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Zhao Yushu had no time to vent his ecstasy by roaring, he just opened the door and pulled Shen Qixing out

Fortunately, the scene of Chengying being absorbed was blocked by his body, otherwise the little Taoist priest would definitely put him on the top list of wanted people after seeing this scene.

The journey out of Prince Fu's Palace was not bumpy at all, it was even a little too smooth.

Regardless of whether they are tied up or not, the masters of the inner scene will not deliberately attack a small outer scene second heaven, such as the current Master Miao.

After fighting with Zhang Hong, the tall and thin zombie returned to the guest room and sat quietly. Even if he passed by the treasure house on the way and sensed the faint spiritual power fluctuation inside, he was too lazy to pay attention. The fluctuation was too low and it was not worthy of Neijing's action.

A head suddenly appeared on the high wall in the distance, and then a figure climbed up, and then jumped down from the top of the wall pulling a package-like object with force.

In the distance, the second sister watched Zhao Yushu carrying Shen Qixing timidly running farther and farther along the shadow of the outer wall of the palace. A smile appeared on her lips, and she untied the old horse from the tree, climbed on the horse, and walked leisurely towards the academy.

"Mr. Er is gone," the chief steward bowed and reported

"Is the little Taoist priest not back yet?" The princess suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"Logically, he should have returned long ago. He might have gone somewhere to join in the fun." The steward thought about it and gave a reason, but this reason was not perfect.

"Prepare the horses! Go to the treasury!" The princess stood up suddenly and walked out of the palace quickly.

Prince Fu did not move, so the chief steward did not move either. Only the three guests from the side hall hurried to follow.

Tongguan, the eldest brother has been standing for a day, and the two below have been sitting for a day

Until the elder brother turned his head back

With a slight smile, flowers filled the sky. The two people below the city immediately felt as if they were facing a great enemy. When the petals fell, there was no one on the top of the city.

General Wang and Eunuch Cao looked at each other, both gave an ugly bitter smile, and then they turned around and walked towards Xijing.

In Tianxiang Tower, Yun Gu sat on a small stool in her room. On the small bed behind the screen, two figures were vaguely visible, sitting cross-legged on the bed, seemingly practicing Qigong to heal their injuries. After a while, a middle-aged woman dressed as a maid came out and said, "Mo'er has some internal injuries, but it's fine now. He will be fine after a few days of recuperation."

The door of the treasury was pushed open, and the princess looked at the little Taoist priest lying on the ground and the empty golden platform with a grim face.

"I'm going to kill him! I must kill him! Li Tong, go find him! Find him for me!" The young Taoist priest was helped up by two guests, cursing loudly with fire in his eyes.

The princess sneered, "Who are you going to kill? Who beat our future Heavenly Master like this? Do you want me to go to Longhu Mountain and complain to the old Heavenly Master?"

The young Taoist priest paused and gave the princess a fierce look: "It's such a small matter, I won't disturb the old master. Please help me find someone, cousin."

"Who? Mr. Six?"

"Humph, that idiot is no match for me. The person I want to investigate is the Eastern Capital Thief Saint, Bai Yutang!"

At this time, the Eastern Capital Thief Saint Bai Yutang was carrying Shen Laoqi on his back and running down the street. The imperial city was very close to the academy, so within an incense stick of time, Zhao Yushu arrived at the academy gate and stared at Zhang Hong and the doorman Qin Da Ye.

Seeing the two people's surprised looks, Zhao Yushu pulled off the veil and said, "Open the door quickly and let me in!"

After crossing the gate of the academy, Zhao Yushu sat down on the ground. He was safe. As long as he entered the academy, no one in the world could threaten him anymore.

The blanket wrapped behind him fell to the ground and scattered as he moved. Shen Laoqi, who was sitting cross-legged, rolled out.

The glass in front of him shattered, and Meng Yan walked over, with surprise and joy in his eyes.

"Hey, old man, can you let me in now? I'm with Master Zhao, and I was just covering for him."

Zhang Hong stood outside the door and shouted. It seemed that he was stopped by Uncle Qin.

Meng Yan and Uncle Qin looked at Zhao Yushu together. Zhao Yushu nodded and thought that although he was not covering for himself, it was the same for Moer. After all, Moer was his own.

