The Way of the Mysterious Dust

　　 "Liu Yu, the uncle will go back to Gaoyang City first. The sect disciple who came to assist is already on the road and will be coming soon." Zheng Changxin and other messy crowds exited the backyard and called Liu Yu to say.

　　 "Uncle Master, don't you live for a few more days?" Liu Yu quickly persuaded.

　　 "No, after returning to Gaoyang City, I have to rush back to the Zongmen to report the matter. Time is running out."

　　 "Liu Yu, you made a great contribution this time, and the sect will not treat you badly. I will wait for the next time my uncle will bring you the reward." Zheng Changxin smiled and patted Liu Yu.

　　 "Thank you, Master, I have worked hard." Liu Yu saw Zheng Changxin smile, and his tight body relaxed slightly.

　　 In the past few days, this uncle Zheng has been acting extremely harshly, making it difficult for people to get close. Zheng Changxin didn't speak any more, casting a spell to provoke 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 shouldn’t be ups and downs anymore!

　　 In the afternoon, I received a letter from Wang Lun. The letter greeted Liu Yu for his safety and whether he was injured. Obviously, he heard the rumors in Xiaowei Village, so the letter came.

　　 What happened in Xiaowei Village quickly spread to the outside world, and everyone was amazed. The village was slaughtered overnight, and four celestial masters died in battle. These appalling things happened, and rumors from the people suddenly became more and more mysterious.

　　 Three days later, three seniors came from Gaoyang City and moved into the Tianshi Mansion. The three of them had served in Gaoyang City and were urgently transferred to Yannan City. The three brought a letter of appointment from the sect. Among them, the senior brother Song Ming replaced Li Songlin as the manager of Yannan City, and the two senior brothers Xue Xing and Li Baimo assisted Song Ming.

　　 also brought arrangements for Liu Yu from the sect. Liu Yu was transferred from Tianping County to Yannan City, and Tianping County sent a freelancer to work. The Sanxiu and Song Ming trio set off from Gaoyang City together. After being separated from the trio outside Yannan City, they were already on their way to Tianping County.

　　 The Yin Linghua of the Zhang family has already 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 there were also all the famous figures in Yannan City. After the banquet, Liu Yu led the three seniors back to the Heavenly Master's Mansion. The four sat down in the front hall, and the servants brought tea.

　　 "Junior Brother Liu, how long have you been here in Yannan City?" Song Ming chatted.

　　 "Brother Song, my brother has been here for five years." Liu Yu took a breath and replied, sighing how fast time has passed.

　　 "Brother Liu, tell us about the evil cultivation!" Li Baimo asked excitedly, his eyes bright and very interested.

　　 "That day..." Seeing all three of them looked over and looked curious, Liu Yu began to talk.

　　 Liu Yu has recounted many times these days, and now it is very smooth. The three people who listened were amazed from time to time, lamenting the danger at the time. The four of them chatted and left until late at night, and went back to the house. Through small talk, Liu Yu got some understanding of the three seniors.

　　 Song and Ming, nine levels of Qi training, gold and fire dual spiritual roots. She has fair skin and short beard, and her expression is indifferent between talking and laughing, just like a middle-aged scholar who reads poems and books.

　　 Xue Xing, practiced Qi in seven layers, with three spiritual roots of gold, wood, and fire. He was the oldest of the three, with white hair on his head. Holding a jade pipe in his hand, he sometimes lifted up a mouthful and exhaled light white smoke. It's not what kind of tobacco, but the smell of smoke lingers around the entire lobby.

　　 Li Baimo, practicing Qi in seven layers, with dual roots of wood and soil. Slightly older than Liu Yu, Yushu faces the wind, with thick eyebrows, and very handsome. He asks the most during small talks, and has a hearty personality.

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

　　 Two brothers Song Ming and Xue Xing like to be clean, and occasionally go to major medical centers in the city, and spend most of their time in the house to rest. Li Baimo is very active, often drags Liu Yu around to play, and also finds Liu Yu to learn about swordsmanship and exchange his training experience.

　　 The Qimeng Building in Pinghu County is full of voices and full of seats. It is noon and there are many people dining. This Qimeng Building is the first restaurant in Pinghu County. The food is exquisite and delicious, and the environment is antique. A few good dishes such as Xiaogu Chicken, Mengfu Yipin Hotpot, and tempeh catfish are all well-known.

"Outside the city of Yannan City, there is a mountain named Daqui Mountain, and there is a small village in the mountain. That night, the black wind was high and the wind was violent..." An old man who was more than ancient and dressed in a blue gown was indecisive. , Said cheerfully.

　　 The men, women, and children in the Seven Meng Building are all listening with gusto. This storyteller is talking about the new version, the case of killing demons in Xiaowei Village. I've just said it once or twice, and it's very popular, causing exclamations from time to time.

　　 "Brother Ai, have you heard about this? Just not far from Yannan City, Huang Shengzong died of four disciples." said a handsome man dressed as a scholar.

　　 "I heard that there are evil repairs that harm people, and four people were sacrificed during the containment." A dark-skinned man with a scar on his face replied.

　　 "It seems that the last evil cultivator was killed by a disciple of Huang Shengzong named "Liu Yu".

　　 "Liu Yu!" The man with the knife suddenly fell into thought.

　　 A well-behaved, thin boy suddenly appeared in his mind. At that time, he always followed him, asking questions.

　　 Huang Shengshan is the eternal pain in his heart~www.readwn.com~ When he was lifted down the mountain by law enforcement disciples, he was panicked and helpless, begging hard. At that time, he shed tears all his life. The life of Huang Shengshan's practice is also the happiest time in his life, carefree. The thin boy was his only friend on the mountain, and the two said nothing, he was like his own brother.

　　 "Brother Zhang!" A cordial female voice came from the door of Yajian.

　　 A beautiful young lady in a white dress came to the scholar with a smile on her face.

　　 "Mei Meng, why are you here and let you out of the house?" The scholar stood up and asked happily.

"No! It's just a visitor from home, come and buy some good dishes to entertain the guests. I guess you and Big Brother Ai are dining here on weekdays. They might meet this hour, so they took the initiative to ask my father to come." Ms. Meng Said with a look of luck.

　　 "That's it! Uncle, he didn't embarrass you!" the scholar asked with concern.

　　 "No, my father just won't let me go out. It's okay. As long as I have time, I will sneak out. The house is boring."

　　 "I'm wronged you, Ming'er"

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

　　 "Miss, go back soon! Master will get angry again later." At this time, a wife reminded her at the door.

　　 "Big Brother Zhang, Big Brother Ai, Ming'er is going home first." Miss Meng blushed and said with her hands out.

　　 "Brother Ai, Ming'er is saying goodbye to you!" Seeing that the scarred man was silent, he hurriedly pushed and reminded him.

　　 "Oh! It's Miss Meng," the scar man replied in embarrassment.

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

　　 "Nothing, I want a friend." The scarred man picked up a full glass of wine, raised his head and ate it all, and replied bitterly.