Chapter 309 Coward
Zhao Yushu had some admiration for Prince Fu.
Whether it was the series of methods he demonstrated in Dongdu during the Shen Qi incident, or the conscience and responsibility he showed in this dusty memory, Prince Fu was much better than his brother, the emperor, who thought he was smart but was actually quite stupid.
And now, Prince Fu was sitting here holding three spirit tablets. He was just a mortal, but he managed to scare the emperor inside so much that he dared not move outside. Although he was a little overestimating his own abilities, such courage was extremely rare.
"The Emperor is outside."
"Otherwise, what do you think I am doing sitting here?"
"He's the interior."
Prince Fu snorted with a disdainful tone.
"Li Tong saved me and my friends once. Although I can't possibly be Neijing's opponent, if you want to leave, I might be able to help you a little."
Prince Fu looked at Zhao Yushu in surprise, as if wondering how Zhao Yushu, a mere fifth level cultivator, could have the confidence to say such things.
The confidence naturally comes from Mrs. Xu.
From the first time she saw the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains in the Sky Prison in Kunlun Snow Mountain, Madam Xu showed an inexplicable restlessness. After entering the painting, the meaning of this restlessness gradually became clear.
Madam Xu can break the heavenly treasure that even the old immortal cannot contend with.
Ever since meeting Master Zixiao, Zhao Yushu was no longer so anxious to find his teacher. Everyone was living well in there. Maybe the teacher was still dreaming about drinking with the girl from the Western Regions.
Since every experience of a big shot's life can help you take a step further, you might as well go with the flow and experience it a few more times.
If it really doesn't work, take out Madam Xu, pierce the map with a sword, and everyone can go out and fight again.
Prince Fu shook his head: "It's rare that Tong'er can make you owe her a favor, so it's better to leave this favor to her."
Zhao Yushu nodded: "Shall I go call him in?"
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Liu."
Zhao Yushu walked out, and when he reached the front hall door, he suddenly stopped: "This is your home, but the plaque at the door is broken, and I can't see what it says."
Prince Fu seemed to be lost in reminiscence: "Prince Jing's mansion has a fief of 1,500 households. As the youngest prince, if nothing unexpected happens, he will never have the chance to see Xijing."
Zhao Yushu understood, walked around the dilapidated courtyard wall and left Prince Jing's Mansion.
The emperor still stood there: "Have you found a way out?"
"Found it, come with me."
The young Taoist priest was delighted and hurried to catch up, but when he saw that the emperor did not move, he was frightened and immediately retracted his steps. He looked at Zhao Yushu angrily, thinking that Zhao Yushu was lying to them.
"What's wrong, Your Majesty? Are you afraid to go in?"
"I don't want to see..."
Zhao Yushu's mouth curled up. Didn't he pretend not to know where this place was just now? Why didn't he pretend now? So he said in a mocking tone: "Who do you not want to see? Your brother who has hated you for more than ten years, or your sister who died in Tubo?"
"Shut up!" The emperor was furious. "She is my sister. Her brother is the emperor. The Tibetans worship her like a god. What is she dissatisfied with?! She is weak. I sent the best imperial doctors and monks to treat her. She is weak. Why does he blame me? I gave him the Eastern Capital! What else is he dissatisfied with?"
"Then you go in." Zhao Yushu turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.
The young Taoist priest was so frightened that he took a few steps back. He was somewhat impressed by Zhao Yushu's boldness for daring to challenge an inner scene.
The emperor's face turned red, his eyes bulged out of his head with anger, and he took a step forward, but his foot stopped in mid-air without falling.
Zhao Yushu sneered. The sufferings of Zixiao Zhenren and Zhang Tianshi were mostly caused by memories and guilt, but this dog emperor was simply bad and cowardly. His extreme selfishness and cowardice made him lack the courage to even face his inner demons.
"Little Heavenly Master, go in and kill everyone inside for me."
The little Taoist priest was stunned and held up a finger: "Me?"
Zhao Yushu almost couldn't hold it in, and used the unique skill of Master Shen of the Rolling Shutter Sect, hooking his finger and saying, "Come here."
"Well, I, I was seriously injured before, and now, I haven't recovered yet." The young Taoist priest not only did not go forward, but took a step back. If there wasn't a sea of blood behind him, he could have retreated further.
Although Zhao Yushu wanted to laugh, he was indeed a little nervous. The emperor's sea of suffering, apart from the ruins of Prince Jing's Mansion that he dared not touch, was an endless sea of blood and corpses. It was understandable that Prince Fu was in Prince Jing's Mansion, but why was the little Taoist priest in the sea of blood?
What role can he play in the emperor's suffering?
He only knew that the little Taoist priest had a slight relationship with the emperor, but this relationship should not be important enough to make the little Taoist priest come to the place he least wanted to remember.
There is also regret.
Although everyone is in his sea of suffering, it is not surprising for him to appear anywhere, but Yan Hui has never appeared in the sea of suffering of the top two inner scenes. Zhao Yushu also believes that he does not have the ability to hide under the noses of Zixiao and Zhang Tianshi without being discovered.
There is something wrong with the Emperor's Sea of Bitterness.
Zhao Yushu suddenly had a feeling that he had broken through the inner sea of suffering of the two people and even reached a little reconciliation with them. This development was beyond the expectations of Yan Hui or the emperor. They were afraid.
Practice makes perfect. Zhao Yushu raised his hand without hesitation and several silver needles flew towards the emperor.
The young Taoist thought that Zhao Yushu was crazy or that he was seeing things.
The young Heavenly Master was very proud. As the best of the younger generation in Mount Longhu, the most proud disciple of Heavenly Master Zhang, and the one who was almost designated as the next Heavenly Master, he had the right to be proud.
So when he was severely injured by a punch from Zhang Hong in the Eastern Capital Imperial City, his first reaction was not fear, but to improve his own cultivation and then fight back.
This is the pride that a chosen one should have. Even if you have achieved perfection in the external scene, I am not afraid at all.
But this fearlessness is only limited to the outdoor scene.
Facing the inner scene, the young Taoist admitted that he had never even had the courage to take action.
Zhao Yushu is only at the fifth level. Even if he is a disciple of the academy, how could he have the courage to attack someone directly?
The young Taoist priest couldn't help but turn his head away, as if he didn't dare to look at the tragedy that would happen next.
With a few ding sounds, the silver needle fell to the ground. It was really an insult to the intelligence of a person with inner realm to want to hurt a small fifth-level silver needle.
But to the little Taoist's surprise, although the emperor looked very angry, he did not glare at the audacious Zhao Yushu and smash him into pieces.
And looking at Zhao Yushu's smirk, it seemed that he was not surprised by this outcome.
"It seems that as long as I don't leave this door, you have no way to deal with it." Zhao Yushu took another step back: "Little Tianshi alone is not enough, what about the others? Did you kill too many people, and Yan Hui hasn't found them in the sea of blood yet?"
The emperor narrowed his eyes and said, "All the people in the academy deserve to die."
Zhao Yushu sneered, then his smile faded. From the depths of the sea of blood, a mountain of skulls slowly floated over.
"Amitabha, Mr. Lao Liu, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time."