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During his previous conversation with Yelu Mingjing, Zhao Yushu realized that Ge Lao was not dead.

Yelu Mingjing is a person who makes the best use of everything. If it would be more beneficial to him if Ge Lao died, then Ge Lao would definitely not survive. But Ge Lao is so important to Zhao Yushu that it is obviously better for him to be alive.

Only living people can be used to control the opponent; dead bodies will only increase the opponent's courage.

Before this, Zhao Yushu was only 90% sure, but now he is 100% sure.

Because he got the black sword, he got Zhanlu.

"On behalf of the heaven, I patrol the myriad worlds and see all things before my eyes."

Zhao Yushu couldn't understand the first half of the sentence, but he understood the second half.

See the future.

But not without limitations and costs.

The most obvious thing is that even if you only look at the very near future, the spiritual power consumed is extremely alarming. Zhao Yushu almost exhausted his spiritual power just by making a simple prediction of finding someone in a city.

Even someone as strong as Yelu Mingjing felt unwell after using it several times in a row, and he didn't even have the courage to continue chasing Zhao Yushu.

It is nothing but a foolish dream to expect Zhanlu to find a way to defeat Yelu Mingjing.

Zhao Yushu wanted to find a way to save the old man, but the old man directly rejected it.

"Do you really think you're someone important? You can't find it even if I work you to death, little bastard!"

The old man didn't learn to be a little gentle and kind in his last days. He was still as arrogant and annoying as ever.

But it is not without benefits. The ability to see into the future is incredible in any worldview, and there is an even more obvious benefit.

He is in the eighth heaven.

Zhao Yushu's upgrade is different from others. Others may not be able to improve their cultivation even after practicing for a lifetime, but for him, as long as he is given enough magic weapons, he can reach the inner realm in the time it takes to eat a meal.

Similarly, without the magic weapon, his life would be the same.

Others rely on talent, hard work and luck, but he relies on weapons.

Zhao Yushu looked at the trembling monks in front of him and uttered a word lightly.

"roll!"

Monks are usually high and mighty, and very few people dare to humiliate them like this.

Unless the other party is also a cultivator, and his cultivation level is much higher than yours.

Several Liao monks looked at each other, still hesitating and struggling.

This is the Imperial Master's Mansion, the second most important place in the entire Liao Dynasty's Linhuang Prefecture, second only to the Liao Emperor's Palace. Even if all six tribes were wiped out, it would not be as serious as a break-in here.

The monks in charge of guarding this place are naturally no mediocre ones, there are even some masters.

Facing an Eighth Heaven, if you retreat without fighting, you will never be able to enjoy the good life in Linhuang Prefecture in the future.

"Delay him for a while. His Majesty will send Neijing soon."

A monk encouraged everyone in Khitan and then stepped forward. We are all in the eighth heaven. Even if you are the sixth master of the academy, it is not difficult to defeat us, but it may not be that easy to kill us, not to mention there are so many of us.

He was good at using a whip and could kill enemies from a distance of ten feet, so he took the lead and raised his hand to swing the whip.

The whip fell to the ground, and the remaining Liao monks all took a step back. The monk holding the whip covered his throat, his eyes widened, and blood flowed from between his fingers.

Zhao Yushu didn't even look at him and continued walking forward. This time no one dared to stop him.

Zhao Yushu walked through the front yard, passed through the living room, bypassed the back hall, and broke into the study. He placed the black sword on the neck of the imperial teacher, whose face was full of anger but whose body could not help but tremble.

The other party's cultivation level rose and fell with his fluctuating emotions. Zhao Yushu narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did Yelu Mingjing teach you?"

The national teacher remained silent.

"If you have the ability to suppress your inner state to the third level, then I will admit defeat today. However, you are only at the fourth level. What's the point of suppressing it? Top masters suppress their auras to hide their weaknesses, but you are just being mysterious. Where is Master Ge?"

"Are you Zhao Yushu?"

The national teacher has held a high position for many years, and few people dare to mock him like this, especially when the other person is just a young boy.

Although the Imperial Master did not know what exactly happened in the Taoist temple, he saw Yelu Mingjing leave, and now Zhao Yushu came.

This means that Yelu Mingjing lost this round.

As soon as the Imperial Master finished asking the question, he groaned and looked at Zhao Yushu with horror, whose expression was stern.

A black sword pierced his shoulder.

"Where is Mr. Ge?"

Zhao Yushu used Zhanlu to confirm that Ge Lao was still alive and in the Imperial Master's Mansion, but he did not go further to explore the future, because Zhanlu was not a way-finding prop, it was just revealing all possible futures, and this future would include Zhao Yushu's every move.

If he continued to use Zhanlu until Zhao Yushu's spiritual power was exhausted, he might not have even finished demonstrating the result of the battle he had just had with several Liao monks in the front yard.

In that case, why not just ask directly?

The Imperial Preceptor never dreamed that the other party would attack so rudely. After all, he was the Imperial Preceptor of a country, on the same level as Prime Minister Di of the Tang Dynasty. Even the seventh-level angel minister of the Tang Dynasty would have to be polite to him. To put it another way, even if the two countries went to war and he was captured, the Emperor of Tang would keep him well-fed and well-dressed so that he could be used for future negotiations.

Putting a sword to one's own neck is already a great humiliation, and now hurting others immediately after a disagreement is horrible!

How can you be worthy of being called a disciple of the academy!

"In the back, in the second wing on the south side."

The national teacher is not a fool. If you are facing someone who does not take your life seriously, he will really kill you with one sword if you are still arrogant.

Zhao Yushu put away his sword, raised it, split the back wall of the study with one sword, and walked straight out.

The Imperial Master is a politician, and the life and death of a politician is decided by Li Qi and Li Tong. Of course, if Master Ge is abused or killed, all the cultivators in the Imperial Master's Mansion will not be able to escape.

The door was split open with a sword. There were no traps or guards. Ge Lao was lying on the bed with a pale face, and only a servant was taking care of him.

The servant was a mortal man, and when he heard the noise he was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy in Khitan.

"Don't embarrass him."

When Mr. Ge opened his eyes and saw the murderous Zhao Yushu, he forced a smile.

"Okay, let's go."

The servants fled away tumbling as if they had been pardoned. Zhao Yushu stepped forward and sat beside Ge Lao, slowly helping him up, and the spiritual power of the mountain god surged over.

"This spiritual power is truly amazing."

"We got it from killing a monster who claimed to be a mountain god in Jiufeng Mountain. Unfortunately, it's a bit far from here. If we were near Jiufeng Mountain, the effect would be better."

Old Ge patted Zhao Yushu's hand and said, "It's a small matter. Yelu Mingjing's sword is really powerful. I thought that since I haven't fallen behind in the past ten years, I can at least fight him for dozens of moves. But who would have thought that he hasn't fallen behind and is even stronger than before. Hahahaha, I'm getting old."

"I'll take you out."

"Okay, okay, is the old immortal here?"

Zhao Yushu's expression darkened: "Here it comes."

Mr. Ge was stunned. He was best at observing people's expressions and seeing Zhao Yushu's look, he immediately guessed what had happened.

"Quick, take me there!"