The Beacon of Kyushu

Zhao Rong was speechless after being refuted by Zhao Tingmei. In anger, he suddenly drew the sword from his waist and said indignantly: "Zhao Wenhua, I advise you not to go too far! If you insist on framing me, I will have to die with you, which is better than being beheaded by the government for no reason!"

When Chai Yuxi saw Zhao Rong draw his sword, he knew that the situation was no longer under his control, so he drew his sword as well and said, "Your Majesty, we don't want to hurt your relationship. But you insist on framing me, so I have no choice but to offend you!"

When the imperial guards saw their leader draw his sword, they also put their hands on the hilts, but none of them dared to actually draw their swords. After all, on one side was the imperial envoy with a secret decree in his arms, and on the other side was the emperor's brother, so whether they drew their swords or not, they would not gain any benefit.

Zhao Tingmei didn't expect that the two dogs would actually dare to draw their swords against him, and in a rage he drew a knife from the waist of the yamen runner beside him. Regardless of how unfamiliar his swordsmanship was, he demonstrated the starting stance of the Wan Dao Men that Zhao Guangyi had taught him an hour ago, with the knife in his chest, staring at Chai and Zhao with a fierce look in his eyes.

Chai Yuxi shouted loudly, but when it came to taking action, he was still a little timid, "Brother Zhao...Brother Zhao, if we really take action against the prince, once the government investigates, I'm afraid..."

Zhao Rong said indignantly: "Brother Chai, the King of Wei is looking for trouble with us brothers for no reason in order to avenge the humiliation he suffered the day before. If we kill him today, of course, our entire family will be executed, but if we don't kill him, he will accuse us of a crime within two days and destroy our two families. It's better to use him as a scapegoat. At least his death is worth it!"

Chai Yuxi plucked up his courage, and stepped forward with his sword in hand. "Brother Zhao, you are right. Now that things have come to this, there is really no other way. We have no choice but to do this!"

Seeing that the two were going to harm Zhao Tingmei, Lü Duan, not caring that he didn't know martial arts, pulled out another yamen runner's sword and rushed towards Zhao Rong with it raised high. Zhao Rong saw that the man was tall and strong, and his posture of running with the sword raised was quite intimidating, so he thought that he was a master of martial arts, and was so scared that his hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking.

"Mr....Mr. Lu, you...you failed to incite me, so you decide to kill me! If you have the guts, just chop...chop me!" Zhao Rong shouted, but he had already backed down in his heart, and subconsciously backed away while speaking.

Lu Duan hurried forward, closed his eyes, swung the knife in his hand, and chopped at Zhao Rong in front of him. As a judge, how could he not understand how serious a crime it was to kill someone with a knife? But in order to protect Zhao Tingmei, what better way did he have than to put the knife on Zhao Rong's neck?

Zhao Rong took a few more steps back, and his back hit the cliff hard, causing pain on his back. Seeing that Lü Duan's knife was about to hit him, he instinctively dodged to the side with the determination to die, and he dodged Lü Duan's knife effortlessly.

"Fatty Lu, I thought you were a master, but you're just slashing with a broken sword!" Zhao Rong dodged the sword, and immediately felt confident. He stabbed Lu Duan's throat with the long sword in his hand. He had already put his life and death aside at this moment. He dared to attack Zhao Tingmei, let alone Lu Duan. Lu Duan only felt a flash of cold light, and the long sword in Zhao Rong's hand had already stabbed his neck. He didn't know martial arts, so he didn't know how to dodge the swift sword. He could only stand there and wait for death.

"Mr. Zhao, watch out for the knife!" Zhao Tingmei saw this and suddenly yelled, taking two steps at a time, and slashed Zhao Rong's right wrist with the sword in his hand. Although he was angry that Lü Duan was instigating them, he knew better than anyone who Lü Duan was on his side. Zhao Rong had never seen Zhao Tingmei take action, so he thought he was just pretending and relying on his status as a prince to bluff people. However, Zhao Tingmei's knife was not only extremely swift, but also had an extremely amazing momentum. Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhao Rong quickly gave up Lü Duan, retreated six or seven steps to the side, and then raised his sword to fight Zhao Tingmei.

Chai Yuxi had just been watching Zhao Rong's attack intently, and now he was not willing to be left out, and he approached Lü Duan with a grim smile. Lü Duan saw that Chai Yuxi was going to harm him, so he had to close his eyes again, relying on his body and strength, and chopped at Chai Yuxi with his sword. Chai Yuxi's martial arts were a little better than Lü Duan's, but in terms of size and strength, he was far inferior to Lü Duan, so he fought Lü Duan, who was chopping and slashing, on equal terms for a while.

The many yamen runners and imperial guards in the field had never seen these four people fighting desperately, and had never even seen them practicing martial arts. Today, they realized how clumsy and ridiculous the high and mighty people were when they started fighting. They couldn't help but watch the excitement, and no one stepped forward to persuade them.

The four fought for a long time, and they all felt exhausted, with sweat dripping from their noses and temples. Zhao Tingmei and Lu Duan were especially tired, and they wanted to sit on the ground. Zhao Rong had the best physical strength among the four, and at this moment he could still barely control the sword and fight with Zhao Tingmei.

Seeing that his sword moves were still going strong, Zhao Tingmei was furious and slashed at his face with his sword, but the force of the sword was pitifully weak. Zhao Rong smiled coldly, blocked the blade with his sword, and then kicked Zhao Tingmei in the lower abdomen, knocking him to the ground.

"You... you bastard, how dare you kick me!" Zhao Tingmei yelled angrily while struggling to stand up. Zhao Rong would never give him this opportunity, and had already pointed a sword at his neck, "Your Highness, the King of Wei, I advise you not to move, or I will really offend you!" Zhao Tingmei glared at Zhao Rong for a few times, then closed his eyes helplessly and let Zhao Rong deal with him.

Lü Duan's martial arts were not as good as Zhao Tingmei's, and he was hacking with his eyes closed, so he was actually in a much better situation than Zhao Tingmei. Chai Yuxi had three or four knife wounds all over his body, and his clothes were soaked with blood. If Chai Yuxi had the strength to fight just now, he was now completely unable to compete with Lü Duan. If he was hacked again, he would be killed on the spot.

Suddenly, bursts of xiao sound came from the mountainside. The sound was not sad and gentle like the Chu songs, but full of the generous voice of Yan and Zhao. As the stirring xiao sound rose, birds in the forest began to sing, and each flapped its wings and flew into the sky. Soon, these flying birds took the initiative to form a team, assembled into the shape of five phoenixes, and circled on the top of Wansui Mountain.

The people on the top of the mountain had just been fighting to the death, but at this moment they suddenly saw five beautiful phoenixes in the air. No one dared to move, and all looked towards the mountainside, towards the source of the xiao sound.

Soon, a young man in a white robe and a golden belt came galloping on a horse as white as snow. The horse was so fast, so fast that it could catch up with the wind and lightning, so fast that it could leave a trail of dust, so fast that people could not see the young man's face clearly. But everyone knew who the person was, because there was no other white horse as fast as this one in the world, and there was no other young man as dashing as this one.

In an instant, the white horse galloped close to them, and the young man on the horse suddenly drew his sword. A dazzling light seemed to fall from the sky, dazzling everyone's eyes. "Dang, dang, dang, dang" four soft sounds, the young man actually jumped off the horse's back and cut off the weapons in the hands of four people. The broken knives and swords fell to the ground almost at the same time, as if paying homage to the young man in front of him. At this moment, the sun also broke through the dark clouds and appeared in the sky. (End of this chapter)