"Liu Yu, uncle, please go back to Gaoyang City first. The disciples from the sect who came to assist are already on the way and will arrive soon." After Zheng Changxin and other chaotic crowds exited the backyard, he called Liu Yu and said.
"Uncle, how many days can we stay here?" 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. Just wait until next time when your uncle brings you a reward." Zheng Changxin smiled slightly and patted Liu Yu and said.
"Thank you, uncle. It's time for your work." Liu Yu smiled when he saw Zheng Changxin, and his tense body relaxed slightly.
In the past few days, Uncle Zheng has been acting extremely stern and unapproachable. Zheng Changxin did not say any more, and cast a 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 which 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 quickly spread to the outside world, and everyone was amazed. The village was massacred overnight, and four heavenly masters died in battle. When these horrific things happened, rumors spread among the people, and the rumors became more and more mysterious.
Three days later, three senior brothers came to Gaoyang City and moved into the Tianshi Mansion. The three of them were working in Gaoyang City and were transferred to Yannan City in an emergency.
The three of them brought the appointment letter 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 three people set off from Gaoyang City together and arrived in Yannan City.
After being separated from the three people outside Nancheng, they were already on their way to Tianping County.
The Zhang family's Yin Ling Flower has been harvested, so there is no need to send another sect disciple to monitor it in a short time.
Lin Zifeng hosted a banquet for three people in the Dafeng Building in the evening. The atmosphere was harmonious, and prominent figures in Yannan City were also present. 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
Tea was served.
"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 in the past few days, and now he speaks very fluently. The three people who listened were amazed from time to time, lamenting the danger at that time. The four chatted until late at night before they dispersed and went back to their houses. Through small talk, Liu Yu learned about the three senior brothers
Got some understanding.
During the Song and Ming Dynasties, he was at the ninth level of Qi training, with spiritual roots of gold and fire. He had fair skin, a short beard, and an indifferent expression when talking and laughing, like a middle-aged Confucian scholar who had read many poems and books.
Xue Xing, a seventh-level Qi practitioner with spiritual roots of metal, wood and fire. He is the oldest among the three. He has white hair and holds a jade pipe in his hand. From time to time, he lifts it up to take a puff and spits out light white smoke.
It’s not some kind of tobacco, but the fragrance of smoke lingers in the entire front hall.
Li Baimo, a seventh-level Qi practitioner with spiritual roots of wood and earth. He is slightly older than Liu Yu, has a jade tree facing the wind, 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 liked to be clean, and occasionally went to major medical clinics in the city, and stayed indoors to rest most of the time. Li Baimo was very active, and often took Liu Yu around to play, and also sought out Liu Yu for advice.
Sword skills, exchange of practice experience.
Qimenglou in Pinghu County is bustling with people and the seats are packed. It is noon, there are many people dining, and business is booming.
This Qimenglou is the No. 1 restaurant in Pinghu County. The food is exquisite and delicious, and the environment is antique. It has a few specialties, including Xiaogu's chicken, Mengfu's first-class hot pot, and black bean catfish, which are all delicious and delicious.
"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 in high spirits.
All the men, women and children in the Qimeng Tower listened with great interest. The old storyteller was talking about a new version, the Demon Extermination Case in Xiaowei Village. It had only been told once or twice, and it was very popular, causing exclamations from time to time.
"Brother Ai, have you heard about this? In Yannan City not far away, four disciples of Huang Shengzong 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 scary scar on his face replied.
"It seems that the last evil cultivator was killed by a Huang Shengzong disciple named "Liu Yu", otherwise he ran away, and I don't know how many people would have been killed." The scholar man said happily.
"Liu Yu!" The man with the knife suddenly fell into deep thought.
A well-behaved, thin young man suddenly appeared in his mind. At that time, he was always following him, asking questions.
Huang Shengshan was an eternal pain in his heart. When he was carried down the mountain by law enforcement disciples, he was frightened and helpless, begging bitterly. At that time, he shed all the tears of his life.
The life of cultivation in Huangsheng Mountain was also the happiest time in his life, carefree. The skinny boy was his only friend on the mountain. The two talked about everything, just like his own brothers.
"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 said.
Face said luckily.
"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.