I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 170 A Good Choice for Everyone
Zhenxi Marquis Mansion, inner courtyard.

When Chu Zhao opened the door and came out, he saw three people with the surname Baili standing anxiously at the door.

Among them, Baili Dongjun was holding a bowl of medicine that was steaming, and it was obvious that it had just been boiled not long ago.

"Send it to your mother. Now we are leaving."

"Wait a moment."

Baili Luochen bowed deeply: "Master, you are so kind. The Baili family has no way to repay you. I..."

Chu Zhao interrupted, "Since there is no way to repay you, then forget it. Besides, I treated Wen Luoyu because her last name is Wen, and she has nothing to do with your Baili family."

As he spoke, Chu Zhao looked at Baili Chengfeng and warned him, "Don't have sex within a month, and it's best not to have sex for the next three months. Although you can get pregnant during this period, the baby will be weaker."

"Thank you, Mr. Chu." Baili Chengfeng also bowed deeply, his tone full of respect, because if it were him, no matter what the reason, he would never treat the wife of his enemy.

"If you really want to thank me, don't go against me."

Chu Zhao smiled faintly, then said sadly: "To be honest, I have complicated feelings towards you two. On the one hand, I hope you will go against me, so that I can kill you without hesitation for revenge; on the other hand, I hope you can join me, so that a large part of the casualties can be reduced."

Baili Luochen sighed and said, "My lord, you have done me a great favor. My Baili family should repay you. But I, Baili Luochen, will never betray Beili. However, I will keep my word. My Baili family will never send a single soldier against you."

"I hope so." Chu Zhao chuckled, and in a flash, he left the Zhenxi Marquis Mansion.

Baili Chengfeng looked at the direction Chu Zhao left, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

——Is my father's decision really right? If he were a king with such a broad mind, it would be a blessing for all people, right? Being a minister under him would also be very reassuring, right?

At this moment, Baili Chengfeng himself did not realize that his mind had begun to change.

Baili Dongjun followed his mother and uncle out and asked, "Grandpa, where is Chu Zhaoren?"

"gone."

"Why did you let him go? I haven't thanked him for curing my mother yet."

Seeing his son complaining, Wen Luoyu immediately scolded him with a stern face: "How can you talk to your grandfather like that? It's rude!"

After taking a sip of wine from the warm pot, he took the opportunity to continue the conversation, "Old Master, you have indulged Young Master Baili for so many years, just to let him live an ordinary life. You feel that you are too old to protect this family. After all, princes of different surnames have always been the most feared. Am I right?"

Baili Luochen nodded, gestured to warm the pot of wine and continued speaking.

Seeing this, Baili Chengfeng turned his head slightly to look at his father, and said unhappily: "Father, do you think I can't protect you?"

"I have seen many children of noble families in these years of wandering around the world, but I have never seen anyone who can compare to my brother-in-law. However, to be a marquis, one must be like the old marquis who has killed thousands of enemies on the battlefield. Brother-in-law, you have talent, but you lack military merits, and the Beili court is unwilling to give you military merits. If the late emperor were still alive, it would be fine if he trusted the old marquis, but it is impossible for the current Zhenxi Marquis Mansion to gain trust."

Wen Hujiu sighed, "To be frank, brother-in-law, don't be angry. You, the son of Zhenxi Marquis, can't control the arrogant soldiers and brave generals under the Zhenxi Marquis's mansion, because they obey the old marquis, not you."

Baili Luochen's eyes flashed with surprise, and he exclaimed: "I didn't expect that you, who are far away in the martial arts world, can see the affairs of the court so clearly. The Wen family has a successor."

Wen Hujiu smiled modestly: "In the court and in the underworld, there are intrigues everywhere, it's almost the same."

Baili Luochen smiled and suddenly asked, "Does your Wen family think so highly of him?"

"At first, only my father and the elders in my family were optimistic about him. Now... the whole Wen family is optimistic about him. Those kids who are studying in Yuelu City admire him very much. The strength of Yuelu City is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface. He has more than just one Yuelu City in his hands. What the world sees is what he wants you to see. The real core of Yuelu City is only known by a very small number of people."

"My dear nephew is one of those very few people."

Wen Hujiu shook his head: "My Lord, you don't have to test me. I really don't know. But we have someone from the Wen family working in the core. It is said that it is something that can change the form of war. In the words of my Wen family, Western Chu can annex the world. I believe him and I know how powerful Chu Zhao is. So it is only a matter of time before Beili is defeated. Chu Zhao is a broad-minded person. It is actually a good choice for the Baili family to join him. At least it is better than you following Beili."

"My Baili family will never abandon Beili!"

Wenhujiu shook his head and continued with Baili Luochen's words: "And then like General Ye Yu, he was framed and his entire family was executed?"

"If the king wants me to die, I have to die. Even if that day comes, I will not regret it!"

It can be seen that Baili Luochen's attitude is very firm.

But no matter how determined I am, my mood is inevitably complicated.

I wanted to find someone to talk to, but found that there seemed to be no suitable person around me.

So, early the next morning, an old man appeared outside the courtyard hidden deep in Qiandong City.

