Do you really think you can get me with just a banana?

This place is located in the downtown area of ​​the east city. It not only provides massage, but also offers many other enjoyments such as ear cleaning, back rubbing, moxibustion, etc. The accommodation is a king-size bed suite with hanging pink gauze and lingering aroma, which looks like a couple's suite.

The bed was so big and soft that Guan Shanyu fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow after enjoying the massage.

He didn't wake up until the next day.

Guan Shanyu was sleeping soundly as if in a coma, and he felt that he had never enjoyed such a good time in his entire life.

Since he came to this world, he has been either farming or attending classes. He was sent to prison as a murderer before he even understood medical knowledge. How could he enjoy a luxurious suite?

So Yan Ruchen called him several times the next morning, but Guan Shanyu did not wake up. He held the quilt tightly and refused to let go. Finally, Yan Ruchen carried him downstairs, put him on the horse's back, and held him in his arms as they walked towards Wangshuiling.

The car was shaken and jolted Guan Shanyu a few times. He finally woke up in a daze and remembered that he fell asleep last night and forgot to ask Yan Ruchen which room he would sleep in. After all, he couldn't be too rude since Yan Ruchen was treating him.

But before he could say anything, he felt a tightness around his waist. He opened his eyes and found that Yan Ruchen had carried him off the horse. He was about to ask how they had reached Wangshuiling so quickly, but he saw that Yan Ruchen did not put him down. Instead, he continued to carry him for a few steps and then gently put him into a carriage.

"Shanyu, I still have to deal with the ghost possession issue, so I can only send you here. Sanqi will take you back later. If you need anything later, talk to anyone in the ridge, and they will help you. I'm leaving now."

Guan Shanyu opened his eyes hazily and saw a tall, thin disciple sitting in front of the carriage. He turned around and grinned at him. Guan Shanyu looked into the distance. The sun had not yet risen, and the sky was a pale blue. Guan Shanyu nodded to Yan Ruchen and reminded him, "Then be careful."

After saying that, he fell asleep again.

The next road was up the mountain, but it was smoother than taking an ordinary carriage. When Guan Shanyu woke up again, the sunlight was already shining on the bed.

Looking at the familiar ceiling and the familiar bed, Guan Shanyu turned over.

There was a commotion outside the door; Chen Rongrong had gotten into another argument with someone. Guan Shanyu stared at the medical book on the table, which he hadn't finished copying, for a long while, his mind racing with thoughts.

I thought of Qing Yuanzi.

Perhaps because of a rare good night's sleep, Guan Shanyu felt refreshed and his thoughts became unusually clear when he woke up. On the bumpy morning on horseback, a question suddenly flashed through his mind:

[Yan Ruchen is a demon, but after returning from Wangshuiling, why didn't my heartbeat alarm again when I got close to him? And the last time I went to Zixiao Spiritual Realm, there were many Zixiao disciples who had also learned the secret arts present, so why didn't they react?]

He lay in bed, thinking about what Qing Yuanzi said in prison.

Hanging in Qing Yuanzi's residence is a portrait that bears a striking resemblance to himself. The elders explain that the figure is Senior Brother He Qing, who left the mountain due to his close relationship with Qing Yuanzi. However, Yan Ruchen's understanding is that the figure in the painting left because he betrayed the sect, contradicting the elders' account.

Is someone deliberately misleading Yan Ruchen, or is the elder lying?

Guan Shanyu looked at the ceiling, and a question popped up in his mind: "Could it be?"

But as soon as this thought came out, Guan Shanyu immediately shook his head to get rid of it.

The matter is over. Stop daydreaming about it. Why worry about it so much?

After all, every time he thinks, something goes wrong.

Guan Shanyu was scared to death.

He pulled the covers over his head, closed his eyes, and forced himself to sleep. Outside, someone had pissed off Chen Rongrong, and her scolding grew louder and louder, finally provoking him to kick the covers off and sit up abruptly from the bed.

He ignored why Chen Rongrong disturbed his sweet dream.

He ran down the mountain.

The new snow had stopped, but the mountain path was still covered in thick snow. Hanging from the branches, it fell like a drizzle in the sunlight. The morning breeze, carrying a chill, whizzed past, sweeping across Guan Shanyu's face like a slap.

With every step he took down the mountain, Guan Shanyu felt that he was one step closer to getting into trouble.

His sixth sense always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Maybe it was because he always felt that Qing Yuanzi and the others were not that bad, but he just couldn't believe that they would do such a thing.

But he also understood a truth: people's hearts are hidden, and bad people often do not show their evil side to others. The more treacherous a person is, the kinder his face will appear.

But since things have come to this, it won’t be a problem if he just goes to find out casually, right?

Guan Shanyu didn't know how to ride a horse, so as usual he went to the Xianmen Translation Office and rented a Tuiyun disciple to get around.

Due to recent events at the Immortal Sect, the translation office had been nearly empty of carriages and horses. Guan Shanyu had gone through three different agencies before finally renting one. The disciple, still wearing an "internship" sign around his neck, said expressionlessly, "Pay first, then we'll depart."

