In the days of being a master for the male protagonist

In the house, You Tong has already woken up, and there is newly added hot tea in the teapot on the table.

He flew onto the table, waved his hand, and the teapot, which was only a circle smaller than him, automatically poured water into the cup.

"Your disciple is really good."

The tea is always hot to drink, and even last night's snacks were made by himself, and they taste very good.

It can be seen that he really worked hard.

"Drink yours." Su Qinghuai glanced at him, maybe whoever feeds him is good, although Xia Yu is really good, Su Qinghuai admits this.

But I have to say that after getting along with Xia Yu for so long, Su Qinghuai actually felt a lot more at ease with this compliment, and it was even pleasing to the eye to see Youtong, a god.

But after coming here for so long, there is no progress at all, and Su Qinghuai really can't be happy.

Soon it was approaching noon, the original owner had been fasting for many years, Su Qinghuai didn't have any heavy appetite, but Youtong couldn't, he wanted to eat.

He had seen the deliciousness of food early on, so he couldn't help but eat it.

Su Qinghuai couldn't stand his muttering as if giving orders, so she asked Xia Yu to prepare some more food.

Half an hour later, someone knocked on the door, Su Qinghuai put down the book in his hand, "Come in..."

After the words were finished, the door was gently opened. It wasn't Xia Yu who came in, but Zhao Mu with a dark face, holding a plate of charred charcoal.

Behind her was Sheng Ge with the same black ashes on his face, holding a soup cup in his hand.

"Master, this is fried chicken made by disciples himself."

Chao Mu's face was excited, and there was a strange light in his eyes. Although Sheng Ge was not as excited as her, the brilliance in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

Su Qinghuai's eyes dimmed and deepened when he heard the words, watching them put things on the table, he didn't show it on his face, but he was a little touched in his heart.

He is an orphan, and he has been alone since he left the orphanage. He always delivers fast food every day. Today, someone actually cooks for him.

"Are they poisoned? You must not eat it, be careful of food poisoning."

You Tong looked horrified, what kind of food is this, he was afraid that Su Qinghuai would not be able to eat it to death.

Su Qinghuai didn't care about the voice in his head, he sat down in front of the table, Xia Yu and Song Guizhou also came in, with bowls and chopsticks in his hands.

And Song Guizhou was also holding a... dish, which didn't really look like it.

"This is when the apprentice came back from collecting his clothes and saw that there were stretches of purple bamboos and spring bamboo shoots at the foot of Taixu Peak."

After Song Guizhou finished speaking, there was silence all around.

Even though Su Qinghuai's memory was incomplete, he also deeply knew the importance of the purple bamboo shoots to Huo Wenwen. The most exaggerated one was Xia Yu, who quickly turned around and went back to pack her things.

"Stop talking, run away."

Although Su Qinghuai moved them to cook for him, he still couldn't say anything and took the opportunity to get up.

Before the few people figured out what was going on, Xia Yu had already packed up quickly. In fact, there was nothing to take with her, so she just brought some yellow and white things from the world.

"Master, usually people ask for help to go to the mountain gate, and they are all from our Chunyang Peak. This time, there are a few thorny disciples who can't handle it alone. Why don't you take the younger brothers and sisters to experience it?"

Xia Yu handed several help letters to Su Qinghuai very naturally, and he also took them very naturally.

Tucking it into the sleeve without even looking at it, this time going out can be regarded as a master; "Walk around, go and see what's going on."

At some point, after Su Qinghuai and the others hurriedly left, a bombardment-like figure rushed over.

An angry roar resounded throughout Chunyang Peak; "Su Qinghuai! Come out!"

Su Qinghuai, who was far at the foot of the mountain, had just walked to a nearby mountain village with a few apprentices, when he suddenly felt a chill in his body.

Su Qinghuai's intuition told him that Huo Wenwen had already discovered that the batch of purple bamboo shoots had been dug up by Chunyang Peak.

Originally, he wanted to avoid the limelight for a few days before going back, but without asking, Song Guizhou actually dug up the few purple bamboo shoots.

That plate of fried bamboo shoots could only be managed after he failed n times.

Su Qinghuai had no choice but to suppress the mentality of killing him, and said: "Good apprentice." Those purple bamboo shoots are Huo Wenwen's lifeblood, don't they want his life?

"Master, Yangliu Village is here."

Xia Yu's voice sounded, and everyone stopped at the entrance of Yangliu Village.

He tilted his head slightly, and looked at the huge old willow tree. The branches and leaves were very lush, the branches were thick, and the growth was very good.

"So strong resentment."

You Tong's voice sounded in his mind, Su Qinghuai pursed his lips without opening his mouth, and after a while, withdrew his gaze from Old Liushu.

"Let's go..."

As he spoke, he took the lead and walked towards the village. The letter asking for help was sent to Chunyang Peak ten days ago, and Xia Yu hadn't dealt with it yet.

After so many days, I'm afraid it will get worse.

The four of them followed behind Su Qinghuai, and they didn't inform the villagers first when they came this time. Although they changed their ancestral uniforms, they looked like wealthy people.

After entering the village, Su Qinghuai asked Xia Yu to ask for directions, and they went to the village chief's house.

There are quite a few households in the village, counting to a hundred or so.

It was still early, and Su Qinghuai and the others attracted a lot of attention when they entered the village. In just a short while, a bunch of people followed behind them.

The villagers were simple and honest, and they followed behind with a shy smile. On the way to the village head's house, a few well-meaning people came out to guide them.

When they arrived in front of the village head's house, the group of people were still waiting outside the door. Su Qinghuai and the others were welcomed into the house by the old village head.

The low house made of adobe is a bit damp. The old village head's house is considered wealthy in the village, with three rooms.

There is a main hall, and there are small doors on the left and right sides behind the hall chairs. Entering it is the inner room, where there is a bed, tables and chairs.

In the main hall, the old village chief sat on the left hand side, and Su Qinghuai sat on the wooden chair at the bottom. He directly explained the purpose of coming to the old village chief.

In the end, Su Qinghuai said; "This time I came here, I have caused a lot of trouble."

The old village chief got up quickly, his back bent, "What are you talking about, your faction has protected our Yangliu Village for many years without taking any money, don't bother, even long-term stays, the old man is also welcome."

They exchanged pleasantries for a while, and asked about the actual situation. The old village chief really wanted Su Qinghuai and others to stay in his home, but the remaining room was not enough.

Su Qinghuai tactfully rejected the old village chief's kindness, and asked him to help find an uninhabited courtyard.

The old village head thought for a while, there really is such an abandoned courtyard in the village that no one lives in.

Immediately, he led the people to a deserted house in the east of the village. The old village chief didn't go in, but just sent a few people outside the courtyard gate and said a few words before leaving.

After all, it has been a long time since noon, and the sky is about to end.

The village became very quiet. When they came out just now, they didn't see the villagers who had surrounded the village chief's house.

"It's only dusk, and they stay behind closed doors. It seems that things are really serious."

Su Qinghuai frowned slightly as he looked at the old village chief's figure going away.

The strange incident in Yangliu Village began two years ago, as if it appeared suddenly. After nightfall, the gate of the village household would make a strange flapping sound, and then there would be a soft weeping sound like a woman.