Chapter 312 Brothers are fighting against each other
Zhao Yushu felt that the scene before him was magical.
An ordinary fat man and an inner scene stared at each other, and each of them only had eyes for each other.
The prince was watching the show with a distant relative, wishing that his own father and uncle would die together. He had not forgotten that his uncle was already the recognized worshipper of Emperor Taizong's spirit in the imperial mausoleum.
The young Taoist priest squatted aside. His master had never taught him how to deal with this kind of situation. But no matter what, he must not be the first to stand out, especially when his opponent was the insidious and cunning Zhao Yushu, who had amazing means.
Zhao Yushu was also a little embarrassed. Yan Hui was watching him quietly from a distance, and he was also watching Yan Hui quietly. The one with the purest mind here was probably the little Taoist priest.
"If you don't take action, you'll never be able to leave here." Prince Fu urged.
"If I take action, I will lose the protection of my ancestors."
Prince Fu nodded and said, "Yes, I have been planning for a long time and took away the prince's right to offer sacrifices just to enter the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains to see you. You are the emperor of the dynasty, and I am the person recognized by Emperor Taizong. Emperor Taizong does not object to fighting within the family, as long as you don't die at the hands of outsiders. But if you want to do it, you will take back what Emperor Taizong gave you. Nephew, give your uncle a sword."
The prince was stunned for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth and threw the sword in front of Prince Fu.
"Look, your son wants you dead." Prince Fu picked up the sword with a smile, "Brother, you and I should fight like two men. Without your cultivation, you won't be afraid, right?"
Prince Fu stood up and struck a stance with a standard posture. If it weren't for his fat body, he would have been a pretty good swordsman.
The emperor closed his eyes and was silent for a moment. Finally, he sighed and stretched out his hand. The scholar beside the prince immediately offered his sword with both hands.
The moment the emperor took the sword, a gust of wind blew by. Zhao Yushu used his eyes to see and saw that the emperor had become an ordinary person.
Taizong withdrew his protection until someone was decided who could stand in front of the altar.
Zhao Yushu wanted to laugh. The cruelty of the emperors lasted for four hundred years, and today the tragedy of brothers fighting each other was repeated. The only consolation was that finally one side no longer raised the sword for the cold throne.
Yan Hui sighed. Things had come to this point and even he had no reason to stop the duel. Once the two decided the winner, no matter who the winner was, this sea of suffering would disappear, and there would be no chance to force Zhao Yushu to reveal his trump card.
Unless he killed Prince Fu by force, could he really succeed in front of Emperor Taizong? And even if he killed him, it would only help the emperor temporarily escape from the sea of suffering, but what good would it do him?
Zhao Yushu kept staring at Yan Hui's expression. What he feared most was that Yan Hui would make a desperate attempt and force himself on himself even at the cost of Madam Xu.
When Yan Hui sighed slightly, Zhao Yushu also breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Yan Hui was still not magnanimous enough. He was hesitant and cautious. He had great cultivation but he was still secretive. He lost this round because of his hesitation.
Then, as long as the emperor and Prince Fu decide the winner, this sea of suffering will be over. After everyone has experienced it, they will be able to find a teacher.
The one who cares most about this war situation is the prince. It would not be good if either his father or uncle died. It would be best if they died together.
But it is too difficult to achieve a result of mutual destruction, unless someone is behind the scenes.
The prince hesitated for a moment, as if wondering if he had the courage to risk all his skills to challenge the winner between the two brothers.
The emperor was obsessed with power and creating people, and he hadn't practiced swordsmanship properly in these years. Prince Fu was so fat that it was obvious that he was not good at ordinary kung fu. After all, he had studied orthodox royal swordsmanship in Chang'an Academy. Even if he was not as good as the scholars around him, he was always better than those two.
But I don’t have a sword now.
The prince hesitated for a moment, then shouted, "Little Heavenly Master, the rest of you come to my side, and don't get in the way of my father."
Zhao Yushu couldn't help but admire the prince's thick-skinnedness. Just now, your uncle asked you to borrow a sword to kill your father, and you gave it to him immediately. Now you talk like you are quite filial. Who doesn't understand your little thoughts except the little Taoist priest?
But it seemed that the little Taoist priest didn't understand enough. Now standing next to the emperor and Yan Hui, he did feel something was wrong. It looked much safer inside Prince Jing's Mansion, so he ran over without much hesitation. The noble who was still intact also hurriedly dragged the unlucky noble whose smoke had just extinguished over with him.
Prince Fu took a deep breath and said, "Prince Jing's Mansion is a small place, not as good as Chang'an. I haven't practiced any imperial swordsmanship, so I'll just use the simple swordsmanship my father taught me."
The emperor snorted coldly: "You are the Prince of Fu, but you still think about the small Prince of Jing's Mansion every day. Even if this position is given to you, can you sit there? Well, you want to see the sword of the emperor, I will grant you your wish."
"You still think I want your crappy throne." Prince Fu stopped talking nonsense and thrust his sword forward. His swordsmanship was mediocre and he was just an ordinary swordsman.
Prince Fu is not playing dumb to eat the tiger. The sword skills taught by his father are indeed superficial, and he is indeed fat instead of muscular. The good sword over there is simply wasted in his hands.
The emperor's swordsmanship was much more sophisticated, and even though he was just a mortal now, the spiritual power that had previously tempered his body had basically put him at the peak of being a mortal. After only two or three moves, Prince Fu was out of breath and seemed like he would fall to the ground at any time.
"I thought you were so bold because you had something to rely on. It turns out you are just like when you were little, a useless person who acts on impulse."
The emperor forced Prince Fu back with a sword, then raised his sword and looked around: "If anyone of you has the courage, you can try to draw your sword against me and help Prince Fu."
Just now, the emperor decided to draw his sword against Prince Fu and then turned into a mortal. Will the same happen to others who want to draw their swords against the emperor?
Of course, the young Taoist priest would not be so stupid. The scholar was loyal to the emperor, and the two nobles were typical fence-sitters. So the emperor said this to the prince and also to Zhao Yushu.
Zhao Yushu scratched his head, feeling something was wrong.
The emperor attacked Prince Fu and turned into a mortal, but he had clearly thrown several silver needles at the emperor before, so how come nothing happened?
There are two possibilities. One is that Master Taizong only wants a fair duel, mortal against mortal, monk against monk. If I throw the emperor again now, I will become a mortal.
The second one is more outrageous. I am under the protection of Madam Xu. The Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains, which follows the will of Emperor Taizong, cannot touch me. Moreover, Minghong is also very interested in the things in the imperial mausoleum.
Although it is outrageous, Zhao Yushu thinks it is the second one.
So Old Zhao rubbed his hands, first looked at the prince and then at the emperor, which made the unscrupulous father and son feel a little uneasy.
Is this guy crazy? Is he really going to kill us even at the cost of his cultivation?
But it seems that this kid has always been this crazy.
Zhao Yushu walked to the side and picked up the long sword left behind by the unlucky noble after being struck by lightning.
It seems that he has always been saying that he wants to kill the dog prince and chop off the dog emperor.