That knife is often carried by people in Jinzhou, because there are many wild animals in Jinzhou, and they are used to hunt and eat, and can be used to cut meat; because Jinzhou is prosperous, and picturesque scenery can be seen everywhere, it can be used to dig mountain trails, and you can use this knife to cut off flower branches and put them in your mouth to bite. Now, this knife has gone through troubled times, and has even killed victims who were crazy because of hunger.
Now held in Seventh Prince's hand, it pierced through the layers of splendid clothes and penetrated straight into the emperor's chest.
Seventh Prince's eyes were scarlet, and the image of his father playing with him when he was young flashed before his eyes. At that time, he was still young, riding on his father's shoulders, dancing with a wooden sword, saying that he wanted to be a great hero in the world, not an emperor, but a general. At this moment, everything disappeared.
As determined as he was, his face was also full of tears.
His short sword pierced the emperor's chest directly and came out from behind.
Within three steps, Leader of the School of Military, who is the most decisive and powerful person in the world, was hit by Daoist True Person at such a close range, but it was only a dead end. Then his luck changed drastically. The Qi machine that represented the fierce tiger of the military suddenly burst into flames, and after several mournful roars, it naturally collapsed.
Killing his father with his son and killing his king with his ministers, even if they were unsuccessful, they still encountered a violent backlash from the very essence of human nature.
All Human Dao Destiny disappeared in an instant.
Seventh Prince was stunned, seemed to have noticed something, wanted to say something, spat out blood from his mouth, and then fell on his back. The eunuchs and imperial guards outside heard the movement, and saw this extremely impactful scene when they rushed in. They saw Seventh Prince fell to the ground, and a tattered knife was spinning on the ground as bright as white jade. He fell silent. The saint sat on the ground with his chest covered, his face turned pale.
All the eunuchs and imperial guards turned pale for a moment, and their brains were at a loss for a while. They didn't know anything. The emperor covered the wound, waved his hand, and said in a slow tone, "... Lao Qi was controlled by Demon Race's enchantment technique."
"Take him down and lock him in Guantian Palace, and let him calm down."
"No!"
"As the New Year approaches and the people change, if something like this happens, it will inevitably cause Human Heart to float."
"This matter will be handled in secret."
"Yes..."
"Back off."
So the emperor was the only one left in the side hall. He took out the elixir and drank it. The paleness of his face stopped a little. However, the sound of footsteps came again in the empty hall. The expression of the emperor, who was quite proud and calm in front of Seventh Prince before, changed slightly. He knelt down on the ground, turned around, and kowtowed.
"That doesn't have to be the case. You've done a good job."
The voice was calm and calm, but with a hint of indifference. A man wearing ordinary white clothes walked out. He was barefoot, with a wooden hairpin, and his eyes were calm, but he also looked like an emperor. He said lightly, "You acted very well, but unfortunately there are some mistakes. A real emperor will not explain it to others."
The 'emperor' kowtowed and bowed again, confessing his guilt.
The emperor in white clothes said calmly, "However, it's just imprisonment. It seems that you have been too involved in being my substitute over the years. Do you still want to leave him a way out in the end?"
"Do you really think you are his father?"
So the 'emperor' who had been stabbed looked pale, with majestic features, but there was a faint look of pleading.
The man in white said calmly:
"It's just that the temperament of my seventh son is still the same as before."
"Being able to make such a decision can actually satisfy his military ambitions. It is a good thing that he can bear this sword."
"If he didn't stab him with this sword, how could he achieve hegemony and how could he truly be called [leader of the School of Military]?"
"It's only now that this chess piece has been truly made."
He walked to the door of the main hall, looked peacefully into the distance, held a handful of grain in his hand, opened his hand, and birds fell down one by one and pecked in his palm. His eyes were calm. He was obviously wearing white clothes, but it was as if he was wearing armor, and there were thousands of warriors behind him. He said to himself:
"I have no involvement in the affairs of Jinzhou. I just want to see how many people can be caught..."
"The world only knows the military situation."
"Who knows my military strategy?"
"It's just three million people."
"However, your 'defense' just now was so affectionate. How much of your struggle when you faced the highest position of power was an act, and how much of it came from your sincerity?"
