The Prodigal Son of Condor Heroes: Li Mochou Wants to Pay for Himself

Zhao Zhijing and Zhang Zhiguang were excited after hearing King Jinlun's plan. They seemed to see the position of the headmaster waving to them, and their eyes flashed with greed.

Zhao Zhijing said hurriedly: "The Dharma King's plan is very good! If we can get the help of Uncle Master Zhou, our chances of becoming the headmaster will definitely be much greater."

Zhang Zhiguang also echoed excitedly: "Yes, Your Majesty. We will definitely act according to your plan and will never let you down."

King Jinlun nodded slightly, with a meaningful smile on his face.

After a short pause, King Jinlun continued, "Now that we have decided, let's go find a suitable cave to hide the royal flag."

Zhao Zhijing and Zhang Zhiguang hurriedly nodded and said, "We will follow the arrangements of the King of Dharma."

After saying that, the three of them hurriedly left the tent and climbed over several hills at the speed of the wind.

Along the way, they kept on marching and did not dare to stop at all.

Finally, when he reached the fourth hill, King Jinlun stopped.

Compared with other mountains, this hill is very different. The trees on the hill are lush and green, and there are various caves scattered all over the hill, one next to the other.

King Jinlun looked around, nodded with satisfaction, and said to himself: "Well, this is it! This mountain is the most ideal."

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there was a cave hidden between two large elm trees not far away. The entrance of the cave was extremely hidden and it would be difficult to detect if not carefully observed.

King Jinlun pointed to the cave and said, "Look, that's a perfect place to hide the royal flag. I will personally place the royal flag in the cave later. When Zhou Botong comes in the evening, you will be responsible for leading him here."

Zhao Zhijing and Zhang Zhiguang nodded repeatedly, their faces filled with irrepressible joy.

The two of them stared at the two big elm trees a few more times, thinking to themselves: With such obvious markings, there is no way we will get the wrong place.

The three returned to the camp, and King Jinlun reminded them again: "This matter is of great importance, and there must not be any mistakes. If you can successfully lure the old naughty boy here and let him take the king's flag smoothly, your position as the headmaster will be just around the corner."

Zhao Zhijing immediately cupped his hands and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. We will definitely go all out and will never let you down."

Zhang Zhiguang said with a serious and firm face: "Please rest assured! We will act carefully and there will be no mistakes to ensure that the entire plan can proceed smoothly."

King Jinlun nodded slightly, then said calmly: "Well, you guys go back to the tent and wait patiently, I will go and arrange everything right away."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around without hesitation and left quickly with big strides.

Zhao Zhijing and Zhang Zhiguang looked at each other, then walked towards the tent together in silence.

At this moment, their hearts were like turmoil. They were nervous about the upcoming action, but also filled with irrepressible excitement.

Along the way, both of them were silent, but their thoughts had already galloped like wild horses. They constantly rehearsed the actions for the evening in their minds and imagined the various scenes after success.

As time passes slowly and relentlessly, every second seems to be particularly long.

After the two men had finished their dinner, their anxiety burned like fire. Unable to suppress it any longer, they slipped out of the camp, came to a sand dune, sat on the ground, and quietly observed the situation around them.

The cavalry guards were seen patrolling back and forth, and their defense was extremely tight, like a solid wall of steel that was difficult to get through.

They secretly sighed in their hearts: "With such a strict momentum, it is extremely difficult to break into the camp. But Master Uncle Zhou was able to come and go freely and even stole the royal flag. His ability is really hard to predict."

Zhao Zhijing slowly raised his head and looked at the dark blue sky. The vast sky covered the vast plain like a huge Mongolian tent.

The stars twinkled in the night sky like sparkling gems, and the Big Dipper was particularly eye-catching.

Zhao Zhijing gazed at the Big Dipper, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

He couldn't help but think: "If what the Dharma King said is true, and I can use the Dharma King's power to help me get the position of the headmaster, then my reputation will spread throughout the world. The three thousand Taoist temples and eighty thousand disciples in the world will all obey my orders. What a powerful existence that would be."

He seemed to see himself standing on a high pulpit, with his disciples listening respectfully to his teachings. The feeling of being superior in front of others intoxicated him.

The more he thought about it, the more proud he became, and he could hardly contain his excitement.

So, he stood up and said to Zhang Zhiguang with a happy face: "Brother Zhang, when I take over as the head of the sect, I will definitely benefit from you. Don't worry, as long as you follow me loyally, I will definitely let you have a place in the Quanzhen Sect."

After hearing what Zhao Zhijing said, Zhang Zhiguang just smiled, but he had his own plans in mind.

He thought to himself, "This Zhao has never been liked by Master and the other five uncles and uncles. Even most of his fellow apprentices have bad relations with him.

Now that such a rare opportunity is in front of me, why should I give it to him?

I also have my own ambitions and ideals. If I can seize this opportunity to become the headmaster, it will be a true supreme honor!

I must not be easily deceived by his empty promises, and must carefully plan my future life path."

At this moment, a black figure suddenly appeared rushing from the west like lightning, dashing left and right among the numerous tents, and in the blink of an eye it had already rushed to the bottom of the flagpole where the king's flag was located.

This man was wearing a loose robe, his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, and his white beard floating in the air. He was none other than the old naughty boy Zhou Botong.

Zhou Botong looked up at the top of the pole and was slightly stunned to find that there was no flag hanging on it.

He originally thought that King Jinlun would definitely have many people with great martial arts skills lying in ambush around to stop them. This would be a good opportunity for him to show off his skills, beat them to a pulp and vent his anger.

He never expected that the king's flag would not be raised. He looked around and saw thousands of tents densely packed together, layer upon layer, with no end in sight. For a moment, he had no idea where to look for his target.