In the courtyard, Jiang Changsheng and Jiang Ziyu sat opposite each other. Wang Chen poured tea for them. The others were resting in the courtyard and did not disturb the conversation between the master and disciple.
Jiang Ziyu was still a little nervous facing Jiang Changsheng alone. On his way here, he also heard about the unprecedented battle between Jiang Changsheng and the divine monk Juexin.
After so many years of fighting, he knew very well how powerful martial artists at a higher level were. A master martial artist was enough to resist thousands of troops, so how much stronger must a god-like martial artist be?
Jiang Changsheng drank a cup of tea and asked, "Zi Yu, what are your plans next?"
Jiang Ziyu said: "Let's rest for a while. The soldiers are tired after years of fighting."
"I'm asking about your pursuit."
"Win over the civil and military officials and accumulate strength. The fight between me and the crown prince is inevitable."
Jiang Ziyu frowned, he was a little confused, why was his master so concerned about his fight for the throne?
Thinking about Jiang Yu's experience again, he felt that Jiang Changsheng's support for him was a bit too much. Just because he was his master, he wanted to help him ascend the throne?
What's the point?
Jiang Changsheng said: "If you want to ascend the throne, I will do my best to help you, just ask."
Jiang Ziyu nodded and said, "Thank you, Master. I would like to stop for the time being."
Having said this, Jiang Changsheng did not say anything more. After all, Jiang Ziyu was still young and he had a lot of life ahead of him, so there was no need to rush.
Jiang Ziyu began to talk about the border and the scenery of the Jin Dynasty. Jiang Changsheng listened with great interest. He was about to turn fifty years old, but he had never been to a second city other than the capital. Listening to Jiang Ziyu talking about those magnificent scenery, he also felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart.
One day, I must go and see this world.
Before leaving, Jiang Changsheng gave Jiang Ziyu three talismans and asked him to carry them with him.
…
Less than half a month after the King of Wei returned, the Crown Prince also returned. The capital city became panic-stricken and the merchants, people from the underworld, and common people in the inn did not dare to discuss it openly.
Jiang Changsheng noticed Ye Jue's aura, which was very strong, but not as strong as that of the monk Juexin.
He had heard from Jiang Ziyu and others that the prince was able to turn the tide of the battle, and Ye Jue should be credited with the greatest contribution. It was said that Ye Jue had a group of masters under his command, the weakest of whom had reached the spiritual consciousness realm. They were like a nightmare on the battlefield, and frightened the enemy.
Ye Jue stayed in the Prince's Mansion and did not sneak into Longqi Temple. He was very well behaved.
Jiang Changsheng had no intention of dealing with him, so he waited for the Mahayana Dragon Tower to attack together.
It was noon that day.
The Imperial Palace, inside the Imperial Study.
"Father, do you want to go back on your word?" Crown Prince Jiang Zihan asked in a deep voice.
Jiang Yu was holding a memorial in his hand. He said nonchalantly, "I am still young and strong. Although I have appointed you as the crown prince, I cannot let you live in the Eastern Palace. You have grown up now. You should understand things and be a good crown prince. When I am no longer able to do so, I will give up my throne to you sooner or later."
Jiang Zihan laughed angrily. He had moved into the East Palace before going to the war, but when he came back he was driven back to the Prince's Mansion. How could he accept this?
He gritted his teeth and said, "Father, I have done a great deed by defeating the ancient Khan!"
Jiang Yu said nonchalantly: "But you are slower than Zi Yu, aren't you?"
Jiang Zihan was silent.
Jiang Yu put down the memorial, pinched his brows, and said, "I'm tired, you can go down."
Jiang Zihan took a deep breath, bowed, and when he turned around, his face became ferocious.
He understood that Jiang Yu's heart was already leaning towards Jiang Ziyu. No matter what the reason was, it was extremely disadvantageous to him.
He and Jiang Ziyu had been at odds since childhood, and now Jiang Ziyu was competing with him for the throne. The anger in his heart turned into overwhelming hatred.
"In that case, let's fight it out!"
…
In the seventh year of Zhenyu, Jiang Changsheng turned fifty years old, the Jing Dynasty completely ceased war, all industries revived, and the people of the thirteen states were busy and happy with the harvest.
Nowadays, both the King of Wei and the Crown Prince can attend court, and scenes of open and covert fighting between the two factions often occur in the court, while the emperor sits high on the dragon throne, with an attitude of indifference.