When he turned to leave, he said calmly, "You can commit suicide."
The 'Emperor' looked pale, and after kowtowing, he took out a pill, which glowed brightly, and swallowed it in his belly. His face showed a look of pain. In an instant, it burned naturally and turned into flying ashes. He no longer existed. A moment later, the hall was cleaned, the desks were placed, the files were spread out, and there was another emperor, full of energy, as if he had never been injured, sitting there, looking through the files.
Day and night rotate, the bustling Capital City is already dark.
When the last watch of the day was played, the military spy opened his eyes, stood up suddenly, and when he strode out, he saw the two maids still waiting, so he said in a deep voice, "May I ask you two, His Highness has not returned today?"
The plump and graceful one among them replied, "It's not returned. General, this is..."
The secret military agent's expression changed slightly.
As he was about to go out, two maids blocked the way and said, "His Royal Highness asked you to wait."
When the two of them took action, they both showed quite superb methods, and they were vaguely possessed of Daoist energy. It was obvious that these two maids also had extraordinary backgrounds. However, at such a close range, they were captured by the military spy in just a moment. His tone was indifferent and unwavering, and he said, "What His Highness said yesterday was, [wait for him to come back today]."
"His Royal Highness did not return yesterday, so things have changed."
Putting down the arms of the two women, the military spy ran out quickly, following his special sense of the weapons, and found the old man and the young man today. old man was stroking the sword. When he was confused and confused, he felt a movement of his wrist, and the sword roared like a roar in the sheath.
The military spy had arrived, and the sword naturally flew out and fell into his hand.
A Spirit Charm unique to the military strategist fell into the mind of the military secret agent along with the brief instructions left by Seventh Prince.
The secret military agent comforted the old man and the young man, and then asked about what happened today. After listening, he asked the child where the Seventh Prince had gone today. Then there were violent and clear emotional fluctuations on his face, and he simply said, "You follow me."
He directly took the old man and the young man to Fourth Prince's house which was very far away. He went very quickly and knocked on the door. Fourth Prince asked him to come in even before he went to bed. When he saw him, Fourth Prince was still full of energy and his clothes were intact. It was obvious that he was not ready to sleep.
"You are a military spy, what are you doing here?"
The military spy cupped his hands and said, "On the order of His Highness the Seventh, I have come to join His Highness the Fourth."
Fourth Prince's expression did not change, he just took a deep look at the military spy, and then said slowly, "Design? Some people said that Lao Qi suddenly entered the palace today and has not come out yet. It seems that you know something, tell all what happened today."
The spy told the truth and raised the sword containing Seventh Prince Spirit Charm.
Fourth Prince's face had ups and downs of emotions, and he gritted his teeth and said, "He knows what happened in Jinzhou..."
The secret agent replied, "Yes, Your Highness learned today that there is an old father and a young daughter from Jinzhou. Your Highness has made up his mind from them. He is worried that after he takes action, he will retaliate and eliminate these two people. With the power of the emperor, they will die silently with just one look. What your Highness means is that in today's world, only Fourth Prince can take them in."
Fourth Prince said, "What a big hat..."
The secret agent was silent for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "His Royal Highness once said that the prince has great ambitions but few talents."
"Although I have the ambition to flog the world, I still want to help the inner world."
"But it's incompetent."
"It would be foolish to hand over the war to him."
"If anything happens to him, the military will be in the hands of His Highness the Fourth Highness for the time being."
Fourth Prince's pupils shrank slightly, knowing that he had close relationships with many Aristocratic Clan civil servants. If he had a good relationship with Martial General nobles, it would be equivalent to having the support of the minister of civil and military affairs. By that time, although he was not a prince, he already had the air of a prince. This was a great temptation.
Today's saints usually like to weigh things the most.
In order to check and balance himself, Seventh Prince will not die.
Because Seventh Prince is not dead, Leader of the School of Military will naturally be him, and many martial artists will only hope that he will come out alive. Once Seventh Prince, Leader of the School of Military, dies, the military strategists in the world and the cavalry at the border will definitely change. Under the mourning soldiers, they will definitely follow Seventh Prince's final order and serve Fourth Prince.
