Immortal, save me!

After everyone finished eating, Meng Ziyue came over and asked, "Junior brother, have you finished eating?"

Lu Chunting nodded.

Several other people came over and stood together.

Meng Ziyue: "Then let's go find Senior Brother."

The others had no objection, and Lu Chunting also nodded, but before leaving, he took out a tips bag and put it on the table, and said with a smile: "I don't eat your food for free, this is a thank you gift."

Luo Jin put it away after hearing the words: "You're welcome, little brother, but who are you looking for? You might as well tell us. We are more familiar with Yicheng than you are. With us joining, it will be easier to find people."

Several people looked at each other and felt that it made sense, not to mention that they were just looking for someone and it was not a secret.

Meng Ziyue said: "Looking for a young man, about twenty years old, good-looking..."

As she spoke, Meng Ziyue blushed a little.

Luo Jin was a little speechless. Isn't the scope too big? There are many good-looking men in their twenties. How to find them? Tie them up one by one and let her claim them?

"Is there a portrait?"

Meng Ziyue blushed and nodded, taking out a small portrait.

This was something she drew in her spare time. Her senior brother had always been very cold, and most of the time she couldn't see anyone when she looked for him. To relieve her lovesickness, she drew the image of that person in her memory.

The corners of the portrait were slightly yellowed, and it had obviously been there for a long time. When the second senior brother Cheng Yu saw the portrait, his breath became cold. He didn't know that the senior sister was so persistent, and it was obvious that the person didn't like them very much. , the senior sister fell deeply into it, and from then on she was blind and blind, turning a blind eye to him.

Junior sister Chu Xueying glanced at Cheng Yu, approached Meng Ziyue and said, "Senior sister, why do you have a portrait of senior brother? Senior brother must be too partial. He only gave you a portrait and none of us have one."

Meng Ziyue looked embarrassed, tightened her fingers holding the portrait, and said vaguely: "No..."

Luo Jin was too lazy to look at the complicated relationship between several people. She took the portrait and opened it to look at it. What caught her eye was a picture of a beautiful man lying on his side. The painting showed a tall man lying on his side on a soft couch, supporting his head with one hand and three thousand blue hairs. Falling down naturally, a red dress looks like fire. Looking closely at the facial features, they are also extremely handsome, especially the squinting phoenix eyes and the lips that seem to be smiling but not smiling, as if this person is looking at them right in front of them.

Luo Jin: "This painting is really lifelike, as if the real person is right in front of you."

Mo Yin looked over after hearing this, only glanced at it and then looked away, reaching out to hold Luo Jin in his arms.

Luo Jin patted the hand on her waist and returned the portrait to Meng Ziyue.

“Where do you live and how can I contact you if I’m found?”

Meng Ziyue said: "This inn is good, why don't we stay here these days?"

In the second half of the sentence, she looked at a few people and asked.

Cheng Yu had no objection: "Just decide."

Chu Xueying and Yang Ding had no objections, and Lu Chunting had no objections even more. The matter was settled like this. Luo Jin, Mo Yin, and several others began to look for the person in the portrait.

The person they were looking for was lying leisurely under the shade of the trees in the backyard of the county government office, still dressed in red, with a folding fan on his waist, lazily feeding the birds in the cage.

"Master, Master, you've been running for more than a hundred years, haven't you had enough running around?"

"If only you were as well-behaved as this bird..."

He teased the bird with his lips raised, watching it peck his fingers coquettishly.

He was originally an orphan, but his traveling master picked him up, named him Wang Youyin, and brought him back to the sect to become a disciple.

The master was so kind to him. He was afraid that he would be hungry, so he learned to cook by himself, even though it was not delicious. His torn clothes were all sewn by his master, although the stitches were crooked and ugly like a centipede.

Master's presence is everywhere in his life, but he only occupies a small part in Master's world.

He looked at the Master every day, eager to get his attention, but the Master was always traveling and left him alone every time.

Finally one day, he couldn't bear it anymore and locked up the traveling master like a bird in a place only he knew. However, the disappearance of the master did not cause any concern in the sect. Note, after all, it is common for Master to have uncertain return dates from travels.

Those days were his happiest days. He could see Master every day, and he could kiss him, hug him, and pester him as much as he wanted.

However, the master was not happy and would scold him angrily, bite the tip of his tongue during a kiss, and would go on a hunger strike to refuse his intimacy.

Master probably forgot that he had already been able to live without grains, and he only had three meals a day to accommodate his disciple.

Thinking of the night when the master softened into a puddle of water under him, his face was stubbornly red-eyed even though his body felt pleasure, which was very endearing...

He raised his hands to cover his face, his body became a little excited, but it was a pity that the master was not around now.

When the master escaped, he actually knew it, or it could be said that the master was able to escape because he deliberately let him go. Otherwise, with his cultivation level two levels higher than the master, how could he not be able to imprison him?

It was impossible for him to let him go completely. He had always sent people to pay attention to the Master's whereabouts. He knew exactly where the Master went and what he did. The Master was like a kite in his hand, no matter how high it flew. , as long as the thread is in hand, it is impossible for the master to get rid of him.

Now more than a hundred years have passed, and he can't wait any longer. He just wants to lock his master in his arms and not be able to go anywhere.

"Master, do you think you can escape? It's been so long, it's time to come back to me."

He waved his hand to open the birdcage, and the bird rushed out and was about to escape. The next moment, it was grabbed by a big hand and its neck was broken.

"Heh, he's just like Master, always thinking about running away."

Wang Youyin casually threw the bird's still warm body into the fish pond nearby. The fish were frightened and swam away.

He stood up boredly, yawned, turned around and returned to the house with half-lidded eyes.

"Master, my disciple misses you so much that he almost dies. You must come back to me as soon as possible..."

Someone far away in Li State sneezed and felt a chill on his back.

He touched his nose, found a place with strong spiritual energy, and sat cross-legged on a big stone to divine.

"The hexagram shows that Brother Mo is in this direction...is this direction the west?"

Should we go find Brother Mo? That traitor doesn’t know where he is now, no, let’s do it again!

Wen Junyao calculated three times, and the hexagram showed that the traitor was still in the Fairy Continent and had not pursued him here.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but felt uneasy in his heart. The traitor was very talented. No matter what he learned, he was better than his master. He was also as good as him in the art of divination. He became the master of the Tianyan Sect with the art of divination. , but that bastard ruined his job after learning, leaving him in an embarrassing position.