Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 105: How to Break the Deadlock?

After resolving a bunch of troubles, it seemed like the clouds were about to clear and everything would be fine. However, it turned out that there was no way out of this predicament.

He felt a bit foolish.

But... as someone from the Otherworld, a young person in a society governed by the rule of law, his own thoughts and wisdom were truly limited.

Originally, everything was developing in a positive direction, and there were even many choices. However, on one hand, he still felt a bit unfamiliar and fearful of this world, making it easy to be deceived. On the other hand, he was tired of being hungry and unable to see any hope, instinctively relying on the familiarity of Fulong Mountain and not wanting to leave, not knowing where to go.

If he had resolved the siege of tens of thousands of people in Menghu Village and then turned and ran, would it have been possible?

Perhaps he wouldn't have been able to escape either?

Since the other party had set up a trap, maybe he was already unable to escape when facing a thousand constables and the head constable, exposing his "perceptiveness."

The experts from Qiugong Pavilion and Shuiyue Temple might have been keeping an eye on him a long time ago.

In the end, running away would only result in being captured and not even having the chance to absorb the Yikui disciples as sacrificial spirits.

He simply replayed all the experiences he had been through.

At the beginning, there was no problem, just a stubborn survival of a small bandit.

When he encountered Head Constable Chen Jing and the others, he became a bit high-profile.

It was probably at this time that he was already being watched.

Since he couldn't escape, returning from Menghu Village to Fulong Village wasn't a big problem because there was no choice.

After returning, he first went to Fufeng Prefecture to morally kidnap someone, which was no problem.

After returning from Fufeng Prefecture, he was captured by Shuiyue Temple, but it wasn't a big problem.

Using the invitation from Qiugong Pavilion to act as Confucius and get rid of the threat from Shuiyue Temple was also no problem.

Teaching classes and exchanging sacrificial spirits were still no problem.

Encountering Huiruqing was a mistake, as her temperament influenced him and made him draw his sword. The argument of the "sages" from his past life was too accurate.

The problem is:

This itself is a dead end, and you can't escape from it.

Your realm is too low, and you don't have enough strength to protect yourself.

When you start to show your abilities, you are locked in a cage and become a guinea pig.

This seems to be the ultimate fate of an ordinary bandit. Who would care about the life and death of a bunch of crude bandits? If they were killed, everyone would applaud, right?

Now the important thing is, have they discovered the existence of the Lunar Serenity Well?

Absolutely not! Otherwise, they would have already targeted themselves and studied the Lunar Serenity Well. Why bother with other trivial matters?

Except for himself, even immortals cannot see the Lunar Serenity Well! This is his only confidence!

Therefore, the ultimate cause of all this can only be attributed to what Huiruqing said about the cursed dragon energy. This thing was planted on him, and it's simply too reasonable; it explains the issue of perceptiveness and also provides a rationale for killing.

But have you ever encountered any ghostly dragon energy yourself? What color was it?

So, is there still hope?

Delaying time?

After a while, he looked at everyone and said, "Alright, I will transmit the scriptures to you. Release my subordinates, it's meaningless!"

"You have no room for bargaining!" Li Neishi's voice sounded cold and piercing from afar.

Master Li also said, "Teach the scriptures well, maybe you can still save your life."

Xin Zhuo thought for a while and nodded, "Alright!"

...

The next morning, the twenty-seven sects and the dozens of independent practitioners who came to participate in the enlightenment of the wordless stele left one after another.

On the other hand, Shangguan Fanqing looked around but couldn't find Xin Zhuo, so he had to leave with Haitang, his maid, in confusion.

The students in the Autumn Palace continued their classes.

Yikui House had changed its master to Master Xu. The students in the house felt inexplicable, but they could only suppress their curiosity and study the classics. However, they suddenly felt that the absence of the "Tao Te Ching" and "The Art of War" made it less interesting.

Dongyu Courtyard.

"Fallen limbs, expelled spiritual intelligence, leaving the form to ask, walking in the great passage, exploring the bitter, wise, Qing, Miao, Zhuan, Xu scriptures, entering the mud palace pill, running through the sea gate.

Following the supervisor as a path, protecting one's own spiritual platform, hoping that the Ling, Cui, and Qian meridians will enter the Dantian acupoint..."

Xin Zhuo began to explain the content of the first chapter of the "Pure Profound Crossing and Calamity Supreme Scripture" according to the book.

In the spacious room, the masters and nuns of the Autumn Palace and the Water Moon Nunnery sat on the floor.

Huiruqing was also present, but her expression remained cold throughout, with her eyes closed, listening attentively without making eye contact with Xin Zhuo.

The scripture was taught very well, and there was nothing to hide. Even if he wanted to hide something, he couldn't. A group of experts could tell whether he was making it up or not.

However, Xin Zhuo couldn't wait to throw away the "Pure Profound Crossing and Calamity Supreme Scripture".

This thing was a scam that destroyed people's foundations and punished the greedy. The true hidden martial arts had no name, "xxxx".

Xin Zhuo knew about this, but others didn't. Even if they would eventually find out, how many years would it take to study the changes in the sixty-four hexagrams in order to understand the meaning of the martial arts?

"Let's stop here for today. You should understand the principle of not biting off more than you can chew."

Xin Zhuo stopped and looked at the sky outside, suddenly saying, "I want to go back to the village for a while. Is that okay?"

Master Li remained silent for a moment and said, "Why do you want to go back? The food, clothing, shelter, and transportation here are not worse than Fulong Village."

