I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 290 What’s It to You?

"Han Yi, this person must be Chu Zhao, right? Oh, he's even more handsome than your son-in-law!"

Luo Yue, buried in Li Hanyi's arms, raised her head and glanced at Chu Zhao, and immediately started to joke, not showing any sign of sadness at all.

Li Hanyi rolled his eyes: "Can you be more normal? You were acting desperate just now."

"Who?"

Luo Yue raised his head: "Me?

impossible!
It’s not like no one wants me. I’m the head of the Luo family.

How can a damn Song Yanhui make me want to die?

joke!

Hey, you must be Chu Zhao, would you like a drink?"

Chu Zhao smiled and said nothing.

The Luo family is very good at martial arts and even tougher at talking. This is true for Luo Shui and Luo He, and now it is also true for Luo Yue.

Li Hanyi was too embarrassed to watch and forcibly dragged Luo Yue away.

What the hell is this?

Sikong Changfeng looked at Chu Zhao with a look of regret and said, "I should have listened to you and come to watch the fun earlier. Tell me, if Song Yanhui sees us together, will she be scared to death?"

Baili Dongjun patted him and said, "Alright, everyone is gone, let's go too...

Ok?
Why did the fight start?

Those little guys are pretty good, but Changfeng, although I don’t have much control over things, look at the disciples in our Xueyue City, they don’t seem to be doing very well.

Only Xiao Tanglian, wow, Xiao Tanglian has never beaten that kid Lei Wujie?
Come on, Chu Zhao, go and take a look."

When Baili Dongjun was young, he was also a person who loved to stir up trouble and watch the fun. Now that his inner demons have been gone, he has regained some of his original nature.

Chu Zhao shook his head: "You guys go ahead, I'm going to meet a friend."

At the foot of Cangshan Mountain, there is a quiet valley and a gurgling stream.

Wushuang looked at Song Yan returning dejectedly and was not surprised at all.

"Master, you lose again."

Song Yanhui did not shy away from this and nodded with a wry smile.

"I originally thought that Li Hanyi was the weakest of the three city lords of Xueyue City, but this time I discovered that she is stronger than Sikong Changfeng and has already reached that stage."

"Which step?" Wushuang asked curiously.

"Half-step spiritual travel."

After hearing this, Wushuang threw the stone in his hand out. The stone spun and jumped on the water, creating a trail of splashes.

"Then it's not shameful for you to lose this time."

Song Yanhui's face turned dark, and he stared at Wushuang for a long time before he sighed softly.

"You're right, in fact, I never feel ashamed every time.

It’s a pity that your master, I, have limited talent and have not yet become a sword immortal.

Wushuang, I place all my hopes on you, please don't let me down."

Before he finished speaking, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Placing your hopes on a child, Song Yanhui, don't you think you are a little shameless and ridiculous?"

"Who?!"

Song Yan turned around with sword in hand, looking alert.

Wushuang became excited instantly.

"Chu Zhao, it's you!"

He remembered Chu Zhao's voice and the joyous mood of Wushuang Sword Box.

Chu Zhao laughed and slowly appeared carrying a jar of wine.

In the mountain wind, the man in green clothes remained motionless.

"It's really you."

Wushuang ran forward excitedly, as if he had thought of something, and saluted with his fists clasped.

“I can’t call you Chu Zhao, I should call you Senior Chu. I heard from my senior brothers and master that you are the emperor of Chu and the number one immortal in the world.

I also gave myself a nickname, the Peerless Sword Immortal, what do you think?"

The number one immortal in the world?
How come he doesn't know when he got this name?
Chu Zhao was stunned for a moment, then he patted the shaking Wushuang Sword Box, which instantly quieted down. He then smiled and said, "You are worthy of your title. It seems that you are about to become a sword immortal. Amazing!"

Wushuang became even more excited after receiving the praise.

"Haha, Senior Chu, I can now control eleven flying swords. In three years, I think I will be able to control all the flying swords. By then, I will be a true unparalleled sword immortal."

Song Yan looked back at his apprentice chatting enthusiastically with Chu Zhao, and felt a little uncomfortable.

But Chu Zhao...it's understandable, after all, he is not a master in the general sense.

For many people, even Song Yanhui, they all feel awe and admiration for him.

The mountains are high and the scenery is still there. Although I can't reach it, my heart yearns for it.

Being able to walk up to him and see him with your own eyes is a blessing in life.

Song Yanhui suddenly revealed a trace of trepidation and relief: "Wushuang, don't be rude."

After hearing his master's call, Wushuang calmed down a little and returned to Song Yanhui, saying with a smile: "Senior Chu, this is my master."

Song Yanhui held the Broken Water Sword and saluted, "Song Yanhui from Wushuang City greets the Emperor Chu."

Chu Zhao nodded: "Song Yanhui, long time no see."

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

Song Yanhui was a little confused. If he remembered correctly, although he had met Chu Zhao, Chu Zhao seemed not to have seen him.

"Didn't you take part in the battle before Lausanne? Why, am I someone who is easily forgotten?"

