Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

After saying goodbye to Qingma, Xu Yeyu returned to Baizhu County. As soon as he walked into the inn, he saw Xia Xiaomo sitting in a corner drinking tea.

He walked straight towards her, sat opposite her and poured her a cup of tea.

"I got up this morning and knocked on your door, but you didn't respond. Where did you go?" Xia Xiaomo asked.

"Do you remember the green horse that helped the outer disciples of the Sunset Sect to train?"

The girl in white nodded. She naturally remembered the green horse.

Xu Yeyu took a sip of tea and continued, "I went to some places with it, so I just came back now. It was still dark when I went out, so I planned to eat something and go back to sleep."

"The government sent someone to inform us that they have already found Duan Yandong's file. We will be going to Zhang's house soon, so we don't have time to give you sleep."

"Then... it should be okay to eat something, right?"

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The three of them arrived at Zhang's house. The housekeeper was already waiting at the door. He handed Xu Yeyu a piece of paper that he had prepared in advance.

"Eighteen years ago, this young man went to the Rainy Day Sect to take the disciple assessment, and finally passed the assessment and became a disciple of the Rainy Day Sect."

Xu Yeyu looked at the contents on the paper.

Duan Yandong was born in Baizhu County thirty-five years ago. He was an orphan and was raised by an old doctor.

When he was fifteen, the old doctor bought him a small house before he died.

The rest of the content is irrelevant, and the government’s files on the people will not specifically record who his friends and enemies are.

Xu Yeyu thought about it and deduced two possibilities from this investigation report.

One possibility is that Duan Yandong’s Fanchen might be the old doctor who raised him.

Another possibility is that after the old doctor passed away, something happened in the two years before Duan Yandong went to Yutian Sect, which made his wish unfulfilled.

Xu Yeyu increasingly felt that this commission was a commission to help the ghosts get relief, because it was to help them resolve their concerns in the human world.

Xu Yeyu handed the paper to Duan Yandong. He looked carefully at the contents of the investigation and frowned.

"Did you remember anything?" Xu Yeyu asked.

Duan Yandong shook his head: "I can't remember anything."

Then why were you frowning just now? I thought you remembered something.

"There is a woman living in Young Master Duan's residence now. She should have lived there for many years. You can go and ask her, maybe you can know other things." said the butler.

Xu Yeyu nodded and said, "Then let's go to the place where you used to live and take a look. Maybe it can help you remember some things."

Xu Yeyu thanked the housekeeper and left Zhang's house.

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The three of them arrived at the address written on the paper and came to a small house.

The hut is inconspicuous, with a roof covered with black tiles, doors and windows made of rough wood, and walls made of mud and rough stones.

The steps in front of the door were paved with bluestone slabs with some cracks and moss on them.

Duan Yandong walked forward and knocked on the wooden door: "Hello, is anyone home?"

However, no one responded.

Xu Yeyu knew the reason, because there was no one in the room, he smiled and asked: "How about we climb over the wall and go in?"

Xia Xiaomo once again thought of what he said about climbing over the wall in the secret realm of the tomb, and couldn't help but give Xu Yeyu a blank look.

Why are you still thinking about climbing over the wall? Are you having trouble with climbing over the wall?

"Isn't it inappropriate for us practitioners to do this kind of thing?" Duan Yandong asked.

"He was just joking with me, don't take it seriously. Since he's not here, let's come over later." Xia Xiaomo suggested.

Xu Yeyu was already thinking about going back to have a nap before coming here. This place was not far from their inn, so it wouldn't be a problem to come over later.

Just as the three were about to leave, a voice came from behind them: "Duan Yandong, is that you?"

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Baizhu County, Chaxianglou.

The decoration inside the teahouse is simple, with rows of wooden coffee tables and rattan chairs neatly arranged, filled with guests waiting for the performance.

In a corner of the teahouse, a white-haired woman sat on a brocade mat, playing the guqin in her hands.

She was wearing a simple white dress, draped over her shoulders, and her fingertips gently touched the strings of the zither.

As her fingers moved lightly, the guqin emitted clear and melodious sounds that echoed in the teahouse.

The guests in the teahouse listened quietly, attracted by her piano music, and their mood gradually calmed down, as if they were in a peaceful mountain forest.

On summer nights, beautiful scenes are reflected in the quiet time.

The breeze blows, gently brushing every leaf, and walking along the lakeside is like walking into a painting.

Frogs sing cheerful songs in the rice fields, accompanied by the gentle flow of water in the streams, making pleasant tinkling sounds that intoxicate people.

Fireflies twinkle and dance in the night sky in twos and threes, flickering and dancing gracefully, lighting up the darkness of the night and adding a touch of color to the summer night.

The fishing lights on the lake reflect the bright moon. A breeze blows by, rippling the water. The slight breeze stirs the waves and scatters stars across the river.

When the music ended and the crowd dispersed, the guests seemed to wake up from a dream.

"This song is worthy of being written by Miss Wang," a tea drinker exclaimed.

"This trip was not in vain!" another person exclaimed.

"I have listened to Miss Wang playing for more than ten years and watched her grow up." An old tea drinker said with a kind smile.

"When I was little, I followed my mother here to listen to Miss Wang's performance. Now that I'm married and have children, she seems to have not changed at all."

Many guests are aware of this Miss Wang, who still maintains her original appearance without any change after more than ten years.

The only thing that changed was her hair. Her hair, which was once as black as a raven, has now turned into a plain and elegant white.

The people of Baizhu County all speculated that Miss Wang was a cultivator, otherwise her appearance could not be explained, but she never admitted or denied it.

There is another special thing about Miss Wang. Chaxianglou pays her five taels of silver a week, but she has been performing for more than ten years and still lives in that small, shabby house.

Some regular customers also asked her the reason, but she just smiled bitterly and said nothing.

The woman smiled slightly, put away the guqin, and left the Tea House.

The girl playing the piano is named Wang Xichun.

She has been playing the zither in Chaxianglou for more than ten years and is the most famous zither player in Baizhu County.

She would come to the Chaxianglou to perform twice a week, and every time she played the piano, she attracted many tea drinkers to come and listen to her music because of her superb piano skills.

Wang Xichun was walking home holding the guqin. A little girl passing by saw her and greeted her.

"Sister Wang, my mother doesn't have time to take me to listen to your music this week, but I will go next week!"

She patted the little girl's head gently and said, "Okay, I'll bring you some cookies then."

The little girl nodded, with a smile still on her face. She waved to Sister Wang, then turned and left.

When Wang Xichun returned to the street a few meters away from her home, her eyes stopped on a familiar figure.

The guqin in his hand accidentally slipped, making a crisp sound.

"Duan Yandong, is that you?"