Start from the thief

Zhao Yushu is indeed not dead yet, but he is not far from death.

The leader of Beimang Mountain came back faster than he expected.

When the Shadow Steps reaches the inner scene, it can be practiced to the fourth level. The moving distance has been expanded to a hundred feet, and there is almost no pre-swing and cooldown. In other words, as long as the shadows are connected and your legs can keep up, theoretically it is faster than Gu Changfeng.

Zhao Yushu sometimes wondered what the fifth level of the Shadow Step was, how to practice it, and what effect it would have.

Unfortunately, even the secret book only mentioned the existence of this level, and there was no detail at all, which made Zhao Yushu suspect that the author was simply bragging.

"Come down."

A plain voice without a trace of emotion suddenly sounded out of nowhere.

Zhao Yushu stood up without hesitation, then pulled out the Assassin, and the darkness disappeared.

The sect leader has already been lured back by me, so there is no need to continue pretending.

The sect leader was also dressed in black, but surprisingly, there was no emblem on his chest. His face could not be recognized because he was wearing a veil, but his eyes were extremely bright.

"what happened?"

The sect leader watched Zhao Yushu pull Assassin away, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he sat on the chair without even looking at him.

"That fat elder lost the sect's magic weapon, then disabled everyone and tortured them. I killed him and burned the others."

"Fat elder? Oh, you are not a disciple of our sect."

"I don't think so. I can step on the shadows and I can also use the Cloud Hands a little bit, but I haven't gotten started yet."

The sect leader hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did you steal the magic weapon?"

"It can hardly be considered stealing. As soon as I arrived, it automatically fell into my hands. It seemed as if I was its owner."

This was a bit ridiculous, most people wouldn't even lie like this, but the sect leader nodded unexpectedly: "Yes, if not, you can't get close to it."

Zhao Yushu felt that something was wrong. This sect leader seemed a little too nonchalant.

"Are you the leader of the Beimang lineage?"

"Well, the Beimang lineage is a bit vague. Although you youngsters like to call it that, I still prefer the name Guimen. Yin and Yang meet, heaven and earth are connected, and humans and ghosts may not be different. Don't you think so?"

Zhao Yushu subconsciously took a step back when he heard that. This Beimang lineage, no, the leader of Guimen, was too different from what he had imagined. The other party was neither in a hurry to get to the bottom of the matter nor did he kill right away. Instead, his words were suggestive.

"Do you know who I am?"

Zhao Yushu asked cautiously.

"How would I know if you don't tell me? Why don't you tell me?"

The sect leader pulled down his veil, revealing an ordinary old man with a half-smile on his face. Zhao Yushu suddenly didn't know how to start talking. He had a feeling, not sure if it was an illusion, as if everything about him was seen through by this sect leader.

"You have met Yelu Mingjing, right?"

Zhao Yushu's words were shocking.

The sect leader's smiling face suddenly froze.

Theoretically, it is impossible for a person living a hundred years ago to know a person living a hundred years later.

But the theory had long been broken. Ever since Zhao Yushu came here, the concept of time began to become confused.

Zhao Yushu thought that Yelu Mingjing must have been here, but he had no idea when he came and at what time.

"Are you and him from the same place?"

This was the first time that the sect leader was no longer confident and instead asked questions cautiously.

“Is this the real world, or is it just a space? Are we really here, or are we just experiencing history with our consciousness?”

Zhao Yushu did not answer the sect leader directly, but there was some confusion in his eyes.

There were not too many abilities or scenes like prying time in the novels of previous lives, but everyone just wrote them for fun, seemingly forgetting that although time itself exists objectively, it has a clear direction, and this direction is irreversible.

Traveling through time is just a fantasy.

So in what form am I standing here now?

I have fought side by side with several old friends in real life, and if the leader of the sect hits me now, I will definitely die, without any surprise.

"I don't know how you got here, nor do I know how Yelu Mingjing got here, but I am standing here with flesh and blood."

"What did Yelu Mingjing tell you?"

"I told him the secret of longevity."

Yelu Mingjing looked at the old man in the sky with empty eyes, as if he was reminiscing.

"Yes, you sent me there, and you thought you opened up another world that neither of us had ever come into contact with, but in fact you sent me back a hundred years. There, I met a man, and together we discovered the secret of immortality."

The old man slowly came down: "You were studying this kind of shit back then?"

"I begged you at that time. If you just asked, how dare the dog emperor not listen? What did you say? The academy does not interfere in government affairs? If you had asked, why would she have committed suicide?"

The old man lowered his head: "It's my fault."

"Of course it's your fault. If not, why didn't you have the heart to kill me immediately, and just sealed me in a world that no one except you could open, leaving my body to rot slowly? What were you thinking at the time? Did you feel that you had done a great deed by letting me live freely in another world?"

The old man lowered his head further and further.

Yelu Mingjing walked over step by step: "But I can do it too. I secretly learned it when you first tried me out. You have forgotten how smart I am. Otherwise, how could you be interested in me?"

Yelu Mingjing came closer and closer, and there seemed to be light in his eyes.

"It's a pity that I didn't dare to stay with you for a moment until the last time. You finally thought I was dead and buried me. You didn't expect me to crawl out of the grave, and you didn't expect me to live well there. If my body wasn't about to decay, I would have wanted to stay a few more days."

The two of them were less than three feet apart.

"Zhao Yushu is there now, but I am in the inner realm, and he is only in the seventh realm. How long can he last in the hands of that madman?"

The old man suddenly raised his head and grasped a sword blade tightly in his hand.

Yelu Mingjing had drawn his sword at some point, and it seemed that he wanted to use words to shake the old immortal's defenses, and then launch a sneak attack when he was distracted.

Unfortunately, the tip of the sword only pierced the old man's white robe before being restrained.

"Yelü Mingjing, I know you too well."

Yelu Mingjing did not feel the embarrassment of having his sneak attack discovered. Instead, he grinned and said, "Old man, I know you well too."

With one slap, most of the Taoist temple collapsed instantly. The wall between Zhang Tianshi and Li Li was smashed into powder, and there seemed to be layers of Taoist temple shadows flashing in the middle.

Gradually, a figure emerged.

Zhao Yushu lay on the ground with his back facing up, his eyes dark.

"Old man, Master Zhang and his two disciples are right in front of you. What are you going to do?"

"Yelü Mingjing told me that he would send many monks to me."

Zhao Yushu suddenly turned his head and stared at the sect leader with a cruel smile on his face: "What?"

"But you did surprise me because you were the first one to come standing."