The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

"Master, please don't blame me for coming back late." Yi Ming stood on the stone path and saluted towards Elder Xu.

"Forget it, let's talk about what you gained from this experience down the mountain." Elder Xu put down the tea bowl, glanced up and down at Yi Ming, and no longer mentioned the fact that the other party's delayed return caused his ranking to be invalidated.

"Disciple followed the orders of Master and Sect Leader and killed the fox demon that was harming the people and got the demon pill, but..." Yi Ming lowered his head and couldn't say any more.

At this time, everyone in the sect knew that Xue Cheng had obtained the demon pill and was at the top of the training ranking.

Elder Xu understood the meaning of the disciple's words, and also knew about the feud between the disciple and the sect leader's son. But no matter what the process was, the situation was now determined.

The demon pill is now in Xue Cheng's hands.

"The demon fox inner elixir that I asked you to collect is gone, so the agreement to promote you to a personal disciple is no longer valid. Do you have any objection?"

Yi Ming shook his head: "No, disciple understands."

He had argued and fought hard, trying to ask the master in front of him to give him another chance, but in the end, it was all in vain.

At this moment, Yi Ming was unwilling to negotiate too much with the other party.

"Go down."

"Yes"

Seeing Yi Ming turn around and leave quickly, Elder Xu paused for a moment, hesitated for a moment, called him to stop, and took out a notebook from his sleeve:

"Wait... These notes are what I wrote in my spare time. Take them back and read them. They will be helpful for tomorrow's inner sect selection."

Yi Ming picked it up from the stone table, lowered his eyes to look at it, bowed and thanked: "Thank you, Master."

"Go."

Closing the gate, Yi Ming walked around a bamboo forest, quickened his pace, and headed for the remote bamboo house where he lived.

The residences of outer disciples are simple, and some of them live in groups of three or four. They do not have independent courtyards and servants like the direct disciples.

The reason why Yi Ming can live alone is because this house is too shabby and remote, and no one chose it, so it fell on his head.

At the same time, it also makes it convenient for those people to come and cause trouble from time to time.

After not coming back for a long time, the bamboo house was uninhabited and dust was everywhere, forming a thick layer of dust.

Yi Ming first cleared out the wooden bed, changed the bedding, and after placing You Mu down, he rolled up his sleeves and fetched water from outside the yard to clean the house.

Even though he used the cleaning spell, he still felt that the cleaning was not thorough enough, and it would be better to wipe it with clean water to feel at ease. In the past, when he lived alone, he could just make do with it, but now that You Mu is here, he has to clean it thoroughly.

"What a rubbish, it's just some low-level magic, how can you show it off like this? You look so stingy."

The evil ghost lay on his side at the head of the bed, occasionally leaning over the pillow, flipping through the notes he got from Elder Xu, with a look of disgust on his face, and finally threw them directly on the wet wooden floor.

"Don't bother with these unorthodox methods, little Taoist priest. If you want to learn the orthodox magic, I will memorize the formulas for you."

Although You Mu had been suppressed for many years, he had seen a lot of things while being in these sects, so he naturally recognized these spells.

Yi Ming's mopping movements slowed down a bit, he looked up at the unruly evil ghost lying beside his bed, and said with a smile: "Then I'll trouble you, Amu, I just need these."

The mopping cloth touched the notebook that was thrown on the ground. Yi Ming picked it up, put it on the table, and continued to mop the floor with his head down.

"They have never been sincere to me, so how could they really teach me everything they know?" I'm afraid they want him to grow, but are also worried that he will get out of control.

You just have to leave some room.

Later, he found out that he was chosen by the elders of the sect as the best candidate to fight against You Mu. A sacrifice to die together with the Ghost King to preserve the glory of the sect and everyone else.

They said that he had a clean background, hated evil spirits, and was committed to this path. Most importantly, there was no causal relationship between him and You Mu, so he could not be attracted by the ghost realm that the other party had cast.

This is why, even though Xue Cheng clearly disliked him very much, the Sect Master tried to persuade him to stay again and again. Although his training was difficult, he gradually reached the top of the Zhengyang Sect.

But every time the headmaster dissuaded him, it seemed to help him out, but it only deepened the feud between Xue Cheng and him. It turned out that they were not blind or unaware of the humiliation he suffered, but they just didn't care.

She didn't even bother to pretend in front of him.

Everything he went through and the path he took were all carefully planned by others. How sad is that?

He once thought that Elder Xu treated him well, so he sincerely regarded him as his mentor, and believed that the other party's helplessness was due to his insufficient status and authority.

