Su Donglou laughed in silence, thinking what kind of subordinates Lu Fengyu had. He took the teapot and poured a bowl of tea, but did not drink it. He just said lightly: "Sister, I want to ask you something. I heard that there was a fairy in Shenxian Ridge more than a month ago, but the fairy did not see it, but a ghost came out. I came here specifically to catch ghosts. Sister, do you know where this ghost is hiding?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, then she stood up and looked Su Donglou up and down. There was a hint of smile between her cold and beautiful eyebrows, but she said angrily: "Are you a ghost catcher? You are not a monk or a Taoist priest, what kind of ghost do you catch?"
"Although I am not a monk, I have my own methods." Su Donglou laughed, and sure enough, the woman smiled even more brightly. He nodded and said, "In that case, when the sun sets in a while, you can follow me. If you ask me other questions, I may not know them, but this ghost has brought disaster to my family. Even if he turns into wind, I can recognize him."
Su Donglou smiled and said, "That's great. Let's wait until dark before we start. Madam, please take out all the food you have. I will have enough energy to catch ghosts after I am full."
The woman brought out steamed buns and flower rolls from under the table, and set up a pot to fry a few dishes. This was not just a small teahouse. As long as you please the other party, you can even have food. Su Donglou had traveled a long way and was hungry. He ate quickly, and saw that the red sun was about to set. So he grabbed the long sword on the table and said to the woman, "Sister, can you close the stall and come with me now?"
The woman was straightforward and packed up quickly. She took Su Donglou into the lush mountains and walked seven or eight miles to the middle of the mountain. After turning seven or eight times, they found a simple house made of bamboo. She pointed there and said, "The ghost is here, but you have to wait patiently, sir. I'll take my leave now."
After saying that, she left. Su Donglou looked at her back and sneered in his heart. He thought that what he did was too obvious. Lu Fengyu was a suspicious person. How could he not keep you to monitor me? There must be someone secretly monitoring me. Haha. He wanted to act like a generous person who trusted him wholeheartedly, but he didn't think about his own character. Did he think I didn't know him? Killing talent. You are playing this trick on me. Let's see how I will deal with you when you fall into my hands in the future.
As he was thinking, he was extremely curious about the identity of the owner of the hut. Could the person there really be Long Pingzhang? Tingxuan sent a message saying that something big had happened to Lu Fengyu and asked him to investigate. Is this the so-called big thing? Long Pingzhang came back to life and quietly came to Shenxianling to settle down. This was extremely unfavorable to Lu Fengyu, so he roared angrily like a waste.
This is where Lu Fengyu's brilliance lies. He deliberately left a few clues in front of Duan Tingxuan. If the other party is involved with Su Donglou, he must pass on the news. With the two confirming each other, Su Donglou will definitely believe that Long Pingzhang is really back from the dead. By then. Even if he kills Long Pingzhang to gain his trust, he will definitely hesitate and question. And if Su Donglou obeys orders obediently and sees Long Pingzhang and then cuts off his sword, then he can trust him wholeheartedly. This shows that he has no connection with Duan Tingxuan and really wants to help King Xiangyang gain the world, so he will not hesitate to give up this opportunity to turn against the court and make merit.
In fact, Lu Fengyu was not wrong. Although Su Donglou looked calm and composed, he was struggling hard in his heart. However, he still underestimated the tenacity and responsibility of Su Donglou, a great man in the martial arts world.
Su Donglou never told Duan Tingxuan about Long Pingzhang's resurrection, because he knew very well that if he told his good friend about it, given his good friend's feelings for Long Pingzhang, he would definitely not let Long Pingzhang die. But then, how could he really gain Lu Fengyu's trust?
So even if that person is really Long Pingzhang, he must die. Even if he has some clues, since he is still stranded in Shenxianling and has not returned to the capital secretly, it means that the clues have not yet yielded any results. As long as he can truly gain the trust of King Xiangyang and Lu Fengyu, the secrets in Shenxianling can be solved sooner or later, and he can also better protect Duan Tingxuan and his wife, so sacrificing Long Pingzhang is definitely worth it.
Su Donglou believed that if Duan Tingxuan was in his position, he would definitely make such a heroic decision. But the problem now is: rationality is like this, but emotion is another matter. Duan Tingxuan's rationality can tell him what choice to make, but he certainly cannot accept this choice emotionally.
So Su Donglou simply didn't say this to him to avoid tormenting him. Long Pingzhang was not his peer, so even if he killed him, his guilt and self-blame would be less.
In this way, Su Donglou held the soft sword at his waist steadily, preparing himself mentally while secretly looking around. His mood gradually calmed down, and his hand holding the sword became more and more steady. With his kung fu, he could be sure that no one was watching him around, but he knew that there must be spies, watching his every move in the dark where he could not detect.
Long Pingzhang must die.
Su Donglou no longer hesitated, and he didn't know why he suddenly became so clear-headed and cold-blooded. However, this was undoubtedly a good thing. The most taboo thing in this matter was hesitation and struggle. It was good to be able to calm down.
As he was thinking this silently, as it was getting dark, he saw a man coming out of the woods, shaking his head and sighing to himself as he approached the hut.
He was a gentle scholar, wearing an ordinary scholar's gown, with frowned eyebrows. He walked and muttered: "Where is it? It must be here. Such a key person, only here will they feel at ease. Damn it, why can't I find him? As long as I find these two people and find a way to contact Tingxuan, then..."
Before he could finish his words, he felt a slight pain in his neck, followed by blood spurting out. The scholar's eyes suddenly widened, and he covered his neck, but could only feel the warm blood spurting out.
A handsome young man in black appeared in front of him. He took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the blood stain on the sword carelessly. He said coldly: "Don't blame me on the road to the underworld. Blame it on you for coming back from the dead and ruining our plan."
With a "gulp", the elegant scholar, who had no time to utter a word from beginning to end, fell on his back. Su Donglou stepped forward, put his hand under his nose, then stood up and kicked the man into the grass not far away. Then he looked around and made sure that there was no one around before jumping away.
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