The emperor was completely unconcerned about people's livelihood and handed over all power to the prime ministers of the three provinces. Among the prime ministers of the three provinces were people who were close to the crown prince and the King of Wei, which resulted in many decisions being made very slowly.
Inside the Prince’s Palace.
Jiang Zihan kicked a maid to the ground, then kicked her a few more times to vent his anger until she fainted. Then he stopped and the servants quickly dragged the maid away.
"You are bullying me too much! You are bullying me too much!"
Jiang Zihan put his hands on his hips, his chest heaving, his eyes full of anger, which made the servants silent.
Ye Jue walked into the lobby and waved his hand for the servants to leave.
When there were only two of them left in the hall, Jiang Zihan turned to look at Ye Jue and asked impatiently: "When will Dacheng Longlou come? If not, Jiang Ziyu will take away my position as the crown prince. Then, forget about restoring Chu!"
Ye Jue smiled and said, "It will be soon. The host has come out of retreat and is preparing."
Jiang Zihan was delighted when he heard this and asked, "But should we mobilize everyone? The King of Wei's master can easily defeat even gods."
Ye Jue said: "Of course, what do you think the Mahayana Dragon Tower is preparing for? There will be more than one master like the Juexin Divine Monk. This time, Longqi Temple will be destroyed, King Wei will die, and the emperor will give up his throne to you!"
Jiang Zihan was immediately excited, clapped his hands and cheered loudly.
Ye Jue looked at him like this and sighed in his heart.
What a pile of mud.
But there was no way, Mahayana Dragon Tower had no choice. Prince Wei followed the Immortal Master Changsheng to learn martial arts, and the other princes had not inherited the true dragon spirit.
Ye Jue secretly decided that when Jiang Zihan ascended the throne, he would select a talented child from among his descendants, and not only teach him martial arts, but also cultivate other abilities.
Although he supported Jiang Zihan, he had already anticipated that Jiang Zihan would be a tyrant if he came to power.
Jiang Zihan suddenly thought of something and frowned, "My father's power has been increasing. With the Heavenly Prison, I am worried that he will become a god sooner or later. Then it will be difficult to make him abdicate."
Ye Jue smiled and said, "How about absorbing his power?"
Jiang Zihan's face changed drastically, and he said, "This is not good. Although he treated me badly, he is still my father after all..."
Ye Jue said calmly, "Back then, the late emperor's true energy was sucked by him, and it was forcible. The late emperor had no choice but to pretend that he was the current emperor. If he can do that, why can't you? Besides, he won't die after absorbing his true energy, but will become an ordinary person, unable to do anything, so he can give up the throne earlier. When you ascend the throne, just make sure he enjoys the happiness of being the retired emperor."
Jiang Zihan's expression changed from gloomy to bright and his eyes flickered.
He was moved.
He didn't want to quarrel with the ministers of King Wei every day. He didn't want to hear others say that he was an illegitimate child and shouldn't be the crown prince. He didn't want to hear others think that he was not as good as King Wei.
Ye Jue took a step forward and whispered, "After absorbing the emperor's power, you may be able to reach the realm of a god. There has never been a god-like emperor since ancient times. You will create a foundation for eternity. As long as your achievements are great enough, the world will forget your methods, and you can prevent this matter from being known to history."
"Emperor Gaozu of Chu killed his master and seized power to gain the kingdom, but how many people still miss the Chu Dynasty now?"
Jiang Zihan took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then you have to help me. I am no match for my father!"
Ye Jue smiled and said, "Of course there is no problem. From childhood to adulthood, your father has never been my opponent. Subduing him will be easy."
…
On a summer night, Jiang Changsheng was meditating under a tree, with a white dragon coiled around him, its huge snake head resting on his thigh, sleeping quietly. Bai Qi was lying not far away, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.
Jiang Changsheng suddenly opened his eyes.
Bai Qi also opened his eyes and they looked in the same direction.
Palace!
Jiang Changsheng was a little surprised. He felt that Ye Jue and Jiang Yu were fighting. What was going on?
Why are they fighting among themselves?
Jiang Changsheng's soul immediately left his body and went to watch the show.
His soul quickly passed through the night sky and he came to the imperial study in the palace. Ye Jue and Jiang Yu were fighting fiercely. Figures were standing on the eaves in all directions. They each cast a spell, and their true energy turned into a curtain, connecting the beginning and the end, which blocked out the sound and prevented the true energy from raging inside.
Is this a formation?
Jiang Changsheng found it interesting.
Martial arts actually have formations. It seems that the development of martial arts has exceeded his imagination and is not just a simple incremental improvement.
