The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 239 "Heart"

"What's fake is fake!"

"The worshippers you raised as obedient dogs dare not hurt you, and you will not allow yourself the possibility of dying in a fight, so you only dare to put the battlefield in an illusion!"

"You have never had a true life-and-death struggle with anyone in your life!"

Li Miao's smile became more and more ferocious.

"Martial arts are the skills to kill people!"

"You have a body that is four ways in one, but you put it on the heart of a coward!"

"You haven't even thought about the possibility that you might die here!"

The emperor's expression became increasingly grim.

Li Miao's words hit upon the thing he least wanted to think about.

"die".

Nothing is more important than life or death.

Every action of any person has its underlying logic. Some people value fame and fortune the most, some people value morality the most, and some people value their relatives and friends the most. It is the collision of these completely different human hearts that creates all kinds of human situations.

The emperor, on the other hand, was rich and powerful. Fame and wealth were the rewards he bestowed on others, morality was the reins he used to restrain his subjects, and relatives and friends might be his rivals in the struggle for power, or they might be tools for him to consolidate his rule, but they were not his weak points.

Since ancient times, the only thing that the emperor could not escape from was——

There is only life and death.

Ji Tianrui chuckled, and taking advantage of the gap between Li Miao and the emperor, she suddenly stabbed the soft sword from the gap under Li Miao's armpit and struck the emperor in the face.

Emperor Jianwen standing aside also created an illusion.

In an instant, the soft sword in front of the emperor turned into dozens of poisonous snakes that pounced on him, revealing their ferocious fangs and biting at the emperor's vital parts.

The emperor was shaken by Li Miao's words, and for the first time, Emperor Jianwen had the upper hand in the battle of mind and spirit. He immediately turned this fleeting opportunity into a killing move that threatened the emperor's life!
Li Miao's fist had already hit in front of him, but Ji Tianrui's mysterious and sinister swordsmanship was hidden in the illusion of Emperor Jianwen, and it was impossible to tell which sword was real and which was fake!
The emperor's pupils suddenly shrank!

boom! ! ! !

Unrivaled powerful true energy bursts out instantly!

"Plagiarism, huh?"

In an instant, Li Miao touched the ground with his toes and flew backwards.

Ji Tianrui and Emperor Jianwen followed closely behind and rushed out of the dust together.

Hua la la la——

Sharp true energy like raindrops shot out from the dust and smoke, landing on the bluestone slabs on the ground of the square, and it seemed to penetrate the air and rush straight into the ground.

But in just a moment, a honeycomb-like hole appeared in the area of 30 meters with the emperor as the center.

This was a martial art similar to the "Black Pagoda" created by Li Miao, but it was much more advanced. Not only did it have thrust, but it also had sharp qi that shot out from the acupuncture points all over the body, similar to the "Six Meridians Divine Sword", forcing the three to give up the opportunity to fight and turn around to dodge.

wow——

The emperor waved his hand, and the cloud of dust dissipated, revealing his figure.

He looked at Li Miao and was silent for a moment.

Suddenly, he smiled.

"Li Miao."

"You are a captain under Zhu Zai, right?"

"I am the Northern Pacification Commissioner. Didn't you just promote me?"

Li Miao smiled.

The emperor was suddenly choked by Li Miao, and his emotions were a little interrupted for a while. After a while, he calmed down and showed the "wise king" smile that he usually used to fool his subjects.

"what do you want?"

Emperor Jianwen suddenly turned his head to look at Li Miao, secretly on guard.

In reality, he was a stutterer who spoke word by word, and could only speak normally in fantasy. However, Li Miao would never allow him to pull himself into fantasy.

So he had not communicated directly with Li Miao. Although Ji Tianrui was the guarantor, there was no basis of trust between Ji Tianrui and him, not to mention Li Miao, who was a layer away from him. He did not trust Li Miao. The alliance of the three was just a superficial shell, extremely fragile.

Sure enough, the emperor continued.

"With your martial arts skills, you are willing to be a thousand households for more than ten years, obviously not for fame or fortune. So, is it martial arts you want? Immortality? Or is it for Zhu Zai?"

"I want world peace."

Li Miao smiled.

"Pfft."

Ji Tianrui smiled sweetly.

The emperor was choked by Li Miao again, and a trace of anger appeared on his face.

"You want martial arts, the secret manuals collected by Taizu, I will allow you to look through them at will! Not only those that have been cut off from the heavenly cultivation part in the martial arts world, but also countless lost heavenly inheritances, you can take them all!"

"I am gifted, I don't need to look at others'."

"If you want to live forever, kill Lord Jianwen, and you can take the skills at will. Since you are not surnamed Zhu, the royal family is of no use to you. You can also use some of the celestial beings collected in the future, like Yin Ruihua!"

"I don't eat human flesh."

"If you care about Zhu Zai and the lives of some people in the royal family, I don't have to do anything! There are many royal families in the world, and these few people are not a big deal!"

Li Miao smiled but said nothing.

"Alas—your Majesty."

But it was Ji Tianrui who continued with a chuckle.

"You still don't understand Lord Li's thoughts, and you don't understand my thoughts at all. You don't know that your words of surrender are simply a joke to us."

"The three natures of mind, spirit and will, 'silence and enlightenment' is the 'mind'. Your 'mind' is a fake mind made up of the nature and life of gods and humans."

"If you were not the emperor, without the skills created by Taizu, and without the huge court collecting celestial beings for you, you would not have the slightest chance of achieving Jizhuo."

"Master Li is right. You just have a four-way-in-one body, but you put it on the heart of a coward."

Li Miao and Ji Tianrui walked slowly towards the emperor, supporting each other and trapping the emperor in between.

Emperor Jianwen glanced at the two men and saw that they really had no intention of turning against their allies. He then secretly breathed a sigh of relief and followed them as they walked towards the emperor.

The emperor stopped talking and his expression became increasingly gloomy.

"At this moment, you still want to solve the problem with words."

Li Miao said.

"Let alone what you did before, I won't trust you at all. Even if you are a gentleman who keeps his promises, there is no possibility that I will give up today."

"If I don't trust my fists, but trust your words instead, then my twenty-seven years of martial arts training would be in vain."

"Saying such nonsense will only make me despise you even more."

A ferocious smile appeared on Li Miao's face.

"Once you enter the martial arts world, life and death are your boundaries."

"Those who practice martial arts naturally speak with blood."

"If you win, I die. If I win, you die."

"Anything else is a joke!"

The emperor finally understood.

These two people are completely different from those priests who were recruited by the court.

They have their own demands, and may be willing to compromise for these demands, but they will never hand over the power of choice to others.

Silence and enlightenment are the “heart”.

This is the heart of martial arts that is truly qualified to cultivate "silent enlightenment".