When wearing military armor, he was still the first-rank noble who was feared by the north, with a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle.

But in his robe, he looked like just an ordinary old man.

Baili Luochen has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and there are too many people who want to kill him for revenge. Usually, he has many invisible guards lurking around him, but today he did not bring any guards with him.

Just as he was about to step forward, a melodious piano sound suddenly came from the yard.

The sound of the piano is clear and bright, like a mountain spring flowing slowly and gurgling. It sounds very gentle and comfortable, as elegant as a mountain stream, but it also carries a determination that we never need to meet again in this life.

Baili Luochen paused, looked at the peach blossoms dancing in the yard with the sound of the piano, reached out to catch a petal that fell, sighed softly, and did not move forward, listening to the piano music quietly.

It was just one song. Baili Luochen watched the peach blossoms in his hand turn into powder and dissipate in his palm. He then raised his hand to wipe away the slight moisture from the corners of his eyes, slowly turned around, and walked towards the direction of the Marquis' Mansion.

The old man, who had originally been tall and straight, seemed to have suddenly become hunched over.

As soon as I returned to the Mansion of Marquis Zhenxi, a man in a black robe came to greet me.

"Master Hou."

Baili Luo Chen nodded: "Go ahead."

"The envoy from Apocalypse City left this morning and will arrive in the afternoon."

Baili Luochen hummed: "Let Chengfeng deal with them first."

"The other one is the Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain. He went to the courtyard."

Baili Luochen sighed: "Once he moves, some evil spirits will also move. Kill them all according to the list you drew up!"

The visitor was not in a hurry to leave, and continued, "My Lord, Song Yanhui from Wushuang City ignored the warning of our Marquis' Mansion and left early this morning."

Baili Luochen just uttered a word lightly.

"kill!"

Although they looked down on the people of Wushuang City, Wushuang City was known as the number one martial arts city in the world after all, so even their Baili family would give it some face.

In the past, Baili Luochen would have considered it, but unfortunately he was angry today.

At the same time, a note was circulated wildly in the city, and then many people in the martial arts world hurriedly left the inn.

But before they reached the street, many people were killed by men in black robes who suddenly appeared.

The autumn in Qiandong City is always filled with the faint scent of osmanthus, but today the fragrance fills the entire city, mixed with a faint smell of blood.

A figure appeared at the end of the long street leading to the courtyard.

The young Taoist priest was carrying a peach wood sword on his back and a long sword hanging on his waist. He looked lazy and walked slowly on the long street. But after a while, as if he had only walked a few steps, he arrived in front of the courtyard.

He yawned, lowered his head slightly, and called softly, "I am the eldest disciple of Qingcheng Mountain's headmaster Lu Suzhen. Wang and his party wish to see Mr. Gu."

"Come in." A faint voice came from the courtyard, which made Wang Yixing smile. He stretched out his hand to draw a gossip on the wall, and then a door suddenly appeared in the courtyard wall. He then pushed the door open and walked in.

"The sir's door is really well hidden."

In the courtyard, an old man in a white robe with loose white hair sat there, gently stroking the strings of a zither. Without even raising his head, he sighed, "Unconsciously, I haven't seen Master Lu for decades."

Wang Yixing bowed slightly, straightened his back and said, "Master knows that you are here, so he specially asked me to come and take you away."

"Take me away?"

Gu Chen couldn't help but laugh, with a hint of ridicule in his tone: "Master Lu, aren't you afraid that I will bring this fire to burn down your Qingcheng Mountain?"

"Sir, you are not fire, but a sword. It is a rare and sharp sword. Everyone in the world wants to hold your sword, but I want to hide the sword in Qingcheng Mountain. Those who want to steal the sword, if you have the ability, come to our mountain gate. I have 1,300 peach wood swords in Qingcheng Mountain. They can be used to form formations and kill people. Just give it a try."

"When I was young, I met Master Lu. I thought that such an arrogant and talented Taoist priest would definitely drive the martial arts world crazy in the future. Later, we all grew up and he became the headmaster. I thought he would become a reasonable person, but unexpectedly, his spirit remained the same..."

An hour later, Wang and his party left the courtyard.

Coming out with him was a young man covered in blood.

This person was Song Yanhui, a disciple from Wushuang City who had managed to break through numerous blockades and enter the courtyard.

After sending Song Yan back to the inn in Wushuang City, Wang and his party went straight to Yunlai Inn.

In the small courtyard behind the inn, Chu Zhao was drinking tea. Seeing Wang Yihang coming in, he poured a cup of tea, motioned Wang Yihang to sit down, and said with a smile: "Failed?"

Wang Yihang sat down, drank a sip of tea, and hummed: "Mr. Gu doesn't want to go. He said that he likes Qingcheng Mountain very much, but he likes Qiandong City even more. I can see that he doesn't like Qiandong City, but loves Xichu, even though Xichu is gone now. Of course, he is also afraid of bringing trouble to our Qingcheng Mountain."

"So, why did you come to see me?"

