Start from the thief

The Liao Dynasty was actually founded earlier than the Tang Dynasty, but its territory was not as large at the time.

When the Liao people first started out, they were very brave and good at fighting. However, as the territory they occupied grew, their desire to make progress grew weaker. In addition, the influx of culture and materials from the Central Plains directly led to the gradual corruption of the Liao people's top leaders.

The result of corruption did not make them as cunning as some people in the Central Plains, but they fell into a state of half-cooked rice, unable to think straight and not as brave as their ancestors.

So Zhao Yushu watched with his own eyes as the old man tried hard to put on his armor that had been dusty for who knows how many years, but finally took it off again. Then he angrily led his sons, sons-in-law, and family soldiers on tall horses and marched towards another mansion.

"I knew you were coveting my golden wolf. It must have been stolen by you, you bastard!"

"Bah, I already have a golden wolf, what do I need from you old man? If you're drunk, go back and find your girl to warm your bed, why are you running here and making a fuss?"

"You just want to get one more son for your piglets. You know they can't wag their tails and ask the king for one like you do!"

Zhao Yushu looked at the group of grown men arguing loudly below, but he couldn't understand what they were saying, so he became extremely anxious.

"Why don't you just stop arguing? If you're angry, take out the golden wolf and show it to him. Just show off to him that you have it and he doesn't. What are you arguing about?"

After arguing for a whole incense stick, the suppressed ancestral blood began to awaken, the leaders on both sides began to draw their knives, and the children and grandchildren behind them began to draw their bows and arrows. This should be a wealthy area, and a group of people who were looking for fun also climbed up the wall in a swagger. Some of them who were on good terms with the two men even put on armor and picked up swords to rush over to help.

Zhao Yushu swore that he just wanted to steal something and had no intention of causing a direct fight between the entire Liaoyang Prefecture. He also couldn't understand how a quarrel between two old men could lead to such a large-scale fight.

Fortunately, there were people in Liaoyang who were not completely calm. Just before someone shot the first arrow, a gust of air came from far away, causing the night wind to rumble and hit the two of them hard.

Wow, the monk is here.

And it wasn’t just one person who came.

There were four cultivators in total, with their cultivation levels ranked 7654 in order, standing in a row between the two old men, with an astonishing aura.

"What are you doing? You are old, why don't you stay at home and drink and sleep? You are really anxious. Youzhou is just to the south, let's go!"

The great monk must have a very high status, and he started cursing. Even though the two old men were both heroes who had won the Golden Wolf, they didn't dare to talk back.

"He stole my golden wolf."

The old man muttered cautiously.

"fart!"

Another old man followed decisively.

"Come on, everyone, and speak properly!"

The great monk's brows were furrowed so much that water was about to come out of them. If they were ordinary military nobles, he would have slapped them one by one and sent them home to reflect on themselves. However, these two were both great contributors who had won the Golden Wolf. If they were brought to the Liao Emperor, the Liao Emperor would have to appease them politely. If he was not a monk but just the highest administrative chief of Liaoyang Prefecture, they would not even pay any attention to him.

Seeing this big guy coming to calm the situation, Zhao Yushu felt relieved. At this moment, what he least wanted to see was them really fighting each other. What he wanted most was to see a calm and smart person come to deal with it. In this situation, it was impossible to simply appease them.

"If you don't believe me, let's go and take a look. He will definitely put my golden wolf together with his. We can tell at a glance!"

"Look then, if you don't see it, I want you to kowtow and admit your mistake!"

If Zhao Yushu could understand, he would definitely sneer. What kind of logic is this? Why do I have to put the stolen things together? If I don’t have them and you say I put them somewhere else, should I accompany you to search the house again?

If this happened in the Central Plains, a minor official would have hit you with a stick to calm you down after hearing you say this. However, in Liaoyang Prefecture, a group of people actually rushed in, including some who came to watch the fun and to help. There were more than a hundred people squeezing in.

Zhao Yushu hesitated for a moment, took off his hood and face mask, and crawled out from a shadow. He picked up a fur hat from a bystander and put it on his head, then followed the crowd in.

As expected, as soon as they entered the mansion, the great monk stood still and scanned the area with his spiritual light. He then ordered the other three monks to climb up the wall. The spiritual light completely covered the mansion. If Zhao Yushu was still squatting on the wall, he would either have to force his way in or pretend to be an ordinary person and lie down without moving.

Fortunately, I am very smart.

Although there were many torches in the night, it was impossible to illuminate everyone's face clearly. Zhao Yushu deliberately landed near the end of the crowd. Everyone was busy looking forward, but no one noticed him.

The owner of this house obviously liked the golden wolf more. He did not hide it but placed it directly in the living room, covering it with a colored glaze cover from the Western Regions and placing two candles next to it. Although the golden light was faint, the glory it brought was very dazzling.

"Look, is it one or two? Humph, I guess you can't tell. Do you think you can count with your brain?"

The master mocked him to the utmost, and the old man was so angry that his face turned pale and he almost drew his sword again.

"Okay, he didn't steal your golden wolf, go home and look for it carefully, it's gone, it's all gone!"

At the great monk's command, the old man had to leave in disappointment no matter how unwilling he was. His opponent did not make things difficult for him and forced him to kneel down before him, otherwise there would have been a bloody battle that no one could have stopped.

The farce started off well but ended badly, and the spectators went home disappointed. Zhao Yushu followed everyone out of the yard, shaking his head, and then disappeared into the shadows.

The smoke cleared, the moon rose to the zenith, and a head emerged stealthily from the wall of the courtyard. It stretched out its hands and feet and moved towards the golden wolf, the only thing reflecting light in the darkness.

Then he stopped and stood up straight.

"I knew there was something fishy going on here. Which bastard is so brave as to dare to target the Golden Wolf?"

The governor of Liaoyang Prefecture came out from behind a screen with his hands behind his back, looking at the thief in black in front of him and sneered in his heart.

Who am I? I am the smartest and most powerful person in Liaoyang Prefecture. Do you think you can hide such a trick from me? But who is this cultivator from the third heaven? Is he a disciple from a certain family or a hired cultivator? I have to give him a good beating tonight and find out who is behind him.

Although Zhao Yushu didn't understand, he guessed that the other party must be showing off to him smugly that he had seen through his tricks. But to be honest, he was surprised that the other party could wait here. He thought that no matter how smart the Liao people were, there were limits. But when he thought about it, the other party could also produce a wise man of the level of a national teacher, and there was no reproductive isolation among them, so he had a bit of a stereotype.

So Zhao Yushu raised a finger outside the face towel, which was where his lips were.

"Shhh."

A cloud of mist surged over, and the monk could sense nothing.