The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Before Tang Yixien could bring up the matter, Tang Yuncang had already called Elder Ye over and gave him instructions.

Elder Ye solemnly stated this matter in the hall.

All the registered aristocratic families in Yuanzhi Continent called on their disciples and various channels to start looking for people.

After receiving the order, the noble families began to discuss it seriously in private.

"I'm good at this." A skinny family head stood up and saluted.

He had just witnessed Tang Yixin's wind-type spiritual power and was filled with admiration.

Although this man has a thin face, an unattractive appearance, and even wears rather shabby clothes, he has disciples all over the Yuanzhi Continent.

But most of his disciples were beggars.

After Tang Yixin heard Elder Ye’s description of this person’s situation, he wondered, is this the legendary leader of the Beggars’ Sect?

"Then thank you very much." Tang Yixi nodded slightly and said clearly.

The head of the "Beggar Gang" family was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt full of strength.

Sheng Qingye shook his head helplessly upon seeing this. It would be better for their master to show up less often.

The banquet ended quickly.

Tang Yixien returned to Biling Peak and began to prepare things for going out.

Tang Yixin is not the kind of person who would sit and wait for death. He plans to wait for two days. If the "Beggar Gang" family still has no news about Jin Xiaoxiao within two days, he will go out and look for her immediately.

If he went out now, people would think that he did not trust the aristocratic families. Most importantly, he might miss the news. He could only hold back for the time being.

In a remote town on Yuanzhi Continent, the cool morning air condensed on the dewdrops and the morning mist filled the air.

"Young master, please go back. Our master doesn't see guests, so there's no point in you waiting here." A maidservant poked her head out from behind the vermilion gate and said sleepily.

Their master doesn't see guests all year round, but there are still people who come to ask for advice.

Outside the door stood a handsome, elegant and calm young man. He was tall, with one hand behind his back, holding a folding fan. His jade-like amber eyes were dim, and a look of disappointment appeared at this moment.

The maid who was speaking felt pity for the young master because he looked so handsome and noble, like a figure walking out of a painting.

She put her hands on the half-open door, covered her mouth, and said in a low voice:

"Sir, our master will go fishing early tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, young lady." The young man outside the door said in a low voice.

This person was none other than Jin Xiaoxiao, and this was the last soul cultivator he could find.

He has been waiting here for a whole night. Since soul cultivators live in seclusion, they naturally don't want to see people.

Because most of the people who come to seek soul cultivation have the idea of ​​resurrection from the dead.

In this kind of life-and-death journey, a soul cultivator may not be able to save many people, and he himself may be killed, so most soul cultivators live in seclusion.

Jin Xiaoxiao felt hopeful and turned to leave the mansion gate, heading towards the best inn in town.

He lives there.

The bright autumn sun shone on Jin Xiaoxiao's fair face, making it a little dazzling. He blocked it with his hands.

At this moment, a cold wind blew, caressing his bony fingers, and then gently caressing his long, inky hair.

Whenever this happened, he would think of his master.

The master's wind-type spiritual power and the wind that blew past made it seem as if the master was right next to him.

No matter how cold the wind was, he never hid when it blew into his arms.

Wind spiritual power is everywhere, and longing becomes even more torturous.

Jin Xiaoxiao eventually became crazy with longing.

He felt the wind passing through his fingertips, and through his fingertips he recalled the day when, after praying to countless ancestors, he finally found the reincarnation circle in the ancestral hall.

He was ecstatic that day.

It seems as if everything is destined.

Because it was such a coincidence that the magic circle left by my master's mother Shen Qingyin in the back mountain could be used as the eye of the formation.

The magic circle contains the essence, blood and spiritual power of the master's mother, as well as the nourishment of Tang Yuncang's spiritual power, and the Yuanpo Blood Stone, which together form the reincarnation magic circle.

He had entered the master's consciousness before, and that day he finally found the master's consciousness, and with the help of the reincarnation formation, he reshaped the master's body.

That day he set up the formation step by step, but in the end he still didn't wait for his master.

He remembered that he stood there waiting for a long time but still didn't see him.

why?

Jin Xiaoxiao checked every rune and found that they were all correct.

They were all drawn according to the runes given to him by his 38th generation ancestor.

Nothing wrong.

He guessed that there was a problem with his summoning of the soul cultivator, so he searched the entire Yuanzhi Continent for a soul cultivator.

There is more than just his school of soul cultivation in Yuanzhi Continent.

Thinking of this, Jin Xiaoxiao clenched the Lingxi fan in his hand. He should have the chance to meet the soul cultivator of this thousand-year-old sect tomorrow.

Perhaps he knew what went wrong with the summoning.

Jin Xiaoxiao returned to the inn alone, went to the second floor and sat by the fence. Looking at the bustling crowd outside, he only felt more lonely. He looked at the fan pendant given to him by his master.

He must find his master, no matter what the cost, otherwise what fun will there be in this bustling world?

A hazy light flashed across Jin Xiaoxiao's already indifferent eyes.

Then he clenched the fan pendant in his hand.

The Tang family's alchemy room.

At this moment, the firelight was reflected in Yao Lao's eyes, flashing brightly.

Ever since he knew Tang Yixin was back, he excitedly roasted five big roast chickens.

The chicken is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, hanging in the oven, and it smells delicious.

Yao Lao kept all the chicken butts. He was waiting for Tang Yixin to come over and then dip them in honey before feeding them to him.

Ever since Tang Yixin disappeared, Yao Lao hasn't eaten roast chicken in the past ten years.

Whenever he ate roast chicken, he would think of Tang Yixien and couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

He couldn't even remember how old he was or how many years it had been since he last shed tears.

Today I heard from my disciples that Tang Yixin came back, so he caught all the chickens around and roasted them.

He also started to refine pills, and took out those pills that had not been refined for years and began to study them.

Just so that Tang Yixin could use them in the future, his pills were improved, from square pills to larger square pills.

At this moment he heard a noise at the door.

"Master Yao." Tang Yixien's voice came from the door.

Yao Lao quickly straightened his clothes, wiped the oil off his hands, and walked out to greet Tang Yixian.

Tang Yixin also has deep feelings for Yao Lao, as if he were his elder.

He came to see Yao Lao, and also selfishly wanted to replenish his medicine storehouse.

He was about to go out, and he didn't know Jin Xiaoxiao's current situation, so he naturally wanted to be prepared.

Yao Lao hid the tears in his eyes, smiled with his eyes curved, bowed graciously, and said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Young Master, why did you just come back?"

"Master Yao, I want to eat chicken." Tang Yixien said softly.

"Okay, I just roasted a few."