Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

A simple courtyard, with walls made of pebbles mixed with soil, and a wooden brick house in the courtyard.

Wang Xiaoer sat on a stool, and started a small fire in the yard. A sand pot was placed on the small fire, and a pungent smell of medicine kept wafting from the pot.

He was used to it, fanning it gently with a cattail leaf fan and stirring the charcoal with a small wooden stick.

Suddenly, the soil next to the firewood pile surged, and a head emerged.

It was as if crops had grown out of the ground.

What was even more strange was that this head seemed to recognize himself.

How could he not recognize him?

This was the third time Han Yu had seen him.

This city was so big that two idiots couldn't find him.

This city was also so small that he could meet the same person again and again.

It was just that the way they met for the third time was a bit awkward. Han Yu had come all the way underground by intuition, and he only estimated the location in his mind before sticking his head out.

As a result, as soon as the head came out, there was a pile of firewood in front of it. If it was slightly off, it would probably be on the head.

Wang Xiaoer in front of him showed an unusual calmness. He looked at the head that suddenly appeared, without shouting or screaming, but just stared at it quietly for a while, then stood up and left.

After a while, he came back with a hoe and asked softly.

"Do you need help digging it out?"

Uh...

"That's not necessary."

Han Yu smiled awkwardly, and his body stood up as if he had just emerged from the pool. When he came out completely, Wang Xiaoer's eyes flashed with shock, but his face remained unchanged.

A pungent smell of medicine permeated his nose, with a sour and bitter taste. It seemed that it was almost done. Wang Xiaoer turned back and got a wet cloth and a porcelain bowl.

After carefully pouring the medicine soup into the bowl, he took the sand pot outside to pour it out, and then washed the sand pot himself after returning.

When doing all this, he was never in a hurry or slow, and of course, he treated Han Yu as if he didn't exist.

Han Yu never looked away, and saw that he was always doing everything calmly. When he had nothing to do, he came over and blew gently on the bowl on the stool.

The pungent medicine was like a common thing in his mouth, and he drank it without changing his expression.

"Are you sick?"

Han Yu asked softly.

After Wang Xiaoer put down the bowl, he looked back at him again, as if he was wondering whether to pay attention to this strange monk.

From the moment Han Yu broke out of the ground, he knew that this was a monk, and only monks could have such means.

"Well, a disease that can kill you at any time."

It seemed that seeing that Han Yu was not much different in age from himself, Wang Xiaoer finally spoke slowly.

Even if it was said to be life-threatening, his face was still so indifferent.

"Is it serious?"

Han Yu frowned for no reason.

Since it's a matter of life or death, how can it not be serious? Han Yu felt that his question was too stupid after he asked it.

Wang Xiaoer was very calm, pointing to his chest and said.

"I was born with a missing heart meridian, so I can't have big emotional ups and downs, can't laugh, can't cry."

He paused slightly after saying that.

"I shouldn't be able to hold on for long. I can feel that my heart is getting stronger and stronger, and my heart meridian is getting weaker and weaker. The doctor said that I will die on the day when I have a heart attack."

Han Yu's face was stunned. Seeing the person in front of him talking about death so calmly, he just felt it was absurd.

"Then you are like this, and you still go to the court selection?"

"Because the doctor said that becoming a cultivator through practice may have a glimmer of hope to save your life."

Wang Xiaoer said with a chuckle.

So, others may have various purposes to participate in the selection and become a cultivator.

And he went up again and again, and was rejected again and again, just to save his life.

Becoming a cultivator has a little chance of saving his life, but he just doesn't have any possibility of practicing.

This is no longer a disease, it is fate.

"No, it's just a disease, I never believe in fate."

As if seeing through Han Yu's thoughts, Wang Xiaoer's calm face showed a stubborn look for the first time.

Maybe more than one person told him that this was fate!

Han Yu retracted his compassionate gaze. For such a person, pity is like an insult.

The two fell into silence.

Han Yu gradually stood up and walked out of the door. He soon left the courtyard, but after a moment he returned. He looked up at Wang Xiaoer with a complicated expression.

"If I say that I have a pill in my hand, you will experience three disasters and six difficulties within seven days after eating it, and you will die nine times, but as long as you can survive it, you will not only not die in the future, but you may become very powerful, but the side effects will be hated by luck. Do you want to eat it?"

In the small courtyard, Wang Xiaoer's face gradually became stunned, as if he was listening to a fairy tale.

Han Yu's eyes finally stopped at one pill and sighed.

"If you believe it and are not afraid of death, come to the inn in the city to find me tomorrow."

After saying that, Han Yu really left without looking back.

On the way back, he suddenly spoke to his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Do you think this pill appeared specifically for him?"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Xiao Liuli rolled her eyes at him and sneered.

"If you think so, it only shows that you are naive. The reverse luck pill will not change for anyone, the bottle will not open the door for anyone, and I will not change the price of the Hexi pill for anyone."

"You are strong because you have made sacrifices. His life and death must also be determined by the rules of the Reverse Luck Pill."

The spirit of the special weapon was quite dissatisfied with this.

Judging from the effect of the Reverse Luck Pill, it can even be used as a poison pill. If it was eaten by the two guys just now, one of them would definitely be killed.

One pill killed an ordinary person and a great perfection of the God-Seeking Realm. In terms of value, Han Yu was not smart.

Han Yu smiled without comment.

Perhaps for most people, the Reverse Luck Pill is indeed similar to a deadly poison.

But for people who are trapped in such a desperate situation, why can't it be the last straw...

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Twenty miles outside the city, Zhao Yulin was almost digging three feet into the ground. He and the ten people patrolled in the air for a whole hour, but they could not see any trace of Han Yu.

In a hurry, the nine cultivators in the God-Seeking Realm suffered first, and they were scolded one by one.

"From today on, open your eyes wide. I want peace not only inside the city, but also outside the city."

The nine God-Seeking Realm cultivators immediately complained bitterly.

This is too difficult. It's easy inside the city. After the nine people divide the area, they can really keep a close eye on it.

But it's very difficult outside the city. A prefecture is so big. Not to mention the entire prefecture, it's also a huge task for the nine of them to be responsible for keeping a watch within a radius of 20 miles.

Zhao Yulin listened to his men's complaints and couldn't help shouting.

"This is a military order. I have to obey it as well. I will keep a watch together."

He had a hunch that this matter must not be over. In addition to Han Yu who ran away, there are two guys who are hiding their heads and showing their tails.

No matter what they want to do, they must not be allowed to cause trouble in the city...