Chapter 317 I Am the Emperor
The stone statue opened its eyes and looked at the four young men, two standing and two kneeling, and sighed, "Has the Tang Dynasty declined to this point? It actually allowed outsiders to intrude here."
"Ancestors, the academy refuses to obey the king's rule and regards our Li Tang royal family as nothing. Over the years, my Li family has made great contributions to the academy, and we have been tolerant of them. However, they have become more and more domineering. Now, taking advantage of my father's death, they are directly rebelling! Ancestors, please make the decision for our Li family!"
The prince kowtowed several times with tears in his eyes. The scholar frowned but said nothing.
"Academy? What is it?" The stone statue spoke slowly, shocking everyone.
The academy has existed for at least a thousand years, spanning three or four dynasties. After Emperor Taizong conquered the Eastern Capital, he lived in the academy for a long time. Could it be that Emperor Taizong's spirit has lost his memory?
"Hahaha!" A very discordant laughter sounded, and the prince immediately turned around and glared at him, but besides being angry, he also felt a little admiration. This kid could still laugh so wildly in front of the heroic spirit of Taizong. Although he was an idiot enough, he had to praise him for being really brave.
Of course, the one who was laughing was Zhao Yushu. Seeing his crazy look, the young Taoist priest couldn't help but move to the side, so that when Taizong couldn't help but chop at him with a sword, he might have a chance to dodge.
"What are you laughing at?" the statue asked in a dull voice.
"I laugh at Zhou Yu's lack of strategy. Sorry for the mistake. I laugh at you pretending to be the heroic spirit of Emperor Taizong every day. In fact, apart from the prayers for world peace that the Li family recites to you every year during the ancestor worship, you don't know anything."
The prince's fingers trembled. "You, you dare to be disrespectful to the Emperor Taizong! He, he is the sixth master of the academy, and he is the one who killed my father and uncle!"
"Come on, my prince. The old Emperor Taizong has long passed away. If he is still alive, I wonder if he would be so angry that he would come back to life if he saw his descendants kneeling before such a thing. I say, do you dare to take off your mask and let us see your true face?"
The prince's lips trembled and his eyes were filled with fear. He did not believe nor wanted to believe what Zhao Yushu said, but what Zhao Yushu said did seem to make some sense.
"It's impossible. If it weren't for the heroic spirit of Emperor Taizong, how could he have the ability to protect our Li descendants!" The prince was still making his last struggle.
"It is not he who blesses you, but the sword in his hand."
Zhao Yushu raised his hand and pointed. The sword gave him an extremely terrifying feeling. He was sure that as long as he could get the sword, his cultivation would immediately rise to more than one level. But he was also sure that as long as he touched the sword now, he would be instantly reduced to ashes.
You have to reach at least the ninth heaven, or even the inner realm, before you dare to take that sword.
"I am indeed I." The stone statue moved and raised its sword: "If I am not the Emperor Taizong, how can I hold the Human Emperor Sword?"
The Human Emperor Sword! Zhao Yushu's heart skipped a beat. He had already overestimated this sword as much as possible. After all, he had in his hands a famous divine weapon in the history of his previous life, but if we talk about the one with the highest legendary degree, this one is undoubtedly it.
The Human Emperor Sword, or the Xuanyuan Sword.
Zhao Yushu could understand Madam Xu's anger. In previous history, Madam Xu's greatest mission, or only mission, was to kill the first emperor.
The key is not to kill him yet.
Zhao Yushu had a headache, Madam Xu was the apple of his eye, and the Human Emperor Sword was the most divine of all divine weapons that he had coveted for two lifetimes, but the two did not get along.
It’s okay, Mrs. Xu. At least until I, Old Zhao, become an inner scene, you will still be my favorite.
Zhao Yushu silently comforted Mrs. Xu and temporarily put aside the idea of himself as a scumbag.
"Emperor Taizong, please give me this sword. I am now the emperor of the Tang Dynasty!" The prince knelt down and took two steps, raised his hands above his head and shouted loudly.
There was a sound of breaking stones, and the statue slowly took a step forward. "My Great Tang is powerful and virtuous. Why are you, the Academy, plotting rebellion?"
Zhao Yushu touched his chin and said, "Emperor Taizong was in charge of the Human Emperor Sword and was able to create a treasure like the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains. To be honest, even if my teacher is known as the best person in the world, he is still far from being able to meet Emperor Taizong. So the question is, my teacher was trapped in the map for so long, and when he just came out, how come he was able to fight you to a draw?"
The statue stopped and seemed confused.
"Because the Tang Dynasty is decaying, even if you hypnotize yourself every day that you are Taizong, even if you hold the Human Emperor Sword for Taizong, it cannot cover up the fact that you are just a weakening god who survived Taizong's era."
Minghong was unsheathed, and this divine weapon, which could be said to be a twin of the Human Emperor Sword, let out a proud sound. Although it was not like the Human Emperor Sword, which had been blessed with great power for thousands of years by the brilliant Human Emperors of successive generations, the material of Minghong itself and its god-devouring properties determined that it was the most perfect combat weapon when facing a god holding the Human Emperor Sword.
The stone statue took a sudden step back, and more stones fell off its body, revealing the armor underneath.
"No, it's broken!"
Zhao Yushu was stunned. How did it know that Minghong had broken off before? Unless it was there when Minghong broke off, or...
Zhao Yushu took a deep look at the Human Emperor Sword, perhaps, Minghong was cut off by it.
The prince finally realized that his so-called ancestor was actually afraid of Zhao Yushu, or rather, afraid of the dagger in his hand, so he shouted hurriedly: "Ancestor, please give me the sword, and I will kill this beast for you!"
"Okay." The statue actually nodded in agreement.
Zhao Yushu has met three things that can be called gods. One is the mountain god, who has gone mad in his attempt to survive. One is the lake god, who has lost his temper because of the old man's torture. The most bizarre one is the ghost Buddha.
The ghost Buddha was not conferred by the royal family, but was the real thing that created itself, or in other words, it became a spirit through resentment. Zhao Yushu speculated that the stone statue in front of him was probably created by Emperor Taizong because of his reluctance to leave the Tang Dynasty and his descendants.
But no matter whether it is a mountain god or a ghost or Buddha, these things all have one characteristic, which is extreme selfishness. So Zhao Yushu didn't believe that the stone statue would be so generous as to give the Human Emperor Sword, which is more important than its life, to the prince.
Don’t try to play the body-snatching trick again, I’m tired of seeing it.
"I give you the Saluzai, this horse will follow me to fight in the Tiger's Lair. It is brave and resolute, and invincible!"
The sound of breaking stones was heard, and Zhao Yushu stared in amazement as the first stone sculpture of a horse on the west side suddenly shattered, revealing a divine horse with shiny purple fur and bright eyes.
The steed neighed, raised its front hooves, and suddenly exhaled a breath that turned into a gust of wind that swept the prince onto its back. As the prince exclaimed and rose up, a battle armor made of pure spiritual light suddenly emerged around his body, with a sword and quiver appearing on both sides of his waist, making his body more than three times larger out of thin air, perfectly matching the size of the warhorse.
"This is so fucking terrible!" Zhao Yushu looked up at the prince who had turned into a giant warrior, and felt a little panicked. On this day, humans once again remembered the fear of being dominated by giants...
However, this is not the end. The statue looked at the scholar who was still kneeling on the ground and said: "You are also a descendant of my Li family."
The scholar bowed his head: "Yes."
"That's great. There's one more person. You can deal with it."
The young Taoist priest suddenly felt his scalp tingling.