I’m Really Not an Invincible Master

On the other side, the Eternal Sect is being assigned to the Tianqi Kingdom.

"Why hasn't the head master come back?"

Accompanied by the sound of birdsong, Feng Qianqian was the first to wake up.

The first thing she saw was Feng Jiajia who was yawning, and Feng Qianqian hurriedly sat down.

Looking at the sky outside the window, it has already revealed a trace of light.

"woke up?"

Feng Jiajia's voice was a little hoarse, no doubt Feng Qianqian missed the head master a little.

A few days ago, the head master disappeared suddenly, and he hasn't returned until now, and he doesn't know what happened.

At this time, he saw Yang Yingcheng coming.

Feng Jiajia said hastily: "The head master is back?"

Yang Yingcheng shook his head.

They have been a little bit overwhelmed recently.

After all, there are still many bandits here.

With their strength, they are not enough to deter these bandits.

The bandits didn't listen to them at all.

"The head master hasn't come back yet, why don't we go find the head master?"

Several of Bai Lin's apprentices had already planned this.

They are all waiting for the return of the head master.

However, three days have passed.

Everyone nodded, with this idea in mind.

So under the leadership of Yang Yingcheng, several people went to look for Bai Lin.

But searching aimlessly is indeed a good way.

It takes a day for a few people to leave.

Feng Jiajia was really exhausted.

Because it was an autumn morning, the temperature was relatively low, and Feng Qianqian was shivering after walking a few steps.

Seeing this, Feng Jiajia took off her coat and prepared to give it to Feng Qianqian.

After discussing for a while, they found an inn and let him sleep comfortably.

Think about other things when you wake up.

After all, after looking for a day, several people were exhausted to death.

It was already evening when I woke up again.

They took a shower and changed into clean clothes before going to have a snack and dinner.

This is just a small city, so the restaurant is relatively simple, with only two or three tables.

Every table was greasy and they didn't mind wiping it with a napkin before sitting down and ordering a few home cooked dishes.

"Boss, where is this place?" Feng Jiajia asked puzzled.

"Zhengping. It's a small place. Are you from a big city?"

The boss replied, it looks like a few people don't look like ordinary people, at least they are richer.

Feng Qianqian nodded, then asked if she saw Bai Lin.

And described Bai Lin's appearance.

The boss shook his head, obviously not seeing it.

A few people didn't think much about it, they only had one thought in their minds, to fill their stomachs first and then go on the road.

So Feng Jiajia ordered a few more dishes for everyone.

During the meal, he discovered that Feng Qianqian and Yang Yingcheng loved eggplant very much.

Both of them ate up the two plates of braised eggplant and fish-flavored eggplant.

"Boss, another plate of eggplant."

Thoughtful Feng Jiajia said.

Feng Qianqian understood, and quickly waved her hands: "No, no, no matter how much you like, you don't have to eat so much."

The people on the opposite side snickered as they bowed their heads and planed their meals, probably because the two showed their love for each other.

Yang Yingcheng clicked his tongue and joked, "Feng Qianqian, you are too narcissistic, Feng Jiajia didn't order eggplants just because you love eggplants."

Feng Qianqian blushed a little, and decided to win back for herself unconvinced.

Immediately, he touched Feng Jiajia's waist with his elbow, "I just ordered it for Feng Qianqian."

Li Mu and Yang Yingcheng laughed and continued to eat.

"It's okay, I'll pick it up for you." Feng Jiajia lovingly put another piece of eggplant into Feng Qianqian's bowl.

Feng Qianqian smiled at him, then picked up the bowls and chopsticks to dig a few mouthfuls of rice sullenly.

Feng Qianqian herself didn't know what was wrong, her heart was beating violently.

"This chick must be jealous." Li Mu couldn't help but said.

Yang Yingcheng thought it must be, so he said to everyone: "I'm full too, and it's time to go."

"I didn't even eat the eggplant I ordered for you. Don't you like eggplant too?"

