"Liu Yu, Uncle Shi will go back to Gaoyang City first, and the disciples of the sect who came to assist are already on the way, and they will be coming soon. After Zheng Changxin and the other chaotic crowd exited the backyard, they called Liu Yu and said.

"Uncle Shi, how many more days will you stay?" Liu Yu hurriedly persuaded.

"No, after returning to Gaoyang City, I have to rush back to the sect to report this matter, and the time is urgent. ”

"Liu Yu, you have made a great contribution this time, the sect will not treat you badly, just wait for the next time Uncle Shi will bring you the reward. Zheng Changxin smiled slightly, patted Liu Yu and said.

"Thank you, uncle, for your hard work. Liu Yu saw Zheng Changxin smile, and his body, which had been tense, relaxed slightly.

In the past few days, this Uncle Zheng has been extremely stern, which makes people unable to get close. Zheng Changxin didn't say anything more, cast a spell and summoned a flying sword, cutting through the sky and flying towards Gaoyang City.

Liu Yu looked at the green sword light in the distance, thinking in his heart that things should not have any twists and turns!

In the afternoon, I received a letter from Wang Lun, in which he asked Liu Yu about his safety and whether he was injured.

What happened in Xiaowei Village quickly spread to the outside world, and everyone was amazed. The village was slaughtered overnight, four heavenly masters were killed in battle, and these horrific things happened, and the people suddenly spread rumors, and the more and more mysterious.

Three days later, three senior brothers came to Gaoyang City and stayed in the Heavenly Master's Mansion. The three of them were originally in Gaoyang City, but they were urgently transferred to Yannan City. The three of them brought the appointment letter of the sect, among which the senior brother Song Ming replaced Li Songlin as the head of Yannan City, and the two senior brothers Xue Xing and Li Baimo assisted Song Ming.

At the same time, it also brought the sect's arrangement for Liu Yu, Liu Yu was transferred from Tianping County to Yannan City to take up a post, and Tianping County sent a loose cultivator to take up the post. That Sanxiu and Song Ming set off from Gaoyang City together, and after separating from the three outside Yannan City, they were already on their way to Tianping County.

The Zhang family's Yin Spirit Flower has already been harvested, so there is no need to send another sect disciple to monitor it in a short time.

Lin Zifeng invited three people to a banquet in Dafeng Lou in the evening, and the atmosphere was harmonious, and the leading figures in Yannan City also participated. After the banquet, Liu Yu led the three senior brothers back to the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and the four of them sat down in the front hall, and the servants served tea.

"Senior Brother Liu, how long has it been since you came to Yannan City. Song Ming chatted.

"Senior Brother Song, it's been five years since my junior brother came here. Liu Yu took a breath and replied, and couldn't help but sigh that time passed 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 and showed curiosity, Liu Yu began to tell.

Liu Yu has recounted it many times these days, and now it is very fluent. The three people who listened to it were amazed from time to time, lamenting the danger at that time. The four of them chatted late at night before they dispersed, and each went back to the house. Through small talk, Liu Yu got to know the three senior brothers.

Song Ming, the ninth layer of Qi training, the double spiritual root of gold and fire. He has fair skin, a short beard, and an indifferent expression when talking and laughing, like a middle-aged Confucian who has read poetry and books.

Xue Xing, the seventh-layer Qi practitioner, the three spiritual roots of gold, wood, and fire, the oldest of the three, has white hair on his head, and holds a jade cigarette gun in his hand, and sometimes raises it to take a puff and spit out a faint white smoke. It's not any kind of tobacco, but the smell of smoke lingers throughout the front hall.

Li Baimo, the seventh layer of Qi training, the double spiritual roots of wood and earth. Slightly older than Liu Yu, the jade tree is in the wind, the eyebrows are thick, and he is very handsome. In the small talk, he asks the most questions, and his personality is hearty.

A month later, Yannan City gradually returned to calm, and everything was back on track.

The two senior brothers, Song Ming and Xue Xing, like to be clean, occasionally go to the major medical centers in the city, and spend most of their time in the house to rest. Li Baimo is very active, often pulling Liu Yu around to play, and also looking for Liu Yu to learn the art of the sword and exchange cultivation experience.

Qimenglou in Pinghu County, the voice of the people is boiling, the seats are full, it is noon, and there are many people dining. This Qimenglou is the first restaurant in Pinghu County, the food is exquisite and delicious, and the environment is antique. Several good dishes, such as sister-in-law's chicken, Mengfu Yipin pot, and black bean and catfish, are all colorful and fragrant, which can be described as household names.

"Outside the city of Yannan, there is a mountain named Daji Mountain, and there is a small walled village in the mountain. That night was dark and windy, and the wind was strong......" said an old man in a blue gown, gushing and beaming.

The men, women and children in the Qimenglou building all listened with relish, and the old man was talking about the new version, the case of destroying 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? Not far from Yannan City, Huang Shengzong had four disciples dead. A handsome man dressed as a scholar said.

"I heard that there are evil cultivators who harm people, and four people were sacrificed during the siege. A man with a slightly dark complexion and a terrifying scar on his face replied.

"It seems that the last evil cultivator was killed by a disciple of Huang Shengzong 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, emaciated teenager suddenly appeared in his mind. At that time, I always followed him and asked questions.

Huang Shengshan is an eternal pain in his heart, when he was carried down the mountain by the law enforcement disciples, he was terrified and helpless, and begged bitterly, at that time he shed tears all his life. Huang Shengshan's life of cultivation was also the happiest time of his life, carefree. The emaciated boy was his only friend on the mountain, and the two talked to each other, and he was like his own brother.

"Brother Zhang!" a kind female voice came from the door of the private room.

A young lady with a beautiful face and a long white dress walked towards the scholar with a smile on her face.

"Sister Meng, why are you here, the family let you out?" the scholar stood up happily and asked.

"No, it's just that the guests at home have come to invite a few good dishes back to entertain the guests. I guess you and Brother Ai are dining here on weekdays, and this time is the right time, so I took the initiative to ask my father to come. Miss Meng said with a lucky face.

"Well, uncle, he didn't embarrass you!" asked the scholar with concern.

"No, my father just won't let me go out, it's okay, as long as I'm free, I'll sneak out, the house is stuffy. ”

"I've wronged you, Ming'er"

The scholar took Miss Meng's hand and looked apologetic.

"Miss, go back quickly! At this time, a maid reminded at the door.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Ai, Ming'er will go back first. Miss Meng blushed, pulled out her hands and said.

"Brother Ai, Ming'er is saying goodbye to you!" Seeing that the scarred man didn't move, the scholar hurriedly pushed it down and reminded.

"Oh, it's Miss Meng," the scarred man replied embarrassedly.

After Miss Meng left, the scholar hurriedly asked, "Brother Ai, what were you thinking just now?" ”

"Nothing, think of a friend. The scarred man picked up the full glass, looked up and took a sip, and replied bitterly.