When the city of Lausanne, also known as Qiandong City, was recaptured, Song Yanhui also participated in that battle and was the leader of Wushuang City.

Chu Zhao had paid attention to the young masters who participated in the battle that year.

Song Yanhui was stunned for a moment, and said with deep emotion: "I have never forgotten the elegance of the Emperor Chu back then, but I never thought that the Emperor Chu actually knew me."

"After all, you were a famous young hero back then. Besides, your Wushuang City and I have a grudge. Naturally, I have paid attention to you, the young city lord. I just didn't expect that after so many years, you are not even a sword immortal. It's really disappointing."

Song Yanhui smiled bitterly, but before he could finish his words, Wushuang asked, "Senior Chu, do you have a grudge against our Wushuang City?"

"Didn't your master tell you that several elders from your Wushuang City died at my hands?"

"Oh, those old guys, they must have caused you trouble and that's why you died."

Wushuang has no good feelings towards the elders of Wushuang City.

"Really." Chu Zhao smiled and said, "By the way, Wushuang, go to Chu State when you have time. My son Xiaoqi is quite interested in you."

Ever since Chu Xinghe heard about Wushuang from Lei Wujie and Wuxin, he has always wanted to compete with Wushuang, who was born with a sword heart.

Wushuang nodded, "Is he powerful?"

"It's okay, a little better than Yan Zhantian."

"Stronger than the Angry Sword Immortal?" Wushuang was shocked: "He is the Sword Immortal?"

"Ah."

"Why haven't I heard of him? What's his name?"

"It is said that Chu Xinghe, the seventh prince of Chu State, caused the roar of thousands of swords when he was born. He is a natural sword immortal. However, because people of Chu State are not included in the martial arts list and do not get involved in the martial arts world, he is not well-known and not many people know him." Song Yanhui explained.

Wushuang suddenly realized: "Well, I remember it. When I become a sword immortal, I will go to compete with him." "He has gone to Beiman now. If you go to Yuelu and don't see him, I will ask him to go to Wushuang City. Maybe he will go to Wushuang City to find you first."

After saying that, Chu Zhao turned to look at Song Yanhui and casually threw the wine jar over to him: "I came here today only because I noticed Wushuang was here, so I came to see him. Now that I have seen him, I will not disturb him anymore."

"Wait a moment."

Song Yanhui called Chu Zhao and said, "Emperor Chu, can we talk?"

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the water, making the waves sparkle as if they were covered with a layer of golden light.

Wushuang was sitting aside, skipping melon seeds on the water out of boredom, while Chu Zhao and Song Yanhui were sitting opposite each other.

There were two stones serving as stools and a jar of wine was placed on the lawn in the middle, but Song Yanhui was not in the mood to drink.

He stared at Chu Zhao, whose depth was completely unpredictable, and spoke after a long while.

“I never thought that the King of Chu would learn from Wangchengshan.”

There have been many rumors in the world about Chu Zhao's teachers.

There are two most mainstream theories. One is that Chu Zhao learned from an overseas immortal, and the other is that he found the inheritance of the Western Chu poet.

No one expected that he learned from Wang Chengshan.

"so what?"

"Wangcheng Mountain is also going to be born?" Song Yanhui asked casually, without needing Chu Zhao to answer. Then, as if to convince himself, he said, "It seems that the move made by Wushuang City is correct."

If Wushuang City wants to regain its status as the number one city in the world, then Xueyue City will be the stumbling block standing in its way.

But now Xueyue City wants to form an alliance with Wangcheng Mountain, which is something Wushuang City does not want to see.
Song Yanhui had heard Wushuang mention Chu Zhao countless times and how great he was.

How shocking the sword of Daimyo Suzaku was.

Song Yanhui didn't really take these remarks seriously, because he had seen the battle between Chu Zhao and Li Changsheng.

More than ten years ago, he had a clear understanding of Chu Zhao's strength.

The best city in the world might still be Xueyue City.

But the number one sect in the world must undoubtedly be Wangchengshan.

Because Chu Zhao alone is enough to suppress any sect, just like Mr. Li of the Jixia Academy back then.

It’s just that Wangchengshan doesn’t care much about this title.

"Born?"

Chu Zhao shook his head and smiled: "Wangcheng Mountain has never been isolated from the world, so how can we talk about coming out of the world? When Senior Brother Lu was still here, the disciples of Wangcheng Mountain walked around the mountain a lot."

"So Wangcheng Mountain really wants to form an alliance with Xueyue City?" Song Yanhui's face changed. "Does the Emperor Chu understand what the consequences of your actions will be?"

Chu Zhao smiled faintly, his eyes fell on the water, and then he pointed.

"Song Yanhui, what do you see?"

Song Yan followed his hand and looked at the water surface, where she saw layers of fine waves rippling out over and over again.

"Is the King of Chu trying to say that the tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop?"

Chu Zhao shook his head: "I mean, the spring breeze blows up and ripples the water, what does it have to do with you?"

Song Yan replied: "..."

“My nephew and Snow Moon Sword Immortal Li Hanyi are in love with each other and are just getting married. How can they represent Wangcheng Mountain and Snow Moon City?

