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There were sentries standing in the towers on both sides of the stronghold gate. There were guards every ten steps on the road leading to the lobby. Every man on duty held his head high and was in high spirits, showing that this stronghold was by no means an ordinary mob.

"What are you looking at? Go!"

With a shout, the driver who was looking around was kicked by the bandit behind him. After stumbling, he saw the bandit raised a big knife towards him, and immediately shrank his neck and lowered his head to walk. Others also looked away to avoid being hurt.

Among them, only a soft and tender child's voice sounded fearlessly.

“Uncle, uncle, uncle…”

The Second King turned a deaf ear and continued to walk forward. The scarred man had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask Luo Yiyi what was wrong.

Luo Yiyi shyly covered her slightly blushing cheeks with her hands and shook her head timidly. The scarred man twitched his mouth and asked again patiently.

Luo Yiyi trotted to his side, tugged at his clothes, motioned for him to bend down, then leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Uncle, I want to go to the toilet."

The scarred man nearly choked on his own saliva. He looked at the child's big, sparkling eyes that were staring at him after he finished speaking, and he couldn't say no. He could only catch up with the Second King who was walking in front and ask in a low voice.

"Tsk, what a hassle! I should have just left this brat down there."

"Second King, don't let the boss and Mr. Qi hear you saying this."

The second king curled his lips and waved at the scarred man, who then retreated and took Luo Yiyi to the toilet.

Luo Yiyi looked around the small hut and found it surprisingly clean. She became more and more curious about the identities of the bandits here.

Although they look fierce, they have not caused any substantial harm to them so far. In addition, the scale of this place is vaguely like a paradise, and the guards are strictly disciplined. All signs indicate that the bandits here are likely to be the kind of good bandits in TV dramas who rob the rich and help the poor.

The scarred man outside was getting impatient: "Hey! Are you ready?"

Luo Yiyi answered loudly: "Okay~"

After saying that, she checked her storage bag, then ran out of the toilet and followed the scarred man to the lobby.

At this time, the atmosphere in the lobby was dull and filled with a tense feeling.

There was a tiger-skin chair on the three steps in front of him, and a young man was leaning on it. He had a straight and handsome face, and his sword-like eyebrows and sharp eyes unconsciously revealed a sense of majesty. He was supporting his chin with one hand, with one foot on the chair, watching the farce below with boredom.

To his right stood the second king, with his head held high, his eyes straight ahead, and his aura as imposing as a mountain.

On his left stood a young man who looked like a scholar. He had fair skin, black hair, delicate features, and lips that were naturally raised. He was elegant and handsome, inspiring awe.

There were men standing on both sides of the stairs, and in the middle were the five captured people.

The wife, with a pale face, snuggled tightly in her husband's arms, the old woman's body swayed slightly, the middle-aged businessman's face was pale, and the coachman was shaking like a sieve.

As Luo Yiyi stepped into the door, the young man on the tiger-skin chair just said the last sentence lightly.

"Since no one admits it, just kill them all."

The wife fainted immediately, and the husband did not have time to fear the impending death, and was busy pinching his wife's philtrum to wake her up. After waking up, the wife buried her head in her husband's arms and cried bitterly, and the husband also cried.

The driver fell to the ground and burst into tears. The old woman also fell to the ground, but fortunately she was caught by a merchant nearby. The two of them looked at the ground in silence, not knowing whether they had given up hope or not.

In such a sad scene, Luo Yiyi walked slowly with her short legs to the five people.

Seeing this scene, the young man raised his eyebrows, and the scholar's smile deepened. Both of them looked at Luo Yiyi secretly. Only the second king's eyelids jumped, full of ominous premonition.

Luo Yiyi pouted like a child and complained, "Why am I going to die right after I come back from the toilet?"

The scholar spoke in a gentle voice: "Little sister, who are you? Where are you from?"

Luo Yiyi blinked: "The teacher in the school said that before asking someone who they are, they should first tell their own name. Big brother, who are you?"

The scholar was indeed not as straightforward as the Second King, and he still answered patiently.

"My last name is Qi, and everyone calls me Mr. Qi."

"My name is Luo Yiyi, I'm 6 years old, and I love eating candied haws the most~"

"Yiyi, which of these five people are you following?"

Luo Yiyi looked at the five people and shook her head decisively: "I'm alone~"

Mr. Qi was surprised. He looked at the young man and continued to ask questions.

"Yiyi, I see that you have some skills, so you must belong to some sect or family, right? Dear child, tell me where you are from and where you are going."

"Come from where you should come, go to where you should go."

"..."

This was a philosophical statement, and those who didn't understand it like the Second King clenched their fists, wishing they could catch the kid and give him a good spanking; while those who understood it like Mr. Qi and the young man were quite surprised.

Mr. Qi was not annoyed and continued to ask in a gentle voice.

"Let me ask this in a different way. Yiyi, have you left home? Where is your home?"

"I came from the Wuliang Sect."

This time, Mr. Qi's face was obviously stunned. According to Luo Yiyi, she was a disciple of Wuliang Sect, but this was impossible. As everyone knew, Wuliang Sect never accepted female disciples.

The Second King couldn't help but pointed at Luo Yiyi and scolded: "You little liar, you dare to say that you are from the Wuliang Sect?"

Luo Yiyi rolled her eyes in disdain at his fingers, took out the Wuliang Sect disciple uniform from the storage bag, and the conspicuous yellow jacket appeared in front of everyone.

The second king was so angry that he guessed, "Where did you steal this from?"

Luo Yiyi glared at him angrily: "You are the thief!"

After shouting, she squatted on the ground, put her disciple uniform aside, and took out the scriptures and the half-finished homework from yesterday from the storage bag.

"This is the scripture I have to read in the morning class every day. This is the scripture I will use in the afternoon class. This is the homework the teacher assigned yesterday. I have done half of it."

To increase her credibility, she began to recite the scriptures of the morning service, shaking her head, with a level of proficiency that could not be achieved in just two or three days.

Everyone stared at the items on the ground which were obviously the daily equipment of the Wuliang Sect's disciples. Their ears were surrounded by the dizzying sound of scriptures, and they had to believe the fact that Luo Yiyi was indeed a disciple of the Wuliang Sect.

Mr. Qi asked the common question in everyone's mind: "As far as I know, Wuliang Sect has never accepted female disciples and will not accept female disciples. How do you practice in Wuliang Sect?"

Luo Yiyi put the things scattered on the ground back into the storage bag one by one. She might have to hand in homework when she returned to Wuliang Sect, so she answered without raising her head.

"I'm going there to get treatment and practice Buddhism at the same time."

"Treat the disease? Tell me what disease it is. I know a little bit about medicine and I can try to help you."

After carefully putting away her things, Luo Yiyi stood up and looked straight into Mr. Qi's eyes.

"Brother, you can't cure me. No doctor can cure my disease."

"Oh? Then I am even more curious, what disease can only be cured by the Wuliang Sect, unless it is..."

Thinking of this, Mr. Qi's heart paused, and his eyes darkened as he looked at Luo Yiyi.