Wearing a sick and weak master

"I heard that our Senior Brother Li has reached the Mahayana period!" A tall and strong monk stood under the tree, rolled up his sleeves, and said to his juniors.

"Senior Brother Li..."

A monk stepped forward dubiously, and tapped the arm of that surnamed Li, "Does he really have a Mahayana period?"

"cut."

Li Mao glanced at him disdainfully, "Don't believe me? Why don't you find out after asking for advice?"

"This..." They stood in place, looked at Li Mao and then at the monk just now, with some hesitation.

If Li Yun wasn't a monk at the Mahayana stage, no matter how powerful he was, he wouldn't be very powerful, but if he was really a monk at the Mahayana stage, he might be beaten so hard that he couldn't get out of bed.

Hiss, it's scary just thinking about it.

Li Yun was walking on the path, and noticed Li Mao's people behind the tree. The master didn't have time to take care of Li Yun when he was in retreat. These people often bullied him because they were better than him.

"What are you sneaking around here for?" Li Yun sneaked up behind them, patted Li Mao's shoulder lightly, and said.

Li Mao was clever, his legs and feet trembled from fright, he turned his head stiffly, and said in a harmonious voice, "Haha, Li... Senior Brother Li is good."

Li Yun folded his arms and put on a disrespectful look, "I don't really need you to worry about it, just take care of yourselves first."

"Haha, what senior brother said is, then... little brother..." Li Mao hooked his waist and held his fists, trying to sneak away while Li Yun was looking elsewhere.

"Where do you want to go?" Li Yun asked with a smile.

Li Yun couldn't help but find it funny when they saw that they saw him like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Uh... my little brother suddenly remembered that he still hadn't practiced the sword, and was about to go..." Li Mao's forehead was already sweating nervously, and tiny beads of sweat were densely covered on his face.

"Since you want to practice swords."

Li Yun said leisurely, "Then I will reluctantly accompany you."

"This..." Li Mao gritted his teeth in hatred. If he hadn't been so cultivated, he wouldn't have had to talk to him in such a low voice.

"Forget it, you guys can't beat me, so forget it."

Li Yun patted the non-existent ashes on his body, and strode away.

Li Mao breathed a sigh of relief, and finally sent that difficult person away.

After Li Yun and Li Mao separated, they came to the council hall and saw Yin Qiuping standing on the high platform.

"Uncle Master."

He bowed and saluted.

"Um……"

Yin Qiuping turned around, looked at the mature young man in front of him, and nodded, "Although the incident in Hetang Town has been found out, the culprit is still at large."

"I discussed with the elders for a long time last night and decided to send you to settle the matter."

"Yes, the disciple obeys."

The surrounding area of ​​Hetang Town was still surrounded by eerie dead trees. When the wind blew, there was a rustling sound, and crows also gathered on the branches, shouting in a hoarse voice.

Li Yun held the sword in one hand, walked carefully through the woods, and came to the gate of the city.

After eight years of wind and snow, it is even older than before, and the red-painted gate has turned dark gray.

Li Yun used his spiritual power to break open the city gate, and the ghostly aura spread in all directions. The things in the city were the same as when he first came, without any change.

He stepped into the city, and the city gate behind him closed with a "snap".

Afterwards, the woman's piercing laughter rang slightly beside her ear, "Lu Lang, come quickly, come to me."

Echoes hit Li Yun again and again, and when he shook his head, his voice changed into another woman.

"Sister Mei, I beg you to let Lu Lang go, please."

The crying voice seemed to be begging the woman just now.

Li Yun raised his hand, used his spiritual power to dispel the illusion, and walked slowly in the middle.

A black shadow flashed past, Li Yun looked towards him, but there was no trace of that person.

Li Yun frowned slightly, since he didn't know whether that person was an enemy or a friend, it was better to be careful.

He followed the path in his memory and came to the home of Blacksmith Hu back then.

Pushing open the gate of the yard, a thin woman sat in front of the door, her eyes were loose, and she was embroidering a piece of rag in her hand with a rusty embroidery needle.

While embroidering, he kept saying "Lu Lang, look at the handkerchief I embroidered for you, do you still want to see it?"

Li Yun stared at her. Although it had been eight years, he could tell that this person was Hu Mei, the daughter of Blacksmith Hu.

"Tsk..."

On the beam of the room, a man wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat leaned aside, saying, "If righteous people are as stupid as you, that would really open my eyes."

Li Yun looked in the direction of the voice, "Who are you?"

"Hahaha."

The man in black seemed to have heard some big joke, "Me? You don't know me?"

Li Yun looked at his figure and his voice was very human-like, but he was still not sure.

After eight years of retreat, he still hasn't fully understood many things.

"Looking at you like this, you should be a little Taoist priest who rarely comes out of the mountains?" the man in black teased.

"Forget it, I won't waste my time with you."

He could only point to Hu Mei in front of him, "Have you seen her? Don't you find it strange that he is the only living person in the whole town?"

Li Yun knew that what happened back then was not as simple as love and hatred.

"You know?" Li Yun put away the sword that was about to be drawn, and asked him.

"I told you, you don't understand either."

The man in black jumped off the beam and waved his hands.

Li Yun cast a glance at him, he must be a new unknown junior, saying that I don't understand?Oh, ridiculous.

Suddenly Hu Mei's head turned stiffly, making a clicking sound, blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes somehow, and her fingers were like bones.

She put down the needle and thread in her hand, and rushed towards the two madly.

The man in xuanyi leaned back, and his toes lightly brushed the ground. Suddenly, the dust on the ground was splashed, making Li Yun cough non-stop.

"Are you OK."

Seeing this, Li Yun pulled him away.

Before he could react, the man in black immediately pushed him away and said coldly, "Take care of yourself."

"Me!" Li Yun suppressed the anger in his heart, and kindly gave you a hand, but he was treated as an unreasonable and unreasonable guy.

Seeing that no one was hurt, Hu Mei suddenly became angry, raised her hand and stretched her claws aside to look at the defenseless Li Yun's forehead.

Li Yun herself is not a good person, so naturally she can't hurt Li Yun at all.

While Hu Mei was catching the air, Li Yun raised his hand and pulled out his spirit sword. The spirit energy wrapped around the blade, and the coercion from the Mahayana monk suddenly hit.

When the man in Xuanyi first met Li Yun, he originally thought about which sect's disciples would come to practice. Seeing him alone, he wanted to help him, but now it seems that it is unnecessary.

The Mahayana period... It seems that I think too much.

Hetang Town was originally a dead city full of resentment. Over the years, he tried to eradicate him, but he was seriously injured by the ghosts who had been lingering in the city for a long time.

"Lu Lang...my Lu Lang..." She murmured as she looked at Li Yun who was coming to meet him, as if she had met the person she was thinking of.