Dozens of monks were divided into several teams and appeared one after another from the woods opposite. They came up from the wide front. When Wu Sheng found out, he had completely lost the chance to escape.
He subconsciously shrank behind a rock, temporarily hiding his figure. However, the rock was only six feet high and five feet wide. It stood alone at the foot of the mountain, with no cover on either side and no time to dig a crack in the ground.
When it was over, Wu Sheng suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
"Everyone cheered up. We went to the riverside and searched carefully. We found the person. The master has a big reward."
"Now that we know Hall Master Song, brothers will do their best."
"Don't be perfunctory, brothers are all new to the sect. Some of you followed Song and transferred from the Longquan Sect. I don't recognize most of you, but no matter what, if you want to stand out in the sect, If you want to rely on the master, you have to work hard. Whether you do well or not depends on whether you are doing your best. God is watching, the master is watching, and I am watching too, do you understand?"
"I know Hall Master Song, don't worry, old man."
"How to go ahead? Shi Jiu? Shi Jiu?"
"Hall Master Song...this is Lao Huangpo, the fork is to the left."
"Shi Jiu, you are an old man from Langshan. Tell me, is there any hiding place nearby?"
"I am not an old man. I just came to Langshan a few years ago...but there is really no place to hide nearby..."
Dozens of people just talked and came over.
Wu Sheng could not really stand, sit or lie down behind the rock. He was so uncomfortable that he could only "face the wall and think about his fault" subconsciously. His face was almost pressed against the stone - I can't see you, and you can't see either. see me.
But this was just a cover-up. How could such a big living person be invisible behind a stone with no cover?
Then he saw a person coming to his side. He turned his head and looked over, with a half-smile on his face.
Wu Sheng took a deep breath and was about to fight for his life when he saw this man unfastening his belt and pouring water on the rocks. He kept mumbling while pouring water:
"Brother, the kidneys are the foundation of the innate nature. They govern water, the two bowels, and store essence. If there is a problem with the bowels, there will be many troubles in the future...Brother, I was not suffering very much back then. When I was last year, I went to Moshan to pray. Wen Zhi, the master of the holy hand alchemy, was given a bottle of Shengyang Pill. After taking the seven elixirs..."
Having said this, he shook his hips and reached out to pat Wu Sheng's shoulder: "Guess what? Okay! You can go there later, but it's a bit more expensive... Before that, I can only hold my breath... ...Brother, how difficult is it for you to get to this point? You haven't even unbuckled your belt, haha...hold your breath, right...can't you come out?"
"Haha, it's...I feel better...Thank you." Wu Sheng tied up his trousers and mumbled a thank you. At the same time, he looked around, listened in all directions, and used his peripheral vision to glance at other people's movements.
The monks were chatting and laughing, surrounded by an elder wearing a square-footed hat, and continued to move forward from the rock side one after another. No one glanced at him. Wu Sheng had just been hiding behind the rocks and listening to their discussion, and concluded that this elder should be Hall Master Song, from the original Longquan Sect.
The person next to him waved his hand: "You're very polite. From now on we are all classmates. Let's go and follow."
Wu Sheng followed him bravely, slowing down his steps, intending to follow and fall behind.
Less than three feet behind, the man turned around and said, "Hurry up."
Wu Sheng scolded the other party in his heart, and had to follow him again. He heard this person ask: "Where are brothers from? Langshan? Longquan Sect? Or are you new to the group?"
Wu Sheng was about to answer "new ones", but he heard him say: "There seem to be only three new members in our hall. How come we haven't seen any brothers?"
Wu Sheng quickly changed his words: "I'm from Langshan. I just joined Langshan not long ago."
The man introduced himself: "I am from Zhongli of Chu State. My surname is Zhongli. My single name is Ying. Where are my brothers?"
Wu Sheng said: "A native of Jin, Sun family, Sun Wu."
Zhong Liying suddenly whispered: "Brother Sun, speaking of which, you are also a newcomer. We newcomers must take care of each other, otherwise we will be easily bullied by the old people. The Shenyin Sect was first established when the rules and regulations were not strict, and many You have to take the initiative to fight for everything, otherwise even if you make great achievements, it will be easily invaded by others. I have experience in this area. I have joined three sects before, and they are all like this... By the way, that is Chen Bu, the sword master of Chen State, and he is also a newbie. Here comes...Brother Chen—Brother Chen Bu—"
This voice suddenly shouted out, and many people walking in front turned around to look over. Wu Sheng's heart suddenly tightened, and he could almost feel water in his hands. Fortunately, so many people just glanced at him, but no one recognized Wu Sheng.
The Shenyin Sect had just been established, and Hall Master Song was responsible for planning the establishment of a hall. These people were all recruited by him to join, including old men from the Longquan Sect, newcomers from all over the country, and even a few Langshan natives like Shi San. Earthly monks are a mixed bag. They didn't know Wu Sheng, and Wu Sheng didn't know them. Even Shi Jiu, who was working as a tour guide for everyone, had never met Wu Sheng. Now Wu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Bu is a young man with a cloth wrapped around his head and a huge long sword stuck on his back. This is usually how a swordsman is dressed.
After he was called over by Zhong Liying, he greeted Wu Sheng happily, said "Long time" to each other, and walked side by side.
After passing Laohuangpo ahead, the road forked to the left, and soon we would reach Hongshui. Wu Sheng had just walked this road, and now he had to walk back. He really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Hall Master Song reiterated at the front of the team: "Assassin Wu Sheng, I think many people have heard of it. He is famous. He has a fair face and a thin body, so he is easy to recognize. You don't need to be intimidated by his reputation. This person is very famous." The qi sea has been sealed for the leader, and he can't display even a little bit of cultivation. And according to Protector Mai, this person is most likely to have broken his left arm. There is Hongshui in front of him. We have arrived at Beitang late, but we can Late, it’s not that you can’t make contributions. As long as you work hard and add a little luck, Wu Sheng will definitely fall on our Beitang! I, Song Yan, have always had better luck than others. I hope you won’t ruin my reputation! "
Everyone agreed with a loud voice, raised their arms and shouted, making a lot of noise, vowing to capture Wu Sheng and bring him back to the mountain. Even Wu Sheng raised his hands and shouted his determination, vowing to capture him and send him to Shenyin Peak to perform meritorious service.
At this moment, two people rushed over: "Where is Hall Master Song?"
When Wu Sheng saw them, he immediately shrank behind Zhong Liying and Chen Bu, not daring to show his face - it was the Ying brothers who were old acquaintances.
The Ying brothers came here under orders, and gave the order to Hall Master Song, asking Beitang to search the banks on the river side of the five hills on the left. After conveying the order, they left in a hurry.
Hall Master Song passed on the order from the head of the family and assigned tasks according to the old method, with three people working in groups to look after each other.
Zhong Liying grabbed Wu Sheng and Chen Bu and said, "Brothers, you and I, help each other, and let's search... the northeast side of that mountain."
Chen Bu asked: "Where is the Sophora Flower Sword?"
Zhong Liying snorted: "Didn't you see her fawning over Shi Jiu now?"
He asked Wu Sheng again: "Why is my face dirty? There is mud..."
Wu Sheng quickly covered it up: "It's okay, I use the ointment for my own use...yes, yes, it's for kidney healing."