But later on, Yi Ming realized clearly that the small favors the other party gave him were just the tiny bit of pity they showed him after planning everything.

False compassion.

The indigo pages were covered in mud, and without anyone to monitor them, the stains gradually soaked through the cover and blurred the ink on the handwriting.

"Xiao Ming."

Hearing the call, Yi Ming raised his eyes and saw the evil ghost beside the bed shaking his empty ankles.

He was stunned, and for some reason his thoughts drifted back to the bells adorning the heads of the players who were playing around at the Lantern Festival a few days ago.

If you tie a bell on the evil ghost's ankle, it will surely make a ringing sound, which is crisp and pleasant to the ear.

"come over."

Suppressing his thoughts, Yi Ming put down the dirty towel, washed his hands, and walked over.

The evil ghost stretched out his hand and grabbed his collar, and with great force, he suddenly dragged him to the bed. The black hair hung down on the side of his neck, making him feel a little itchy. Yi Ming moved his neck, but was held down again, and the other party pressed him even lower.

"Don't move. I seem to be running low on energy. Give me some more."

His throat also began to itch, and Yi Ming really stopped moving. He opened his eyes and watched the evil ghost's kisses falling continuously.

After being disturbed by this, the past memories quickly retreated, and the mood was no longer low. However, the half-wiped floor and the wet cloth were thrown on the ground, as if they could not wait for this person to come and take care of them again...

"Yi Ming, Junior Brother Yi?"

Inside the bamboo house, the young Taoist priest who had just been suppressed by the evil ghost broke free from his restraints and held the evil ghost to continue breathing. When he wanted to continue, he was interrupted by a voice that suddenly broke into the yard.

"Go and take a look?" The evil ghost in his arms licked the corner of his lips, swallowed all the leaking breath, withdrew from Yi Ming, and his figure faded.

It was not enough, but the people outside the yard were already walking towards the bamboo house. Yi Ming straightened his clothes and stood up to open the door.

The bamboo door was opened from the inside. Yi Ming saw the person coming and asked without changing his expression:

"Brother Yu, what's the matter?"

The man's name was Yu Fang, and like him, he was an apprentice who had been promoted from a menial servant. They were all considered outer disciples of Elder Xu, and if they achieved good results in the outer sect competition, they could be promoted to the inner sect and receive Elder Xu's instruction.

Yu Fang got along quite well with him and never followed Xue Cheng's instigation to isolate him. Sometimes when he saw Xue Cheng's men robbing him of his food, he would send some food to help him.

Looking at the bamboo basket in the other party's hand, this time is no different.

"You have hurried back and probably haven't eaten yet. I left some sweet potatoes for you, eat them while they are hot. Also, this is the order card for tomorrow's outer sect selection. Since you were not here this morning, I got it for you."

Yu Fang smiled, handed over the bamboo basket, and took out a wooden sign tied with a red rope.

Yi Ming took it, turned around and put it on the bamboo chair by the window in the room. Turning around, Yu Fang was still standing by the door.

"Anything else?"

"No, you take a rest, I'm leaving first." Pinching his sleeves, Yu Fang shook his head quickly and left.

After locking the door, Yi Ming picked up the order card with the number nineteen written on it and threw it aside without any surprise.

As the headmaster's own son and a direct disciple, Xue Cheng had no need to participate in such a selection. In order to suppress him, the other party really went to great lengths.

Yu Fang must have received some benefits from Xue Cheng.

Having suffered a loss once, how could Yi Ming be fooled a second time? It was sad to say that after living in the Zhengyang Sect for many years, no one could be trusted.

The only one who treated him well regardless of gains and losses was the evil ghost who was criticized by the world and wanted to be eliminated as soon as possible. If those players had not accidentally revealed it, he would have fought with the other party to the death.

"Is this what we're having tonight?"

The evil ghost's head fell on his shoulder. You Mu leaned against Yi Ming and raised his hand to lift the cloth covering the bamboo basket, looking quite disgusted.

"Don't eat these." How can you eat something that has been adulterated?

Turning his head, Yi Ming hugged her around the waist and threw the things in the basket out of the rear window into the stream, letting the water wash them away.

"Shall we go to the back mountain and make the roasted rabbit that Amu likes? And pick some bamboo shoots and mushrooms to make soup?" A man and a ghost leaned against the window, hugging each other and looking at each other. Yi Ming listened to the gurgling water below and came closer to make the suggestion.

"Okay." You Mu thought for a moment, felt a little appetite, and nodded in agreement.