"Liu Yu, uncle, return to Gaoyang City first. The disciples from the sect who came to assist are already on the way and will arrive in the near future." Zheng Changxin called Liu Yu and said after the chaotic crowd exited the backyard.
"Uncle, why don't you stay for a few more days?" Liu Yu quickly advised.
"No, after returning to Gaoyang City, we have to rush back to the sect to report this matter. Time is tight."
"Liu Yu, you have made a great contribution this time. The sect will not treat you badly. I will wait until my uncle brings you a reward next time." Zheng Changxin patted Liu Yu and said with a slight smile.
"Thank you, uncle, I'm done." Liu Yu saw Zheng Changxin smiling, and her body that had been tense relaxed a little.
In the past few days, Master Zheng has been acting extremely stern, making it difficult for people to get close to him. Zheng Changxin didn't say any more, he used a spell to summon the flying sword, piercing the sky and flying rapidly towards Gaoyang City.
Liu Yu looked at the distant green sword light and thought that there would be no twists and turns in things!
In the afternoon, I received a letter from Wang Lun. In the letter, he asked about Liu Yu's safety and whether he was injured. Apparently he heard the rumors in Xiaowei Village, so he sent the letter.
What happened in Xiaowei Village spread quickly to the outside world, and everyone was amazed. The village was massacred overnight, and four heavenly masters died in battle. These horrific things happened, and rumors spread among the people, becoming more and more mysterious.
Three days later, three senior brothers came to Gaoyang City and stayed at the Tianshi Mansion. The three people were originally employed in Gaoyang City, but were transferred to Yannan City urgently. The three of them brought the appointment letters from the sect. Among them, senior brother Song Ming replaced Li Songlin as the steward of Yannan City, and two other senior brothers, Xue Xing and Li Baimo, assisted Song Ming.
At the same time, it also brought about the sect's arrangements for Liu Yu. Liu Yu was transferred from Tianping County to Yannan City to serve. Tianping County reassigned a casual cultivator to serve. The casual cultivator and Song and Ming set out from Gaoyang City together. After being separated from the three outside Yannan City, they were already on their way to Tianping County.
The Zhang family's Yin Ling Flower has been harvested, and there is no need to send another sect disciple to monitor it in a short time.
Lin Zifeng hosted a banquet for three people at Dafeng Building in the evening. The atmosphere was harmonious, and prominent figures in Yannan City also attended. After the banquet, Liu Yu led the three senior brothers back to the Tianshi Mansion. The four of them sat down in the front hall, and the servants served tea.
"Junior Brother Liu, how long have you been here in Yannan City?" Song Ming chatted.
"Senior Brother Song, it has been five years since I arrived here." Liu Yu took a breath and replied, unable to help but sigh that time flies by so fast.
"Brother Liu, tell us about that evil cultivator!" Li Baimo asked excitedly, his eyes bright and interested.
"That day..." Seeing that the three of them looked over with curious expressions, Liu Yu began to tell.
Liu Yu has narrated it many times these days, and now she speaks it very smoothly. The three people who listened were amazed from time to time and lamented the danger at that time. The four of them chatted until late at night before dispersing and going back to their houses. Through small talk, Liu Yu got to know something about the three senior brothers.
Song and Ming Dynasties, the ninth level of Qi training, the spiritual roots of gold and fire. He has fair skin, a short beard, and a calm expression when talking and laughing, like a middle-aged Confucian scholar who has read poetry and books.
Xue Xing, who is at the seventh level of Qi training and has three spiritual roots of metal, wood and fire, is the oldest of the three. He has white hair and holds a jade pipe in his hand. He occasionally lifts it up to take a puff and spits out light white smoke. It wasn't any kind of tobacco, but the scent of smoke lingered throughout the front hall.
Li Baimo, the seventh level of Qi training, has the dual spiritual roots of wood and earth. He is slightly older than Liu Yu, has a jade tree facing the wind, has thick eyebrows, and is very handsome. He is the one who asks the most questions in small talk and has a cheerful personality.
A month later, Yannan City gradually returned to calm, and everything was back on track.
Senior brothers Song Ming and Xue Xing like to be clean. They occasionally go to major medical clinics in the city and stay indoors to rest most of the time. Li Baimo was very active and often took Liu Yu around to play with him. He also asked Liu Yu to learn the art of sword control and exchange training experiences.
The Qimeng Tower in Pinghu County was bustling with people and the seats were packed. It was noon and there were many people dining. Qimenglou is the No. 1 restaurant in Pinghu County. The food is exquisite and delicious, and the environment is antique. Several of its signature dishes, such as Sister-in-law's Chicken, Mengfu Yipin Hotpot, and Catfish with Black Bean Sauce, are well-known in color and flavor.
"Outside Yannan City, there is a mountain called Daquin Mountain, and there is a small village in the mountain. It was dark and windy that night, and the wind was strong..." An old man who was over seventy years old and wearing a long green coat spoke eloquently. , said with great energy.
The men, women and children in Qimeng Tower all listened with great interest. The old storyteller was talking about a new version, the case of killing demons in Xiaowei Village. I have only said it once or twice, and it is very popular, causing exclamations from time to time.
"Brother Ai, have you heard about this? In Yannan City not far away, four disciples of the Huang Sheng Sect died." A handsome man dressed as a scholar said.
"I heard that there was an evil cultivator who harmed people, and four people were killed during the blockade." A man opposite with dark skin and a terrifying scar on his face replied.
"It seems that the last evil cultivator was killed by a Huang Shengzong disciple named "Liu Yu", otherwise I don't know how many people would have been killed if he ran away." The scholar man said happily.
"Liu Yu!" The man with the knife suddenly fell into deep thought.
A well-behaved, thin boy suddenly appeared in his mind. At that time, I would always follow him and ask questions.
Huangsheng Mountain was the eternal pain in his heart. When he was carried down the mountain by law enforcement disciples, he was frightened and helpless and begged. At that time, he shed all the tears of his life. The life of cultivation in Huang Shengshan was also the happiest time in his life, carefree. The skinny boy was his only friend on the mountain. They talked about everything and he was like his younger brother.
"Brother Zhang!" A friendly female voice came from the door of the private room.
A beautiful lady in a white dress came towards the scholar with a smile on her face.
"Sister Meng, why are you here? Did the family let you out?" The scholar stood up happily and asked.
"No! It's just a visitor at home. I want to invite some good dishes to entertain the guests. I guess you and Brother Ai dine here on weekdays. We might meet at this time, so we took the initiative to ask my father to come." Miss Meng He said with a lucky look on his face.
"Is that so? Uncle, he didn't make things difficult for you, did he?" the scholar asked with concern.
"No, my father just won't let me go out. It's okay. I'll sneak out whenever I have free time. It's boring at home."
"I feel wronged to you, Ming'er"
The scholar took Miss Meng's hand with an apology on his face.
"Miss, go back quickly! The master will get angry again later." At this time, a servant girl reminded at the door.
"Brother Zhang, Brother Ai, Ming'er are going back first." Miss Meng blushed and took out her hands.
"Brother Ai, Ming'er wants to say goodbye to you!" Seeing that the scarred man was motionless, the scholar hurriedly pushed him and reminded him.
"Oh! It's Miss Meng," the scarred man replied awkwardly.
After Miss Meng left, the scholar hurriedly asked: "Brother Ai, what were you thinking about just now."
"Nothing, I just want a friend." The scarred man picked up the full wine glass, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, replying bitterly.
