It turned out that Zhu Gaojie refused to tell him the real dragon-slaying technique because he was afraid that Zhu Di would not be able to withstand this advanced system.

"Little Chengzi, prepare your horse!"

Zhu Di stood leaning on the wall, breathing heavily, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes, "I want to see the young master!"

Since he couldn't figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it and found someone who could figure it out.

Who can figure it out?

Prime Minister in Black, Young Master Yao Guangxiao!

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Tianning Temple has a three-room wide facade, a single-eave hard top, an arched door opening in the bright room, and arched false windows in the two rooms. A plaque reading "Edict to build Tianning Temple" hangs on the lintel.

After passing through the mountain gate, you enter the courtyard where the main hall is located. The main hall of Tianning Temple is called the Yin Hall, which is usually the main hall in temples. The Yin Yin Hall is five rooms wide, with a single eaves on the top of a hard mountaintop, and is located on the stone Xumizuo.

There are couplets on both sides of the hall door: "The solemn bells of the Golden Realm flow to the quiet Sanskrit, and the clouds and treasures on the cloud platform show the cause of kindness."

Monks in black clothes were sitting cross-legged in the Hall of Acceptance and chanting sutras. When His Majesty was still a prince, he taught him at Tianning Temple. Later, when the prince moved to Nanjing and became emperor, he also moved to Jiming Temple in Nanjing.

Assisting Zuo in state affairs. Now that the capital has moved to Beijing, he has returned to Tianning Temple in Beijing again.

In this life, he was always connected with the emperor.

"Old monk, old monk!"

Hearing this anxious voice, Prime Minister Yao Guangxiao in black opened his sickly triangular eyes with a helpless smile at the corners: "Your Majesty, why are you still in such a panic like a young man?"

"Stop talking nonsense. I came to you today to talk to you about business."

Zhu Di sat cross-legged opposite him and asked seriously, "Old monk, I ask you, do you know the art of slaying dragons?"

Yao Guangxiao was a little surprised: "Your Majesty, why did you suddenly think of this?"

Zhu Di waved his hand and asked: "Don't ask, just answer me. How is your understanding of the Dragon Slaying Technique?"

Yao Guangxiao paused and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "If you don't know the art of slaying dragons, Your Majesty, how did you ascend to the throne?"

This statement shows how confident he is. Of course he knows the art of slaying dragons, and it was precisely because he had the art of slaying dragons that he came out to rebel.

He helped Zhu Di usurp the throne and slayed the dragon Emperor Jianwen. I wonder who in the world doesn't know the prime minister in black, and who doesn't know Yao Guangxiao's dragon-slaying skills?

Unexpectedly, Zhu Di shook his head: "Old monk, you can't be considered a dragon slayer."

Yao Guangxiao frowned slightly: "Why did your Majesty say this?"

He was a little displeased. If my dragon-slaying technique is not a real dragon-slaying technique, then what does it matter to you, Emperor Yongle?

Why don't you ask Emperor Jianwen to see if this is my dragon slaying technique?

Although Yao Guangxiao was not a person who was interested in fame and fortune, his dragon-slaying skill could be said to be the capital of his lifelong pride. Now that he is being belittled by others, no wonder he is displeased.

Zhu Di stared at the old monk's triangular eyes and said slowly: "Datong."

"The world is unified!"

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