(I mixed up the colors of Jing Jiu's and Tong Yan's chess pieces. The manuscript has been changed. I didn't want to wash out the contents of this chapter, so I left it there. I bow to everyone.)
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Duke Mo understood Jing Jiu's meaning and said, "Our paths are different."
The path was right in front of him, but he couldn't take that step in the end. That was because he cared about the world. This was a sacrifice he was willing to make.
Jing Jiu didn't object to this, but he felt a bit regretful.
But for Duke Mo, the fact that Jing Jiu could see that he was only one step away from the path of heaven meant that there was a problem. It was the problem that he had been worried about all this time.
This famous idiot emperor was definitely not an idiot.
"When Shaoqiu told me about Your Majesty, I felt that he was being vague. Now that I think about it, he already knew that Your Majesty was a true genius."
Duke Mo looked at Jing Jiu and sighed. "But for the sake of the people, I must ask Your Majesty to die today."
The world is important, the country is light, and the emperor is even lighter, so you can die.
These words seemed indifferent, but they were like thunder. They were words that were qualified to be written in the history books.
Jing Jiu didn't react, as if he hadn't heard it.
Liu Shisui was the same.
Tong Yan suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Everything was going according to his plan.
Even if Grand Secretary Zhang didn't want to become emperor, he still needed time and energy to quell the frenzy within the bureaucracy. Moreover, Cangzhou had prepared many things for the Imperial court to do. With Duke Mo in the palace, Jing Jiu had no chance of survival. How could he still be so calm?
Tong Yan's gaze fell on the chessboard. He suddenly saw the meaning of life and death. His right hand unconsciously tightened around the armrest of his wheelchair.
He suddenly raised his head and stared at Jing Jiu. "This is impossible!"
Jing Jiu said, "Nothing is impossible."
Tong Yan was silent for a while, then said, "Since you wanted to kill me from the beginning, I think Zhuo Rusui should have arrived by now."
Jing Jiu said, "Yes, I don't know where he is either."
Tong Yan said, "The fact that Zhuo Rusui is willing to listen to your arrangements means that he hasn't forgotten about the past. He hasn't either. Aoyama Sect is truly amazing."
He had vaguely guessed the identity of the guard of the No-Mercy Sect, but he didn't have any proof.
"Forgetting is not because of the mortal world, but the power of time."
Jing Jiu said, "If you can't transcend time, you will forever be the slave of time. The disciples of Aoyama can't be slaves."
Hearing this, Duke Mo looked pensive and said, "The so-called wishes are also shackles. They should be taken off like clothes."
Jing Jiu said, "That's true."
Looking at the pavilion, Duke Mo found that he couldn't figure out the cultivation level of this young emperor. He suddenly said, "If so, why do you insist on it? Maybe we can have a better ending today. "
No sooner had he finished saying this than Jing Jiu disappeared from the original spot along with the cold wind. In the next moment, he arrived in the pavilion, his hands landing on the wheelchair of Tong Yan.
Seeing this, Liu Shisui's expression changed slightly, and he put down the umbrella in his hands slowly.
Jing Jiu's Cultivation state was too high. If Jing Jiu had attacked the Emperor earlier, Jing Jiu wouldn't have been able to stop him.
Duke Mo pushed Tong Yan's wheelchair toward the gate of the palace.
The wheels of the wheelchair gave off a squeaky sound as they rolled over the accumulated snow, which was not unpleasant to hear.
"You people can give up on killing me, but I won't."
Jing Jiu's calm voice rang out in the pavilion.
Duke Mo halted his steps.
Tong Yan arched her eyebrows and said, "The Grand Scholar won't let you kill me. He is someone who wants to leave his name in the history books, so he will care about how this day is recorded in the history books."
"I don't care about it," said Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu didn't care about what was recorded in the history books, what the Grand Scholar thought, or anything else.
A few thudding noises suddenly burst out outside the palace gate, along with the sounds of fighting.
The eunuchs who had been placed in the Royal Palace by Cangzhou for more than ten years were lying on the ground stained with red snow.
Along with the rapid footsteps, a great many guards and royal guards surrounded the grand hall, and then someone knocked on the door.
"Your Majesty, the situation outside the palace has been pacified. Please calm down. Please allow me to persuade Duke Mo to leave!"
The old and anxious voice of Grand Secretary Zhang came in from outside the palace gate.
Duke Mo turned his head around and looked at Jing Jiu in the pavilion.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything.
Grand Secretary Zhang yelled again outside the palace gate, "Your Majesty, please reconsider! Duke Mo, please reconsider! "
Looking at the palace gate not far away, Duke Mo said, "He won't let you kill me, and you can't kill me either. If I die, Jing Of Silla will lead the army to the Qin Kingdom, and the resources and strength I have prepared here for twenty years will all be handed over to Bai Qianjun. By then, nobody in the world will be able to stop him, and you will have no choice but to admit defeat. "
"Like I said, I don't care," said Jing Jiu.
Tong Yan said, "Even if you win the chess game and kill me, what's the use? Won't I win the chess game in the end? "
"You underestimate your own importance," said Jing Jiu. "The final outcome of this Dao Competition will be decided by you and me, right under the pavilion, not in the world."
After a long moment of silence, Tong Yan said, "Even I feel proud to be evaluated in such a way by you; but I don't understand why you value me so much."
"You understand. Even if you didn't understand it before, you should understand it now. Otherwise, why would you give up such a good opportunity and hint to Duke Mo to take you away? "
"… And this is why I have to kill you," said Jing Jiu.
Tong Yan was silent.
