Heroine, don't turn back, I'm just a farmer.

"Zhao..."

Seeing Lu Guo turn and leave, Li Jiuluan spoke up instinctively.

"Don't speak, just follow behind me."

The voice, belonging to the cold and aloof style unique to those of the demonic sect like Zhao Wuji, contained a deep and undeniable quality.

"Li Jiuluan's favorability +5".

Hearing his brother Zhao say this, Li Jiuluan's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly followed behind him, his eyes shining brighter and brighter as he looked at him.

"???"

Many of the worshippers were puzzled, wondering when their prince had become so agreeable.

They looked at Zhao Wuji again, and then at Wu Gou, who was being helped to stand up.

Wu Gou is ranked 100th on the Hidden Dragon List, and he has the behemoth Wuxiang Temple behind him. He himself is also a highly skilled cultivator in the new generation of martial arts.

Can……

No, that's not the point.

The key point is that they knew Zhao Wuji very well; when they treated the boy before, they didn't detect any Buddhist cultivation techniques on him.

He clearly had no Buddhist internal energy aura whatsoever, yet he learned the Buddhist golden body technique, and even used the Deadly Scholar's "Azure Fire Great Technique."

This situation indicates that this young Zhao not only possesses unorthodox skills, but also has exceptional comprehension.

Both the former and the latter have investment value, and if the two are combined...

The worshippers exchanged glances, seemingly having nothing left to hesitate about.

Although they were all elders of Hengxingdao, they were also Li Jiuluan's retainers, and their status rose with Li Jiuluan's rise in status. Naturally, they also hoped that their lord would have a good match.

"Zhao Wuji's talent is so terrifying, he must have a powerful background. We must befriend him no matter what, and Your Highness should also befriend him."

This is much better than Liu Canyang from the Flower School, who only writes short poems about romance and nature.

Without hesitation, the old man with the jade flute secretly transmitted his voice to Li Jiuluan.

"Li Jiuluan's favorability +3".

Lu Guo had just stepped out of the courtyard when the notification appeared again.

What's wrong with this woman?

He glanced at Li Jiuluan without leaving a trace. Her expression was cold and indifferent, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Li Jiuluan understood the elder's hint. She paused for a moment, then quickly regained her composure, turned around, raised her hand, and calmly said:

"Please do not panic, everyone. This person is a distinguished guest of the Li family of Southern Tang. It's just that his cultivation method is special and he has a fondness for sleeping. My younger sister's rude remarks have disturbed you all. Steward, send someone to clean up the mess. The ceremony will continue!"

"Distinguished guests, please follow the master to the reception room. Jiu Luan will surely present a generous gift to express our apologies."

"Brother Wugou, Jiuluan will also report the cause and effect of today's events to the abbot of Wuxiang Temple."

Wu Gou's meal.

If I really report this to Wuxiang Temple, will I still be valued by Wuxiang Temple?

No matter how the temple treats him, his Buddhist heart is no longer pure.

But if we don't inform them, with so many people in the martial arts world here, we can't hide it from them by writing a message.

This woman... she's killing me by breaking my spirit!

If he wants to maintain the purity of his Buddhist heart, then he must win today's duel himself.

Since she wanted to win, she would continue to compete with her, Brother Zhao, and continue to have karmic connections with him.

If we can win, that's fine, but what if we can't?

I am a direct disciple of Wuxiang Temple.

Then the matter between him and this Mr. Zhao is no longer a matter of personal wins and losses.

It is a power struggle between the Southern Tang royal family and the Southern Tang Protectorate Buddhist sect.

But if he doesn't fight this guy surnamed Zhao, then the fact that he was defeated by a single palm strike today will become a mental obsession.

Because he himself developed fear, his Buddhist heart was no longer pure.

If this problem isn't resolved, his cultivation level might stagnate for the rest of his life.

Wu Gou could have imagined it, and so could the other martial arts practitioners present. The expressions on the faces of the many guests were incredibly complex, ranging from surprise and silence to doubt and apprehension...

They came to hold a funeral and a banquet, but they were unwittingly drawn into the conflict between the Southern Tang Li imperial family and Buddhism.

If you agree to join Li Jiuluan's side tonight, you might still have a chance to live; if you don't agree, you might not be able to leave this courtyard.

Or rather, the martial arts practitioners present had no other choice.

They realized that this was a trap set by Li Jiuluan.

Everyone looked at Wu Gou.

Wu Gou stood up, but instead of joining his palms together with Li Jiuluan, he prepared to chant a Buddhist prayer to Lu Guodao, who was fighting him. However, he saw that the man had not said a word and had only left him with his back turned.

"Doesn't this person know who I, Wugou, am?!"

He was puzzled.

Regardless of what Wu Gou and the other martial arts figures thought, they were all pondering Li Jiuluan's true purpose in inviting them to participate in the funeral.

But everyone understands that if possible and necessary, they would even hold their own funeral and feast for themselves.

Of course, they were also wondering if the Brother Zhao that Li Jiuluan mentioned was also a Buddhist disciple.

Otherwise, how could he have produced a golden body just like Wugou?

……

Over the next few days, Li Jiuluan handled affairs of the Jianghuai martial arts world, while Lu Guo went to the backyard that she had arranged for him.

Although many of the disciples of Hengxingdao were still terrified by the resurrection of the corpse, Li Xiuer had already recovered.

She first worked late into the night, writing furiously under Lu Guo's guidance, and produced a storytelling piece titled "The Tale of the Wondrous Monk Wu Gou: Romantic Tales" with exceptionally elegant writing style.

After writing her self-indulgent piece in a boisterous manner for less than a day, she became even more interested in the origins of the resurrected "Zhao Wuji" (Brother Zhao).

Not only were they curious, but they also tried every day to strike up a conversation, and some were even quite eager to do so.

The officials had no choice but to tacitly approve of Li Xiuer's contact with Lu Guo.

Firstly, it was indeed inappropriate for them to come forward and pry into Zhao Wuji's secrets or gather intelligence, and secondly, they did not want to damage their relationship with each other.

Since we're already going to match this young Zhao with His Highness, one more His Highness won't make a difference.

Of course, this is on the premise of having learned more valuable intelligence.

So how can we obtain more valuable intelligence? Naturally, we can have Li Xiuer spy on it.

If the big one doesn't work, there's always the small one; surely one of them can be of some use.

Many martial arts figures also made special visits, but Lu Guo was not very willing to socialize with them.

He didn't particularly like those social gatherings anyway. Wouldn't it be better to use that time to read Li Jiuluan's martial arts manuals?

Anyway, he can learn it after watching it once, and he can develop internal strength with just one practice. There is no such thing as a technique limitation.

So he simply moved into the courtyard that Li Jiuluan had prepared for him, and closed the door to visitors every day, spending all his time reading martial arts classics.

This behavior further increased Li Jiuluan's positive impression of him.

The old man with the jade flute, along with several other devotees, had no complaints about his condition these past few days.

Of course, Li Xiuer was definitely not satisfied.

After teetering on the brink of death several times, Miss Li discovered that although the "resurrected" Brother Wuji was somewhat aloof, he wasn't as bloodthirsty as she had imagined. On the contrary, he possessed an indescribable charm.

She lowered her guard, became more affectionate, and started pestering him with all sorts of questions.

and so--

"Is Brother Wuji's strength now less than one-tenth of what it used to be because his Supreme Bone was taken away?"