Chapter 298 The heroic spirit of Emperor Taizong?
If there was no Prince Fu, could Zhao Yushu have escaped?
Of course it is possible. If you try your best, the Assassin darkness continues to cover you, and Madam Xu cooperates with the Shadow Step, it is not impossible to kill the prince and his men, let alone escape.
But in that case, he would have to face the dying counterattack of the prince and the little Taoist priest.
One of these two men is the heir of Longhu Mountain, and the other is the crown prince of the current dynasty or even half of the emperor. They must have too many treasures on them to use for counterattack.
If both sides suffer losses in the end, how can Zhao Yushu deal with Prince Fu, who he thinks is more dangerous?
Li Tong disappeared for a month, and Prince Fu suddenly came to Emperor Taizong's mausoleum. Who would believe that they didn't want to cause trouble, except for the stupid prince?
Therefore, from beginning to end, except for snatching the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains, Zhao Yushu never used the Shadow Step once, and he never used Madam Xu.
He had always been on guard against Prince Fu, so when it became increasingly difficult for him to hold on, he decisively pulled Prince Fu into the water. Whether he could pull him down or not was not the point, at least he wanted to avoid being the only one feeling exhausted.
However, Prince Fu's performance was beyond his expectations. The other party did not hide his true intentions at all and admitted bluntly that he was planning to do something evil.
"Please invite the heroic spirit of Emperor Taizong!"
With a shout from Prince Fu, the drop of blood finally fell to the ground, causing a circle of ripples on the bluestone floor.
A circle of ripples composed of spiritual power and divine will.
The familiar breath from underground awakened again, but unlike the previous two times, there was no sweeping spiritual power and no doubtful voices.
Zhao Yushu seemed to see a giant dragon slowly opening its eyes.
"Prince Fu!" The prince was furious: "What are you doing!"
"What? Of course, it's to worship the ancestors." Prince Fu immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed towards the depths of the imperial mausoleum: "I, the unworthy descendant Li Jilong, kneel to welcome the heroic spirit of Emperor Taizong. Li Huan, why don't you kneel!"
The prince was startled and looked at the little Taoist priest in doubt. The little Taoist priest swayed twice and then sat down on the ground with blood still flowing from his face. There was a trace of Li blood in him.
The scholar was also a member of the Li family. He knelt down decisively. The three Li clan members and two nobles behind Prince Fu also knelt down hurriedly.
Zhao Yushu laughed and said, "Prince, kneel down without worry. I won't hit you in front of Emperor Taizong."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yushu's face changed. He suddenly pulled out Minghong and slashed forward. An invisible spiritual power was cut away by Minghong, and Zhao Yushu also retreated several steps.
"Since you are a descendant of the Li family, why don't you kneel?"
A cold voice echoed in the hall. Zhao Yushu was stunned. Descendants of the Li family? Me?
The others were more surprised than him. The prince felt a little confused and even a little scared. Wasn't this kid's last name Zhao? If his last name was Li, then the throne...
Prince Fu still maintained the kowtowing posture, but his brows were furrowed as he lowered his head. Then he immediately thought of a possibility and looked intently at the ground beneath him.
"Ancestors, he can't be a member of the Li family. He is a student of the academy. My father died at the hands of his teacher!" The prince knelt on the ground and didn't dare to look up. He just argued hastily, ignoring the loopholes in his words.
"Since you are a descendant of the Li family, why don't you kneel?"
The voice ignored the prince's words and asked again. At the same time, the spiritual power attacked again. Minghong swung it down without hesitation, but this time Zhao Yushu retreated further.
"Prince Fu! If you don't tell me what the blood is for, the prince will kill you and no one can save you!"
Prince Fu snorted coldly, seemingly dismissing Zhao Yushu's threat: "No one can kill the descendants of the Li family in front of Taizong's spirit."
But he continued, "That is the blood of the royal family. Each drop of it takes ten years of life and several days to obtain. Where did you get it from? Li Li?"
Zhao Yushu split the spiritual power for the third time, but this time he didn't just retreat, but his whole body felt like it was hit hard by a heavy hammer. If it happened twice, he felt that he couldn't hold on: "Prince Fu! Are you still lying to me at this time? You are the prince yourself, what's the point of using this drop of blood?"
"Connect the earth veins, conceal the truth, and make Taizong's heroic spirit think that the person standing here is the one who is to be sacrificed! Zhao Yushu, kneel down quickly, and kowtow to Taizong so that it will not be an insult to you!"
Well, after all, whether in the past life or this life, Taizong is a great figure who has been striving for the second place in the entire history, so it is reasonable for me to kowtow to you.
However, Zhao Yushu still did not kneel: "If it is the spirit of Emperor Taizong, of course I have to kneel, but I don't remember anyone who can live for hundreds of years. I have only seen one, and I'm afraid you will be angry if I tell you, but he is a monster that is neither human nor ghost."
Minghong let out a soft cry, and this time it did not cut through the spiritual power. Instead, it collided fiercely with each other. It was a stalemate of three breaths before it barely broke the spiritual power. Zhao Yushu also sat dejectedly on the ground, vomiting blood. If it happened again, he really couldn't hold on any longer.
There are now ten people in the entire imperial mausoleum, nine are kneeling and one is sitting. No one knows why the sitting person is so determined.
Prince Fu has openly plotted a rebellion. Today, only one of him and the Crown Prince will be able to walk out of the imperial mausoleum. The Crown Prince is surrounded by a young Taoist priest, a scholar, and two nobles, while Prince Fu is surrounded by three useless members of the Li family, who may not even be his men.
Where does his confidence come from?
The prince knew where his confidence came from.
The one who performs the sacrifice!
Only the next emperor is qualified to offer sacrifices, only the next emperor can receive the initiation of Taizong’s heroic spirit, and only he is qualified to know how to get the opportunity to become the inner scene.
Now the qualification to offer sacrifice has been taken away by King Fu.
In front of Taizong’s spirit, no one can kill Li’s descendants?
Zhao Yushu didn't think so. If he had tried his best just now, he would definitely have been able to kill the prince and the little Taoist priest. Madam Xu was invincible and could kill anyone. Taizong might have been very strong when he was alive, but how capable was this so-called heroic spirit now? Could he protect the prince from Madam Xu?
It was obvious that the prince and Zhao Yushu wanted to go together.
"Zhao Yushu, kill Prince Fu. I swear in front of our ancestors that all grudges between me and the academy will be wiped out from now on!" The prince shouted almost madly.
Everyone looked at the prince in astonishment. The young Taoist priest showed a hint of disdain in his eyes, while the scholar's eyes flickered and he lowered his head even more.
"Ha, Prince Fu, what price are you going to offer?" Zhao Yushu put away the Assassin and put his hand into his arms. Even though his bones were almost falling apart, his tone was still relaxed.
"Kill if you want to. It is not the behavior of an emperor to wag his tail and beg for mercy."
Zhao Yushu shook his head: "Prince, look at your uncle, he is much better than you."
The prince gnashed his teeth and said, "If you don't kill him, how long can you live?"
Zhao Yushu chuckled: "Your ancestors think that I am also a descendant of the Li family. In that case, I can use this thing too?"
Everyone couldn't help but look up at Zhao Yushu, or at the scroll in his hand.
"Since you are a descendant of the Li family, why don't you kneel!"
The vast spiritual power swept in again, with great momentum and boundless.
Zhao Yushu sneered, grabbed the scroll and pulled it hard.
"I kneel to you, uncle!"