Fan Bin made up his mind and took action immediately.

As soon as the two brothers left, a man holding a special monocular telescope a few dozen feet away immediately waved his hand to give a secret signal.

Then, the secret code was passed down from level to level.

In the palace.

Emperor Qing was wearing a white short coat with a golden soft armor on the outside and a black cloak on his back, looking like he was ready to set off at any time.

"His Majesty."

A little eunuch who had been inconspicuous in the palace before quietly came to Emperor Qing.

"Lord Fan has already started to act."

Emperor Qing nodded and gave instructions: "Send a message to the temple envoys, telling them that they can show up in public. The place to show up is in the woods outside the capital."

On the west side of Kyoto, there is a primeval forest.

The wild beasts there have been eradicated several times and can no longer pose a threat to the people of Kyoto.

However, even so, few people enter the primeval forest.

Even if ordinary people don't have to worry about wild beasts, they are still afraid of poisonous insects and snakes.

As for those martial artists who have achieved success in their training, they would not sit around doing nothing and run off to an uninhabited primeval forest.

At most, you can practice on the periphery.

As soon as the temple messenger took action, Fan Bin got the news. He still controlled the Tiger Guards and the Dark Guards, plus the Inspection Office under Fan Xian.

As long as a few temple messengers take action, there is no way they won't discover it.

"People have already reached the primeval forest west of Kyoto, and they are still going deeper."

After hearing the report from his subordinates, Fan Xian immediately turned around and stared at Fan Bin.

As smart as he was, he had obviously realized that someone was watching them in secret.

Otherwise, it couldn't be such a coincidence.

As soon as Fan Bin appeared, the temple messenger followed him out.

"how is this possible?"

Although Fan Xian already had some guesses in his mind, he still found it incredible.

With Fan Xian's current strength, as long as the enemy gets within a certain distance of him, he cannot be completely unaware of it.

"The person monitoring you is probably several dozen feet away from you, or even farther."

Fan Bin said with a smile.

"How is this possible? Even a ninth-rank master can't keep up with us at such a long distance."

"Why are you so confused? You don't need such a strong master. Your mother can do it."

"What do you mean, brother?"

"Telescope! It was invented by Neiku and one of your mother's important relics. It can measure hundreds of feet, not to mention a few dozen feet."

Fan Bin obviously knew about the person who was secretly monitoring him.

But at this stage, he didn't feel that he had any reason to get rid of those who were monitoring him.

If you want to play dumb and eat the tiger, you must meet a prerequisite. That is to make your potential enemy believe that your strength is still within the control of the other party.

Emperor Qing had arranged for someone to secretly monitor him. As a master of the same level, Emperor Qing must have considered how far away the person in charge of monitoring Fan Bin should be so as not to be discovered.

What Fan Bin has to do is to satisfy Emperor Qing’s curiosity.

He wanted to make Emperor Qing feel that Fan Bin's strength was just this...

In this way, when the two sides really fall out, Fan Bin can give Emperor Qing a big surprise.

"Then what do we do next?"

I heard that someone was secretly monitoring us, and someone was in collusion with the temple messengers.

An answer instantly emerged in Fan Xian's mind.

Not speculation, but results.

Looking at the whole of Kyoto, who could plot against the entire Fan family and his uncle Wu Zhu?

There can only be one person.

"Notify Uncle Wu Zhu, and let's discuss what to do next."

Others can't contact Wuzhu, but Fan Xian can.

According to the agreement between him and Wuzhu, he hung up lanterns on purpose.

Fan Xian originally thought that he would need to wait for a while before he could meet Wu Zhu.

Unexpectedly, he had just hung up the lantern and it hadn’t even been half a quarter of an hour.

The blindfolded young man in black had already appeared in front of them.

"Uncle Wuzhu, have you been around here all this time?"

Seeing Wu Zhu appear so quickly, Fan Xian immediately guessed.

"I hid in your yard and never left."

Ever since Wu Zhu asked Fan Xian to find Fan Bin, he has been staying here waiting for news.

It seems that he is very concerned about the temple messenger.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? You made me hang lanterns in broad daylight..."