Jiang Yu was obviously no match for Ye Jue. He was completely suppressed and the true dragon energy in his body dissipated from time to time.
Jiang Changsheng could tell at a glance that Jiang Yu was poisoned. The already disordered true qi in his body wreaked havoc on his meridians, making him extremely uncomfortable.
The formation blocked the sound, but it could not block Jiang Changsheng's hearing.
"Brother, don't hold on, or you will die. We are only trying to take your power."
Ye Jue laughed contemptuously. His palms were as fast as the wind and fell on Jiang Yu like a violent storm. Jiang Yu's dragon crown fell off and his hair was disheveled. He looked extremely embarrassed.
Jiang Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, but he still steadied himself and continued fighting.
Ye Jue suddenly displayed a strange footwork, leaving afterimages one after another, as if he had turned into dozens of clones to surround Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu was beaten like a sandbag, shaking violently and spurting blood continuously.
Ye Jue then appeared on Jiang Yu, grabbed his shoulder with his left hand, and made a claw with his right hand to hold Jiang Yu's crown.
"Prince, come quickly!"
Ye Jue restrained Jiang Yu and shouted in a deep voice.
Jiang Zihan ran over immediately, stopped in front of Jiang Yu, raised his hand and patted Jiang Yu on the forehead, and began to absorb his power.
Jiang Yu raised his eyes, which were full of bloodshot. He gritted his teeth and said, "Rebellious son... do you know what you are doing?"
Jiang Zihan looked crazy and said fiercely, "Father, I can't wait any longer. Please give up your throne to me as soon as possible. I will let you die peacefully. Don't blame me. Didn't you do the same to Grandpa Emperor in the past?"
The surging true energy surged out of Jiang Yu's body and penetrated into Jiang Zihan's body. Jiang Zihan trembled all over and gritted his teeth to endure this huge power.
Jiang Yu's eyes changed from anger and disbelief to sadness.
Jiang Zihan's last words hurt him deeply.
He couldn't help but wonder what his father was thinking when he was in the same situation as him.
Until his father was dying, he never really cared about him or had a real chat with him.
At this moment, Jiang Yu felt relieved.
After being emperor for so many years, he actually realized that he was not cut out to be an emperor.
But when he thought about Jiang Zihan's plan to restore the Chu State after he came to power, and how future generations would laugh at the Jiang family, he felt very uncomfortable. Unfortunately, it was too late. He had been a pawn all his life and never knew what he really wanted.
Jiang Changsheng looked down at this scene of loving father and filial son, and did not take any action, just watching them fight each other.
time flies.
About three minutes passed.
A shout came: "Jiang Zihan, you are so bold!"
The voice was full of anger, and it was Jiang Ziyu. Jiang Ziyu jumped down from the roof with Zong Tianwu, Xu Tianji, and the Four Sages.
Ye Jue withdrew his hand, and Jiang Yu knelt in front of Jiang Zihan.
"Prince, keep sucking. I will hold them off!"
Ye Jue threw down these words and leaped out of the formation. Facing the four attacking people, he clapped his palms, and the surging true energy turned into a dragon, roaring and killing Jiang Ziyu and the other three. The dragon's roar resounded through the night sky and could be heard throughout the city.
Jiang Ziyu and the other three waved their palms together, but were still blown away by the dragon-shaped true qi. Several palaces along the way were reduced to ruins and dust rose into the sky.
Zong Tianwu landed on the eaves, steadied himself, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, this man is very strong. The four of us are definitely not his match."
Ye Jue laughed contemptuously and said, "That's right, although we are both in the God's state of mind, my martial arts background is not comparable to yours."
He looked at Jiang Ziyu and said, "King of Wei, your father has never looked down on you. He even hates you. He hates your mother. Your mother could have survived, but he deliberately let her illness go unchecked until she died. His purpose was to support the Crown Prince's mother."
"Do you understand? It was your father who killed your mother. When you were born, your father didn't even go to see you. Instead, he asked my two men to guard you."
Hearing this, Jiang Ziyu's face turned extremely ugly.
Jiang Changsheng raised his eyebrows. It seemed that it was Jiang Yu who poisoned the princess. Even a tiger would not eat its own cubs. This guy was really vicious. If Jiang Changsheng had not chosen Ping An, Ping An would have died young and would have gone to hell with his mother.
Ye Jue followed with a smile and said, "For the sake of Immortal Master Changsheng, King Wei, please go back."
The implication is that if King Wei did not have the support of the Immortal Master Changsheng, Ye Jue would kill them tonight!