Old Liu looked silently at the Yi Tian Chess Master, while Wang the Butcher placed a hand on Old Liu's shoulder: "Only the living have a future!"

Old Liu had always been calculating and somewhat cynical in his dealings.

However, he also possessed a common trait among strategists: a loyal minister does not serve two masters.

Old Liu would rather deceive the Yi Tian Chess Master and, after he saved me, commit suicide in front of the Iron Tile Temple, than serve another.

Wang the Butcher was the one who understood Old Liu the most in Liangjie Tang!

Chen Shuyu changed the subject: "Strategist, what do you think is the Hall Master's inner demon?"

Old Liu knew that Chen Shuyu wanted to use a secret method to send me a message, wanting me to prepare early. Old Liu hesitated before saying, "The lord's inner demon is actually loneliness."

"When the lord was young, he grew up with his father, and the bond between father and son goes without saying. However, half of the lord's family affection was missing, and this half made the lord feel lonely. He himself said that he didn't have any friends before leaving home."

"The five years he spent learning his skills were also the most critical five years in shaping his character."

"Qu Mo, in order to make the lord a top expert in the martial world in the shortest possible time, had Jiu Gui relentlessly hunt him down. Although this method was effective, it also made a young man feel no trust or affection."

"Although the lord finally understood Qu Mo's good intentions, he also missed the most critical five years of his life."

"Your arrival at Liangjie Tang can be said to be a kind of salvation for the lord, gradually warming his blood. Haven't you noticed that the lord is not as prone to drawing his blade and killing people at the slightest disagreement as he used to be?"

"It was the same with the Xu siblings. If it had been before, he would have nodded without hesitation. This time, however, he hesitated for a moment because of Feng Dangjia."

"This is the lord's change, but it is also a fatal weakness."

Old Liu took a deep breath and said, "Some things, once people get them, they are afraid of losing."

"It's like a poor person gradually acquiring enviable wealth. He will feel extremely afraid of the past days. The lord is the same."

"His inner demon comes not only from Liangjie Tang, but also from his father, Li Chunfeng."

"The lord has never known his origins, and doesn't know why his fate was changed."

"If, according to the timeline, Li Chunfeng only had the lord after the battle at the Iron Tile Temple..."

"Why did the lord come into this world? And why did Li Chunfeng marry and have children? Who dares to say that all of this was not arranged by someone?"

"The Iron Tile Temple is a place for creating living puppets. What if the lord..."

"Stop talking!" Wang the Butcher's face was not only pale, but he was also shivering: "If that's the case... Li Po, he..."

Old Liu shook his head and said, "At that time, the lord's beliefs will completely collapse. Even if he survives, he will be useless."

Wang the Butcher trembled and asked, "How likely is that?"

"I don't know!" Old Liu shook his head with a solemn expression: "Li Chunfeng and Qu Mo were both outstanding figures of their time. They may be deceived for a while, but can they be deceived for a lifetime?"

Wang the Butcher looked at Chen Shuyu tremblingly: "Little Orange, hurry, quickly call Li Po out, tell him not to ask anything, we can go back to Liangjie Tang, we can retire from the martial world, we won't ask anything, let's go!"

The grandmaster had already lost his composure at this time; otherwise, she would not have acted so rashly.

Chen Shuyu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood: "There's a barrier in the Iron Tile Temple, don't..."

Before Chen Shuyu could say "don't" what, she fainted to the ground.

"Little Orange..." Lin Zhao picked up Chen Shuyu: "Old Liu, you watch over Little Orange, the rest of you follow me to storm the Iron Tile Temple!"

"Stop!" Feng Ruohang roared: "No one is allowed to move! This is Li Po's own inner demon, he must overcome this hurdle himself!"

While speaking, Feng Ruohang shed tears: "Li Po, Ye Yang, you two bastards! Why do you always make me do this kind of thing! Can't you find someone else to trick?"

Feng Ruohang is nominally the Third Head of Liangjie Tang. When I and Ye Yang are not around, and Liangjie Tang is facing a life-or-death situation, she will play a decisive role.

Old Liu also stood with Feng Ruohang: "Stop it! I believe the lord will be fine."

Good people are blessed by heaven?

This is just a kind of self-comfort!

In the face of calamity, any kind of comfort will seem pale and powerless.

While Liangjie Tang stood outside the Iron Tile Temple, waiting for me and Ye Yang to appear, I was already standing at the entrance of the Iron Tile Temple's main hall.

I looked at the iron tiles overhead, forming a continuous expanse, and said, "Ye Yang, why do you think they used pig iron to make the tiles here?"

Ye Yang said, "I know that there are two Iron Tile Temples in the country, but neither is as large as this one. The meaning of iron tiles is to symbolize eternal solidity, right?"

"Iron Tile Temple! Iron Peak Temple?" I pondered, "I remember, when Wen Yile was talking about my dad and their affairs back then, he said it was the Iron Peak Temple, but the message Chen Shuyu gave us said it was the Iron Tile Temple."

"Did Chen Shuyu say it wrong, or did Wen Yile say it wrong?"

Ye Yang's eyes suddenly widened: "I remember now too!"