Feng Jiajia joked casually.

As soon as Feng Jiajia went out, she saw Zhuge Murong squatting by the side of the road.

From behind him, Zhuge Murong looks like a migrant worker at this time.

Especially the migrant workers whose boss owes money for a long time and is very worried.

I've been exhausted all day.

But there was still no trace of Bai Lin.

This is how to do ah?

Yang Yingcheng walked to Zhuge Murong's side, Zhuge Murong looked up at her, his eyes were bloodshot, Yang Yingcheng squatted down with him.

Zhuge Murong laughed at himself: "Yang Yingcheng, do you think I have suffered some crimes in my previous life, so I joined the Wangu Sect in this life?"

"The head master is too unreliable, isn't he?"

"A person left, leaving us here, is it still a person?"

Yang Yingcheng didn't know how to answer.

I also thought so in my heart.

I can only sigh.

Her hair is yellowish and her back is very straight, probably because she practiced martial arts since she was a child.

She ate slowly, as formally as she spoke.

Li Mu didn't know what was so delicious about these meals.

She has been eating this stuff for so long, even after finishing other dishes, she still refuses to put down her chopsticks.

Li Mu couldn't bear to see her eating only white rice, so he sat up and brought the eggplant in front of Feng Qianqian and put it in front of her.

But Li Mu knew her well, knew that she was shy, and that all the dishes she ate were served in front of him.

Zhuge Murong stared at Li Mu as if looking at Er Que.

Li Mu returned to the sitting posture just now, hooking the corners of his mouth charmingly: "Eat."

Zhuge Murong ate, but he was still eating white rice.

"Why don't you eat vegetables?"

Li Mu said that he kindly brought the eggplant in front of her, and she dared not appreciate it.

Zhuge Murong finished his meal, put it on the table, then turned his head and said with a blank expression.

If Zhuge Murong had been a man, he would have wanted to beat her up a long time ago.

But Zhuge Murong is still a woman after all, although Li Mu doesn't like this hairstyle a bit.

In the end Li Mu said with a dark face, "Let's go."

Zhuge Murong nodded.

After a while, several people continued to move towards the road together.

Several other people also walked uphill with Zhuge Murong and the others on the withered maple leaves.

Walked a lot, looking ahead is a dead end.

Blocked by two open iron doors.

Feng Jiajia led Feng Qianqian and walked behind Yang Yingcheng and Zhuge Murong.

The last ones are Li Mu and Zhuge Murong.

Looking forward a little bit, there is a dilapidated small building inside, which should have been abandoned for a long time.

It's a little old. Several people walked in cautiously step by step, and the autumn wind blew by, making it feel bleak.

"boom……"

After a loud noise, a few dark shadows appeared in the valley, and I felt a few people turning around to look.

It turned out that the rusty iron door was closed.

Yang Yingcheng felt something was wrong, so he boldly approached the iron gate and pulled it with his hand, but it was closed without a lock.

Several people gasped.

In the quiet atmosphere, they heard the sound of the wind blowing, the rustling of leaves beating each other, and the sound of footsteps.

That's right, the sound of footsteps.

Several men in black rushed out of the dilapidated room in an orderly manner holding bronze daggers.

And he walked towards the six men aggressively.

They all have weapons in their hands.

And the weapons are very unique.

This should be a weapon called Tong Ge.

Yang Yingcheng read it earlier and estimated that there is a weapon named Ge.

Ge is a unique weapon with a handle in ancient China, which can be used for hooking, pecking, cutting, etc.

It has a chiseled forward, vertically mounted on the handle, its inner blade is used for hooking, the outer blade can push the pestle, and the forward is used to peck the opponent.

In ancient times, Ge and Gan were collectively called "Gange", which is a general term for various weapons.

"what to do."

Feng Qianqian was trembling with fear, and her voice trembled surprisingly.

The man in black in front of him is not kind.