Xin Zhuo said lightly, "I find it dirty!"

Master Li chuckled and waved his hand, "Please!"

Xin Zhuo got up and when he walked to Huiruqing's side, he paused and asked, "Princess Shengping?"

Huiruqing opened her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and she remained seated without moving, nor did she raise her head. She simply said, "Yes!"

Xin Zhuo smiled and said, "Do you really think I've been possessed by some unlucky dragon spirit?"

Hui Ruqing finally looked up at him, her eyes icy cold. "That's right! You should know best!"

Xin Zhuo said, "I actually admire your acting skills. You must have a deep purpose for doing this."

Hui Ruqing remained expressionless and didn't respond.

Xin Zhuo thought for a moment, but didn't say anything else. He turned and walked out of the room. The rain was still falling outside. He casually picked up an oil-paper umbrella from nearby, opened it, and walked into the rain.

Hui Ruqing silently watched his figure, her eyes calm and terrifying. Then she closed her eyes again.

Qin Yuli and Pu Jing Shitai had already disappeared like ghosts, heading to Fulong Village ahead of time.

...

The "Justice for Heaven" flag in Fulong Village had been discolored by the rain, curling up and sticking to the wooden pole.

The courtyard was quiet.

Xin Zhuo held the umbrella and pushed open the broken wooden door of the simple courtyard.

In one corner of the courtyard, garlic, scallions, winter potatoes, and winter radishes had sprouted tender shoots, presenting a green and vibrant scene in the rain.

A few thin horses in the corner were skin and bones, constantly sniffling and kicking their hooves, seeking fodder when they saw someone enter.

Xin Zhuo walked on the muddy ground and entered the assembly hall. There were still some leftovers on the table, half-eaten, with chopsticks scattered all over.

Presumably, Cui Ying'er and the others were caught while they were eating.

He folded the umbrella and sat on the tiger-skin chair, staring blankly at the rain outside.

"Woof..."

From a hole in the wall under the bed not far away, a head suddenly appeared, looking at him in panic. When it realized it was the owner, it quickly ran over, wagging its tail against the owner's leg, seeking comfort.

Little Huang wasn't caught?

"Little Huang, you're so clever."

Xin Zhuo picked up Little Huang and rubbed the tuft of red fur on its head.

Little Huang closed its eyes comfortably, then barked at him twice and barked at the table.

"Got it! No problem, I'll think of a way to break the situation!"

Xin Zhuo put it down and fell into deep thought.

After a while, he summoned the Lunar Serenity Well.

The fifteen spirits in the well remained unchanged. Bai Xuanji, He Liansheng, and the others still owed more than thirty debts, still a bit short.

[Well Owner: Xin Zhuo.]

[Realm: Sixth Rank.]

[Moonlight: 73/100.]

[Spirits: 15/15.]

[Feed Back: 11/50, can be shared with selected spirits.]

[Integrated Union: 39/50.]

[Feeding: 6/30.]

[Method: Chaotic Yin & Yang Violent Technique.]

[Techniques: Dog Strike, the Neurotic Overlord's Palm.

The Invisible Spear Technique of the Mad Annihilation Overlord.

Xiao Xin Flying Daggers.

Lingbo Mysterious Transformation Ladder Cloud Soaring.

xxxx]

[《Pure Profound Exorcism Supreme Scripture》, not selected by the well owner, consumes 2 points of moonlight in five hours.]

These were his current abilities.

"xxxx?"

This was actually a very heaven-defying medical skill, but currently, it wasn't very useful.

Break the situation?

Can't break through death!

If it's broken, no one will know about my "comprehension". In the future, I'll rely on my own abilities to overcome any obstacles.

Just then, a group of people entered the courtyard, their footsteps echoing. There were dozens of them.

Men and women, all dressed in luxurious attire. The one leading the way was familiar, the catcher Yuan Mo'er.

But today, she wasn't wearing the fringe silk and catcher's clothes. Instead, she wore a red Confucian gown and a long skirt, with the hairstyle of an unmarried young girl. She had a touch of makeup on her face, and her slender figure looked quite charming, but she still seemed a bit ordinary.

The group of people looked around in surprise, seemingly curious as to why there was no one around. When they saw Xin Zhuo sitting in the assembly hall, a smile finally appeared on their faces.

A middle-aged man entered the room first. Xin Zhuo recognized him. He was Yuan San, who had hidden the hidden weapons for Xin Zhuo at the foot of Mount Menghu.

He smiled slightly and cupped his fists, saying, "Xin Dangjia, let's get straight to the point. I've come today to propose a marriage alliance between my Yuan family and you.

We are both martial artists, so we don't need too many formalities. Mo'er is both a practitioner and a catcher, and you two are acquainted. It can be considered a good match.

In the future, if you join our Yuan family, we won't mistreat you, and Mo'er will treat you well!"

A group of maids and women outside also walked in, smiling and bowing together, saying, "Young Master!"

Yuan Mo'er finally entered the room last, her face blushing. She looked at Xin Zhuo and bowed as if she were a newlywed bride meeting her husband for the first time. "Xin... husband!"

Her body trembled slightly, seemingly moved by the strange encounter in her life. She looked at Xin Zhuo again, her eyes showing satisfaction.

He was handsome, a few years younger than her, and had a higher martial realm. He was worth it! In the future, she would teach him a lesson and make sure he didn't have any banditry. He should be a good man at home, and she might treat him well. Otherwise...

However, Xin Zhuo looked at the crowd indifferently, not moving a muscle, not even in the mood to speak.

(End of this chapter)