Chapter 429 Worry
Zhao Yushu chose Fleeting Lights and Shadows as his basic footwork because this technique was most suitable for him who was good at assassination, but he clearly remembered that Fleeting Lights and Shadows required spiritual power of cold and yin nature.
And Yang He's Red Lotus Karma Fire, which was so pretentious, seemed extremely masculine and strong no matter how you looked at it. Why could he learn it?
"I don't have time today. I'll tell you another day. You better be quiet these few days and don't let anyone find out your flaws. Also, if you find out anything, you must tell me, otherwise you'd better leave."
Zhao Yushu said in a timid tone: "I'm not stupid. Besides, I'm just investigating the underworld. Your leader may not have anything to do with the underworld."
Yang He remained silent until the boat docked and the two of them stepped onto the pier. Then Yang He suddenly spoke.
"The Red Lotus Cult cannot be without a leader."
Without waiting for Zhao Yushu's response, Yang He went upstairs alone. Zhao Yushu looked at his dejected back and murmured to himself: "The Red Lotus Cult can be without anyone. Only then can it be the real Red Lotus Cult."
"Why are you back so late? I asked you to write a poem, and if you can't do it, forget it, but you sneaked away until dark."
Lan Ling handed over a glass of warm wine, and Zhao Yushu drank it all in one gulp. He sighed, "As soon as we entered the river, I was just thinking of using the posthumous work from the day before yesterday to trick Old Yang..."
"What legacy?"
Sanniang asked, blinking.
I said, girl, can you please not be so serious? You asked me this and I have to copy it right away...
“Have you not seen that the water of the great river comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.”
Yang He’s eyes widened immediately, you really are good at it!
"That's not the point. The point is that Lao Yang happened to see a big fish. Not only did it not surrender, it even dared to attack us. We chased it all the way into the swamp, and Lao Yang fought it for half an hour. You can see how tired he was. He only had a small part of his spiritual power left."
Yang He's face turned red. This kid lied without even blinking.
"Captain Yang is a seventh-level cultivator. What kind of fish could he fight for half an hour?"
Sanniang obviously didn't believe it.
"If he jumps into the water, he'd be lucky to get to the fourth level."
Zhao Yushu immediately fixed the loophole.
"Why did he jump into the water? Didn't you help him?"
Zhao Yushu glanced at Yang He and asked, "Has Sanniang always been so smart?"
Yang He coughed twice and said, "Uh, well, that big fish has spiritual light in its body. I thought, well, I should catch it myself and give it to you, so I didn't ask Brother Zhao to help."
Yang He tremblingly took out a jade ruyi that Zhao Yushu had given him and handed it over solemnly.
The dazzling spiritual light announced the rank of this treasure. Sanniang was startled, her face flushed, and she waved her hands hurriedly: "No, it's too valuable, keep it for yourself!"
Lan Ling took it and stuffed it directly into Sanniang's hand: "Don't let Captain Yang down. If he can get one today, he can get the second one tomorrow. Are you still worried that he will have nothing to use?"
Sanniang held Ruyi tightly in her hands with a blushing face, lowered her head and said thank you in a barely audible voice.
Lan Ling secretly glanced at Zhao Yushu who was standing behind her. Zhao Yushu decisively raised three fingers to her, and Lan Ling immediately gave her a thumbs up in return.
"By the way, where are the fish?"
Sanniang looked up suddenly.
Yang He was stunned and turned to look at Zhao Yushu: "Where's the fish?"
Zhao Yushu blinked: "We ate it."
"Ok?"
Surprise was everywhere.
"Just kidding. This fish was extremely smelly. I asked Lao Yang to burn it with fire. The fire tornado he used was quite spectacular."
Zhao Yushu described in vivid detail how Yang He fought with the big fish for three hundred rounds. Yang He even suspected that he had lost his memory. If it weren't for the dragon ball in his arms, he might have really believed this kid's lies.
"Ahem, in short, this was a really exciting battle. This incident should also be recorded in the Yuezhou County Chronicles in the future."
As the sky gradually darkened, the day's fun came to an end. After returning to the city, everyone had a simple meal and then dispersed.
After returning to the clinic, Zhao Yushu sneaked into Lan Ling's room while Hei Lu took A Dong out to the night market. He picked up the storage bag and poured the contents out of it with a bang. There was another pair of eyes blinded by the light in the room.
Yang He returned to his residence in the branch. The leader's room was next door. When he passed by just now, the room was dark and he didn't know where the leader had gone.
It’s better not to be here.
The few things Zhao Yushu gave him were laid out on the table. Zhao Yushu asked him to choose one, but no matter how thick-skinned he was, he was too embarrassed to really choose one, so he just picked five at random.
The best one was given to Sanniang, and the remaining four were all middle-grade Xuan-level ones.
Then a snow-white bead was placed between the four treasures.
I have never been so wealthy in my life.
Yang He was born into a prominent family in the south of the Yangtze River. His family background had always been good. He was smart at an early age and was truly a child of destiny.
After the Red Lotus Rebellion, Yang He's father was very considerate and sent half of his property and his eldest son over. His vision was as ruthless as that of Old Zhu, the governor of Yuezhou.
But even so, Yang He had never had so many treasures. He only had three items on him now, a lower-grade Xuan-level long sword and two small Huang-level items.
Huh, Yang He exhaled heavily and put the things away. The quality of the dragon balls was too high to fit into the storage bag, so he could only hide them close to his body.
Earth level, this thing is enough to save my life at the critical moment. I owe it to you for this favor.
Yang He took out another thing from his arms, a booklet that had already turned a little yellow.
A glimpse of light.
But his is the complete version.
Find an opportunity to teach him. The book is a family heirloom and you must never give it to him. As for copying it, well, copying it is fine. Most people can't learn it anyway.
If I exchange this high-level skill for a dragon ball, it’s not a loss for you. It’s too much.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard from afar the voices of the sect members guarding the gate welcoming the leader.
Although the Red Lotus Sect Leader is in the inner realm, he still likes to ride on horses or sedan chairs on weekdays and rarely travels high.
Yang He hurriedly put away his things, opened the door and went out.
"came back."
"Ah."
The leader waved his hand to let the two followers retreat, then opened the door of the hut and Yang He followed him in.
"How was the fun?"
"Fortunately."
"Anything on your mind?"
Yang He hesitated for a moment. He had followed the leader for several years and was brought up by him, so he couldn't hide his expression.
"I'm thinking about Zhao Yushu."
"Talk about it."
The leader sat down and Yang He quickly poured him a cup of tea. He was used to it.
"I'm thinking that we will have a war with Dongdu in the future. I wonder which side the academy will stand on then."
The leader glanced at Yang He and asked, "Which side do you want them to be on?"
"It would be best if we didn't help either side, but I know that's hard."
The leader nodded, stood up, and walked to the window with his hands behind his back: "This world is too big, so big that you have to consider too much every step you take; but this world is too small, so small that just a few people can easily destroy everything you have worked so hard to build. Yang He, tell me, if there is no academy, would it be better?"
Yang He felt his heartbeat pause.