Chapter 314 Galaxy
Skeletons scattered and fell into the sea of blood, along with a skinny old monk.
Yan Hui frowned and glanced at the little Taoist priest who was standing aside with the thunder in his palm not yet dissipated. He sighed slightly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the prince and the scholar. The whole figure became blurred and the three of them disappeared together.
Zhao Yushu fell to the ground, gasping for breath, but couldn't stop smiling: "I didn't expect you to take action."
The little Taoist priest's face twitched: "I believe that Master would not teach you thunder magic for no reason."
Hey, this silly boy actually believed it.
Then the little Taoist priest hesitated for a moment and asked, "Can you give me back the sword?"
Zhao Yushu rolled his eyes and said, "Get lost."
The emperor's face was gloomy. Zhao Yushu's trick seemed to have no effect on him, but the insight he showed frightened him.
Coupled with Prince Fu's words just now, "So that's how it is", he realized that these two people had found a way to win.
It can't be delayed any longer.
The emperor gritted his teeth and decided to ignore Zhao Yushu for the time being and focus on dealing with the crumbling Prince Fu.
Prince Fu really couldn't hold on for much longer. After being stabbed by the emperor again, he staggered and fell in front of the gate of Prince Jing's mansion.
"We are brothers, so I will give you a happy ending. When I leave, I will marry Li Tong to the Western Regions. You should be content."
The emperor raised his sword and pointed it at Prince Fu's chest.
Prince Fu coughed twice, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and with difficulty turned sideways to pick up the three spirit tablets that he had knocked over one by one and held them in his arms.
"This is Prince Jing's Mansion."
The emperor frowned: "So?"
"I am the recognized prince of King Jing, so you have to listen to me in this matter." Prince Fu smiled happily.
The emperor sensed something was wrong and immediately thrust his sword down. There was a sharp sound of iron entering flesh, and the sword pierced through his body, with blood dripping from the blade onto the floor.
Prince Fu's breathing began to rapid and he hugged the tablet tightly.
With a loud bang, the emperor subconsciously took a step back, his eyes filled with fear.
A crack appeared in the ground between him and Prince Fu, and the crack was getting bigger and bigger.
The entire Prince Jing's Palace began to fall apart, the entire land continued to crack, and the fragments slowly drifted away, and no one knew where they would eventually drift to.
"Zhao Yushu, what should we do?" The little Taoist priest was a little frightened and retreated step by step to Zhao Yushu's side.
"Let's drown together."
"Fuck you!"
"Come here." Zhao Yushu stopped teasing him and rushed towards Prince Fu. The little Taoist priest suddenly realized and hurriedly followed behind him.
When the emperor saw what the two did, he hesitated for a moment, then he tried to jump over the crack and ran towards Prince Fu.
Prince Fu had not yet died, but his vision had begun to blur.
"I tricked him here." Zhao Yushu squatted down, looked at the emperor who had just jumped over, and said to Prince Fu.
"Thank you, thank you." Prince Fu forced a smile and pointed at the dilapidated door plaque of Prince Jing's Mansion. Zhao Yushu nodded, hugged the door plaque tightly, and jumped into the sea of blood.
The young Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and jumped down. The door plaque was big enough, and the two of them held one end each, rising and falling in the sea of blood.
The emperor was stunned, looking at Prince Fu who was smiling with a look of triumph in front of him.
All land was far away, and there was no place for him to escape.
"Sister, our family is reunited."
The Prince Jing's Palace that sank into the sea of blood formed a powerful vortex, pulling Zhao Yushu and the little Taoist priest quickly towards the center of the vortex.
Zhao Yushu’s eyes went dark, and when he opened them again, he found himself floating in the galaxy.
Countless stars are floating in the endless void, and galaxies are hanging in the distance.
Even in his previous life, Zhao Yushu had only seen this scene on the Internet. Only when he saw it with his own eyes did he realize how tiny it was.
The little Taoist priest was still holding the plaque of the Jingwang Mansion, staring at the scene in front of him in amazement: "What, what is this place?"
"Of course it's where my teacher is." Zhao Yushu said with a smile, and then cut the back of the little master's neck with a knife. The little master rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Why did you knock him out?" The old man's voice came from behind. Zhao Yushu turned around and said, "I thought he was in the way."
“Then just throw it farther.” The old man waved his hand, and the little Taoist holding the door plaque instantly turned into a small dot and disappeared on an unknown planet.
"I have gone through the suffering of three people." Zhao Yushu simply recounted his experience of entering the painting.
"Zixiao went to extremes because of his senior brother's death, but I can't blame him. Qi Buyu is indeed a talented person. If he hadn't died, your senior brother's future achievements would be similar to his."
The old man spoke highly of Qi Buyou: "It's a pity that he didn't have time to comprehend the inner scene, otherwise you would have more than just these two moves."
Zhao Yushu scratched his head and said, "That's enough. I can't learn any more. But teacher, where is this place?"
"Of course it's the place where I comprehend the inner scene. This is where we are. I didn't expect it to be a ball."
A blue planet quickly approached. Zhao Yushu looked at the planet which was 90% similar to the Earth and couldn't help but close his eyes. This place really looked like the Earth.
"Can we get a little closer?" Zhao Yushu pointed at the Eurasian continent.
"I don't know what you're thinking of, but unfortunately, this is the limit of my ability. I always feel that there is a force in this boundless universe that forbids me from looking closer. If I want to see, I can only walk over step by step on the ground."
Zhao Yushu understood why the teacher always liked to wander around. Anyone who was lucky enough to see this vast universe would be unable to resist taking a look.
When humans first looked up at the starry sky, they could no longer stop exploring.
Zhao Yushu silently looked at the sun in the distance: "Maybe I am not from this world."
The old man was quite surprised: "The third brother told me about this possibility, but I didn't take it seriously. However, in this case, yes or no, why say it's possible?"
Zhao Yushu pointed at the sun and said, "In my world, the sun, the moon, and the earth, which we call Earth, are all very similar to this place. The outlines of the continents and oceans are almost identical, as are the language, legends, and even part of the history. However, they are not completely the same, and my world may be smaller."
"Do you want to go back?"
"I do not know."
The master and the disciple sat cross-legged in the universe, neither of them spoke a word. They just watched silently as the stars rose and fell and the world was annihilated. Ten thousand years passed in an instant.
"You don't have to learn. You will have your own understanding in the future." The old man seemed a little tired: "Let's go out."
Zhao Yushu nodded: "Maybe in the future I will also walk over step by step and take a look."
Madam Xu appeared in his hand, and the entire universe was in turmoil.
"Once this thing comes out, the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains will be ruined." The old man felt a little regretful.
"Prince Fu died with the Emperor. I didn't have time to ask him many secrets. It's a pity, but let it be. The Tang Dynasty is in this state now. The Li family, no, no one should have such things anymore."
Mrs. Xu gently pushed forward, the galaxy disappeared, and a tiny hole appeared in the black and white landscape. All the ink began to flow out through the hole involuntarily.
Zhao Yushu stretched out his hand towards the landscape painting that had almost turned into a blank sheet of paper, pulled it hard, and stepped out.