Wang Yihang smiled bitterly, "Master has given the order to take Mr. Gu back to the mountain. Mr. Gu doesn't want to, so I can only take him away by force. But I can't beat him, so I can only ask you, Junior Master, to help. You are the prince of Western Chu, he should listen to you, right?"

At the end, Wang and his party were a little uncertain.

That’s right, the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen loves Xi Chu, but he may not like the royal family of Xi Chu, and may not listen to the words of the Prince of Xi Chu.

Chu Zhao took a sip of tea, shook his head and smiled: "You, you should learn to respect other people's personal wishes."

"I want to, too, but how do I tell my master?"

Chu Zhao asked: "Did you try your best?"

"Of course I tried my best. My mouth is almost dry from talking."

"Since you have done your best, why would your master scold you?"

"That's right." Wang Yixing was delighted, but then he sighed, "But if Mr. Gu didn't follow me to Qingcheng Mountain, I'm afraid he would die in Qiandong City."

"Will everything be alright after we go to Qingcheng Mountain?"

Without waiting for Wang Yihang to answer, Chu Zhao shook his head and said, "Yes, that's right, Senior Brother Lu is not afraid of trouble. Qingcheng Mountain is now the leader of Taoism. Even Wudang cannot compare with Qingcheng Mountain. The Jianghu families dare not provoke Qingcheng Mountain, but what about the Beili court? Qingcheng Mountain has 1,300 peach wood swords, but Beili has hundreds of thousands of troops. In order to obtain the art of medicine man, the Beili court will not hesitate to use force against Qingcheng Mountain. Qingcheng Mountain cannot protect it."

Wang Yihang was shocked: "Beili won't send a large army, right?!"

Not so?
That’s too much.

For the sake of the immature Zhao Yuzhen, the Beili court did not hesitate to send a large army to garrison at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, not to mention the famous Confucian scholars of Xichu.

You know, the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen not only has the art of making medicine men, but also the Western Chu Sword Song and magical illusions.

Chu Zhao smiled and changed the subject directly: "I heard that Senior Brother Lu accepted a little apprentice?"

Wang Yixing hummed, "His name is Zhao Yuzhen, a very cute child. Master said he is the future of our Qingcheng Mountain, and he is very talented. Anyway, I can't flatter him enough. Speaking of which, the place where he lives now is the yard where you, Junior Master, once lived. The peach tree you planted back then is his favorite. He doesn't allow others to touch it, and he takes care of it himself."

"Well, wait a minute."

Chu Zhao stood up, walked into the house, took out a package and handed it to Wang Yixing, saying with a smile: "Inside are the gifts I prepared for several brothers and nephews, you can take them back. Also, let it go this time, after all, it's only one day apart, but next time... hehe!"

"Uncle Junior Master, I will go back to the mountain to practice now."

Wang and his entourage took the package and ran out of the yard as if escaping.

Chu Zhao couldn't help laughing. Just as he sat down and was about to drink tea, another person entered the yard.

"Why are you looking for me again?"

Baili Dongjun said anxiously: "I just got the news that the envoy from Tianqi City has arrived."

"so what?"

"I want to ask you a favor."

"explain."

"I would like to ask to take Master to live in seclusion in Yuelu City."

The messenger from Apocalypse came for his master, and came with the attitude of destroying it if he couldn't get it.

However, his family was now in a state of distress and had no choice but to send him to Tianqi City as a hostage.

In other words, the Baili family cannot protect his master.

Then Chu Zhao and Yuelu City are the best choices, so he came here secretly.

Of course, Baili Chengfeng and Baili Luochen intentionally let him out, otherwise he would not have been able to sneak out.

In response to Baili Dongjun's request, Chu Zhao shook his head and said, "You should know that your master will not leave."

Baili Dongjun nodded and blurted out: "You are more powerful than my master, just knock him out and take him away."

"I may be a little more powerful than your master, but it is impossible for me to take him away unscathed. Besides, this is his choice. Neither you nor I have the right to decide for him."

"But Master's choice will cause him to die in Qiandong City." Baili Dongjun roared.

Chu Zhao had an indifferent expression. He drank his tea slowly and said calmly, "Then you should know that his choice is the best choice for everyone."

Yes, he knows.

As long as his master died, their family would be able to get rid of the suspicion of colluding with the remnants of Western Chu. The Beili court, which had no excuse, would not dare to take action openly no matter how wary they were of their family.

As long as his master dies, the secret sword techniques that have caused competition from all sides will be gone, allowing Qiandong City to be stable and the forces of the martial arts world to be settled.

As long as his master died, Chu Zhao would not have to take his master to Yuelu City. There would be no risk of being discovered, and he could continue to secretly accumulate strength and plan to restore the country.

This is a good choice for everyone and also his master's own choice.

But that was the person who taught him all his skills and was like a teacher and a father to him. How could he just watch his master die? !
He has to do something!
As if he had seen through Baili Dongjun's thoughts, Chu Zhao shook his head and said, "You can't do anything, and you can't save your master, because your strength... is too weak!"

too weak.

These three words were like drumsticks, hitting Baili Dongjun's heart hard, making him feel extremely aggrieved, uncomfortable, and regretful...

(End of this chapter)