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The Tibetan monk who flew over only saw a sword suddenly appear in front of him. Before he could react, he felt his throat getting cold and hot. His eyes widened, and he made two hoarse sounds in his throat before slowly kneeling on the ground.

"Do you want to keep them alive?"

Zhao Yushu, wearing a black scarf and masking his face, pulled the cold iron sword out of the opponent's throat and shook off the only drop of blood on it.

"Who are you? Why do you know my Shushan sword technique?"

The swordsman's first reaction was not the joy of surviving the disaster, but deep fear.

The man's sword was much faster than his own, proving that he had mastered the essence of Shushan swordsmanship. If he were in Shushan, he must not be an unknown person. However, the man was wearing a mask and his clothes were not Shushan clothing.

When did outsiders learn Shushan swordsmanship?

"Do you want to keep them alive? If you don't speak, I'll kill them all."

"No, you don't have to stay."

"it is good."

The remaining two Tibetan monks were furious as their companion was killed by a single sword from this man who appeared out of nowhere. They didn't even have a chance to react, let alone resist.

Although the three men had slightly different levels of cultivation, they were all at the fifth level, and they had no chance of winning against such a killing god.

"Let's go separately!"

In the darkness, the two men went their separate ways, and the other side could only kill one at most.

As soon as the leading Tibetan monk turned around, he felt a chill in his heart and drew out his sword.

He was clearly on the plank road just now.

Until his death, the monk never understood how Zhao Yushu managed to cross the distance of two or three meters in an instant.

The monk with the Iron Eagle had not yet realized that his leader was dead the moment he turned around. He had just jumped up when a hand suddenly grabbed his ankle and slashed with a long sword.

The swordsman stared blankly at Zhao Yushu killing three monks who were chasing him with three swords, leaving him with no way out. He seemed to see the figure of a senior brother from the sect.

Strong and fierce.

Zhao Yushu took off his turban, revealing a big beard, and smiled at the swordsman: "My name is Alibaba, what is your name, little brother?"

The gate of Jianmen Pass slowly opened in the morning light, and the Western Region merchant caravan from Chang'an was the first to enter the pass. After passing this pass, Yizhou was in front of them. This was the heart of Jiannan Road, and there would be no more strong men here.

"Well, Alibaba, what are your plans now that you have arrived in Yizhou?"

The team leader was a little nervous.

"Well, if there's nothing else to do, I'd like to go out and explore on my own. Being a bodyguard is a bit boring."

"It's a deal! Ahem, no, I'm actually reluctant to let you go, but after all, as the Tang people say, a good man has ambitions to travel far and wide. A small caravan is really a waste of talent. Here, this is your reward. Anyway, we're not far from Yizhou. Why don't we say goodbye now?"

"So urgent?"

Zhao Yushu wanted to laugh.

"Haha, haha, I'm worried that it will hinder your fame."

Zhao Yushu took the purse and said, "Okay, I wish the boss lots of money."

After waving goodbye to the team leader who ran faster than a horse, Zhao Yushu touched his fake beard, turned around and walked back to Jianmen Pass.

The Shushan swordsman was leaning against the wall waiting for him.

"Brother, where are we going now?"

"Stay here."

"Ok?"

"Clean up your tail, and then, what's your name?"

"Brother, my name is Fu Yun."

"Comrade Xiao Fu, now go find a clothing store inside the pass and dress up a little like me, your senior brother."

Fu Yun frowned: "Why?"

“Have you ever seen Mission Impossible?”

Fu Yun's brows furrowed even more tightly.

Zhao Yushu discovered that the people of Shushan had one characteristic in common, which was that they were too serious. Although he had only seen two serious Shushan disciples, oh, including the two couples from the academy, it could barely be counted as four.

Fu Yun was not used to the felt coat he was wearing, and the hat on his head with two pieces of cotton cloth hanging down to cover his ears occasionally gave off a smell as if the previous owner had not taken a bath in several years. His nose kept twitching, and the more he didn't want to smell the strange smell, the more he couldn't help but smell it, which made him wonder for the first time whether he had a perverted hobby.

Zhao Yushu also forced Shushan's iconic long sword to be hidden in his felt coat, and replaced it with an ordinary Tibetan scimitar that he bought for one or two taels of silver.

It is not uncommon to see a Western warrior with a young Tibetan warrior in the current Jianmen Pass.

"I didn't have enough time to listen to you yesterday. Those Tibetans knew you were from Shushan and dared to hunt you down. Also, I remember Shushan doesn't interfere in worldly affairs. What happened?"

Zhao Yushu sat on a chair in the inn room, crossing his legs and swinging this way and that, looking like a street scoundrel.

Fu Yun stood aside, looking at the nonchalant senior brother from the academy in front of him. If the other party had not temporarily removed his disguise yesterday and completely matched the appearance of the academy gentleman described by Senior Brother Wu, and even told a lot of secrets of Jiangning's Wangjiang Tower, such as the chess and sword skills that his senior brother praised so much, he would never have dared to recognize that this was the most famous Sixth Master of the new generation who was famous all over the world.

"Brother, this, well, it's a long story."

"Don't worry, there's plenty of time, take your time."

Fu Yun hesitated for a moment: "Actually, I came from Tibet."

"I see. Keep going."

Fu Yun glanced at Zhao Yushu, seeming a little unconvinced.

"Well, I went there this time without Master's permission."

"I guess I guessed it. Go on."

Fu Yun was no longer calm. Was this true?

"Do not believe?"

"No."

"You are not honest, kid."

Zhao Yushu stood up, put his hands behind his back and walked around Fu Yun twice: "Shushan doesn't care about worldly affairs. When Senior Brother Wu helped me in Jiangning, he gave the academy enough face. You usually catch monsters every day. If the chief officer of Yizhou hadn't asked you to help calm the situation, I'm afraid you wouldn't even have the chance to leave the mountain."

Fu Yun nodded: "Yes, I followed Master and Senior Brother down here."

"Since you are here to keep the peace, you have to stay in Yizhou. You have a bunch of Tibetans following you. You dare not enter the city even when you reach Jianmen Pass. You said that it was Shushan's intention for you to sneak into Tibet. Who would believe you?"

Fu Yun smiled bitterly: "I really don't dare to embarrass my sect."

"Come on," Zhao Yushu interrupted him with a wave of his hand. "Brother Wu, if he knew that you didn't even bother to rush to the door to ask for help and were killed like a chicken, he would definitely dig up your body and beat you up. Come on, what are you going to Tubo for? Family feud or women?"

Fu Yun's old face turned red, and he hummed for a long time without saying anything.

Zhao Yushu poked him on the forehead with his finger in hatred: "How old are you? Huh? You're already thinking about girls? You don't even want to die. Who is she? A fairy or a princess? I tell you, even if she is a princess, it's just that. Don't think that brother is bragging. I know princesses very well. I've met three, three!"

Fu Yun lowered his head and let Zhao Yushu, who had a rare chance to act like a big shot, scold him madly. After Zhao Yushu had scolded him enough, Fu Yun gritted his teeth and knelt down with a thud.

"Please help me, brother!"