Zhang Yangping, with the wind at his feet and the wind and clouds at his side, swept through the trees like a god on clouds.
Although the Great Zen Temple promised not to pursue them, there was no guarantee that they were just playing a game of words. If the Great Zen Temple does not pursue them, what about the people of the Northern Zhou? Don’t think that just because a monk doesn’t lie, you can underestimate them. That Buddhist hand of tongue can speak lies with truth.
It is said that there are two kinds of men in the world whose words cannot be trusted, men who cheat on their wives and monks.
Zhang Yangping was convinced of this. As a member of the Taoist sect, he had experienced the power of many monks.
With this in mind, Zhang Yangping’s footsteps became swifter and swifter.
However, he did not notice that he had inadvertently walked further and further out of the way to an unnamed valley.
The first half of the valley was extremely desolate, but after a corner, it was an extremely quiet and vibrant green area.
The valley is surrounded by a small lake, which is blue and reflects the azure sky, making it a pleasant sight.
It is a beautiful sight.
On a large rock in front of the lake was a figure in black clothes, his back to Zhang Yangping, gazing at the beautiful scenery between the mountains and the water.
As soon as Zhang Yangping saw this figure, he felt very familiar, but he could not recall where this familiarity came from. Zhang Yangping asked himself that he did not have any acquaintances in God’s Capital, and he had been living in seclusion since coming to God’s Capital, so if he had any acquaintances, he would not be unable to recall them.
“Fellow Daoist, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”
A leisurely voice came, and for some reason, it caused Zhang Yangping to stir. However, he also remembered who this person was.
“Zhang Jiao.” Zhang Yangping uttered this name.
Shortly after coming to the divine capital, Zhang Yangping had once gone out to find out about Gong Zi Yu’s local situation in Northern Zhou, and had coincidentally met this man who was dressed as a Confucian scholar but practised Daoist mysticism, and had had a conversation with him at that time.
Although this so-called conversation was guided by Zhang Yangping’s spiritual power.
But Zhang Jiao, despite his Daoist mystical arts, was too weak-minded and afraid of Gong Zi Yu’s might, so he could not become a great weapon after all.
“Why are you here?”
On the way to escape, suddenly encountering someone not really familiar, anyone would be suspicious.
Not to mention that ——
Zhang Jiao had only met himself on one side and was not considered strong, yet he was certain of his identity without ever turning around.
This kind of performance makes Zhang Yangping’s heart suspicious.
“I am here, precisely waiting for ——” The black figure stood up and slowly turned back, “You, fellow Daoist.”
The last four words, the other party’s voice suddenly became odd and thick, as if several people had spoken in unison, their voices overlapping together.
And the bronze mask that turned back to reveal the identity of the other party was also revealed.
“Gong Zi Yu!!!”
No one could understand Zhang Yangping’s complicated feelings at this moment. He never thought that a person he had casually met on the street would be the great enemy, Gong Zi Yu.
If he had known that Zhang Jiao was Gong Zi Yu, he would have asked his third uncle, Zhang Yuanfeng, who was nearby at the time, to kill him directly.
In this way, there would have been no need for Qiao Baixuan to calculate the location of Gongzi Yu, which eventually led to the pursuit of the people of the Great Zen Temple.
It can be said that if Zhang Yangping had known about Zhang Jiao’s hidden identity, none of this would have happened.
But the world is unpredictable and there are many changes, and among these many changes, there is absolutely no but. If Qing Yu hadn’t shown up today and revealed his mouth, Zhang Yangping would never have thought in his lifetime that the man he picked at random on the streets of God’s Capital would be the one who cost Longhu Mountain so much, Gong Zi Yu.
After regretting his loss, Zhang Yangping’s eyes suddenly went wide and his face looked shocked. Even when he had just discovered Zhang Jiao’s identity, Zhang Yangping did not have such a horrified look, but now, he did.
“Is all this under your control?” Zhang Yangping said in an astringent voice.
“Under control?”
“Haha,” Qing Yu laughed, “do you think I guided all of this? Qiao Baixuan’s measurement, the Dragon Veins’ counterattack, even the Great Zen Temple’s strike, and your arrival here, you think I directed all of this?”
“You really have a rich imagination. Hahahaha ——”
Qing Yu laughed long and hard, “You think too highly of me. Although I am above Qiao Baixuan, the personal disciple of the Elder of Time and Destiny, in terms of attainments in Yi, I am far from being qualified to guide the actions of such a powerful person as the Great Zen Temple, especially Abbot Xin Yuan.”
“I am merely going with the flow.”
Yes, going with the flow, Qing Yu was merely in a state of unparalleled clarity, seeing through the developments and going with the flow.
What Qing Yu had done in this already concluded war of attack and defence against Tianji was in fact nothing more than self-preservation, plus a pa*sing moment to dump a pot on Mount Longhu and the others.
He had not expected that the Great Zen Temple had two Tong Shen realm powerhouses in the Divine Capital in addition to the Spirit Gate, and at his realm, he was far from being able to calculate the whereabouts of such powerhouses.
He likewise could not calculate that Abbot Xin Yuan would strike, and, still, that his strike would be a thunderous one, demanding the lives of all the people from Mount Longhu who came to Northern Zhou.
Zhang Yangping did not come here unconsciously because Qing Yu was guiding him. It was someone else who was leading him.
Qingyu glanced slightly sideways and quietly glanced at his index finger. Under the effect of the “Heavenly Son’s Lookout Technique”, he could clearly see that a thin, seven-coloured thread was wrapped around his index finger.
This thread appeared to be virtual but not real, with a form but no substance, yet it was not visible to anyone. Only those who have attained a certain level of attainment in the art of celestial mechanics and Yi can see this thread of cause and effect.
The other end of the line is connected to Zhang Yangping, and it is it that is guiding Zhang Yangping, not Qing Yu.
As for the person who did this, the water has now come to light. It was none other than Abbot Xin Yuan of the Great Zen Temple who had quietly and secretly plotted against Zhang Yangping.
After Qing Yu had taken away the Qi of the Dragon Vein and alerted Abbot Xin Yuan, he had quietly contacted Qing Yu. The reason for the contact was for no other reason than to eradicate Zhang Yangping.
Qing Yu entangled this thread of karma and Heart’s Edge secretly guided Zhang Yangping to come, after this, Zhang Yangping’s life and death would depend on Qing Yu’s ability.
”It really is not poisonous, not bald. With Shi Jue, a maverick disciple, Xin Yuan, a master, is no better.” Qing Yu sighed in his heart as he removed the seven-coloured threads that were wrapped around his index finger.
With Qing Yu’s attainment, he was able to remove the threads and avoid being targeted by Xin Yuan.
He would never have imagined that Heart’s Edge, the most powerful person in the Heavenly Ranking, would put himself down to a*sa*sinate such a youngster as Zhang Yangping. Although it was only done by hand, Zhang Yangping would have been honoured if he knew he was being counted on by such a powerful person.
However, this also gave Qing Yu the answer that one should never overestimate the temperament of the powerful.
