Long Aotian's apprentice always pretends to be weak

"Master, what should we do now?"

"How many of the disciples who disappeared yesterday have been found?" the head of the sect, Xiu Shan, frowned and asked.

"Five people were found, but they were all eaten up by the evil thing. Now that the seal of the back mountain is getting weaker, it is becoming more and more unscrupulous!" The person sitting at the bottom said with anger.

The head of the sect, Xiu Shan, looked down, thinking about it in his heart.

If you only focus on going to the back mountain to kill it, I'm afraid it won't work.

The ghost clan sealed by Houshan has taken the term bullying and fearing the hard to the extreme. Almost all the missing people this time are disciples with low cultivation.

When this happened last time, he and the other elders went deep into the back mountain, but there was no trace of the ghost clan at all. Even the sealed place was covered up and moved. nest!

"Let all the disciples stay away from the back mountain,? Carry the tracking magic weapon with you."

That ghost is hiding in the dark, so it can only be so cautious now.

After everyone retreated, the head didn't get up.

Not long after, a man in a disciple's uniform came in and saluted.

"Have you found it?" The headmaster looked at the books on the table without looking up.

"Reporting to the head,? Found it,? Chang Shao's whereabouts were finally found in an unnamed town next to Beiming City."

The movement in the master's hands paused for a moment, his expression remained unchanged and he asked, "What else did you find?"

"There are traces of fighting outside the town. It seems that Chang Shao was involved." He took out a piece of fabric from his sleeve as he spoke, "Those people who often followed Chang Shao died here."

"Ah."

Seeing that the headmaster nodded to indicate that he could leave, the person in the disciple uniform saluted again, turned around and left.

The hall gradually calmed down. The headmaster raised his hand to pick up the piece of cloth at the corner of the table, his eyes were uncertain.

Xiuchen recuperated in that small town.

When Chang Shao left the sect that day, he only said that he went out to practice, but he didn't expect to go there by coincidence.Although the Wang Family and Clan are also in the North Land, the place where they landed and the Beiming City are two paths apart. There is no connection at all...

Chang Shao's purpose of taking people there was clear at a glance.

Right now the Northland is in turmoil, the ghost-faced Demon Lord is nowhere to be found after his fiasco, almost all the demon cultivators have surrendered to the Chen Clan, and the Nightmare Demon Lord is even more famous.

Thinking of this, the headmaster's eyes dimmed for a moment.

In any case, there is no going back to the past.

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Inside the Chen Gate, at the end of the long winding path, jade lotuses that look like real flowers are blooming everywhere, and the stone gate in the center is tightly closed.

Meng Jiu, who had just left Yu Niang's residence, glanced at Shimen from afar, then turned around and walked towards this direction.

Just come and see what's wrong, right?

Thinking in his heart, the young man turned around to look with his nimble eyes.

Seeing that no one found him, his steps were much lighter.

But after getting closer, the boy suddenly slowed down again.

He still remembered what Yu Niang said today, but he still wanted to come over to take a look when he saw it from a distance. The sect master was very kind to that person and cared a lot, which even made him feel a little disappointed for some reason.

The sect master should be healing that person right now.

Meng Jiu leaned against the pillar behind her, and at some point in her hand, there was an ink-stained lotus flower transformed by spiritual power, and she fiddled with her fingertips unintentionally.

However, the situation inside Shimen is somewhat different from what he thought.

"Master, Master." Xiao Zhuo's somewhat bewildered voice echoed in the Jade Lotus Pond, as if he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

He was naked, with some red marks on his shapely upper body, and the black coat that he barely grabbed to cover his body belonged to Chu Huan.

Looking up at Chu Huan who was sitting on the jade lotus, the tips of his ears were as red as blood.

"Why did you fall?"

As he spoke, Chu Huan looked Xiao Zhuo's internal injuries up and down, and saw that there was nothing wrong with him except his complexion was a little weak, so he didn't pull him up.

Xiao Zhuo opened his mouth, Master's expression was too flat now, so he didn't know where to confess his guilt first.

When the mind and soul intersected, all he had left was his subconscious mind, but there was no way to deny that he was the one who clung to Master and refused to let him leave. Being so close, he naturally knew that Master's injuries were healed.

When the injury is healed, it is equivalent to the recovery of memory.

The author has something to say: Chu Huan: Why be shy, and there is no one else.