Fan Xian couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Their primary target is me, and if you knew my location, you would become unsafe as well."

Wu Zhu said calmly.

"Uncle Wuzhu, you have seen their strength, right? Do you have any feelings about it?"

Fan Bin asked.

Although Wuzhu had lost his memory at this time and did not remember what happened in the temple.

But Fan Bin still had a secret hope that he could get news from Wu Zhu.

The matter of the temple messenger is too big!

If I could get information from Wuzhu, even if it’s just some fragments.

It will be of great help to Fan Bin in the future.

This may even determine Fan Bin's future actions to a certain extent.

"I've only seen them from afar. Theoretically, their strength is not inferior to mine. But I remember that I seemed to have defeated one or two of them..."

Wuzhu's memory is a little confused.

But Fan Bin still understood that when Wu Zhu and Ye Qingmei were escaping together, they must have taken action against the temple messenger.

In that battle, Wuzhu would definitely win in the end.

"It seems that being a temple messenger is not a big deal."

Fan Xian said with relief.

The young man was frightened because he had to deal with three temple messengers at the same time.

He finally found two of the strongest backers, but ended up having to face three enemies who looked equally powerful.

How do you live these days?
But if Uncle Wu Zhu had defeated the temple messenger before.

That means Wuzhu’s strength is even greater than that of the temple messenger.

The strength displayed by Fan Bin can be said to be even better than that of his uncle Wu Zhu.

In this way, the three temple messengers don't seem to be that scary.

"No! That was in the past, and my memory is not clear. As for now, I am only sure to beat one."

Wuzhu speaks the truth.

His intuition should come from his intelligent calculation.

Chen Pingping had said before that Wuzhu's strength was stronger than that of ordinary temple messengers.

People say that Wuzhu is the world's number one master, and it's not entirely without basis.

"Do you feel strange? Or do you feel that there is something different about these three temple messengers?"

The things that Wuzhu recalled were all things that Fan Bin knew before.

This did not help his guess at all.

What Fan Bin wanted to know more at this time was where did those three temple messengers come from?

Especially the two that weren't supposed to be there.

"They look no different."

Wu Zhu hesitated for a moment and finally gave an answer.

Apparently, he himself did not notice any difference between the three temple messengers.

After hearing Wu Zhu's answer, Fan Bin's expression became obviously more serious.

“This is not good news!”

This is indeed not good news.

If there are differences among the three temple messengers, for example, one is strong and the other two are slightly weaker.

Or one has a high level of intelligence and the other two have low levels of intelligence. For Fan Bin, that is the most ideal result at this stage.

But if the temple messenger who suddenly appeared was no different from the previous temple messengers.

Then the meaning of this matter itself is completely different.

That means that the mastermind hiding in the dark can resurrect or mass-produce temple messengers.

Facing one or two temple messengers at the same time, Fan Bin was fearless.

But what if his opponent is a hundred or even a thousand temple messengers.

That situation is completely different.

Not to mention that Fan Bin’s current strength is only that of a grandmaster, even if he goes one step further and breaks through to become a master above the grandmaster.

Facing a thousand temple messengers at the same time, Fan Bin had no chance of competing with them.

"Should we go meet them?"

Fan Xian suggested cautiously.

Fan Bin and Wu Zhu seemed to have a telepathic connection.

The two nodded in unison.

"it is good!"

"want!"

There is no point in just speculating here.

After all, they still have to fight with the three temple messengers before they can determine what the other party’s purpose is.
With the cultivation level of the three of them, it was naturally not a difficult task for them to reach the primeval forest quietly.

Along the way, there were always eyes spying on us.

Originally Fan Xian didn't care.

When he paid attention, he indeed saw those figures holding monocular telescopes.

This type of telescope, judging by its structure, can magnify 64 to 128 times.

But that's enough.

Although they couldn't observe closely, they could definitely monitor the Grand Master's every move.

Fan Xian originally had complicated feelings towards Emperor Qing.

Although he already knew what Emperor Qing had done, Emperor Qing was still the father of this body.

Moreover, if you put yourself in Emperor Qing's shoes, many of his actions are understandable.

Although what Emperor Qing did created a huge conflict with Fan Xian's values.

