Chapter 178 Moonlight Full of Bow and Sword

Chapter 178 Moonlight Full of Bow and Sword

"Please spare my life, sir. I have money if you want it!" Master Zheng spoke these eight words at the fastest speed in his life. The cold light stopped, only an inch away from his eyes.

"The job went wrong, and it has nothing to do with money." Zhao Yushu said gloomily, pinching his throat.

"Thing? What happened?" Master Zheng was a little confused.

Hmm? This old guy understood everything last night, it doesn't seem like he was acting, can it really be that he has nothing to do with the prince?

"Of course it's the academy's business."

"Academy? I have sweated for the academy! I have earned money for the academy! Heaven and earth can bear witness, I know, you are the chief priest, right? This old guy couldn't beat Bai Ma, so he was so angry that he wanted to go home. It wasn't me who asked him to leave! I, I, the academy you are talking about is Jiangning Academy, right..." Bachelor Zheng was filled with righteous indignation, and suddenly realized something, and his voice became lower and lower.

Zhao Yushu sneered a few times and did not respond.

"White, white horse?" Master Zheng trembled with fear.

Zhao Yushu snorted coldly and moved the dagger forward another half an inch.

Master Zheng tried to lean back, but the back of the chair was behind his head, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not distance himself from the dagger.

"I, I have never done anything detrimental to the academy!"

"That's why you deserve to die."

"Ah? I, I really don't have the courage to do it. I'm just an ordinary person. I, I don't want to be a chief priest anymore. I don't love money anymore. Please let me go, man!" Mr. Zheng burst into tears. He just wanted to be a teacher and make some money. How did he end up in a fatal disaster?

"Your Highness is very disappointed in you."

Another gust of wind blew, and only these words remained in the air. Zheng Xueshi cried for a long time before he finally picked up his handkerchief and wiped his face: "Someone, prepare a bucket of water. I need to take a bath!"

There is nothing wrong with Wanqing's matter. It turns out that this old guy was just soft-hearted for a moment. The prince is the future helmsman of the empire after all. If he really uses such a despicable trick, Old Zhao will look down on him.

Sitting on the roof of Jiangning Academy, looking at the brightly lit Jiangning City, Zhao Yushu pondered for a moment. Now that he was here, should he go somewhere else to have a look? Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of his cool look?

There are scenes inside Wangjiang Tower, so you can't go in. If you go in, you'll be slapped in the river and there'll be no place to complain. The government office is where the prince and the princess live. The prince himself is a cultivator, so you can tell with your toes that there must be cultivators from the inner chambers secretly guarding him, so you can't afford to offend them.

Zhao Yushu looked left and right, thought again and again, and suddenly, he missed that little bastard Wang Shaolin.

The house of Duke Yue is easy to find. The biggest thing about Jiangning is that there is no emperor's palace here, and no king is conferred here. Naturally, no one dares to build a garden bigger than the Duke's Mansion.

A big house has its advantages, such as being easy to find. You can just squat on any of the high towers and spot it. But a big house also has its disadvantages. There are dozens or hundreds of rooms, and who knows which room Wang Shaolin's grandson is hiding in!

Even if Zhao Yushu had ten guts, he would not dare to force his way into the Duke's Mansion. With the heritage of the Duke of Yue's family that has been passed down for hundreds of years and sharing the same destiny with the country, even if there was no interior scenery, there were at least guest officials who had perfect exterior scenery to guard the mansion.

You can't even get too close!

Zhao Yushu came to a Buddhist temple. It was built by a Buddhist ancestor of Yue Guogong more than a hundred years ago. It was considered a family temple. The ancestor had difficulty walking, so he built the temple directly at the doorstep of his house without caring whether it was appropriate or not, as long as it was convenient for him.

And now it is convenient for Zhao Yushu.

Standing at the highest point of the nine-story pagoda, Zhao Yushu bent his bow and drew his arrow. The full moon behind him reflected his tall figure, and his black clothes rustled in the night wind.

