technique was very subtle and mixed with a special artistic conception. Du Yu could feel his mood constantly improving just by looking at it.

Until that day comes, one is the king he once loyal to, and the other is the princess he once loved. After a moment of decision, the sweeping monk chose the princess's camp.

And his existence, to a certain extent, has affected the balance of victory and defeat. Although they were slightly stronger under the blessing of the Flower of Rebirth, the pressure on the creatures who were unable to defeat the False God King was instantly reduced. Then, the screen jumped directly. , jump to, the princess personally gave him the crown.

At this moment, he had a bright smile in his eyes, but a hint of bitterness quietly fell from the corner of his mouth.

Although he may have thought about returning to secular life, he also knew that the princess did not have the same admiration for him as he did for the princess. At that time, the whole world did not know where the person the princess loved was.

At this time, the parchment vomited out Du Yu. Du Yu touched his head and felt a little helpless.

This ascetic monk has no flaws in his body, nor does he have the protection that a normal monk should have. No matter if he is a genius or a peerless genius, Du Yu is still helpless at this moment.

And even Chen Ziyang, who was an innate sword embryo, was struggling a little at the moment. There were obviously some scars on his body, and it was obviously impossible to hold on for long.

"He is simply an immortal ascetic."

Du Yu smiled bitterly.