Yes, it was his idea to make Duke Mo give up the idea of killing the Emperor, because he had guessed something shocking, and he had to tell his Younger Sister about it.
Otherwise, this Dao Competition might have an unimaginable ending.
Unfortunately, he gave up the opportunity to kill Jing Jiu so decisively, but Jing Jiu didn't want him to leave.
Looking at the palace gate not far away, Tong Yan raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure you can kill me?"
Jing Jiu was in the pavilion, Liu Shisui was by the pavilion, and Zhuo Rusui was nowhere to be found.
Sitting in the wheelchair pushed by Duke Mo, Jing Jiu was only a few steps away from the palace gate, and he could leave at any time.
Duke Mo was the strongest swordsman in this world. No matter how talented the disciples of Aoyama were, they couldn't be his match, even if they had been cultivating since they were born in their mothers' wombs for no more than twenty years.
Tong Yan thought to himself, "Even if you can kill me, you will die for sure."
Yes, this was the final outcome.
The snowfall had stopped a while ago. The cold wind whistled, blowing away the leaden clouds. The beautiful and cold sunlight shone on the Royal Palace.
The sounds of fighting and chaos could be vaguely heard outside the Royal Palace.
The anxious voice of the Grand Scholar could be heard outside the palace gate, but it seemed to come from a distant place.
It was quiet around the pavilion.
It was deathly quiet in the real world as well.
The Cultivation practitioners outside the Huiyin Valley looked at the scene in the sky nervously, waiting for the first face-to-face confrontation between the Aoyama Sect and the Zhongzhou School in the Dao Competition.
"I'm leaving," said Tong Yan.
His voice was calm, and his tone was steady, like a guest bidding farewell to his host.
"Kill him," said Jing Jiu.
The shadow outside the palace gate changed slightly, and a person leapt out from it, slashing at Tong Yan on the wheelchair with a formidable and lethal intent.
The remaining snow was the white cloth he wore on his face, and the shadow was his body.
It turned out that Zhuo Rusui had been waiting here the entire time.
From the very beginning, Jing Jiu had no intention of letting Tong Yan leave here alive.
Tong Yan took out a gun from his sleeve with an indifferent expression on his face, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. Meanwhile, he crushed a talisman treasure with his left hand.
He had been watching the palace gate for a long time, and had prepared for it for a long time.
It seemed that Duke Mo had full confidence in the weak Crown Prince Jing. He didn't heed Zhuo Rusui, and disappeared from behind the wheelchair.
As he reappeared, he was already in the pavilion.
Along with a dragon cry, the famous sword was unsheathed.
The cold sword turned into a beam of light and pierced forward.
Jing Jiu didn't move.
He didn't know when Liu Shisui had appeared in front of him.
The cold sword pierced through his chest, and only half of it was left outside.
Liu Shisui didn't give Duke Mo a chance to pull out his sword. His hands fell down like iron, holding the sword tightly.
What he used was not the Lock of Autumn, but the Inherited Heaven Swordsmanship.
Blood seeped out from between his palms and the blade.
He knew that he was no match for Duke Mo, so he didn't want to fight. He just wanted to stop his opponent's sword for a moment.
Both of them had chosen the same strategy, which was to use their weakest member to lock the strongest member of their opponent.
It all depended on how long Tong Yan could withstand Zhuo Rusui's crazy attacks, and whether Liu Shisui could lock Duke Mo's sword.
Duke Mo felt a strange power coming from the young guard's hands, as if it had become a real scabbard. He raised his eyebrows slightly.
If he couldn't pull out his sword, then he would move forward.
Duke Mo let out a clear whistle and stepped forward. The cold sword sank into Liu Shisui's body and came out through his back, heading straight for Jing Jiu under the pavilion.
Liu Shisui was bleeding profusely, and he kept retreating.
There was a light crack.
The cold sword pierced into the pavilion pillar.
Jing Jiu wasn't there.
With a crack, the pavilion collapsed.
Duke Mo looked back in surprise.
Outside the palace, the roar had not stopped, and the pungent smell of burnt flesh was spreading. In the blurry smoke, blood could be seen splattering like a waterfall.
The combination of the gun and the talisman could produce a great power.
Tong Yan was born with a weak body and couldn't go far on the road of cultivation. So she made a lot of preparations in this area. She managed to break one of Zhuo Rusui's arms with one blow. This still couldn't stop Zhuo Rusui from killing him, but at least it bought him some time. As long as Duke Mo could kill Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui, he could turn around and help him out.
Unfortunately, there was no chance.
There was a delicate palm print on the back of the wheelchair.
The palm print penetrated the steel material and directly imprinted on Tong Yan's back.
Blood splattered like a waterfall, not only from Zhuo Rusui's broken arm, but also from Tong Yan's lips.
This was, of course, Jing Jiu's attack. The question was, how did he get there from the pavilion?
What was even more puzzling was, where did he go?
Duke Mo suddenly felt a little cold, and then very cold, as if countless cold winds were curling around his body and mind.
He looked at his body and found that there were hundreds of tiny holes on his body, and blood was seeping out.
These bloody holes were very small. Even a grain of snow couldn't get in, but the cold wind could.
His flesh and blood gradually filled up the small holes, but the damage could no longer be healed. His zhenqi scattered into heaven and earth like silk, and so did his vitality.
Duke Mo looked at the gradually disappearing bloody holes, and was puzzled. The Emperor's state was indeed extraordinary, but not higher than his …
The cold wind rose again. Jing Jiu reappeared in the snow, his face pale.
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