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The arrival of the Tang angel is a big event. According to the rules, the Emperor of Liao must hold a banquet tonight to welcome them.

Since this is a matter of face for both countries, the imperial teacher naturally has to accompany the emperor. As long as the emperor is not dead and no one has reached the palace gate, he cannot leave.

But his guards could leave. Not only that, if he were not the imperial teacher, the guards would not even be qualified to enter the palace and participate in the banquet.

The guards must leave. Every night he has to seal the spiritual power of the two inner scenes. Even though he has set up an impeccable trap, he is still not arrogant enough to think that he can let the two inner scenes mess around in there. If they really get serious, either of these two people can turn Linhuang Mansion upside down.

Moreover, now he suddenly felt less confident about those seemingly foolproof traps.

Zhao Yushu appeared in the Taoist temple and followed Zhang Tianshi.

When did he arrive?

If it happened after he and the national master left the Taoist temple, it would mean that both he and the national master had guessed wrong, which would be a huge blow to the confidence of these two smart people.

And if I had searched Zhang Tianshi's residence before and didn't find him, then either he had the ability to hide his body so that I couldn't find him, or he went to Li Li's yard and came back intact.

This made him even more unacceptable.

Zhao Yushu is only at the seventh level, how could he have the ability to destroy the heavens?

"Yelü Mingjing, where are you going in such a hurry?"

The guard stopped, turned slowly, and looked at the old man who slowly walked out of the shadows.

"There is wine and meat in the palace, it is warm and safe. You are old and you don't want to enjoy it. You run out to the cold wind. Aren't you afraid that your old bones will not be able to bear it?"

Old Ge laughed: "It's hot and stuffy in the palace. There are people who curry favor with the powerful and have ulterior motives. It stinks. I'm old and can't stand the foul air. The air outside is still fresh."

Second uncle, or Yelu Mingjing as mentioned by Ge Lao, smiled. His already handsome face looked even brighter when he smiled, and he didn't look like a man in his forties at all.

"Back then, you didn't even have the courage to face me."

"These days are different."

Yelu Mingjing slowly drew out his sword. This sword once frightened Ge Lao. With one man and one sword, he killed all the masters in Chang'an City, leaving Ge Lao without the courage to face him.

In recent years, he faked his death and sneaked back to the Liao Kingdom. He has been planning for so long, it is impossible that his skills are not as good as before.

"Yelü Mingjing, are you the Lord of the Underworld?"

"Is it important?"

"important."

"I don't think it's that important whether a dying person knows or not."

Mr. Ge also laughed.

"Then take pity on this dying old man of ours and tell me."

Yelu Mingjing was stunned. He didn't expect that Ge Lao would suddenly lower his posture. He was even waiting for him to say something cruel like "it might not be certain who will die."

"Ha, hahahaha, good, that's right, I am the Lord of the Underworld."

Elder Ge nodded and said, "You have spent more than ten years gathering followers in various parts of the Central Plains..."

"No, not subordinates, but like-minded people."

Yelu Mingjing shook his head and interrupted.

"Yes, they share the same ideals, and the first ones are Wangjiang Tower Master and Red Lotus Sect Leader. They are too obsessed and are most likely to be persuaded by you."

Yelu Mingjing shook his head again: "It's not that they can be persuaded by words. These two are both extremely talented people. It's useless to just talk. If I want them to stand with me, I have to show something."

"This thing is naturally a blood pill."

"Yes, it is the blood pill."

Mr. Ge frowned and said nothing more.

"What, you don't believe it?"

Old Ge nodded, "Yes, I don't believe it. If you took out the blood pill more than ten years ago, it doesn't make sense that it suddenly became popular last year. Before that, there has never been any rumor about the blood pill appearing in the world. Even if you, Yelu Mingjing, can keep the secret, there are nearly ten inner scenes in the underworld alone, and there are even more good and bad people below. They can't keep their mouths shut to this extent. If I'm not wrong, your blood pill was only successful last year."

Yelu Mingjing was slightly stunned and wanted to say something, but didn't say it.

He is the world's top master, and he believes that in terms of martial arts alone, no one in the world can match him except the old immortal. In terms of wisdom, there are only a few people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him. If others are stupid, lying is fine, but if he still tells lies after being pointed out, it is really hard for him to open his mouth.

"What you said moved them is that there is no academy, no Tang Dynasty, no Liao Dynasty, no emperor in the mortal world, only you monks are high and mighty, right?"

Yelu Mingjing's expression finally changed.

"You are not that old eunuch."

Old Ge laughed loudly, "Indeed, he is not. In the past, he was Eunuch Ge, and now he is the real Old Master Ge. Yelu Mingjing, you are wrong, but not completely wrong."

Mr. Ge took out a talisman paper that had become somewhat dim from his arms.

"This is the Longhu Mountain's Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Talisman. You were indeed talking to Mr. San just now. I am just delivering the message on his behalf. Yelu Mingjing, this talisman still has a little spiritual power left. Do you have anything else to say?"

"Interesting, interesting, Wei You, you were still a teenager and a mortal back then, and I never wanted to take action against you. Now that I think about it, maybe I should have gotten rid of you earlier."

Mr. Ge pondered for a moment, and the spiritual light on the talisman in his hand disappeared completely.

"What did Wei You say?"

"Well, he said that these words have now reached the ears of the Liao Emperor. You shouldn't have left the banquet so early."

The veins on Yelu Mingjing's face were exposed, which was rarely seen. The tip of the sword pointed at Ge Lao: "You really have to die today."

Mr. Ge stretched out his hands from his sleeves, and two whirlpools caused the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to blur.

"I just lied to you about what I said."

"Which one?"

"It's still uncertain who will live and die today."

Old Ge laughed, rushed forward, and met the steel sword with both palms.

Zhao Yushu sat on the wall picking his teeth, feeling a little bored.

Logically speaking, my second uncle should have come a long time ago. I had already finished my meal and walked around the wall several times to digest the food. If he didn't come, I would probably have to go to the toilet first.

On this side of the wall, Master Zhang was meditating to recover. The later his second uncle came, the more spiritual power he would recover. If they fought, he would have a better chance of winning. If he didn't come tonight, then perhaps he would be able to fight with him for a few dozen moves tomorrow.

On the other side of the wall, Zhao Yushu couldn't see Li Li.

"Senior sister, if you can hear me, please reply."

No one paid any attention to him because that was not the real world at all.

Zhao Yushu actually didn't want to meet his second uncle. He had no chance at all. But now he had to meet him, because if he didn't meet him, he wouldn't be able to find a way to crack this Taoist temple.

But Zhao Yushu seldom forced himself into a situation when he knew he was going to die. It was not that he was unprepared. For example, he had been squatting on the wall since he finished his meal.

If his second uncle wanted to kill him, he would just jump down. Then his second uncle would either let him find a way out or come in together. Zhao Yushu was more than 50% sure that he would not dare to come in, and the other half was that he thought he might not lose to his second uncle in there.

Old Zhao, who was daydreaming, suddenly saw a figure walking in through the door of the courtyard. Suddenly, all his muscles tensed up.

"This isn't the first time we've met."

Yelu Mingjing walked in, with bloodstains on his body.