The God descended to earth and led his son to chase his wife

Ye Zhiqiu put his hands behind his back and fixed his eyes on the person in the cage. He observed carefully, but no matter how he looked, he did not find anything special about this person.

"Ahem..." The old man in the cage suddenly coughed, then raised his head and squinted at them. His hoarse voice seemed to come out from the depths of his throat: "What are you doing here? Are you here to see if I'm dead or not? Haha, I'm really sorry to bother you, but I can still hold on for a few hundred more years..."

Hearing this, Qi Sheng's expression changed slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He pursed his lips and signaled to the others, "Let's go, let's go!"

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Are you leaving now?" Ye Zhiqiu pointed at the old man, turned to look at Qi Sheng and asked.

Qi Sheng stopped, looked back at Ye Zhiqiu, and replied helplessly: "Why don't you leave? Do you want to stay for dinner? Besides, nothing happened here. Even if something did happen, it's not something we can solve."

After saying that, Qi Sheng put his hands behind his back and flew away first. The others looked at each other and followed Qi Sheng away, leaving Ye Zhiqiu standing there alone, frowning slightly and lost in thought.

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head helplessly at the scene in front of him, muttering to himself: "Who would want to eat here? It's good enough not to be eaten by those disgusting things." He followed the crowd and left the place together.

At this time, Qi Sheng suddenly turned around and said to Qi Feng and Han Xufeng: "Old Han, I have something to do and need to go down the mountain. I'll leave this place to you." After that, he turned around and left.

Han Xufeng was speechless and cursed in his heart: "Why is Old Qi so unreliable? He threw the mess to me and went on to enjoy himself." But he could only sigh helplessly. After all, this matter really needed someone to deal with it.

Before leaving, Ye Zhiqiu patted Han Xufeng on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "Do a good job!" Then he left with the others.

Han Xufeng looked helpless. He looked at the backs of the people leaving, feeling a little disappointed. However, he decided to deal with the matter at hand first. So, he flew down the mountain, and many disciples who were waiting in a state of alert immediately gathered around him and asked in unison: "Vice President Han!"

Han Xufeng nodded, signaling everyone to be quiet. He looked at Leng Ruoshui and said firmly, "Take all the disciples back. The matter has been resolved."

When Leng Ruoshui heard this, a puzzled expression appeared on her face. She frowned and asked coldly, "Is it solved?"

Han Xufeng nodded.

Then, he turned to look at the other disciples and said loudly, "Okay, everyone, go away and do what you need to do. Those who need to practice should continue to practice."

"Vice President Han, what about the enemy?" a young disciple asked curiously, with a hint of doubt and expectation in his eyes.

Han Xufeng's face looked a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly, then replied helplessly: "Well, ahem, there is no enemy, this is just a drill." He tried to make his tone sound relaxed.

"Haha, you are worthy of being disciples of my academy. You have performed well this time. You are allowed to have a day off today!" Han Xufeng tried to cover up this embarrassing situation with praise and announced the news of the holiday at the same time.

"Ah? There are no enemies! I made a wasted trip." A disciple complained, with a disappointed look on his face. He had thought there would be a fierce battle, but in the end it was just a false alarm.

"That's right, that's right, I even wore the protective spiritual weapon..." another disciple echoed, while taking off the spiritual weapon on his body, obviously dissatisfied with the arrangement of this drill.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's a good thing that there are no enemies. If there really is such a huge enemy, you might lose your life!" An older disciple retorted. He felt that these young people were too naive and did not understand the dangers in reality.

"Let's go, let's go. The academy is on holiday, so we can go down the mountain to the market to buy some things." Another disciple suggested, his face filled with an excited smile, as if he couldn't wait to enjoy the holiday.

"What's interesting about the market? Let me tell you, my cousin's cousin's second uncle... found out that there will be an auction at the foot of the mountain tonight! I heard that there will be all kinds of good things in it, such as elixirs, talismans, spiritual weapons, and even spiritual beasts! Are you interested in going?" A disciple said mysteriously, and his words attracted the attention of the surrounding disciples.

"Take me one!"

"I am coming too!"

"We still need to buy tickets, which cost 10,000 low-grade spirit stones..."

"It's only 10,000 low-grade spirit stones. Who are you looking down on? Let's go!"

The other disciples responded one after another, expressing their willingness to go to the auction together. Their eyes were gleaming with greed and desire, and they seemed to have a strong interest in those precious items.

So, a group of people began to discuss how to go to the auction site and discussed the items they liked. Their topic gradually shifted from the drill to the upcoming auction, and the whole atmosphere became warm and cheerful.

Han Xufeng sighed helplessly as he watched his disciples leaving the mountain.

After everyone left, Leng Ruoshui asked, "What happened?"

Han Xufeng shook his head and immediately explained the oolong incident...

Leng Ruoshui's mouth twitched slightly after hearing this. After such a big fuss, nothing happened? Looking up at the bright sky, it seemed as if the dark clouds just now were blown away by the wind...

——————At this time…the two people were trapped in an unknown place

Yuchi Lin looked up at the sun in the sky and said to himself in confusion, "How strange! Just now there were dark clouds and thunder, and it looked like it was going to rain, but now it's suddenly clear."

Liu Yueyao glared at Yu Chilin fiercely and said unhappily, "Never mind whether it rains or not. Where are we now? Those disciples were clearly running in this direction just now, but why can't we see a single person when we get here?"

Yuchi Lin leaned leisurely against a big tree, with a dogtail grass in his mouth, and said nonchalantly: "Maybe they ran too fast. As long as we follow this direction, we should be able to find them." As he said that, he casually pointed in a direction.

Liu Yueyao shuddered inexplicably when she looked in the direction he pointed. She rubbed her arms and said, "Do you feel it's cold here?"

Yuchi Lin blinked and looked up at the sun. It was noon, just after noon, and the sun was still hanging high in the sky. The sun was shining brightly, making people feel warm. How could it be cold? He scratched his head and turned to look at Liu Yueyao with a puzzled look on his face. He found that her face seemed a little pale and her lips were slightly purple.

He frowned, strode towards Liu Yueyao, reached out his hand and touched her forehead to see if she had a fever.

"What are you doing?" Liu Yueyao was startled by his sudden action. She quickly took a step back and looked at Yuchi Lin in confusion.

"No fever..." Yuchilin took his hand back and muttered to himself. He carefully observed Liu Yueyao and felt more and more strange. The sun was shining and the weather was extremely hot, but Liu Yueyao looked pale and cold, looking like she was sick.

"You looked pale and cold, and I thought you were sick." Yuchi Lin sighed helplessly. He crossed his arms, staring at Liu Yueyao with his big eyes, trying to find the answer from her.

Liu Yueyao looked at him with speechless disdain and said, "I'm fine, not sick!" After saying that, she put down her arms and turned away.