Discovering the owner of the Longhu Mountain dungeon made Yan Shouyi feel more at ease. At least he understood the real purpose of the actor going up the mountain.
It was a pity that he failed to take a closer look at the appearance of the Nuo ghost opera successor in the dungeon.
If you stay too long and look too directly, you will definitely be discovered by Zhang Wuma.
When walking out of the dungeon, Yan Shouyi followed Zhang Wuma and carefully observed Zhang Wuma.
Although there is no direct evidence to prove that Zhang Wuma is a spy, Yan Shouyi feels that his intuition is correct, and Zhang Shanli also agrees with his inference, but it is difficult to take action directly without irrefutable evidence.
So how can we find evidence from Zhang Wuma?
The most direct evidence is naturally the stolen coffin-carrying stick.
But Zhang Wuma didn't have anything on his body that could hold the coffin-carrying stick, unless he, like Yan Shouyi, had that magical satchel.
"How did he take away the coffin-carrying stick?" Yan Shouyi touched his chin and thought.
Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes.
If there is no magic weapon on Zhang Wuma that can hide the coffin-carrying stick, is there a possibility that the coffin-carrying stick is actually still at the scene of the incident, but Zhang Wuma used some method to hide the coffin-carrying stick? Already?
At first glance, the coffin-carrying stick is no different from an ordinary fire-burning stick. It is difficult to find it with the naked eye if it is thrown into a ravine. Zhang Wuma only needs to suppress the special aura of the coffin-carrying stick, and it will be difficult to be found.
Yan Shouyi made up his mind to take advantage of tonight to quietly go back to the scene of the incident to check. If he could find the coffin-carrying stick, he could directly capture Zhang Wuma.
Zhang Wuma didn't know that Yan Shouyi had doubted him, so he kindly sent Yan Shouyi back to the Wanfa Zong altar.
After bidding farewell to Yan Shouyi, Zhang Wuma made an excuse to leave. After walking around Longhu Mountain for a few times, he quietly walked into an inconspicuous firewood house.
After pushing the door open and entering the house, Zhang Wuma left a talisman on the door and then said with confidence:
"Guan Laosan has been sent to the dungeon."
A dark shadow slowly emerged from the corner of the firewood room.
The shadow was still in the shadow at this time, but it was much darker than the normal shadow, and it looked vaguely humanoid.
Shadow suddenly opened his bright red mouth and asked conspiratorially:
"Has anyone found any clues?"
"Probably not." Zhang Wuma answered uncertainly.
"Should?" Shadow was very dissatisfied with Zhang Wuma's answer.
Zhang Wuma said quickly: "Zhang Shanli invited Yan Shouyi, the successor of Luban, to enter the dungeon. He chatted with Guan Laosan alone for a while, but he couldn't get anything out of Guan Laosan."
"Yan Shouyi..."
Shadow murmured to himself, wondering what his attitude towards Yan Shouyi was.
Zhang Wuma asked tentatively: "I feel that Yan Shouyi is a difficult character. His presence may ruin our good things. Do you need me to get rid of him before we take action?"
Shadow sneered: "Are you confident that you can kill Yan Shouyi?"
Zhang Wuma hesitated for a while: "There are many masters around him, but I can use tricks. If it doesn't work, you can send me a few people."
"There's no need to add unnecessary complications!" Shadow replied, "Yan Shouyi is a small person, but he can't affect the overall situation. If someone leaks something in order to kill him, the gain will outweigh the loss!"
Zhang Wuma hesitated to speak. In his heart, he felt that Yan Shouyi was not that simple. It might not be a good thing if he was ignored.
But in front of the guy in front of him, Zhang Wuma had no say, so he finally decided to shut up and obey the other person's wishes.
Shadow added: "Now that Guan Laosan has entered the dungeon, there will be nothing for you to do next."
Zhang Wuma asked: "What we agreed before..."
