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

"Old man, are you having a last gasp?"

Before he could finish, the wooden door next to him suddenly opened and Lin Guoguo walked out.

Before Scarface could react, he was kicked a mile away.

"You damn Scar, watch your mouth." Guoguo said sternly.

Scarface stood up, clutching his chest. His face was covered with scratches from sharp stones. He looked even more reckless and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Where did you come from?"

Scarface looked the man up and down. He saw the familiar look, the man calling him "Dead Scar," and the broken wooden sword. He called out his name in surprise.

"Guoguo!"

Although Lin Guoguo's spiritual roots were not detected, her ten years of training in the Tang family were not in vain. She had a righteous aura and a tall and strong figure.

Scarface's mouth twitched, and he sneered disdainfully:

"Why are you back? Were you driven back by the Tang family? I knew it. How could the Tang family want you?"

"Scarface, I advise you to take the silver back, otherwise I will tear down your house." Lin Guoguo pointed at Scarface with a sword.

"The village chief took them all away. I didn't see anything. If you have the ability, go find the village chief." Scarface patted the dust off his body and said.

"Okay, get out of here." The old man said with full energy.

Scarface looked at the old man, wondering what happened to him today when he was so seriously ill yesterday?

It looks really good.

"The Tang family doesn't want you anymore, so you come back to the village to show off your power. What kind of ability is that? Do you have the ability to wake up those living dead in the village? There is one lying in your academy." Scarface muttered.

After saying that, he turned around and limped out, cursing under his breath but not daring to be too loud.

"Old man, are you okay? Why didn't you call me when you were chopping wood?" Guoguo hurried over and shouted loudly.

"It's okay. I feel much better after taking the black powder you gave me." The old man straightened his back and said.

Guoguo finally felt relieved, then remembered what Scarface said and shouted again:

"What did Scarface mean?"

The old man sighed deeply, his eyes reddened, and he said,

"It's Xiaoliu."

Then Guoguo held the firewood and followed the old man towards the house on the west side of the yard.

That's where the homeless kids live in the academy.

With a creak, the broken wooden door was pushed open, and the room was cold.

There was a person lying on the bed, who looked to be about the same size as Guoguo, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a pale face and motionless, covered with a patched quilt.

"Is this Xiaoliu?" Guoguo leaned over and reached out to feel the man's breath. It was extremely weak, but he was still alive.

Only then did he realize that there was a little girl sitting on the ground, who seemed to be looking after Xiaoliu.

At this time the little girl woke up.

"Who are you?" the little girl asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes and yawning, with two little buns on her head.

"This is brother Guoguo, the one who took you to buy steamed buns since you were a child." The old man said, tapping the ground with his cane.

Guoguo also recognized the little girl.

The little girl was called Xiaojiu, the same child that Sheng Qingye had scared to tears, and also the younger sister of Xiaoliu who was lying on the bed.

The two depend on each other for survival and are both orphans.

"What happened to Xiaoliu?"

Guoguo picked up a bundle of straw and asked as she and Xiaojiu lit the firewood skillfully.

Although the old man didn't hear clearly, he guessed that Guoguo would ask, so he explained slowly.

It is said that in the past six months, in a nearby town, some villagers suddenly returned home and fell asleep, never to be woken up, and no matter what was said, they could not be woken up.

Not long afterward, the sleeping person disappeared inexplicably.

They also invited various Taoist priests and independent cultivators, but it was useless because no one knew the reason.

Until Xiaoliu came back and fell asleep, and never woke up again.

I don’t know if the old man was anxious or for some other reason, but he just fell ill.

After hearing this, Guoguo always felt that it was related to the demon clan, but he did not feel the breath of the demon clan.

Even though his cultivation level is low, he should be able to feel something.

The more he listened, the more his brows furrowed, and he threw a few sticks of firewood into the stove.

The fire caught fire quickly, and the smoke made Lin Guoguo's eyes red and her nose sore.

The room gradually became warmer, otherwise Xiaoliu would not be able to endure the coma in this early spring weather.

"Fortunately, little brother, you are back, otherwise..." Xiaojiu pouted and was about to cry again.

"Don't be afraid..." Lin Guoguo comforted.

But unexpectedly, by the evening, the old man's health was not well again.

This kind of medicine is only temporary, so you still need to consult a doctor.

Guoguo called a doctor, who said that the cold was too severe and the disease had been delayed for too long, causing the body to become weak.

Guoguo prepared the medicine, boiled it, and quickly gave it to the old man.

The rest of the kids from the academy also came back.

"Brother Guoguo, are you back?"

"You are finally back."

The children he had taken care of before had grown up, but from their tattered clothes one could tell that they were not living well.

Guoguo decided that he would not go back.

Although the Tang family was his dream, it was too far away from him, and he had never been able to detect his spiritual roots.

Besides, something happened in the village again, so he decided to become a casual cultivator, and he already knew how to practice.

He wanted to protect these students who had grown up with him.

He still had some silver in his hand, so he bought them some thicker clothes.

This money included the money he had saved and the money left for him by Jin Xiaoxiao.

Jin Xiaoxiao knew that he had asked someone to bring the silver back to the village, so she reminded him.

But he didn't understand.

"Lin Guoguo is back, what a pity."

"Lin Guoguo was driven back" the gossip quickly spread in this small mountain village.

The loved ones hurt, the enemies quick.

"The pheasant also wants to become a bigger pheasant."

"Impossible."

There were also people who felt sorry for Lin Guoguo, but most of them were good people. In short, there were all kinds of opinions.

Lin Guoguo didn't care either. He just needed to take good care of the people he cared about.

He still had to survive in the village, so he could only let it go as for the village chief.

Just stop being bullied.

Benefactor, we will never see each other again in this life. Just think of being a disciple in the Tang family as a dream, Guoguo thought to himself.

Even so, in addition to taking care of the old man and Xiaoliu, Lin Guoguo would practice sword in the morning every day, just like when she was at the Tang family.

"Brother Guoguo, how is the big brother who gave me the bear biscuits?"

Xiaojiu looked up and asked, with the two small tufts of rags on her head shaking.

"He's fine. I hope everything goes well for him." Lin Guoguo said as she put away her sword.

"Yeah." Xiaojiu nodded vigorously.