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

At this point, the disciple's eyes darkened, revealing a very strange expression.

"The people who were sent came back and said they couldn't find the village."

Xiao Yan's masked face became even stiffer.

"Do we need to send more people over?" asked the disciple.

From the tone of his voice, he seemed to look down on the disciples from this kind of place and didn't want to send anyone.

"Wait a moment, I'll go ask the young master for instructions." Xiao Yan said.

Young Master? An ordinary disciple is asking for instructions from the Young Master? The disciple was surprised.

This disciple is from the Law Enforcement Hall and doesn't know about Lin Guoguo's affairs.

Xiao Yan still remembered that Tang Yixien had given Lin Guoguo special instructions.

"I'll tell you about our business when I get back." Xiao Yan said to Yun Zichu, and then led his disciples out of the yard.

Yun Zichu didn't say anything, but his peach blossom eyes showed a bit of loss.

Biling Peak.

When Xiao Yan came, Tang Yixin was attending morning class. After listening to Xiao Yan's story, he immediately put down the book in his hand.

Sheng Qingye, who was originally lying on the table, also sat up, waking up from his sleepiness, and the chain flexibly fell down from the pillar next to him.

Jin Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, feeling that this matter was not simple.

Tang Yixin was not surprised when he heard that the disciples he sent out failed to find the village.

That village was where he went when he escaped, and it was almost in a remote corner of the Yuanzhi Continent.

It’s really hard to find.

It’s just that Tang Yixien and Jin Xiaoxiao both felt that something might have happened.

He had a general understanding of Guoguo. She had finally become a disciple of the Tang family and it was impossible for her to give up just like that.

The disciple from the Law Enforcement Hall who reported the matter saw the young master frowning slightly, as if he was impatient, and he guessed that the young master would definitely not send anyone again.

After all, he is just an ordinary disciple.

"Do you want to send more disciples?" the disciple asked again.

"No need." Tang Yi said enviously.

Hearing this, Xiao Yan was shocked and felt that Tang Yixien would not just ignore it.

The disciple from the Law Enforcement Hall felt that he had guessed correctly. It seemed that all his years of training were not in vain, and he did have some good eyesight.

What’s the use of a disciple like this who has no background and whose spiritual roots haven’t even been detected?

"I'll take people to look for it myself." Tang Yixien said solemnly.

The disciple was as if struck by lightning and did not move.

Did he hear it correctly?

His eyesight has been trained to be blind.

"Xiao Yan, get ready and leave tomorrow."

"Okay." Xiao Yan accepted everything quickly.

Xiao Yan and Yun Zichu had already known that they would be going out for a trial with Tang Yixin, and they were ready to set off at any time.

Not long ago, Lin Guoguo still had not received a letter from the old man.

He was really worried, so after thinking it over again and again, he took a leave and rushed home.

Lin Guoguo has been supporting herself since she was young and is used to taking care of things on her own.

After traveling day and night and changing the route, he finally returned to the village.

The village where Lin Guoguo lives is not small, with at least thousands of households, which are sparsely distributed. The place where he lives is even more remote.

Lin Guoguo arrived in the middle of the night. In the cold night, he could see the lights of the village from afar, and his heart felt a little relieved.

He vaguely remembered that year, his mother hid him in the closet and it was dark all around.

When he climbed out of the cabinet, the magic fog had not yet dissipated.

The parents were lying in a pool of blood, and then there was darkness and chaos.

It was the old man who raised him.

When Lin Guoguo walked into Overlord Academy and saw the candlelight in the thatched cottage where the old man lived, she finally felt relieved.

The biting cold wind blew, chilling him to the bone. Guoguo wiped his nose with his hand out of habit.

A squeak!

Guoguo pushed open the half-open door.

"Who! Cough cough cough..."

An old voice came from the broken bed in the corner.

"Old man, it's me." Guoguo came to the old man's bed anxiously.

"Who?"

The candlelight was dim, and Guoguo could only see the old man's bony hand reaching out.

"It's me, Guoguo." Lin Guoguo shouted excitedly.

Under the candlelight, the old man looked carefully and finally recognized it after a while.

The old man hadn't seen Guoguo for ten years. In his heart, Guoguo was like his child. He held the bright kerosene lamp tremblingly and looked at the handsome boy in front of him.

"Guoguo...Guoguo...you have really grown up and become an adult." The old man murmured excitedly, with tears flashing in his eyes.

"Old man, I'm back." Lin Guoguo said with a hint of tears in her voice.

"What? You have a son?" The old man put his hands behind his ears and frowned, putting the kerosene lamp beside the bed.

He doesn't even have a Taoist partner, so where did his son come from?

Guoguo realized that the old man was old and a little hard of hearing.

Guoguo shouted loudly in the old man's ear,

"I am back."

The old man heard it clearly and suddenly said excitedly:

"You already have a son, so why are you back? Why don't you study hard at the Tang family? Go back tomorrow. I'm still strong and can still chop wood."

The room was as cold as an ice cellar, without a trace of sparks.

As the old man finished speaking, a few hot tears fell on his old hands full of blue veins.

"Sir...Sir..."

Guoguo threw himself into the gentleman's arms and started crying. He was still a child in front of the old man.

He could feel that the gentleman was very ill.

It seems that those letters were not sent out, the old man thought to himself.

The old man really couldn't hold the pen, so he asked people everywhere to write a letter to Guoguo.

Those people just said perfunctorily to him, "Write it, write it."

"Have you eaten? I have some food here." The old man took out a rag bag from the side and opened it layer by layer. Inside were two black steamed buns.

Everything was fake. The old man said he was living a good life and had received the gold leaves.

They are all fake. Guoguo’s eyes are blurred from crying.

"All that silver was taken away by the village chief, who said it was for the benefit of the villagers," the old man said helplessly.

"He's a bastard, he's after his grandmother's welfare!"

Guoguo's tearful eyes flashed with a fierce light and she cursed loudly.

Now the old man heard it clearly and felt that the scolding was well-intentioned. He was really the same brat he was ten years ago.

Guoguo thought of some ordinary Qi-replenishing pills he brought back from the Tang family. They were extremely common Qi-replenishing pills for cultivators, and he wondered if they would be useful to ordinary people.

He felt distressed when he saw the frail old man. He was worried that it would be too late to get the medicine and boil it tomorrow.

He had no choice but to give it a try.

He was worried that the medicine was too strong, so he took out a pill, crushed it with his palm, picked up the water beside him, mixed it, and fed it to the old man.

The old man didn't care at all what Guoguo gave him to eat. He knew he might die, and he was content to be able to see Guoguo for the last time.

It doesn’t really matter what you eat.

Afterwards, Guoguo let the old man rest, while he stayed by the bed, picked up some firewood sticks, and lit the stove first.

He was worried and hoped to feel better in the morning.

"Oh oh oh."

Mornings in the countryside are always accompanied by the crowing of roosters not far away.

The scar-faced man who bullied Guoguo back then has become fat in middle age, with a face full of flesh. He came to the "Ba Wang Academy" early in the morning to see if the old man was dead.

If he died, he could search again to see if there were any other gold leaves.

I heard that the village chief found the gold leaves.

Scarface was feeling very proud. As soon as he stepped into the yard, he saw an old man chopping firewood in the yard.

He had often seen the old man chopping wood before, but this was the first time he had seen him since the old man fell ill.

Scarface rubbed his eyes hard.

He confirmed that the person standing in the yard holding the axe was an old man, who looked even tougher than him.

Is it a last gasp?

That’s right, it must be like this, Scarface thought, and walked over with a sneer.