My enemies became my companions

Chapter 57: Unbelievably Good
"He wants to investigate the case of the Prime Minister? Who gave him the courage to do so?!"

Inside Prince Jing’s mansion, Prince Jing’s face was as gloomy as water.

Huang Ge Lao looked at his nose with his eyes and at his heart with his nose, and remained unmoved.

Seeing that King Jing was restless, Lord Xu kept talking and trying to persuade him:
"Your Majesty, if he wants to investigate, there must be someone behind the scenes asking him to do so."

King Jing asked back:
"Lord Xu, who do you think is behind his backing? It can't be the Lin Party. Lord Lin wasn't clean back then either. He became the Prime Minister by betraying Prime Minister Zhang... Then who else could it be? Could it be..."

Lord Xu uttered five words,

"It's Her Majesty the Queen Mother."

King Jing's face turned pale and he said in a disoriented manner:

"She's crazy, that woman from the An family is crazy! Where did she put the reputation of the royal family?! No, she doesn't even have a prince, she's not even considered a member of the royal family!"

The late empress passed away in the 19th year of Qingying. The following year, An married into the royal family as the empress. At that time, the late emperor practiced Taoism to achieve immortality, so there were rumors that although An and the late emperor got married, they did not consummate the marriage, and An had no children.

Under normal circumstances, even in the palace, Prince Jing would not utter such outrageous words. After all, it was a matter concerning the reputation of the royal family. However, the case of the Prime Minister involved so many things that he had lost his composure.

Lord Xu kept persuading:
"Your Majesty, when the late emperor was in power, he had promised to keep you safe throughout your life. I'm sure the Queen Mother will also take the reputation of the royal family into consideration. Your words are not a joke."

King Jing paused, then suddenly burst out:
"Lord Xu, the greatest joke is never to joke!"

The whole hall seemed to be shocked when such reckless words came out of the mouth of King Jing. Lord Xu was also a little confused. He did not expect that King Jing, who was usually elegant, would lose his composure like this.

At this time, Huang Ge Lao finally spoke.

"I guess... Lord Xu doesn't know the inside story."

Lord Xu frowned and asked, "What's the inside story?"

Huang Ge Lao glanced at King Jing, who took two breaths and managed to calm down a little, saying:
"Lord Xu is one of us, so you can say whatever you want."

Upon hearing this, Huang Ge Lao said:

"In the 26th year of Qingying, the late empress dowager prayed for the people of Dayu and visited Chunbo Temple, but she died of illness. The late emperor was extremely mournful and wept for three days and observed mourning for three years."

Elder Xu nodded and said:

"I know all this."

"But you don't know why the late Queen Mother went to Chunbo Temple. It turned out that the late Queen Mother had other choices. It was only...at the suggestion of the prince that she went to Chunbo Temple."

As Huang Ge Lao spoke, he observed King Jing's expression.

Hearing this, Lord Xu was shocked and immediately understood why King Jing had lost his composure like that.

The reason why the late Queen Mother died in Chunbo Temple was closely related to King Jing. If we think about it more carefully, isn't King Jing the real murderer who murdered the late Queen Mother? !
"As long as the case of the prime minister is brought up again, Her Majesty the Queen Mother will definitely depose the prince and make him a commoner. The case of the prime minister will not bring disaster to the late emperor or the royal family, but it will bring disaster to the prince who has been deposed and made a commoner!"

Hearing this, the usually steady Lord Xu also became a little flustered and asked:
"Now... has the prince made a decision?"

King Jing swallowed his saliva, his eyes like an eagle, and said:

"We must act as soon as possible. Isn't Captain Chen going to hang his sword and kill the dragon? Let him do it. Act now. If we don't act now, we won't have another chance later."

........................

Boom.

Thunder rolls.

All dragons in the world must live with water. They turn into dragons when they walk on rivers and into dragons when they walk on the sea. They cannot live without water. There is a bridge on the wide waterway in the north of Beijing. The dragon-slaying sword hanging under the bridge has countless cracks and is on the verge of breaking.

A medium-sized wooden boat appeared on the waterway with lights on inside. Only Chen Yi stood on the bow. He had a sword on his waist and a peach wood sword on his back. He looked out at the waterway in the rain. In recent days, the water level had risen by several feet and even flooded the shore.

Chen Yi took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. The rain after the beginning of winter was extremely cold, almost bone-chilling. The water was surging between thunders. Looking down, there was no trace of fish in the water.

The water level calmed down a bit, but it was just the calm before the storm.

Taking advantage of this quiet interval, a few small boats floated in from afar on the originally wide and deserted river.
Chen Yixu pressed the hilt of his knife and counted the boats on the river. There were three in total. Judging from their aura, they were all fifth-grade masters, and there was no fourth-grade master. Could it be that the Prince Jing's Mansion couldn't afford a fourth-grade master? Or... were they hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to strike?

Chen Yi just smiled.

As the small boat approached the wooden boat, the river became more and more turbulent. The Dragon-Slaying Sword under the bridge danced in the wind, and it seemed that it was about to fall, and the evil dragon was about to escape from the water.

It is the descendant of the Sāgara Dragon King, the guardian of the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara. There seemed to be bursts of Sanskrit sounds in the water. No wonder Master Fei Yuan was at a loss. It turned out that the evil dragon was protected by Buddhism and resisted the suppression of Taoism.

Amid the sound of Thunder God beating drums, the first of the three small boats arrived in front of the wooden boat, and Huang Liuqing jumped onto the deck with a knife in hand.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Chen Yidao.

"That last move really opened my eyes."

Huang Liuqing jokingly talked about the fight in the alley last time.

