We agreed that you, a weak strategist, would fight against three heroes by yourself?

Jenny saw this and hurried over, saying to Xiaohong with an apologetic look: "Don't be angry, I'm sorry. My father is not complaining, he just said something he didn't want to say." Jenny's eyes were full of sincerity, and her hands tightly grasped the corners of her clothes.

Xiaohong's face eased a little after hearing this, but she was still a little angry and snorted coldly.

Xiyu looked serious, raised his hand to signal them to stop talking, and said loudly: "Don't argue, I will take responsibility for this matter." His eyes were firm, giving people a feeling that could not be questioned.

Then, Xiyu turned around and shouted at the dark guards: "What are you still standing there for? Why don't you quickly deal with these soldiers?" His eyes flashed with a sharp light, revealing full majesty.

The dark guards heard the words and immediately took action, approaching the soldiers again, and the atmosphere was extremely tense for a while.

One soldier was terrified, with tears streaming down his face. He trembled and said, "It's none of our business. This is all Zha Hu's trick. We don't want to do this." His eyes were full of pleading, and he kept bowing in the direction of Xi Yu.

Xi Yu sneered when he heard this, and his smile was full of coldness. He narrowed his eyes, stabbed the soldier like a sword, and said coldly, "If that's the case, why don't you resist? Instead, obey him? So, you deserve to die!"

When the soldier heard this, he collapsed to the ground and cried in despair, "Please spare my life, we are also forced to do this!"

However, Xi Yu was not moved at all, just looked at him indifferently.

Then, the secret guards raised their knives and killed all the soldiers mercilessly.

They moved quickly and neatly, and then carried the bodies away in an orderly manner. The scene was soon cleaned up, as if nothing had happened.

The old man witnessed all this, and his face was still pale with lingering fear. He walked to Xiyu tremblingly, bowed deeply, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you for your help, young master. I am grateful."

Xiyu raised his head slightly, his face firm, and comforted: "Old man, don't be afraid. If anything happens, I will take responsibility alone."

The old man raised his head and looked at Xiyu's resolute eyes. His heart was slightly relieved, but he still couldn't hide his worry.

Next, Xiyu and others continued to eat as if nothing had happened. They looked calm and their movements were calm, as if nothing had happened in the bloody killing just now.

The old man and Jenny looked at each other, and both of them were full of confusion and shock in their eyes.

The old man thought to himself, "Who are these people? They are so calm after what they just experienced."

Jenny bit her lip and thought to herself, "They are so calm in the face of danger. They must be extraordinary people. Is it a blessing or a curse?"

Jenny gently pulled the corner of the old man's clothes and said in a low voice, "Dad, I think these people are not simple. We have to be careful."

The old man nodded slightly, but he couldn't help but look at Xiyu and the others again. There was awe in his eyes, and a little bit of imperceptible caution.

Xiyu and the others were still eating with relish, as if nothing had happened.

The old man frowned, called Jenny to the backyard with a worried look on his face, and said in a low voice: "The soldiers died, and the higher-ups will definitely blame us in the future. These Central Plains people will leave sooner or later."

Jenny raised her eyebrows, put her hands on her waist, and said firmly: "Dad, don't be so afraid. After all, the Central Plains people are all for our good."

The old man said tremblingly: "Of course I know, but I'm still a little scared." His eyes were full of panic, and his hands kept rubbing the corners of his clothes.

After a while, Jenny came out with a solemn look. Xiyu stuffed food into his mouth while telling Jenny: "Don't be afraid of your father."

Jenny asked: "What are you doing here?"

Xiyu put down the food in his hand, smiled slightly and said: "I'm here to worship Buddha."

Xiyu smiled confidently and said to the old man in a firm tone: "Let's go to the Kushan King's Palace first, meet the king directly, and tell him everything about today." His eyes revealed a kind of determination and courage.

Xiyu and the others finished their meal contentedly and put down their bowls and chopsticks.

Xiyu touched his stomach and smiled with satisfaction, then raised his head, looked at the old man firmly, and said, "Let's go to the Kushan Palace first, meet the king directly, and tell him everything that happened today." His voice was steady and powerful, revealing a sense of confidence.

The old man listened, with a surprised look on his face, frowned slightly, and said worriedly: "The palace is not a place that ordinary people can enter at will. If you go there rashly like this, you may encounter a lot of trouble." There was a trace of doubt and worry in his voice.

Seeing this, Xiyu smiled slightly, patted the old man on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Don't worry, we have our own way."

His demeanor was relaxed and seemed to be full of confidence in his plan.

The old man looked at Xiyu's firm expression, and his worries did not ease. He hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help reminding again: "The palace is heavily guarded, you must be careful." There was concern in his eyes.

Xi Yu nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern, we will pay attention to it."

After that, he turned around and led the others towards the direction of the palace.

