115 Thirteen Staff-Using Monks (2/2)

The man across from him was rather young. His blue robes fluttered in the wind while his hero's bandana danced behind him. The lines of his face were gentle, but they also showed his determination. He gave off a refreshing air and was very handsome, unlike the unkempt middle-aged man drinking in an unconstrained manner. While he gave him a faint smile, he toyed with a very normal-looking jade slit ring in his hand. Even when the group of people from Shaolin Temple passed them by, he did not cast them a glance.

However, the thirteen staff-using monks from Shaolin Temple did not believe that the duo in the pavilion were incense-pilgrims who were there to visit Shaolin Temple. The monk in the lead whispered an order to his companion.

”Round Heart, send a signal. Have our brothers in the temple come and receive us…”

The person behind him quickly moved forward and stared at the people in the pavilion while he brought out something from his Universe Bag and threw it into the air.

Hiss!

A fiery red light swiftly rose into the air, accompanied by a shrill hiss.

Bang!

A spark that could not be considered as dazzling spread out in the sky.

The reaction of the duo in the pavilion differed.

The expression of the unkempt middle-aged man changed slightly. He cast a glance at the signal in the sky before his expression returned to normal.

The young man in the blue robes did not even look up. It was as if there was nothing in the world that was as attractive as the jade slit ring in his hands. He did not move, as if he had not heard the sound.

The group of monks looked at each other in shock.

They had already released their signal, so soon, their senior and junior brothers would come forward from the temple to provide reinforcements, but the two people did not even move an inch. Could it be that their target was not them… or had they given up on stealing their tributes?

Besides…

The open area around the pavilion was rather wide. It was impossible for anyone to hide there, which meant that there should be no ambush.

Even though they thought in that manner, the Shaolin Monks did not dare let down their guard. They carefully protected the tribute carriage and continued forward.

When they passed by the pavilion, the two people from the pavilion still did not move.

The unkempt middle-aged man stopped drinking. He placed his pot of wine on the table, and a hint of puzzlement appeared on his face as he stared at the blue-robed young man across from him, who just continued inspecting the jade in his hands.

In truth, when he arrived at the pavilion, the young man in blue robes had already been waiting there.

The blue-robed young man had an extraordinary bearing and exceptional elegance. He looked very young. Before the middle-aged man arrived, he stared in the direction of Mount Song. There was a faint, sentimental look in his eyes that suggested attachment along with grief. Even though he looked as if he had become another person now, it was not difficult to tell that he had some feelings for Mount Song, or rather, Shaolin Temple…

It was precisely of this person's strange behavior that the unkempt middle-aged man thought that he had come with the same goal in mind.

However, when the Shaolin Monks passed by, the young man did not even cast a glance at them. He also did not react to their signals, which made the middle-aged man hesitate.

'Could it be that this boy didn't come here for the tributes?'

When he saw that the Shaolin Monks' carriage had left their sight and the young man still refused to move while inspecting the jade slit ring in his hands, the unkempt middle-aged man finally stood up from his seat while swaying.

”With a pot of wine I brewed myself… I will wander the land. This humble monk will not keep you company any longer.”

The unkempt middle-aged man left the young man with the blue robes in the pavilion. With unsteady and uneven footsteps, he headed in the direction from which the monks had come.

But he did not notice that the blue-robed young man had smiled faintly at the moment he left the pavilion. The young man shook his head slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on the jade slit ring.

The wind blew gently.

The young man could hear the occasional sounds of weapons clashing, along with hasty roars.