Fan Xian couldn't stand it.

But he wasn't disgusted yet...

But now, looking at those eyes that are always staring at them.

Fan Xian felt an unprecedented disgust in his heart. It was not any other emotion, just pure disgust.

Originally, Fan Xian thought that many of Emperor Qing's actions made sense.

But now, watching Emperor Qing cooperating with the temple envoy, watching him plotting behind the scenes against Uncle Wu Zhu, and even against their entire Fan family.

Fan Xian felt this sincerely.

Emperor Qing might have been forced to do those things back then.

But he certainly has problems of his own.

These problems cannot be explained away simply by being forced to do so.

The three of them walked forward and soon entered the primeval forest. The primeval forest was empty...

Although this place has always had few visitors.

But the place is so empty now that it makes some people feel that someone is deliberately trying to create a battlefield for them.

"Be careful, they may show up at any time!"

Wu Zhu spoke up to remind him.

This time, Wu Zhu did not let Fan Xian stay, but chose to let Fan Xian watch.

He obviously felt that Fan Xian's current strength was enough to handle some situations.

Just as Wu Zhu finished his words, three figures who had been waiting on the branches of a giant tree in the primeval forest fell from the sky.

The three men were dressed exactly the same and held iron bars in their hands.

Not only that, their eyes also radiate colorful luster.

"My goodness, they look exactly the same!"

Although there is a slight difference in the face, that's all.

The three temple messengers that suddenly appeared looked 90% similar to Wuzhu.

If you are not very close to Wuzhu, it is easy to make a mistake.

Fan Xian looked at Fan Bin in disbelief.

The look seemed to be asking, are they so similar?
"That's it."

Fan Bin nodded.

Several temple messengers should have been produced on the same production line as Wuzhu.

Their similarities are naturally high.

The biggest difference between them is the black cloth covering Wuzhu's eyes.

This is something that other temple messengers do not have.

"Follow us, back to the temple!"

After the three temple messengers appeared, they all focused their attention on Wu Zhu.

They completely ignored Fan Bin and Fan Xian.

"I'm planning on going back to the temple as well. I can go back with you guys."

Wu Zhu said calmly.

"Not only you, but also Ye Qingmei, she must go back as well."

When they heard Ye Qingmei's name, Wu Zhu and Fan Xian were both stunned.

But Wu Zhu reacted quickly and just heard him speak.

"She's dead!"

If you die, there is no way to bring it back to the temple.

"She also has a son, and her son must be brought back to the temple as well."

Although Fan Bin did not speak, he kept staring at the three temple messengers.

Judging from the reactions of several temple messengers, there was no distinction between primary and secondary among them.

That is to say, their levels should be the same.

Not only that, judging from their determination to bring Fan Xian back, they obviously also know that Fan Xian's memories do not belong to this era.

Only in this way will the temple have a reason to take Fan Xian back.

If Fan Xian was just an ordinary child, even if he was Ye Qingmei's child, the temple would have no reason to do this.

Several hundred feet away.

Emperor Qing was holding a large monocular telescope, observing everything from above.

"Why hasn't the fight started yet?"

When the two sides met, they did not start a war directly, but negotiated instead.

This obviously exceeded Emperor Qing's expectations.

When he negotiated with the temple priests before, the other party gnashed his teeth.

We must catch Wuzhu no matter what.

Just as Emperor Qing was thinking this, Fan Bin, who was several hundred feet away, suddenly moved.

Without any warning, Fan Bin struck with his sword.

"Riding the wind and breaking the waves, raging seas and waves!!!"

He swung his sword, and with the sword energy running rampant, the entire primeval forest seemed to have been hit by a natural disaster.

Hundreds of large trees were cut down directly!
The three temple messengers were chopped away by a sword, and their lives or deaths were unknown.

Emperor Qing, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, was deeply shocked.

He exerted force with his hands and crushed the huge monocular telescope into a ball.

"His Majesty!"

The subordinates were confused.

"Change the telescope!"

Telescope is what Fan Bin and Fan Xian call it. People prefer to call the telescopes produced in Neiku a telescope.

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(End of this chapter)