"It's just that this time, your best move can't be used. Now you are alone in a boat. If you want to abandon the sheath and escape, are you going to imitate Bodhidharma and cross the river with a reed?"

"Once you use that trick once, it's no longer a trump card."

Chen Yi shook his head and said,
“I learned better.”

Huang Liuqing became more solemn after hearing this, and then pointed at the two boats approaching slowly from a distance and said, "People in the martial arts world should abide by martial ethics.

Now is your last stand, and they won't come up until I kill you or you kill me."

"really?"

There was a hint of admiration in Chen Yi's tone.

"If they come up, I will draw my sword and kill them immediately."

As Huang Liuqing spoke, he drew out the long and heavy ring-handled sword.

Chen Yi didn't say anything more. He immediately drew his sword, bent his arm and swung it.

After he had loosened up his muscles and bones, Huang Liuqing suddenly attacked him.

The knife smashed down with great force, and the black blade looked like the turbid black tide of the Yellow River under the gloomy sky.

Chen Yi slashed at the black tide with his sword, instantly breaking the surging sword energy. His arm felt slightly numb, and then he twisted sideways due to the recoil and slashed at Huang Liuqing's head with his sword.

Huang Liuqing looked at the fierce knife and took a step back instantly, but the knife still cut his forehead and blood gushed out in the rain.

He raised his hand and touched the wound on his forehead, muttering, "What a good swordsmanship. It's only been a dozen days, but you've reached a higher level."

Chen Yi said calmly: "You didn't use your full strength just now, but wanted to test me first, so I used your strength to counterattack you."

When Huang Liuqing slashed at him just now, he silently recited the Shangqing Heart Method, and with half a second of reaction time, he was unable to make the judgment to use the force to counter-attack.

Huang Liuqing's pupils shrank slightly when he heard this.

"Indeed."

"Come again."

As Chen Yi's voice fell, Huang Liuqing rushed forward again. The black ring-handled sword seemed extremely sharp under the night sky, and he slashed vertically with a clanging sound.

Perhaps it was because of his youthful vigor, he exerted force instantly, which was completely different from his master You Xu who exerted force slowly at first and then quickly. The moment Chen Yi saw his wrist twist, the blade was already in front of him.

Chen Yi slashed vertically towards his blade, but did not collide with the blade head-on. Instead, he slashed almost along the ring-handled sword, towards the guard of the sword. The Embroidered Spring Sword was shorter than the ring-handled sword, and therefore could cut his wrist before the ring-handled sword could cut him!
Huang Liuqing realized something was wrong, so he suddenly retracted his strength and leaned back. Chen Yi's sword failed to hit the guard of his sword, so he slapped the sword with his backhand, turned it around, and then leaned forward to make a horizontal slash.

Huang Liuqing suddenly contracted his abdomen, his clothes were torn to pieces, and a hideous bloody mark appeared on his abdomen. If it was an inch deeper, his intestines would have burst out of his stomach. He grinned grimly, and suddenly pushed away Chen Yixiu's spring knife, and then attacked with another knife.

But this knife was a little slow, Chen Yi took a step back, and he only cut the rain curtain, and countless water droplets in the air were split in two.

Huang Liuqing looked at Chen Yi, not many thoughts flashing through his eyes. You Xu once scolded him for not practicing body skills, but he said that all he needed was a sword. All he needed was a sword. Relying on his sword and his talent that was far superior to You Xu's, he was as rampant in the capital as Hua Guansuo.

At some point, the river became more turbulent than before.

The river was surging and the dragon was about to escape. He suddenly felt an invisible pressure.

A good swimmer... drowns in water.

The man with his back to the river held a knife in his hand.

"Come again! Try your best!"

Huang Liuqing shouted.

After saying this, he raised the ring-handled sword high, his aura surged violently, and his clothes fluttered as if in the wind.

Huang Liuqing stepped his feet onto the deck, his momentum suddenly increased, his strength grew steadily, his face was solemn, and he fell into a state of selflessness. His body relaxed, the rain hit his face, and all his true energy almost flowed upstream, impacting one acupoint after another.

All the strength seemed to be concentrated on this one knife.

Yes, that's the knife.

On the day he set out on his journey, he defeated nearly thirty martial artists in a row, all thanks to this one sword.

Huang Liuqing vaguely realized that as long as he chopped down with this sword, as long as this sword split Chen Yi and the surging river behind him in two, he would be able to... realize something better!
That thing was so good, so good that it was unimaginable! It was as if he had been born for this knife for the past thirty years. He groped and deduced in his mind, drawing the knife again and again, slashing it down again and again, trying to split the river and the person in front of him in two again and again.

Suddenly, Huang Liuqing caught a glimpse of enlightenment. He took a step forward and was about to chop down. The knife flashed in the dim night. He saw a pale line suddenly appear in the sky and earth in front of him. The heavy rain curtain stopped and the crosswind whistled in different directions.

The sword force was as powerful as Thundergod beating his drum. For a moment, he mistakenly thought that the sword was swung by himself. Only after he heard the whine of the blade breaking did he feel his body being separated. He saw that the sword had cut a hole in himself and the darkness behind him!
This knife...

This is the knife...

Blood gushed out and Huang Liuqing's thoughts flashed through his mind. Before he died, his eyes widened and he suddenly understood.

It turns out that what I want to understand... is this knife!

Excellent…

It’s really... too good to be true!
.........

After Huang Liuqing died, Chen Yi drew his sword to shake off the blood, then turned to face the two slowly approaching boats.

The river is still turbulent.

But the man who had fought a desperate battle was no longer the same as before.

(End of this chapter)