This is a very dangerous matter and a very hot potato.
But Seventh Prince was also convinced that Fourth Prince would never be able to resist such a temptation.
Wearing a long blouse, Fourth Prince, who has always been known for his simplicity and elegance, was quiet for a long time and said:
"As expected of the leader of the military strategist, everyone in the world has misjudged me as my younger brother."
"It doesn't matter, I will take care of you."
"Let's take the grandfather and grandson down and have a good night's rest first."
The military spies bowed and then retreated.
Fourth Prince Li Hui stroked this priceless sword with his palm, and suddenly laughed at himself, "Lao Qi has a strong and decisive personality, which is different from mine. Sometimes I really envy him. I knew these things three years ago, but I just sized up the situation and knew that I was by no means my father's opponent."
"I told myself that I would find out the truth one day, but now I will hide in secret."
He put the sword on the table and laughed at himself:
"But is this statement true, or is it just deceiving my own conscience, so that I can feel at ease without having to confront my father, and can be at peace with myself as Fourth Prince, who is famous all over the world?"
"Every time I see what my eldest brother has done, I see people in Jinzhou being displaced."
"As long as you tell yourself in your heart that what you are doing is for the overall situation, you can hide your edge for the time being. Only when you saw my brother today did you realize that what I am doing is different from running away?"
"All these years, I have been hiding my edge in order to find out the truth."
"It's better to hide your edge, cultivate your wings, and then find out the truth."
"One is targeted, and the other is just to comfort myself. I can't tell the difference anymore."
He pressed the sword with his palm, closed his eyes and was silent for a long time, muttering to himself, "Lao Qi has a straightforward personality. After knowing this information, after struggling in his heart, he will definitely choose to die together. Within three steps, Leader of the School of Military, he will launch an attack, and there is a certain possibility of success..."
"If he really killed the saint, given his character, he would definitely kill himself."
"Kill the thief for the sake of the world, and then kill yourself for killing your father. The world comes first, then me."
"Like a cavalry charge, there is no retreat from the beginning."
"If he has never been able to kill the saint, then I will be my backup to protect him from being killed secretly."
"With this plan, you can directly drag me into the water."
"The military situation, the sixteen-year-old leader..."
Fourth Prince seemed to be meeting this younger brother who had gone to the border seven years ago for the first time. Looking outside, it was dawn today, the moon was like water, but it was a stable and peaceful day. There were no disturbances caused by the assassination of the emperor, and there were no bursts of drums to wake up the people of the city. Fourth Prince said:
"Now, it seems that Lao Qi has failed after all. He failed to kill the saint, but the saint temporarily imprisoned him because Leader of the School of Military, the border commander, could not move lightly."
Fourth Prince breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he found that a trace of regret arose in his heart.
It's a pity that my brother never killed his father.
It is a pity that the younger brother, who is bound to be a world famous general, did not commit suicide.
I was horrified!
Subconsciously holding the sword, there was a clang of the long sword. Fourth Prince looked at the sky outside with deep eyes. He suddenly thought of the experiences of his father and uncle, and of the blood-soaked history books. His back was covered in cold sweat, staining his clothes, and he did not speak for a long time.
Capital City Three hundred and sixty squares are all very prosperous, and there are people who keep watch.
It's bitter cold in winter, so we meet each other and take a sip of wine to keep out the cold. They say that the sky is dry and things are dry, so be careful about burning candles.
But said--
Another peaceful night!
"Ah... comfortable, comfortable..."
Yue Shiru stretched and yawned as he walked out of this Refining Yang Temple. He felt that although he had slept in that luxurious place for a while and the soft bed was so comfortable, for him, living in this gym was the most comfortable. He immediately washed up and went to see the leader old Daoist.
This gentleman old Daoist is sitting there.
Young Daoist Mingxin coughed, hugged Three Yellow Chicken and sat on one side, also sitting upright.
Yue Shiru smiled bitterly and just saluted, "I've seen Mrs. Martial Uncle Ancestor."
Then he looked at the serious little young Daoist with his chest raised and his head raised, and he just cupped his hands and said:
"Seen Martial Uncle Ancestor."
So young Daoist smiled happily and said, "Okay, okay!"