Even if they do represent it, so what?

Ordinary people can still start a family and build a career, let alone these two sword immortals?

As for the consequences you asked about, well, I think it will probably be that I will have a few nephews and grandchildren.

If there is anything else, I, Wang Chengshan, just don’t like to cause trouble, it doesn’t mean we are afraid of trouble.

Our Wangchengshan disciples have not all died yet. Do you really think that the peach wood sword of our Wangchengshan can't kill people?
Therefore, their marriage was set in stone when I stepped into Xueyue City and it could not be changed.

Anyone who dares to make trouble will have only one outcome. "

Song Yanhui was speechless, but just looked at Chu Zhao with a complicated expression.

At this moment, he suddenly envied Zhao Yuzhen, envious of him for having such a powerful uncle.

If... he meant if there was such a person behind him, then would he and Luo Yue be different?

It’s a pity that this assumption is ultimately not true.

Song Yanhui sighed silently, stood up, clasped his fists and said, "I already understand what the Emperor Chu meant, but some things, once started, cannot be stopped by one person."

Chu Zhao nodded: "Of course, I am a cultivator of destiny in Wangcheng Mountain, and I understand these things better than you, so there are some things that I can see clearly, but you may not. Compared with Sikong Changfeng and Baili Dongjun, you are far behind, but your little disciple is better than their disciples, you have accepted a good disciple."

Song Yan glanced at Wushuang, who was playing with his fingers in boredom, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Emperor Chu, for your praise. To be honest, Wushuang City has no intention of being an enemy of Wangcheng Mountain, let alone an enemy of Emperor Chu."

Wangcheng Mountain is a famous mountain for immortals and rarely interferes in worldly affairs. In addition, Zhao Yuzhen has become a sword immortal at a young age, so the forces in the martial arts world naturally do not want to be hostile to Wangcheng Mountain.

What's more, Zhao Yuzhen is now in a trance, and Chu Zhao is there to support her.

Not to mention the Jianghu forces, even the Beili court didn't dare to move. Didn't you see that at Chu Zhao's words, the guy in Tianqi City obediently withdrew his troops?

Chu Zhao nodded again: "It's the same. We in Wangcheng Mountain have never thought of being enemies with anyone, and I have never thought of being enemies with your Wushuang City. If your Wushuang City hadn't caused trouble, I wouldn't have killed your master.

The grudge between you and Xueyue City is your business. If Xueyue Sword Fairy wants to step forward, it is her business. Similarly, if Zhao Yuzhen wants to help, it is also his business. The disciples of Wangcheng Mountain will not interfere. "

This time Song Yanhui understood and bowed again with his fists clasped.

"Wushuang, let's go!"

"Here comes Master, Senior Chu, let's go!"

Chu Zhao smiled and nodded, watching Song Yanhui and Master Wushuang leave, and then his figure flashed and he had already arrived at Dengtian Pavilion.

Inside the Dengtian Pavilion.

Tang Lian was fighting with Sikong Qianluo, who was holding a green bamboo pole in his hand that seemed to be burning with raging fire, extremely violent.

Tang Lian had been forced to use the knife thread formation, but Sikong Qianluo's spear was shaking like a continuous drizzle and as violent as fire.

With the combination of hardness and softness, a long spear can not only protect tightly but also launch a slight counterattack.

Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng were squatting in the corner, one of them holding a squirrel in his hand, and they put their fingers together to form swords, and were fighting with the two squirrels.

The two men did not seem surprised that the two squirrels had such exquisite swordsmanship.

“I didn’t expect that Qianluo’s strength has improved so much in just a short time as Chu Zhao’s disciple.” Baili Dongjun put his fingers on the squirrel in the palm of his hand, took out the wine jug from his waist with a smile, and fed Qingfeng a sip.

Qingfeng's nose twitched, and he reached out to the mouth of the wine gourd, but was caught back by Baili Dongjun.

"No, no, you're too small. You can't hold on if you drink more. This wine of mine is not ordinary."

After hearing this, Qingfeng put his hands on his hips and glared at Baili Dongjun, then humanely hugged his two little arms and left his back to him.

Baili Dongjun laughed out loud, his laughter was extremely hearty.

Sikong Changfeng was originally teasing Mingyue, but when he heard Baili Dong's words, he looked up at Tang Lian who was already at a disadvantage, smiled and shook his head.

"It seems that I am indeed not suitable to teach my daughter, but I don't think it is necessary to compare with Chu Zhao. With his ability, it is natural for Qian Luo to have such progress. After all, his children, except Chu Yang, are not simple."

"Then you are wrong. That child is not a simple one."

"Ok?"

Sikong Changfeng looked confused.

"Is it because I can't sense his inner energy and think he is just a simple scholar?"

"Am I feeling wrong?"

Baili Dongjun nodded, then shook his head: "That's right, I didn't feel that he had internal strength, but I heard Xie Xuan mention that the child's cultivation was different from ours. He seemed to be just like an ordinary person, but in fact, he was comparable to a sword immortal."

(End of this chapter)