The old man looked at their receding backs, and couldn't help feeling helpless and worried.

The old man stood at the door, staring at Xi Yu and others riding away on horseback, with the worry on his face not diminished at all, and his heart was still in turmoil.

His brows were furrowed, his lips trembling slightly, and he muttered to himself: "What should we do? The death of those soldiers may implicate our shop."

Jenny, who was standing by, saw this and hurried to the old man, patted his shoulder gently, and comforted him: "Dad, don't worry so much. If it weren't for those Central Plains people, our losses today would be even greater. Even if the higher-ups investigate, what's so scary? If there is anything, I, your daughter, will take care of it alone."

The old man just sighed deeply, shook his head slowly, and didn't talk to his daughter anymore.

His eyes were full of helplessness and sorrow, as if he had foreseen the troubles that might be faced in the future.

Jenny looked at her father's worried look, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad in her heart, but she forced herself to cheer up and continued to comfort him: "Dad, don't worry, everything will be fine." She held the old man's hand tightly, trying to give him some strength and comfort.

Xiyu sat on the horse's back, the reins were lightly raised, and the horse galloped forward.

Ouyang Linlin turned her head to look at him, with a puzzled look on her face, and asked softly: "Do we really have to go directly to the palace?"

Song Shuwen interrupted and said: "Why don't we go to worship Buddha first, and we can also satisfy Mrs. Ouyang's wish by the way." There was a hint of negotiation in his tone.

Xiyu shook his head decisively, and said firmly: "No, go to the palace first, and make it clear what happened today. Otherwise, the old man in the inn will also be unlucky." His voice revealed a sense of firmness and responsibility.

Ouyang Linlin and Song Shuwen looked at each other, as if thinking about Xiyu's words.

Xi Yu held the reins tightly and continued to ride forward, secretly making up his mind to deal with this matter properly.

While waving the whip to urge the horse, Xi Yu turned his head and said to the people behind him: "But this border is indeed a bit far from the palace, and it may take us several days to arrive. But don't be discouraged, think about it, even if you go to worship Buddha, the largest temple is near the palace, and we will have to pass there sooner or later."

Ouyang Linlin nodded slightly, and the worry on her face was slightly relieved.

Song Shuwen also echoed: "Yes, the prime minister is right. In this case, let's hurry on." There was a bit of relief in his tone.

Xi Yu smiled at them, and a glimmer of confidence flashed in his eyes. He continued: "As long as we keep our confidence, we will be able to reach the palace smoothly."

After speaking, he whipped the whip to speed up and led everyone towards the distant palace.

In the dark cave, Zhao Yun leaned against the stone wall and tried to move his body, but found that he could not move.

His brows were tightly knitted, and his face showed a trace of anxiety and confusion.

A moment later, a figure walked in.

Zhao Yun looked carefully and saw that the person who came was a woman, but she was born like a man, tall and tough.

Zhao Yun's eyes revealed vigilance, and he asked in a low voice: "Who are you?" Although his body could not move, his eyes were still sharp.

The woman looked at him coldly and said lightly: "Just stay here honestly." Her voice was calm, as if she didn't care about Zhao Yun's questioning at all.

Zhao Yun's heart sank, he stared at the woman, trying to see some clues from her expression. There was both doubt and a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

The woman seemed to have noticed Zhao Yun's thoughts. She frowned slightly and said impatiently: "Don't bother, you are powerless to resist now, so save some energy." After that, she turned and walked aside, no longer paying attention to Zhao Yun.

Although Zhao Yun was dissatisfied, he had no choice but to listen to the woman's words temporarily. He secretly thought about how to get out of the predicament.

Zhao Yun immediately said loudly: "We Yixin people originally had treasures, but unfortunately they were robbed by others halfway, so it is impossible for you to get any treasure from us!" There was a little anger and unwillingness in his voice.

The woman heard it and sneered, with contempt in her eyes, "Humph, our master doesn't have such an idea, he wants your people!" Her tone was cold and chilling.

Zhao Yun was shocked when he heard it. His eyes were wide open, his face was full of astonishment, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he couldn't believe it.

He looked straight at the woman and asked with a slightly trembling voice: "Why? I have never met your master, why does he want my people?" At this moment, his heart was full of confusion and fear.

The corners of the woman's mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile, and she replied indifferently: "This is not something you should know." After that, she turned and left, leaving Zhao Yun in deep anxiety.

After a while.

The woman came in with food, she put the food in front of Zhao Yun, and told Zhao Yun calmly: "In a few hours, you will be able to move freely. But don't dream of leaving here, that's impossible." Her eyes were cold and without any emotion.

Zhao Yun tried to move his body and was surprised to find that his arms could still move.

He was already hungry, and he didn't care about anything else, and immediately started to eat voraciously.

He ate very eagerly, as if he was racing against time. Every bite of food was swallowed quickly by him, and his mouth kept chewing, and he didn't even have time to taste it carefully.