"Ahem, I mean, ah, Pindao said, Pindao said, my little disciple is so good."
"I'll kill a chicken and make soup for you later."
So Three Yellow Chicken, who was in young Daoist's arms, hesitated, turned his head, stared at young Daoist with big eyes, fluttered his wings, and ran away again. When young Daoist saw the appearance, he jumped up anxiously and rushed over and said, "Ah, you, don't run away, don't eat, don't eat!"
"Come back!"
Yue Shiru looked at his little Martial Uncle Ancestor, feeling extremely helpless.
Having previously expressed their intention to come, a pair of ancestors' pedigrees have finally found their offspring. Although the Refining Yang Temple lineage is small, it is directly passed down from Pure Yang Patriarch. The seniority is ridiculously high, and it is his own. True Person When he comes and sees this young Daoist, he might even have to call him Junior Brother. When he sees this Primordial Prenatal Qi's old Daoist, he might also have to call him Martial Uncle.
Old Daoist smiled and said, "Don't worry about him, he is still childish."
Yue Shiru said, "The innocent heart is really the seed of cultivation."
"Speaking of which, Martial Uncle Ancestor said last night that there is another person in the Scripture Pavilion next to here. Why hasn't he come back today?"
Old Daoist stroked his beard, his expression was extremely calm, and he had the demeanor of a master from outside the world. Even young Daoist, who was chasing Three Yellow Chicken and shouting at him, really had a corrupt temperament, so he had to say, "He was on the list of my Refining Yang Temple. Now that he is away from home, I don't know what his training is."
"I don't know why you are here, Shiru?"
"Ah, my disciples are here under the orders of their ancestors."
Yue Shiru smiled and said, "There is a sword called Chunyang Sword on our Daozong Mountain. The master of my Chunyang Sword is Senior Sister Cui Yuanzhen, who is a born immortal. Among these Refining Yang Temple, in the name of refining Yang, he sharpened the ferocious nature of this fierce sword. But the world seems to be undergoing great changes. The ancestor felt it, so he ordered his disciples to come and get this sword."
"Then we will find the owner of this sword."
"Oh? How do I get the sword?"
"The Patriarch naturally gave Dharma Treasure."
Yue Shiru took out a white jade hook and said with a smile, "This object was originally used by the ancestor to hang this sword. Everything has its own nature, and one thing will bring down another. Although the fierce character of this sword is powerful, it cannot escape this object. I just hold this object and call it, and it will be like the ancestor came here to call me. The sword will come back honestly."
He cupped his hands and said, "Please return the sword."
The sword was hanging downstairs, but there was no response.
Yue Shiru was startled, then bowed again. "Please return the sword!"
The sword only whistled but did not move, as if it was mocking. Yue Shiru frowned slightly, bit his finger and spilled blood to stimulate the treasure's spirituality. Holding the treasure, according to True Person's instructions, the voice of the Patriarch yelled:
"Stubborn, come back!!!"
This sword was so fierce that it screamed endlessly. It flew out from the sheath, its fierceness was not reduced, and it struck down directly. The sword light was fierce, and Yue Shiru's pupils shrank. I never thought that this sword, which had been refined for hundreds of years, could still be so domineering.
I want to avoid it, but I can't. My face is pale, just waiting for death.
But a hand stretched out from the side and flicked his fingers.
The sword immediately paused, roared, and returned to the scabbard.
Extremely honest.
The wind stirred up the dust, and the sound of wind chimes kept ringing under the Daoist temple.
Young Daoist, who finally caught Three Yellow Chicken, fell to the ground, raised his head, and said in surprise, "Ah, Uncle-Master Qi, you're back?!"
Uncle-Master Qi?
Yue Shiru was frightened and turned around, but he just felt a little bit chilly. The hanging Daoist robe was stained with evil spirits. On top of Blue Daoist Robe, Water Cloud Pattern, with a sword box behind him and a wooden hairpin with black hair, his eyes were still calm. He recognized young Daoist. The latter also recognized him. He raised his right hand to salute. His voice was calm, with the red dust behind him and the purity in front of him, saying:
"We meet again."
"Pindao, Qi WuHuo."
The Daoist returns.