"Here you go." Guan Shanyu placed the money in his palm and instructed, "I want it quick, very quickly—Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Before he could finish his words, the disciple flew out with Guan Shanyu.

Guan Shanyu was caught off guard, clinging tightly to the disciple's shoulders to prevent himself from falling from the clouds. The cold wind howled and lashed his face, nearly freezing half of it. His fingers were nearly numb from the cold. Just as he was about to call for him to stop, the disciple actually braked.

Because he was not informed of the descent in advance, Guan Shanyu was caught off guard and fell to the ground due to inertia.

He rolled twice on the ground before coming to a stop. Seeing this, the disciple helped Guan Shanyu, who was grimacing in pain, to his feet. A stiff smile appeared on his expressionless face as he said, "Sir, we have arrived at our destination. If you have any service issues, please feel free to contact us."

"Forehead…"

"Thank you for your patronage, and we look forward to having you patronize the [Run Fast] branch again. Next time you come, recharge 100 coins and get 10 coins for free. We look forward to seeing you later." The disciple recited the lines step by step, and then "whoosh" disappeared on his sword again.

Guan Shanyu stood there in a daze, looking at the direction he was going, rubbing his numb buttocks, and looking back blankly, but saw an ancient stone gate standing tall at the end of the snow-capped mountain road, with a gold-plated plaque on it, and the four words "Tianxuan Dao Zong" engraved in a vigorous and powerful manner.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up, holding his hips, took a deep breath, and walked slowly towards the stone gate.

Tianxuan no longer had an elder to preside over it, and most of the disciples who had once cultivated there had left the mountain. The mountain paths, quiet rooms, and scripture storage rooms were all deserted. An occasional bird might fly by, leaving behind a few crisp chirps before quickly departing.

It was deep winter, and the flowers and plants beside the mountain steps had long since withered, leaving only their roots rooted in the soil, creating a desolate scene. Guan Shanyu had previously heard that some independent cultivators and minor immortal sects had come to Tianxuan with the intention of looting and burning, so he had expected to find the sect in ruins and devastation upon his return.

Fortunately, despite the desolation and deserted buildings, the sect had not fallen into complete ruin. It seemed that Yan Ruchen and his companions had done their best to maintain the sect's dignity.

Walking along the mountain path through dead branches and fallen leaves, I arrived at Lingcaoxuan. At this time, the rows of bamboo houses were quiet and empty, with the doors wide open and the furniture and belongings inside almost all gone.

But fortunately, when these disciples left, they only moved their belongings and did not throw them away randomly, so it just looked empty but not messy.

Guan Shanyu glanced at his bamboo house from afar, and without stopping, turned and walked towards Qing Yuanzi's residence.

With Qing Yuanzi gone, the barrier surrounding him dissipated. Guan Shanyu pushed the door open and walked in without any hindrance.

It was completely different from the last time I saw a room full of files and cabinets filled with books. Now there were only desks and bookshelves standing alone in the room. The files and books were nowhere to be seen. In the empty room, a distinct smell of dust hit my nose as soon as I opened the door.

It had been nearly a month since the Yunze Realm incident. After that day, no one had cleaned the house, and even after everything was emptied, no one cared about it anymore.

It's been so long that the table is covered in dust.

Guan Shanyu wiped the thin dust on the table with his fingers, fanned the dust in front of his nose, walked around the bookshelf, slowly walked towards the bed, and looked up at the place where the portrait was originally hung.

Sure enough, the portrait was gone.

Where the portrait was originally hung, there was only a mottled white wall and a lonely nail left, nothing else.

Guan Shanyu sighed, thinking, "Well, if all the books and files have been cleared out, how could the portrait still be there?" He had come here with the attitude of giving it a try; if he found nothing, he would give it up.

Now that it has come to this, it seems to be God's will, and there is no need for me to think too much about it.

No more suspicious.

Guan Shanyu lowered his head slightly, sighed lightly, and wanted to turn back. But just as he took a step and turned half a circle, he suddenly saw a black wooden stick coming down from behind him.

"Fuck! What the hell!"

Guan Shanyu was horrified. He dodged the attack narrowly and fell onto Qing Yuanzi's bed, looking at the attacker in horror.

The man missed his attack, and the black stick hit the wall with a loud bang. Seeing that he didn't hit anyone, he raised the black stick again and chopped it towards Guan Shanyu. Guan Shanyu was startled and quickly fell to the side, rolled off the bed and retreated to the wall, shouting to the black shadow: "Brother Nengfan!"

Nengfan didn't recognize Guan Shanyu's voice, and he raised his stick and hit nothing, causing himself to fall to the side of the bed. He glared at Guan Shanyu fiercely and shouted, "You bunch of thieves! We've moved everything, what else do you want to take? Shame on you!"

"Brother Nengfan! It's me!" Guan Shanyu rushed in front of him, holding his face and asking him to look at himself clearly, saying, "I am Guan Shanyu!"

The room was dark, with sunlight only shining into a corner. The two of them were in the shadow of the corner, making it difficult to distinguish them. Neng Fan squinted his eyes and looked at Guan Shanyu for a long time but couldn't see him clearly.