When the woman looked at Zhao Yun like this, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile.

There was a hint of ridicule in her eyes, as if she was laughing at Zhao Yun's embarrassment.

Zhao Yun, on the other hand, was completely immersed in the delicious food and did not notice the woman's expression at all.

At this moment, he just wanted to fill his stomach and regain his strength to cope with what might happen next.

After eating, Zhao Yun felt that his physical strength had recovered a bit.

He raised his head, looked at the woman, and said gratefully: "Thank you for the meal. However, I still want to know who your master is and why you lock me here?"

The woman glanced at him indifferently and said calmly: "You don't need to know too much. When you can move freely, the master will naturally come to see you." After that, she turned around and prepared to leave.

Zhao Yun hurriedly called to her, "Wait, can you give me some more water? I'm very thirsty." His throat was a little dry from devouring just now.

The woman stopped, looked back at him, frowned, but still picked up the kettle next to her, poured some water and handed it to Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun took the water and drank it in big gulps. After drinking, he wiped his mouth and continued to ask: "Can you tell me, where is this place?"

The woman replied impatiently: "What's the point of asking so much? You will know when the master comes." After saying that, she ignored Zhao Yun and walked out of the cave.

Zhao Yun looked at her leaving back, filled with doubts and uneasiness. He didn't know what he would face next, but he decided to regain his strength first and then figure out how to deal with it.

He moved his body and felt that his strength was gradually recovering. He secretly prayed that he could survive this crisis safely.

Deep in the palace of the Kushan King, Chachatu was still immersed in the joy with his concubines.

He was leaning on the gorgeous throne, with a satisfied smile on his face, his eyes blurred, completely ignoring the tense battle situation outside.

A group of ministers were discussing anxiously in another part of the palace.

Their faces were solemn, their brows were furrowed, and their eyes revealed deep worry.

An older minister said worriedly: "The king is so addicted to pleasure and completely ignores the situation outside. What can I do?" As he spoke, he shook his head helplessly, and his gray beard trembled slightly with his movements. .

Another minister immediately echoed: "Yes! The war situation is becoming more and more urgent. We must find a way to wake up the king and take charge of the overall situation!" His face was full of eagerness, and his hands kept gesticulating.

"But the king can't listen to any advice now!" A young minister looked embarrassed and paced anxiously.

"If this continues, our Guishang Kingdom may be in crisis!" Another minister sighed and looked worriedly in the direction of Chacha Tu.

Everyone fell into silence, and a heavy and depressing atmosphere filled the palace.

They were well aware of the difficulties facing the country, but they were helpless against the king who was addicted to pleasure.

In the turbulent situation in the kingdom, Chachatu was exhausted physically and mentally. Early the next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the heavy curtains and shone on his desk in dappled patterns.

After some inner struggle, Chachatu finally decided to hand over political affairs to his favorite minister Rostil.

Rostil, a minister known for his shrewdness and ability in the court, seems to be loyal to Chachatu on weekdays, but he is ambitious and secretly rebellious.

The reason why Chachatu made this decision was, on the one hand, that he was really unable to deal with the complex situation now, and on the other hand, it was also because Rostil had shown decisiveness and wit in handling some affairs in the past, which made Chachatu mistakenly think that he It is worth entrusting.

However, Chachatu didn't know that Luostian'er had already secretly colluded with all parties and was just waiting for this opportunity to firmly hold power in his own hands and achieve his ulterior motives.

Some loyal ministers in the court had repeatedly reminded Chachatu to beware of Rostilian, but Chachatu was confused by Rostilian's superficial skills and turned a deaf ear to these warnings.

Now, his decision has undoubtedly pushed the kingdom into a more dangerous situation.

On this day, Rostil was handling affairs in the palace, and a close aide hurried over in a panic.

"Sir, it's not good!" The confidant was panting, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Rostil frowned and shouted impatiently: "Why are you panic! Speak slowly!"

The confidant swallowed, tried to calm his breathing, and said, "Zahu and several soldiers have disappeared now!"

Upon hearing this, Rostil stood up from his chair with a sudden movement, his eyes widened, and he shouted angrily: "What? Missing? How could this happen!"

He clenched his hands into fists, the veins on his arms popped out, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like it could drip water.

"This matter must be investigated!" Rostil gritted his teeth and said, "Find all the relevant people and ask them one by one. I don't believe that we can't find out the truth!"

The confidant nodded quickly and responded tremblingly: "Yes, sir, I will do it now."

After saying that, he turned around and left in a hurry, not daring to stay another second for fear that Rostil's anger would burn onto him.

Rostil looked at the departing figure of his cronies, and the anger in his heart was still difficult to calm down.

He paced back and forth in the room, frowning, and murmured to himself: "What did this idiot Zahu do? He disappeared with his soldiers!" (End of Chapter)