Chapter 490: Exposed Threads
The actions of the two were all seen by Zhao Yushu who was sitting in another corner of the second floor. After Madam Xu hid his spiritual power, no one would pay attention to an ordinary person without spiritual power.
What surprised Zhao Yushu was not Fu Yun's decisiveness and Miao Yinhai's seeming love, but the reaction of the Tibetan monk at the stairs.
The other party lowered his head for the second time, obviously thinking of Fu Yun's identity, but he did not chase him immediately, nor did he go to the box to report to Miao Yinhai immediately.
What is he hesitating about?
Considering that Fu Yun had said before that he wanted to save Miaoyinhai, but was chased all the way back by several Tibetan monks, something seemed to be wrong.
If Miao Yinhai just wanted to kill Fu Yun, with her scheming and means, there would be no possibility for Fu Yun to escape from Tubo, and he might not even survive to reach Tubo.
But if he just wanted to drive Fu Yun back, this drama would be a bit too much. With his own eyesight, he could clearly see that if he had not taken action that night, Fu Yun would definitely have died at the hands of the three monks.
"Ha, I am stupid. The Tang Dynasty was torn apart, so why can Tibet be united as one?"
Zhao Yushu drank a glass of wine with self-mockery, threw down a dozen copper coins, and walked leisurely up to the third floor.
He was very satisfied with Fu Yun's performance. After the kid calmed down, he should not die for a while. So let him deal with his little lover for a while.
As your senior, I will go and hold the door for you so that the person who has been hiding behind you can come out and show himself.
I am unfamiliar with Jiannan Road, so it is impossible to catch the person behind the scenes directly, but fortunately there are two people who can lead the way.
Miaoyinhai searched for a long time on the long street, but Fu Yun's breath quickly disappeared. The Tibetan goddess never knew how to hide her emotions, and she was too lazy to do so, so her face was filled with disappointment and unhappiness.
It was all the fault of those incompetent and daring subordinates. It would have been bad enough that he lost his life, but he actually scared his lover.
Miaoyinhai turned around angrily. Beside him were four loyal guards, and behind him stood a Tibetan monk who was temporarily assigned to help.
Three of the five men died, and the remaining two were useless, fit only for odd jobs like guarding the door.
Wait, why is there only one?
Miao Yinhai walked straight towards the confused monk. The coldness in her eyes made this monk, who was obviously one level higher than her, shiver uncontrollably.
"What about him?"
"he?"
The monk was stunned for a long time before he realized who the hostess was talking about. He turned around subconsciously and found that there was indeed no sign of his companion beside him.
At such a critical moment, as a guard and a servant, he failed to keep up with his master's pace, which is a capital crime in Tubo.
"I think, maybe his cultivation is low, and he was on duty outside the room, so he didn't hear the master's order. I, I will go call him now!"
The monk looked up at the railing of the tavern and was about to jump up to look for it.
"Stop! Something's wrong."
The low level of cultivation was just an excuse. How could he not have heard me jumping out of the box? Even if my reaction was slow, I had been standing there for quite a while and should have come down by now. Therefore, he must have been in trouble.
You dare to be alone against a master who can still gain the upper hand against four sixth-level guards? If you don't get into trouble, who will?
A drunken Tibetan was carried out of the north gate by a Tang man. Along the way, the Tang man kept mocking the Tibetan for not being able to drink as much as they boasted.
There have been a lot of Tibetans coming to the interior recently, and many of them have made friends with the Tang people. The soldiers guarding the gate have long been accustomed to this.
In the mountain stream, Zhao Yushu pulled out a silver needle from behind the Tibetan monk's head, put on a black robe, and slapped the monk hard.
The Tibetan monk woke up slowly and subconsciously covered his face.
In fact, the other person would wake up even without the slap, but Zhao Yushu just wanted to try it. Although it was a bit cheap, it felt really good.
"you!"
A Tibetan word popped out of the Tibetan monk's mouth, and what greeted him was a sword tapping his forehead.
"Speak Central Plains dialect."
"It's you!"
"it's me."
"What are you going to do!"
"Asking knowingly."
It was obvious that the Tibetan monks were not very good at speaking the Central Plains dialect, and their language skills were limited to daily communication. They were still confused by relatively advanced vocabulary.
"I'm here to kill Jiang Baijiacuo, and I'll kill you at the same time."
Zhao Yushu was straightforward.
"How dare you kill my master!"
The Tibetan monks were very angry.
"Isn't it the same for you?"
The Tibetan monk's anger was stuck in his throat.
"You didn't do what your master asked you to do, so I have to do it. Similarly, you didn't do what you should have done, so you will die too."
Humph, let's see the world's strongest mouth that can even fool the inner scene. Zhao, just bluff. If you succeed, everything will be fine. If you fail, I will kill you and throw you under the mountain. Then I can bluff someone else. It's a sure win.
It took the Tibetan monk a long time to figure out what Zhao Yushu was talking about. The expression on his face was so wonderful that it could be selected into the Beijing Film Academy textbook to teach those young people what it felt like to win the lottery jackpot in three seconds and then find out that you would be infertile for life.
"Master, there is no such order!"
"Is that so? Then I guessed wrong. Goodbye."
With a flick of the sword, Zhao Yushu kicked the angry monk, who had died before he could figure out how he died, off the cliff. There were three bodies of his companions below.
"It's not an internal fight? It can't be a secret crush, this is too bloody."
Zhao Yushu swung the cold iron sword, put it into the storage bag along with the black robe, changed back into Alibaba's attire, and walked back to Jianmen Pass.
Now I have three identities in Jianmen Pass: Alibaba, the scholar in white, and the assassin in black.
These aliases are enough to confuse all enemies. If they dig deeper, they will even find that these identities belong to different forces.
No wonder my best friend in the previous life also liked to change his identity. It’s a pity that I can only pinch my face once. I wonder if there is a treasure in this world that can make me a faceless man.
The Tibetan monk who stayed with Miaoyinhai was on the verge of collapse.
The Tibetan warriors were not afraid of death, but now their companions were missing, and in just a few short breaths, a cultivator of the fifth level was kidnapped silently from the crowded street, without even being able to raise an alarm.
What's even more terrifying is that his current master, the goddess Miaoyinhai of the plateau, also expressed great distrust in him and directly sent him back to Tubo. He had to leave now, immediately.
After being sent back by the goddess, his future in Tubo can be said to have come to an end. From then on, no one would dare to trust him, whether friend or enemy. No resources would be inclined towards him, and no one would let him leave.
If nothing unexpected happened, the rest of his life would be spent guarding the serfs who were repairing the temple, and slowly rotting with them in endless labor.
But what if there is an accident?
The lonely monk looked back at Miaoyinhai who was walking back to the inn with an arrogant look on his face, and recalled the task assigned to him before he came here.
The mission has not been completed yet. If I really go back now, it will be a dead end and no one will speak for me.
But if that noble person comes, is there anything I can do for him?
Call him here as quickly as possible.