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"Brother, is there something wrong?"

Looking at Zhao Yushu's expression, Fu Yun felt something was wrong.

Senior Brother Zhao always does things in a fanciful way but he is always confident of winning. His every move seems to have nothing to do with the situation but he always manages to seize every opportunity to win. The Liao people were so powerful, but in the end, Senior Brother used a trick to kill them all.

What could make Senior Brother Zhao worried?

"You may not like what I say, but I hope you can go back to Brother Wu first."

"so serious?"

"After what happened a few times, I don't dare to gamble anymore."

Zhao Yushu gave a bitter smile, revealing a bitterness that was not in keeping with his age.

"It's not convenient for me to go back to Senior Brother Wu's place, but Senior Brother, I can still help you."

"Ok?"

"You said last time that she was in the Cao Mansion's ancestral temple, right?"

Zhao Yushu couldn't help but lean back and give a thumbs up.

Although I feel a little embarrassed about Comrade Xiao Fu's sacrifice, I have to say that in the whole Yizhou, apart from where Dugu Jiansheng is staying, the safest place is probably the Cao Mansion Ancestral Temple. The leaders of the Tibetan Buddhist Sect and the Bon Religion live there, so even if the Cao Mansion is taken down, nothing will happen there.

"In that case, just pack up and go ahead. Don't worry about those villains for now. Let them continue to search outside."

"What about you, brother?"

"I have to go look for Zhang Hong. I'm worried something might have happened to him."

"Where to find it?"

"Let's go to Shengci Temple first. Even if there's nothing, at least we can find out something."

"Okay, I'll wait here for a while. Maybe he's delayed by something. Senior brother, tell me what he looks like. After you go to Shengci Temple, you can pass by here again."

The two separated at this point, and Zhao Yushu rushed to Shengci Temple without stopping. Since he wanted to inquire, his identity would most likely be revealed tonight.

The gate of Shengci Temple was closed. Zhao Yushu did not introduce himself to the monk guarding the gate, but directly stepped in and headed straight for Puxian Pavilion.

Less than three breaths after he appeared in the temple, a spiritual light swept over. Zhao Yushu stood where he was, letting the spiritual light sweep over him, bowing his head respectfully and saying, "This is a matter of great importance. I beg to see you, Senior. I have something to report to Senior Brother Zhang Hong."

The spiritual light was retracted, and a window on the Puxian Pavilion suddenly opened, and the light came on. Zhao Yushu let out a breath and jumped up with a few leaps.

"Who is the donor?"

An old monk sat on the bed, looked at Zhao Yushu who came in, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Zhao Yushu from Tianji Pavilion of Dongdu Baima Academy, ranked sixth."

"It turns out that it is Mr. Liu who has come to visit. I am sorry that I failed to welcome you in person."

Zhao Yushu bowed and said, "I have no choice but to come to your house so late at night. I made an appointment with Senior Brother Zhang Hong to discuss important matters, but Senior Brother broke the appointment. I am so presumptuous to come and ask you."

"Although Mr. Zhang is a rough man, he is not the kind of person who would break his promise. He did tell me where he was going before he left. It's not that I can't tell Mr. Liu, but I have a question."

Zhao Yushu bowed again: "Please ask."

"Mr. Six, you sneaked in here in the middle of the night without going through the main gate or sending a visiting card. How can I believe that you are Mr. Six?"

Spiritual power gushed out and immediately surrounded Zhao Yushu.

This old monk was different from the maid. He was a real master. Just one move made Zhao Yushu feel unprecedented pressure.

Can fight, but can't win.

This was Zhao Yushu’s first reaction.

There is no chance of winning against the Red Lotus Leader. Even if he plays out all his cards, he still has no chance of winning. But it is different for the old monk. At least he has a chance to escape.

But Zhao Yushu did not move.

He still maintained the posture of bowing, as if he could not feel the majestic spiritual power.

"Based on this courage and insight alone, he is indeed a talented person. I have heard that Mr. Liu's swordsmanship is unique. I wonder if I have the honor to see it first hand?"

Zhao Yushu smiled and drew out his cold iron sword: "I don't know any sword skills, I just stole a few moves of Shushan sword. If you want to see it, I won't hide it."

Before he finished his words, thunder sounded, and the long sword broke through the layers of spiritual power and stabbed towards the old monk without a single tremor.

The room was not big to begin with, and the Thunder Step was like teleportation, and the sword was in front of the old monk in the blink of an eye.

"Well come."

The old monk clasped his hands together and faced the sword directly.

Want to grab the sword with your bare hands?

No, the sword pierced directly into the pair of fleshy palms.

Like a dead tree.

It is indeed a dead tree.

The sword tip stopped an inch in front of the forehead. A pair of hands that had turned into dead wood were pierced by the sword, but the sword's momentum was forcibly stopped.

Zhao Yushu was startled and quickly drew his sword back. There seemed to be some resistance on the sword, but it did not stop him from retracting it.

The old monk raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't believe that Zhao Yushu would take away the sword so casually.

"What a fast sword! I thought I could at least block two inches of it."

"Haha, this sword was given to me by Kunlun Zixiao Zhenren. It has no other advantages except that it is sharp."

"With such a sharp sword, he must be Mr. Liu without a doubt."

After this test, Zhao Yushu was basically certain that the old monk was not from the underworld, otherwise he would not have retreated so calmly just now.

Zhao Yushu sheathed his sword and bowed again: "I'm afraid Senior Brother Zhang Hong is in danger. Please let me know his itinerary."

Zhao Yushu left Shengci Temple overnight and rushed to the Cao family temple.

Zhang Hong said that he had an appointment with someone, but he didn't expect that the appointment was with King Kong of Tubo. The debate was imminent, so why did they meet in advance?

Holding on to some hope, Zhao Yushu went around to the tavern in the Drum Tower. It was already midnight, and Fu Yun had not waited for Zhang Hong.

"I will go with you to the Caofu Temple. You will look for your Miaoyinhai, and I will look for my great lama."

Of course, you can't just enter the Cao family temple whenever you want. There is also a Great Perfection in Tubo, so it is easy to sneak in, but once your tracks are discovered, it will be difficult to talk about anything.

Just because Zhao Yushu revealed his identity in front of Zhang Hong and the monks of Shengci Temple, it doesn’t mean he wants to reveal his identity in front of the Tibetans.

So it was Fu Yun who went to knock on the door.

Fu Yun was very nervous and subconsciously looked back three times at the door as if he wanted to escape, but the great and blind love and the self-touching spirit of sacrifice for the world finally prevailed.

Looking at the wonderful sound sea that rushed out like the wind, Zhao Yushu suddenly felt that it might not be a bad thing for the young couple to leave Yizhou and go to live in Tubo, or to wander around the world.

"I need to introduce someone to you."

Fu Yun blushed and struggled slightly, trying to get rid of Miao Yinhai's hand that was grabbing his arm rudely, but failed. He had to change the subject and turned around. Zhao Yushu, dressed as a scholar in white, walked out from the shadows.

Miaoyinhai's eyes suddenly became alert.

"This is one of my senior brothers, um, last name, last name,"

"My surname is Bai, Bai Jintang."

Zhao Yushu bowed and saluted: "The room that your guards searched at Jianmen Pass is mine."

Miaoyinhai’s eyes suddenly widened and his fingers moved subconsciously.