Chapter 332 Bounty
Zhao Yushu is not as relaxed as he appears.
As soon as he left the academy, he was targeted, but he didn't know which side his opponent was on.
How many people want to kill themselves right now?
Emperor Li Huan of Chang'an is one, the underworld is one, the Duke of Yue who had a grudge against him for killing his son is one, and even Li Jian of Dongdu is one.
Moreover, these people clearly knew that they had at least the strength of the fifth level. Very few people, such as Chang'an, considered themselves to be at the seventh level.
My journey won't be particularly smooth.
The drama before their eyes had reached the point where both sides came out on stage and pretended to fight with knives. Then a skinny monkey nimbly broke through the escort agency's defense, rushed over, howling and slashing at Zhao Yushu with a knife.
With a scream, the skinny monkey covered his arm and lay on the ground wailing. Zhao Yushu looked at the long sword given by Zixiao. Well, it was indeed extremely sharp, and not a drop of blood was seen.
"Brother, brother, it turns out that you are both civil and military, oh my!"
The middle-aged man with a mole was kicked over by another hero, and then a steel knife was placed on his neck.
"Put down the sword!"
The melee stopped and everyone stopped fighting tacitly and looked at Zhao Yushu.
"Hey, help me, ouch!" The middle-aged man kept wailing, looking at Zhao Yushu eagerly.
Lao Zhao burst out laughing: "Brother, if I put down my sword, we will both die. Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you."
"Ah? My dear, I have old people and young children to take care of. You can't just stand by and watch me die. You are a scholar!"
"Yes, I am still from the academy, and I am still a monk. You took a few mortals and tried to get close to me, hoping that I would surrender. Which genius came up with this idea? Have I been a good guy for too long, so you all think I am an idiot?"
The autumn wind blew, and the big man who was holding the middle-aged man down felt his eyes blurred, and a hand grabbed his wrist: "I put down the sword."
With a crack, the big man rolled on the ground, howling in pain, holding his broken arm.
Zhao Yushu put his hand on the middle-aged man's head and said, "Generally, I won't attack ordinary people, but if the other party wants to harm me, that's another matter. I say, brother, do you want to harm me?"
The middle-aged man trembled like a sieve: "No, no, little brother, when did I ever want to hurt you?"
The hand on my head seemed to be clasped a little tighter: "I ask, you answer. If you make a mistake, your head will explode. I won't say it a second time. You can take a gamble."
The middle-aged man was about to say something, but Zhao Yushu's grip tightened again: "I don't like talking to idiots, and I don't like others treating me as an idiot. You can continue to deny it, but I'm going to start asking questions."
Zhao Yushu looked around. The escorts, robbers, and travelers were all huddled together and shivering like quails. At a glance, they were all mortals. "How did you catch up with me?"
"We waited at Longmen for several days. When the man asked us to go over, we went over."
Zhao Yushu nodded: "What if I didn't get in your car?"
"Longmen, many convoys have been arranged. We really don't want to harm anyone, ah!" Zhao Yushuo exerted a little force with his fingers, and the middle-aged man immediately urinated on the ground.
"God, spare my life!"
"If I were a mortal, wouldn't I have been killed by you? Who is that person?"
"I don't know, I really don't know, maybe he is a god!"
"How many benefits did you get?"
"One, one hundred taels, if the gods spare my life, I'll give you all the money!"
There was one thing Zhao Yushu didn't understand: "Even if I put down my sword, what can you do to me?"
The middle-aged man hesitated, and subconsciously glanced at the big man who came out to block the way first.
"You, come over and tell me." Zhao Yushu pointed at the big man. The big man shivered and walked over tremblingly. He took out a porcelain bottle from his arms: "That man asked me to give you this to eat. It should have been put in the food, but you didn't eat our food along the way, so you can only block our way here. We were bewitched for a while, please have mercy on us, God!"
Zhao Yushu took the porcelain bottle and shook it. It was most likely poison. "Look, you keep asking me to spare your life, but the person who gave you the money still hasn't come down to save you."
Zhao Yushu looked up at the top of the mountain. His eyes seemed to penetrate the forest and the mist. A voice mixed with the fifth-level spiritual power came from afar: "Are you going to come down, or should I go up?"
On the top of the hill, a sturdy young man smiled disdainfully at an old man beside him and said, "I've said it before, how could a dignified Sixth Master of the Academy care about the lives of mortals?"
A veiled woman behind him laughed and said, "Maybe they are smart and saw through our plan long ago."
A scholar sat on the ground, fanning himself: "Can you call that a strategy?"
The old man paused while leaning on his cane and said, "Okay, if you've been discovered, just get out of here. Don't let Mr. Liu look down on you."
Four figures floated down, speeding down over the treetops, pressing Grammar.
Zhao Yushu threw the middle-aged man aside, flicked his hand, and a handful of silver needles flew out, and suddenly there were a lot of evil people covering their arms and wailing on the ground.
Although the crime is not punishable by death, they still need to be taught a lesson. The pain for three or four days will be enough to teach them a lesson.
A group of four people landed in front of Zhao Yushu, and both sides glanced at each other with spiritual power without any courtesy.
The old man with a cane is at the sixth level, and the remaining three are at the fifth level. Judging from their confident looks, they are most likely not from Chang'an. If Li Huan were to cause trouble for them, they would all start at the seventh level.
"Mr. Liu, nice to meet you." The old man stepped forward and bowed.
"I wonder who you are, and how have I offended you?"
"I am just a wandering person in the world, how can I trouble Mr. Liu to write down my name?" The old man laughed and moved the cane in his hand slightly, and a hint of green flashed by.
"You guys come to kill me, but you don't even want to tell me your name. Isn't that too rude?"
The scholar shook his fan and said, "Don't blame me, Mr. Liu. We just want to kill you quietly, then quietly collect the reward, and finally live the rest of our lives in silence. No one knows if you have any sound transmission treasures, and we don't want to offend the academy."
Zhao Yushu said, "Then at least tell me how much my head is worth, right?"
"Haha, Mr. Liu is really interesting. How can your head be calculated with silver and money?" The masked woman walked up with a twist of her waist: "Those are two earth-level treasures!"
A pink fragrance blew in his face, and Zhao Yushu stepped back violently. However, it seemed that the other party had already anticipated his response. A hint of green suddenly spread out where he stood.
Zhao Yushu felt a pain in his right eye and tears flowed uncontrollably. The green mist was poisonous.
Zhao Yushu almost instinctively stretched out his hand to the right and handed out the cold iron sword.
The long sword stabbed diagonally, and two short, oddly shaped scimitars crossed, locking Zhao Yushu's long sword tightly. Moreover, the man's force was so great that Zhao Yushu was unable to pull it back in a hurry.
"I will send Mr. Liu on his way!" The scholar's voice came from the waist, and he waved the folding fan from bottom to top. A breath mixed with purple-black light quickly cut towards Zhao Yushu's throat.