Chapter 403 Mobilization Order
Zhao Yushu is a person who rarely places his hopes on others.
It may be due to the natural vigilance of a time traveler, or it may be due to the sensitivity of the Jade Rat's identity.
Even if he had to rely on others, he would now only trust people in the academy and a few friends.
The Red Lotus Sect Leader had never been his friend.
Why do I subconsciously think that everything will be fine if the leader comes back?
He even thought about delaying the matter until the leader returned to Yuezhou.
When did you have this idea?
It was rare for Zhao Yushu to break out in a cold sweat in such a cold weather.
Ever since I came to Yuezhou, I seem to be at a disadvantage everywhere. But if it was just a general disadvantage, it would be fine. Comrade Lao Zhao has fought back against adversity or even desperate situations more than once or twice. But this time is indeed the first time in history that I almost fell into the trap without even seeing the enemy.
"Mr. Liu, your breathing is disordered. Are you feeling unwell?"
Old Jiang put away his sword and looked serious.
"No problem. May I ask, Mr. Jiang, what kind of person is the leader?"
Jiang Lao's expression instantly changed from solemn to respectful: "The leader is a genius. Whether it is literary talent, military strategy or internal affairs, he is the best among people. He is also proficient in astronomy and geography, and knows the mountains and rivers of the world like the back of his hand. He is also a master of military tactics. Only then could he, under Li Tang, raise an army with only a hundred people and conquer half of Jiangnan. Even if his cultivation is the most unimpressive, it is still the inner view of the top of the world!"
Zhao Yushu was stunned. Although there was definitely some flattery and blind worship in Mr. Jiang's words, some things were real and could not be faked. For example, the leader of the Red Lotus Sect did lead a rebellion with more than a hundred people, and in just a few years, they defeated the Tang Dynasty.
Can people really be proficient in so many things?
Such a powerful leader is worshipped by his followers, but to Zhao Yushu, he is terrifying. As a time traveler, he knows how difficult it is to acquire knowledge. Even though the efficiency of knowledge dissemination in previous lives was ten or a hundred times higher than it is now, there were already very few experts who could master one aspect. It was impossible for someone to know so many things at the same time!
The Red Lotus Cult leader has a big problem!
Of course, I can only think about this in my heart. If I dare to say it publicly, I don't need to wait for the leader to come back. Everyone in Yuezhou City will spit at me to drown me. If I don't die, they will throw me into Yunmengze and do it again.
Was it this kind of power that influenced the Red Lotus followers, causing them to trust their leader unconditionally and subtly influence themselves?
Zhao Yushu found that he could not give an answer.
"Mr. Jiang, can I borrow your sword? I'm not going to hit you, so don't be so stingy."
Holding a teacup, Old Jiang looked at the young man's swordsmanship, which seemed to be disorganized but extremely fast. He kept thinking in his mind that if this swordsmanship was aimed at him, how much strength he would need to use to defeat the opponent.
Sixth level? It seemed not enough. Jiang Lao narrowed his eyes, a little surprised. If he only had the sixth level, he would have died after the third sword.
With the same level of cultivation, you can only support three swords? !
Seventh heaven?
Old Jiang looked at the sword technique that seemed to be extremely fast, but the next sword could be even faster. He was filled with awe for the Shushan sword technique that had been passed down for thousands of years. He was even more afraid of this Mr. Liu. How long had he studied the Shushan sword technique?
Jiang Lao suddenly took a step back. Twelve Swords! The Seventh Heaven faced him head-on, but he was not only unable to win, but also only blocked a mere twelve swords!
If this boy is an enemy of the Red Lotus Sect, he must be killed at all costs!
"Alright! Your killing intent is getting stronger and stronger. If you keep doing this, I will have no choice but to fight you."
Old Jiang took a step forward and stretched out his hand. Zhao Yushu turned around abruptly and handed over his sword.
Old Jiang’s beard rose up out of thin air, and he raised his wrist slightly, ready to release his palm power.
However, what was handed over was the hilt of the sword.
"Why is Mr. Jiang so nervous?"
Zhao Yushu handed the sword to Old Jiang, and through practicing sword skills, he forced himself to increase his sharpness and break the feeling of powerlessness of being stuck in the quagmire.
No matter how knowledgeable you are, the Red Lotus Sect Leader, if it has something to do with the underworld, then let's just have a good fight.
Who made me a reckless man?
"Let's go have breakfast."
Zhao Yushu was doing chest expansion exercises and strode towards the dining room. A sweaty man appeared in the courtyard.
Zhu Xian spent a whole night but gained nothing. He didn't find the man in black robe, but he did catch many people in black clothes, but every one of them was unlucky.
"Master Zhu, it is not a good idea to continue searching like this. The whole Yuezhou is in a panic because of a so-called underworld person whose authenticity is unknown. When the leader comes back, I am afraid he will blame us."
A middle-aged woman frowned and said that she was one of the three protectors of Yuezhou. Zhu Xian found them overnight, hoping to use their power to implement high-intensity control over Yuezhou.
"The old helmsman was assassinated, and every Yuezhou person should do their part. I think that since we have already started, we might as well do it thoroughly. At least, there should be no more trouble before the leader returns."
Another man with a feminine look glanced at him and said, "You are the guardian of Yuezhou appointed by the leader himself. The leader clearly stated that if something urgent happens, you have the power to make the decision. What do you want to do?"
Zhu Xian's eyes gradually became gloomy: "I will lock up all those who have bad intentions in Yuezhou City."
All the people in the government office and the Honglian branch were mobilized, orders were issued one after another, and the branch's top management expressed their unconditional support for Zhu Xian's decision.
Yuezhou City officially declared martial law, all non-essential trade was stopped, and all people had to stay in the city unless necessary. Everyone who had to enter or leave the city had to be checked by the monks, and anyone suspicious, especially foreign monks, had to be temporarily detained.
The small Yuezhou naturally did not have enough power to carry out this task, but with the urgent letter that the captain sent to the leader before his death, and Zhu Xian's subsequent report, although the leader did not rush back in person, he directly sent dozens of monks from the surrounding branches to rush over overnight, and all arrived in Yuezhou before dusk, almost exhausting the surrounding high-end forces for this purpose.
At the same time, he urgently dispatched 3,000 Jiangzhou Hengjiang Archer Guards to rush to the aid of Yuezhou. At this time, they were riding at full speed day and night. Within a few days, Yuezhou would become an airtight iron barrel. Others didn't know, but unless the old man or Gu Changfeng came in person, Zhao Yushu would never be able to leave Yuezhou.
However, Zhao Yushu didn't feel anything. He ate and drank as usual and waited for dark. But this made life difficult for the spies in the East and West Capitals. Within just one day, one spy after another was accidentally caught. The rest could neither run nor hide, and could only play hide-and-seek with the monks running around in Yuezhou City. They were tortured to the point of living a life worse than death, and they wished they could just surrender.
In the center of the entire vortex, Mr. Zhao Yushu, the sixth teacher of the academy, blew out the lights in the room and lay obediently on the bed, waiting for his arm. Old man Jiang blew out the candle with a whoosh, and Assassin and Kunwu started at the same time.
Old Jiang scratched his bald head and said, "It must be because I'm old and too sensitive."