Spiritual power gathered into the bow. This was an ordinary longbow. It would be completely scrapped after releasing this arrow, and this last arrow would also show a charm that it should never have.

With a bang, Zhao Yushu put away the longbow that was broken into two pieces. He had never practiced archery before, so he didn't intend to hit anyone with this arrow. In order to avoid accidentally hurting him, he even shot directly at the tallest building.

A meteor streaked across the night sky and fell straight towards the Duke's Mansion.

A hand suddenly appeared in the air and grabbed the meteor. The next moment, the hand appeared on the top of the pagoda.

Empty.

"Who are you, the bastard, who dares to come to the Duke's Mansion and cause trouble? Show up immediately!" The voice rumbled, but disappeared in an instant when it was about to spread out of the Buddhist temple, as if it was blocked inside the temple by an invisible wall.

Also blocked was everything in the Buddhist temple.

At this moment, not only a fly, but even a grain of sand could not fly out of the temple.

However, Zhao Yushu disappeared the moment the arrow was caught. He flashed with a series of shadow steps and appeared in the Duke's Mansion a few breaths later.

Perfect way to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

An old man in linen clothes stood on the top of the tower with a serious look in his eyes, and the arrow in his hand slowly turned into ashes.

Judging from the strength, the archer was definitely not above the sixth level. There was no reason why this level of cultivation could be hidden from my perception. My speed was also not fast enough to allow this daring guy time to slip away. But where was he?

Could it be a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain? The old man thought of this possibility, but still did not move. He still did not believe that someone could hide from his perception and disappear directly from the temple.

It must have been hidden somewhere using some secret method. Anyway, there was more than one guest in the Duke's Mansion, and he was going to have some fun with this youngster.

Zhao Yushu was running fast in the shadows, and he actually tricked out an inner scene, which he didn't expect. Who knows if that inner scene will come back the next second. It is impossible to kill Wang Shaolin tonight, but it may not be impossible to scare him and give him some psychological trauma.

The sudden action of the inner scene master obviously caused a great impact on the Duke's Mansion. At least from the memory of Duke Yue, no one dared to come to the Duke's Mansion for decades. Even the guests from the outer scene were panicked for a while, after all, they had no experience.

It was already the limit of the power and financial resources for Duke Yue to support one inner scene. After all, even Prince Fu could only afford to support one inner scene, and a little more outer scenes. At this time, a female scholar of about the sixth level pulled Duke Yue from the bedroom to the lobby quickly, and a Confucian scholar of the fourth level also came over with Wang Shaolin.

It is human instinct that when everyone gathers in a spacious and bright place, they will feel much safer.

Zhao Yushu used Madam Xu to hide the fluctuations of his spiritual power, and quietly walked to the shadows near the lobby and hid there. He separated a very small amount of spiritual power and circulated it to his ears, hiding it from the two cultivators' senses while listening attentively to the movements in the hall.

"Dad, what happened?"

"Young Master, the old man Wuxi suddenly took action just now. I think there must be some villains spying on the Duke's Mansion. Don't worry."

Wuxi elderly? A question mark popped up in Zhao Yushu's mind. Are there any Tongling elderly people?

"Humph, where did this arrogant fellow come from? How dare he come to the Duke's Mansion to cause trouble? When Elder Wuxi catches him, he will be tortured!"

"Shaolin, be careful with your words!"

The Duke shouted softly, "At this time, Jiangning is in a state of great turmoil. Who knows if the person coming here is some hermit or a great master? How can you be so arrogant and speak so wildly!"

"That's what father taught you!"

Zhao Yushu was secretly surprised after hearing this. This Duke of Yue was indeed very different from Wang Shaolin. If he didn't know that a single memorial from this man could cause hundreds of thousands of people to be displaced and their families to be destroyed, he might have been deceived by his apparent humility.

One is the sixth heaven and the other is the fourth heaven, there is a chance.

Zhao Yushu held three silver needles in his hand and poked his head out from the shadows.