Shadow interrupted: "What you deserve will be given to you naturally. There is no point in asking."
Being so wary of Shadow, a trace of anger flashed in Zhang Wuma's eyes.
It's good that he betrayed Longhu Mountain for his own selfish gain, but Zhang Wuma has a stronger character and longs for recognition.
Even if we do bad things together.
He also wants to penetrate the opponent's core and become the decisive person.
In Longhu Mountain, Zhang Wuma had no chance, but in this Xuanshan Sect, even though he had done so much, he still failed to gain the other party's attention.
This made Zhang Wuma feel very aggrieved.
But it was impossible for him to lose his mind because of this. He soon calmed down, hid the anger in his eyes deep down, and left the firewood room silently.
The shadow also disappeared.
…
Yan Shouyi returned to the Wanfa Zong altar and found that there were not many people here.
The sun was setting in the distance and light rain was falling nearby. Yu Luming and Liu Yiren were still sitting on the Wanfa Zong altar, their clothes all soaked through.
There was even a bird that quietly got into Liu Yiren's arms and took shelter from the rain under her body.
But Liu Yiren remained motionless.
The audience under the Wanfa Zong Altar had already set up awnings, but no one dared to go up to the Wanfa Zong Altar to hold umbrellas for the two of them, because the golden lines on the Wanfa Zong Altar beneath them had spread to two meters. far away.
No one is sure what the consequences of getting close to the two of them will be, or whether it will affect their competition.
It was dinner time, and most of the audience had already gone to the dining hall to eat. Yan Shouyi found it interesting in his heart. It was obviously the most important fight between the two people in Longhu Mountain, but now it was the most unwatched one.
Maybe what everyone really cares about is not who succeeds the Celestial Master, but whether the person who succeeds the Celestial Master is still a disciple of Longhu Mountain. Yu Luming and Liu Yiren are both disciples of Longhu Mountain. In the eyes of outsiders, there is no difference. .
Perhaps the one that attracts the most attention is tomorrow’s battle.
Yan Shouyi found a seat and sat down, looking at Liu Yiren from a distance.
Liu Yiren's face, which was soaked by the rain, looked pitiful and pitiful.
Yan Shou kept sighing.
It's a pity that his heart is too small, he can only accommodate Lin Zitong, and he can't give up even a little bit of position.
At this time, Yan Shouyi suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart.
He couldn't help but cover his chest with a strange look on his face.
The feeling just now seemed like heartache.
The last time he had such heartache was when he learned that Lin Zitong was engaged. That time Yan Shouyi almost collapsed.
Although it was heartbreaking this time, it was not as intense as that time.
After thinking about it carefully for a while, Yan Shouyi smiled helplessly.
He figured out that this heartache was not his, but the general's.
The general also liked Princess Wenyan, but in the end he couldn't help but fall in love with Princess Yushu. He was heartbroken because he failed Wenyan.
"There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time. "
Yan Shouyi covered his chest and whispered: "General, put it down. Maybe if we go far away, Princess Wenyan will be fine."
The feeling of heartache is like a knife cutting, making people feel stuck in their throats. They want to cry without tears. They purse their lips and grit their teeth but don’t know how to express it.
After the feeling became slightly lighter, Yan Shouyi raised his head and looked at Liu Yiren, and whispered:
"The jianjia is green, and the white dew is like frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water! If you follow it back, the road is long and blocked. If you follow it back, you will be in the middle of the water."
"Jianjia is miserable, and the white dew is still there. The so-called beauty is on the water's edge..."
Liu Yiren, who was far away in the Wanfa Sect Altar, was frowning, but seemed to feel relieved after hearing Yan Shouyi's gentle singing.
Right now.
The golden lines under her body were like a snail moving forward. In an instant, it was like a dam releasing water and began to spread rapidly to the surroundings! ! !
In a few breaths, it spread from the original three meters to five meters, seven meters, and ten meters!
Still expanding! !
