Chapter 494 Yellow Bird
Fu Yun began to fight desperately.
Once the swordsmen from Mount Shu start fighting desperately, few people in this world dare to completely ignore them.
Bai Ma frowned as he looked at Fu Yun, who had completely given up on defense and whose sword light was flowing towards him like water.
If I am willing to exchange my injury for my life, I can easily send this young man away with minor injuries.
Why is he in such a hurry?
Since you are in a hurry to die, there is no reason for me to delay it for you.
Bai Ma crossed her hands to block the short spear that was coming down at her head. Her skeleton-like arms were harder than steel against the thunder short spear.
With a flying kick, the monk holding the spear flew backwards. Beside him was an iron chain that Bai Ma had tied around his arm, with which he was fighting purely with spiritual power.
The rope-holding monk's face flushed, and Bai Ma didn't have to make any special move. He just suppressed him with his spiritual power.
Then he felt his body tilted, and the iron chain was forcibly thrown to the side by Bai Ma, causing him to stagger.
The iron chain entangled Fu Yun's sword.
Fu Yun's face was pale. He couldn't even risk his life to seriously injure the other party.
A shiny black nail was stretched horizontally, and with just a slight scratch, it could cut the neck of the beautiful young man from Central Plains in front of him, leaving behind a piece of fine human skin.
Miao Yinhai screamed. She had not taken action before because, for the Tibetans, it was extremely beneath their dignity for a noble to attack a servant directly. Besides, Fu Yun did not kill Doji after all. After the two sides fought, they found that neither could do anything to the other, so she could naturally protect Fu Yun.
When Fu Yun was ready to fight to the death, it was too late for her to take action.
"Cough cough."
Two soft coughs were heard from behind.
The sound was not loud and not very penetrating, so most people could only hear it vaguely.
Bai Ma's nails stopped in mid-air.
Fu Yun struggled to draw out his sword, staggered a few steps and nearly fell, but was caught by Miao Yinhai.
Several guards immediately stood in front of the two men, their faces serious, their eyes looking past the enemy in front of them.
Bai Ma turned his head stiffly, looking at the black smoke that had already dispersed and Doji's legs shaking like sieves.
Behind him stood a man in black.
A long sword was placed around his neck.
With just a light stroke, the neck of the noble young man from the plateau in front of him could be cut open, leaving behind a piece of fine human skin.
"I came here at the right time. What's your name?"
Zhao Yushu held the sword in one hand and patted Doji's face with the other.
"Ye, Ye Ruduoji."
"What identity?"
"Ye Ru, the future master."
"Oh, the second generation, I love killing the second generation."
Doji's teeth were chattering. He had never been so close to death in his life.
He looked at Bai Ma, and Bai Ma, who was always omnipotent, shook his head slightly.
He didn't even know when this person appeared. His ability to hide his breath was even better than his own. If he didn't make a sound, he might not even know that Doji had died behind him.
She couldn't save her master.
"You, who are you?"
"ask her."
"she?"
Miaoyinhai didn't know what his mood should be right now.
She should be happy because she found Fu Yun; she should be sad because of Fu Yun's last resolute look; she should be happy because Fu Yun was not dead, and she should also be sad because the man in black came again.
Of course, she now wished that the man in black would kill Doji with a sword, but once Doji died, Ye Ru would take crazy revenge. For the Bon religion, which was at a disadvantage in both power and religious struggles, it was not good news to completely turn against one of the Five Rus of the Plateau.
"Master said that he is from the underworld. He has tried to assassinate me twice. I don't know who ordered him to do so."
This passage was spoken in Chinese. Now Miaoyinhai really didn't dare to provoke the man in black. To a certain extent, he was more terrifying than Baima, even though he was only in the sixth level.
"The underworld? We Ye Ru have no grudge against the underworld. You, name a price. I can give you double what others can give you!"
"Do you Tibetans like doing business?"
Zhao Yushu wanted to laugh, but Miao Yinhai looked embarrassed and turned his head away.
Last night she asked Zhao Yushu to name a price, and Zhao Yushu's price was her life. Then he casually used a sword to trick her out of her trap.
Today, Doji also asked him to name a price, and Miaoyinhai didn't dare to imagine the following scene.
"You really want me to drive?"
"You open it! As long as there is something in the world, I can get it!"
If you want to brag, just brag hard. Can you give me the throne in Chang'an? Wait, maybe you can. In the past, Tubo conquered Chang'an three times. This difficulty doesn't seem to be particularly high.
"He promised to give us Jiannan Road. What can you give?"
Duoji was stunned. Who was he? Why did he promise Jiannandao? What did the underworld want Jiannandao to do? Who were they working for?
Doji is a mortal, he has no cultivation, and naturally does not spend time on improving his cultivation; similarly, he is the future master of Ye Ru, and his sensitivity to politics far exceeds that of Miao Yin Hai.
For a moment, Duoji's eyes widened: "This is impossible. We can give you Yizhou, but not Jiannan Road."
"Then there's nothing to discuss."
Zhao Yushu got the information he wanted.
Tubo’s ambition was not to take Jiannan Road; Jiannan Road was just a stepping stone.
They were eyeing Chang'an and Jiangnan.
Yizhou is rich, but in their eyes it is just a fat pig that can be slaughtered at any time, and it doesn’t matter if it is kept in the rear.
Doji can die, but as for what consequences his death will cause and whether Tubo will be in civil strife, that has nothing to do with him.
The long sword pressed down and touched Doji's skin. Bai Ma's thin skin almost burst, but there was nothing he could do.
Doji opened his eyes wide, tears started to flow out from the corners of his eyes, along with a lot of unknown liquid.
Miaoyinhai closed her eyes. She could already imagine the snow-capped mountains on the plateau dyed red with blood. She and her believers would lose their last shelter and would not know where to go into exile.
Zhao Yushu didn't press his hand down.
It's not that he doesn't want to kill.
A breath locked onto him, and just in case, a portion of the breath was separated and used to hold down his hand.
He could immediately transform into Madam Xu, forcibly cut off the aura, and then kill Doji, but it would be difficult for him to escape afterwards.
Because this is an interior scene.
"My dear friend, how about you listen to what I have to say?"
A voice sounded in the void, Miaoyinhai's face showed surprise, and he knelt down without hesitation.
Her guards knelt before her.
Bai Ma hesitated for a moment and knelt down as well.
Zhao Yushu tried to move the sword a little bit, and the aura in his hand immediately weakened a lot.
"It turns out that the leader (Bon leader, Samantabhadra Tathagata) has come in person."
Zhao Yushu let go of the sword. He couldn't kill Duoji today. As for whether he could escape from the hands of Samantabhadra Tathagata, it depended on what both parties wanted.
"My dear friend, this is not a plateau, so you don't need to use honorifics."
An old man wearing a white pointed hat seemed to walk out of the water, causing ripples in the air.
The old man walked up to Zhao Yushu, glanced at Duoji who was trembling on the ground, smiled and clasped his hands together: "How is the left envoy?"