Seeing this, Guan Shanyu quickly let him go, ran to the light, and told him to take a good look. Only then did Neng Fan recognize him and asked in confusion, "Why are you here? Didn't you leave your country?"

Guan Shanyu hurried forward to help him up and explained, "Yes, but I just came back to check. Brother Nengfan, why are you here too? And why did you hit me?"

Nengfan stood up and was helped by Guan Shanyu to sit on a stool. He wiped the sweat from his face and replied, "I was also going down the mountain today, but before I left, I saw you walking into Master's room from a distance. I thought you were one of those thieves who came to steal, so I came over."

Guan Shanyu was stunned when he heard this and asked, "Did many people come to the sect to steal before?"

Neng Fan panted and answered, "Many, in droves, some climbing over walls, some digging holes, some flying on swords. They just want to enter the sect to see what good things they can take away. They are like flies, impossible to drive away."

Guan Shanyu hesitated for a moment, then asked, "How was it handled in the end?"

Neng Fan said, "First, Fairy Hongyin took a whip and led the female cultivators of the Ziwei Society to drive them away, but it was ineffective. Then Yan Ruchen came, captured a few thieves, and threw them directly down the mountain. He also told the other disciples to kill anyone they caught without reporting them, and then scared those people away. By the way, you haven't answered my question yet. You left, so why did you come back?"

Guan Shanyu came back to his senses, looked at the empty wall, and asked, "Senior Brother Nengfan, do you know Senior Brother Heqing?"

Neng Fan looked at him suspiciously, not knowing why he would ask this, but he nodded and said, "I know him. He was still there when I came here, but he passed away half a year later."

Guan Shanyu bit his lip, gathered himself, and continued to ask, "Then do you know why he left?"

When I woke up in the morning, the sky was still very clear. Unexpectedly, before noon, a dark cloud covered the sky and it seemed that a snowy wind was coming.

As soon as Nengfan finished speaking, and before Guan Shanyu could respond, he heard a loud noise coming from the sky outside the house. The echo lingered in the mountains, like the rumble of thunder. Guan Shanyu was startled and turned to look outside, wondering, "Is it thundering?"

Nengfan also glanced outside and explained, "I guess the disciples of Ziwei Society are summoning spirits again."

Guan Shanyu asked in confusion, "Whose soul are you calling?"

Neng Fan stood up, dusted himself off, and sighed, "Who else could it be? It must be the souls of Elder Zhaosi and the disciples who died at Wangshui Ridge. They want to summon them out so they can convict the elders quickly. It's a tough sell, I'd say."

Guan Shanyu asked, "Is Fairy Hongyin here too?"

Neng Fan shook his head and said, "He's not here. He went out. Okay, let's stop talking. I have to go too."

After saying this, Neng Fan held the stick in his hand and slowly walked out the door. Guan Shanyu followed closely behind him and asked, "Brother Neng Fan, where are you going next?"

Neng Fan turned around and said expressionlessly, "My father said that cultivating immortals is too chaotic and told me not to get involved in this muddy water. He's making a fortune in the cargo ship business now and told me to return home to inherit the family fortune."

...

Guan Shanyu was stunned. He didn't know what to feel when he heard him say such cold and heartless words.

After Nengfan's figure disappeared from the mountain path, Lingcaoxuan seemed even emptier and more desolate. Guan Shanyu locked the door of Qing Yuanzi's bamboo hut and slowly walked out. Passing by the vegetable plots that once belonged to Lingcaoxuan's disciples, he discovered that the lush and green immortal herbs had been completely plucked out, and even his "QQ Farm" sign was nowhere to be found.

Guan Shanyu did not step forward. He looked at it silently for a few seconds and slowly walked up the mountain path.

The question that he wanted to verify has now been verified, but it is not the answer Guan Shanyu wants to hear.

He walked forward, stepping on the dead branches and leaves on the mountain path, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the Tianjian Pavilion.

Every time Guan Shanyu came to this place before, he was very resistant because Yan Ruchen was here. Every time he got close, he felt that the plot was about to start. He had to worry about how to correct it and also prevent Yan Ruchen from holding a grudge against him.

It's really hard work.

Now when I come back, my mood is different.

In a trance, I seemed to be able to see a young man in white school uniform still practicing in front of the door. Occasionally, disciples passed by and spoke coldly to him, but he remained unmoved and immersed himself in cultivation.

Guan Shanyu stood in front of the Tianjian Pavilion for a long time, but did not go in. Tianjian Pavilion was just like Lingcao Pavilion, deserted. Even the majestic rooster at the door was caught and stewed by someone unknown.

It was so lonely that Guan Shanyu felt that he shouldn't have come today.

However, compared to regret, there is something more urgent at this time.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes falling on the sword that had been placed beside his neck for a long time. He knew at a glance that the sword was extremely sharp, and if he was not careful, his neck would be cut into pieces immediately.

Guan Shanyu sighed, looked at the gate of Tianjian Pavilion, and asked softly to the person behind him: "Fairy Hongyin, are you going to kill me here?"