Upon hearing the words "return to the sect", everyone immediately cheered up.
For this period of time, everyone has been speculating on Li Mu's origin.
Some said he was from the Heavenly Corpse Sect, some said he was from the Blood Fiend Sect, and some said he was from Nanchanzhou Wan Gu Tower. The rumors became more and more outrageous.
Although everyone has different opinions, everyone believes that their master comes from an extremely powerful evil sect.
Wu Sanjiu plucked up the courage and asked nervously:
"Sir, could you tell me your apprenticeship?"
"Oh?" Li Mu turned around and glanced at him, "Are you so curious?"
Wu Sanjiu immediately said: "As your subordinates, we have half-stepped into the sect to which you belong. If we meet seniors from the same sect in the future, we can report our status and there will be no misunderstandings."
Li Mu looked at the others, "You also want to know?"
Everyone nodded like garlic.
Li Mu smiled faintly, "As I said earlier, I am a disciple of the Taiyuan Sect."
Everyone: "..."
Seeing everyone's disbelief, Li Mu didn't bother to explain, so he called Su Ling'er and left in a flying boat.
The flying boat travels at high speed among the green mountains and green waters.
After only half a day's journey, we returned to Qingyun Peak.
Seeing that Li Mu was going to Dengyun Tower, Su Ling'er didn't want to see her father. After saying goodbye to Li Mu, she ran away with her sword as if running away.
Li Mu shook his head.
The master gave her a grounding order, but she followed him to Chaoyang Peak and stayed there for less than half a month.
Only then did I know I was afraid.
Li Mu came to Dengyun Tower and found Immortal Dazhi.
The great deacon in purple was a little embarrassed:
"The Peak Master is busy with official duties. If the Holy Son just wants to say hello, I will just go and tell him."
Li Mu cupped his hands and said, "I do have something to ask Master."
Immortal Dazhi hesitated for a moment, and then said: "The peak master should be in the back mountain at the moment."
"Didn't you say you were busy with official duties?" Li Mu was slightly startled and came to the back mountain.
Sure enough, I saw an immortal fishing and drinking tea under the pavilion by the pond.
This old man is fishing again.
Li Mu stepped forward, bowed his hands and said, "Master."
Su Bing made a silent gesture and stared at the float with all his attention.
The float moved up and down, causing ripples in circles.
Suddenly, the float sank underwater and jumped up again.
Su Bing suddenly lifted the fishing rod, but there was nothing on the hook.
"These beasts are becoming more and more cunning."
He cursed, took out a small insect from the jade bottle next to him, and hung it on the fishhook.
When the sharp fishhook penetrated the body of the little insect, the little insect struggled violently.
The majestic and violent demon power was beating like a huge wind and huge waves.
Li Mu looked carefully and realized that the little insect on the fishhook was clearly a shrunken golden python.
He killed a fourth-level black-scaled demon eel at Chaoyang Peak.
In terms of demonic power, the python on the hook is several orders of magnitude stronger than the black-scale demon eel!
According to his speculation, this golden python that was used as bait was at least a sixth-level monster!
The sixth level is equivalent to the great power of the human race in the realm of transformation into gods.
Seeing that the python kept twisting, Su Bing pinched off its lower half and threw it into the pond.
Immediately, a red carp swam over and swallowed half of the python into its mouth.
With only half of its body left, the golden python seemed to have accepted its fate, no longer struggling, and allowed the sharp fishhook to pass through its mouth and penetrate its body.
Su Bing threw the rod forward, and the bait fell into the water and slowly sank.
But... after a while, there was no movement on the float.
"Come and sit."
Li Mu walked forward and sat down on the chair made of condensed blue clouds.
"Do you know the fun of fishing?" Su Bing asked.
Li Mu thought for a while, "It can pass the time."
Immortals have a long lifespan, ranging from thousands of years to tens of thousands of years.
Such a long time will inevitably lead to boredom.
An activity like fishing is a great way to pass the time.
Su Bing shook his head.
"It's a game."
"I caught the fish in this fish pond. They know that I am fishing for them. But firstly, they will be hungry if they stay in it for a long time; secondly, my bait is very fragrant, and they are willing to eat it for this bite. Risk your life.”
"It's like the ghost cultivator in the Valley of Forgotten River."
"The ghost tribe in Xihe Prefecture dares to cause trouble under the nose of our Taiyuan Sect. They just take a fancy to the ghosts of the ancient battlefield there and think that we will not care about such trivial matters."
Li Mu said: "Senior Brother Ninth asked me to deal with the ghost cultivator. In other words, we still have to take care of it."
Su Bingdao: "It's just a coincidence. If we didn't happen to open a mansion in Chaoyang Peak, we wouldn't care about such a small ghost cultivator, nor would we break the Taiyuan Sect's rules for a small Tiannan."
Disciples of the Taiyuan Sect can only rely on their own strength to open up caves.
Of course, if you really encounter a strong enemy, you can still return to the sect to bring in reinforcements.
But few people would do this. After all, the cave can be changed, and once face is lost, it is difficult to get it back.
Immortals value face, and disciples also attach great importance to face.
Li Mu thought for a moment and asked, "But that ghost cultivator has already entered the Bronze Ghost Gate and escaped. This fish can't be caught."
Su Bing only smiled slightly, but he didn't see any movement. Light and shadow appeared on the surface of the pond in front of him.
In the picture, there are four ghosts, carrying a big red sedan chair, walking on a certain road.
But one of the ghosts carrying the sedan looked like an old man.
Li Mu frowned slightly.
It seems that the old man in the Nascent Soul stage has died and his soul has become the slave of the ghost cultivator.
As if feeling something, the big red sedan suddenly stopped.
The sedan curtain was opened, and a copper basin was handed out. There was a stack of paper money in the basin.
Gan Lao, who had turned into a ghost, squatted down and blew into the basin.
Blowing and blowing, the paper money burned, and thick smoke came out, covering the big red sedan chair and the entire road.
"There are quite a few methods, but it's a pity that it's just a small ghost soldier, which is very boring."
Su Bing was not interested in dispersing the smoke, or in other words, he was not interested in watching this ghost cultivator.
"It hasn't finished its work in Wangchuan Valley yet, and will go back at any time. You have the Source One Talisman of Shenqing Palace. As long as you can master one percent of it, you can easily deal with it."
Li Mo subconsciously rubbed his palms.
The source talisman of the Shenqing Palace, which can produce hundreds of thousands of talismans to exorcise evil spirits, has been upgraded to a ghost-controlling talisman.
The ghost cultivator in the big red sedan chair is a ghost soldier.
If you want to control the ghost, you need to upgrade the ghost control talisman to level four.
It still takes some time.
Li Mu put aside his thoughts and said, "Master, when I come here this time, I have one more thing I want to ask for advice."
As he spoke, he took out a jar from the storage ring and placed it on the ground.
Su Bing glanced at it and said, "Things taught by Tan'er in Luzhou in the north."
