Finding out who was in charge 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 heir to the Nuo ghost opera 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 sticks.
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 Zhang Wuma did not have a magic weapon that could hide the coffin-carrying stick, is there a possibility that the coffin-carrying stick was 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 smell of the coffin-carrying stick to make it difficult for others to find it.
Yan Shouyi made up his mind to take advantage of tonight to quietly go back to the place where the incident occurred 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."
In the corner of the firewood house, a dark shadow slowly emerged.
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 experts around him, but I can use tricks, but if it doesn't work, send me a few people."
"There's no need to add extra trouble!" Shadow replied, "Yan Shouyi, a small person, can't affect the overall situation. If someone leaks something in order to kill him, it will be more than worth 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 right to speak, so he finally decided to shut up and go along with the other person's wishes.
Shadow added: "Since 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 into the opponent's core and become the most important 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 approaching 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 canteen 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 I had this kind of heartache was when Yan Shouyi almost collapsed when he learned that Lin Zitong was engaged.
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 understood 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 had 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 fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
Can this feeling be recalled? But at that time, I was already at a loss."
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 like they are stuck in the throat. 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 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 shining. 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.
At this moment.
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 all directions!!!
In a few breaths, it spread from the original three meters to five meters, seven meters, and ten meters!