The doctor in the palace gave the little Taoist priest a simple treatment and bandage. After drinking a few sips of the thousand-year-old ginseng soup, the little Taoist priest still looked pale. It was unknown whether he was injured or angry.

"The first person to hurt you was Zhang Hong. He has a pair of iron fists that are extremely domineering. Even Master Miao is not sure he can stop him," the steward stood aside and explained expressionlessly.

The little Taoist nodded and said, "I'll remember that. When I get to the Ninth Heaven, I'll go meet him."

"As for the Kyoto Thief Saint you mentioned, please forgive my ignorance, but there seems to be no such person in the Eastern Capital."

The young Taoist priest snorted coldly: "There is no such person? So you mean that I fell like this by myself? Did your precious child run away by himself?"

The chief steward suddenly fell silent.

The princess frowned and asked, "Didn't you open the door to the treasury?"

The little Taoist looked at her coldly and said, "If I can open the lock, why should I break the Five Thunder Formation?"

The princess gritted her teeth and said, "I think of someone."

Prince Fu seemed to remember something: "But isn't he dead?"

"According to the three masters, it's a done deal."

The little Taoist priest looked at the father and daughter in confusion: "Who are you talking about?"

"The Cloud-Exploring Hand of Dongdu, Jade Rat, once broke into the treasure house."

"What cultivation level?"

The princess hesitated for a moment and said, "It should be in the third heaven."

The little Taoist priest shook his head: "It's not him, this person is only in the first level of heaven."

The princess breathed a sigh of relief. She could accept the failure of the plan. At worst, she could just make another plan. But if a dying person came back alive, that would be a bit beyond her cognition.

Prince Fu rubbed his palms and said, "Little Heavenly Master, you said you fought with Mr. Liu?"

The young Taoist priest sneered, "That's right. At this age, he is at the fifth level, which is not bad. However, he has not lasted ten rounds at my hands. If it weren't for Zhang Hong's interference, the academy would have held a funeral for him by now."

Prince Fu and the princess looked at each other in disbelief. "Although the crazy old man in Tianji Pavilion behaves unruly, his cultivation and vision are first-class. The five masters are all outstanding. There is no reason why the new disciple is so incompetent. Are you sure it is the sixth master of the academy?"

The young Taoist priest felt a surge of anger rising up: "You mean, there is no way I can beat that Mr. Six? In your eyes, Longhu Mountain is not as good as the Academy?!"

Prince Fu laughed and said, "Of course that's not what I meant. The old Heavenly Master has great cultivation, so his direct disciples are certainly not bad. However, the young Heavenly Master has never seen Mr. Liu, so it's not surprising even if he made a mistake."

The little Taoist priest suddenly slammed the table and stood up: "Bring me some writing brush and ink."

The chief steward hurriedly brought out the brush and ink, and the young Taoist priest started writing. In a moment, a lifelike face appeared on the paper.

"Take it to the academy for comparison, to see if it is the legendary Mr. Six!" After saying this, the little Taoist priest left in a huff.

The chief steward glanced at Prince Fu, got his approval, and then turned around and handed it over to his subordinates.

As soon as the little Taoist priest left, Prince Fu's kind face suddenly turned angry: "All efforts have failed at the last moment! Where did this Eastern Capital Thief Saint appear from? How could he kidnap the Shen family kid!"

The princess held her forehead and said, "I wanted to take this opportunity to catch all those fence-sitters, but in the end, except for that rude Zhang Hong, no one came. Why are they so confident in the academy? What did we miss?"

"I have calculated every step. If it weren't for this damn Thief Saint, everyone in the academy would have been tied up by us. They would have to either fight each other or give up the members of Huibao Merchants. If Meng Lao Si dares to make a move, I will overthrow the academy. Damn it, damn it, Thief Saint, Thief Saint! Who is the Thief Saint?"

Seeing her father, who was usually calm, so furious, the princess sighed imperceptibly. The Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains and the dagger that could kill with one strike were stolen, the Jade Rat was dead, the man in black was still missing, and the long-planned Huibao Merchants business also fell through. Prince Fu has been having a very bad time recently.

However, she was also very curious, when did a thief saint appear in Dongdu?