Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Wu Sunheng had not expected to become a disciple today. He was so excited that his depressed mood was swept away.

The sword cultivator accepted Wu Sunheng's bow, but did not let him kowtow more. He just held his hand.

"Get up, tell me about your fight with the monster!"

After the sword cultivator finished speaking, he had already entered Wu Sunheng's room. The smell of sandalwood and medicine inside made him frown slightly, and Wu Sunheng responded and hurriedly followed.

At this time, a servant of the Wang family came and shouted from the other side of the room.

"Master Wu, are you okay? I heard some noise."

Wu Sunheng looked at the master in the room and shouted outside.

"It's okay - you guys go to rest -"

"Okay!"

The servants of the Wang family were very afraid of Wu Sunheng, and they couldn't stand hearing him say that.

When Wu Sunheng entered the room, the sword cultivator had already sat down at the table. The former hurriedly moved a few steps closer, and the pain on his body seemed to be relieved. He chose to sit down even if he was supposed to lie down.

"Master, please have some tea!"

Wusun Heng opened the teacup and poured tea for the sword cultivator, who nodded and gently tapped Wusun Heng's chest with his sword-shaped finger.

A stream of magic power attracted the spiritual energy, which at this moment entered Wusun Heng's body, entered his limbs and bones, and affected the growth of his own vitality, and finally gathered on the bed, bringing a cool feeling, and Wusun Heng's pain was also relieved a lot.

"Thank you, Master!"

Wusun Heng showed gratitude, but the sword cultivator had no expression.

"Okay, tell me!"

"Yes, at noon today, after I went to find Mr. Zheng Yiming, the demon girl appeared directly on the street."

The sword cultivator couldn't help but think of the scene of the fight with the cat demon just now, and now through Wusun Heng's narration, he also had an impression of the human appearance of this demon.

"It's called a fight, but in fact it was just a short time, and my disciple was defeated directly."

Wusun Heng said this, and seemed to have thought of something and added another sentence.

"But I only used one sword in the Immortal Sword Technique. At that time, the second sword was given to Zheng Yiming for protection. If I had two swords in hand, the result might be different."

The sword cultivator looked at Wu Sunheng.

"The result would not be any different with two swords in hand. Even if there was a difference, you would probably die instead of being seriously injured now. That monster is definitely not something you can contend with!"

Just now, I couldn't gain any advantage in the fight with the monster. If it was my disciple, who was three parts immortal and seven parts sorcerer in the same state as before, it would be useless for ten Wu Sunhengs to attack together.

"Master, what kind of tricks does that monster have? Even you can't catch her?"

The sword cultivator thought for a while and said.

"The monster's original form is a black and white cat. It is rare to see how deep it is. It is obvious that it has become a powerful figure! Its method of concealing its breath is extremely advanced. Perhaps it has seen everything you did before!"

In fact, the sword cultivator couldn't help but think of the monster that caused the flood before, wondering if this cat monster would be related to that monster. At the same time, he was also thinking about the falling starlight that he felt at that time, but these things are obviously not something that can be figured out by thinking now.

Cat?

Wusun Heng also frowned. He originally thought it was a monster by the water.

"By the way, who is this Zheng Yiming? Why did you give him the sword? If I saw it correctly when I came here, this is the Wang residence, right?"

Wusun Heng thought that the immortal might have known everything, but now he hurried to explain.

"Master, this matter is definitely not as simple as the disciple happened to encounter the evil spirit in the city. Zheng Yiming may have been entangled by the evil spirit for a long time, but the reason why the disciple encountered it was actually because of the imperial examination in Pingzhou."

Wusun Heng told the story of the Wang family bribing the examiner of the Imperial Academy and copying and replacing the Jieyuan paper belonging to Zheng Yiming. It was just a simple statement, and the sword cultivator beside him immediately calculated it a little, but found that he could not figure it out.

It seems that it is as the disciple said, and the entanglement is deeper, not as simple as an ordinary female demon absorbing the vitality of the scholar!

"Master, the servants of the Wang family may know more about Zheng Yiming. I will call them to talk about it?"

Wusun Heng knew that with the shrewdness of Master Wang, since he had said that Zheng Yiming was in the inn, it was impossible for him not to send someone to keep an eye on Zheng Yiming.

"Okay!"

Seeing the master nod, Wusun Heng hurriedly got up and called out at the door.

"Come here——"

After hearing this call, two servants came over soon. When they arrived in front of the house, they found that the door was open. Wusun Heng was waiting at the door, and his complexion seemed to have improved a lot.

"Master, what do you want? Are you hungry or do you want to relieve yourself?"

Wusun Heng had no expression on his face, just like in the past.

"Even if I am going to die, I will not be a useless person. Has your master sent someone to follow Mr. Zheng?"

The two servants looked at each other and seemed to have eye contact.

"I am hiding it too?"

Wusun Heng's tone was stern, and the two were immediately scared. The master was not here at this time, so how could they dare to disobey the master.

"Uh, no, no! It's just that the master said not to disturb the master's rest!"

"It seems that you know!"

"I know, I went to follow in the afternoon and came back in the evening"

Looking at the situation of the two, it was obvious that they had shared the topic when chatting. Wusun Heng looked outside and invited the two to come in.

The two servants were obviously more nervous when they got to the house. However, the swordsman was sitting there, but they seemed not to see him. Wu Sunheng naturally did not point it out, but just sat in his original position and looked at the two servants.

"What else did Zheng Yiming do besides staying in the inn?"

The servant did not dare to hide it.

"My master mainly asked us to keep an eye on whether Zheng Yiming would report to the police and who he would contact. However, I kept watch all afternoon and he didn't come out. He seemed to have gone out when the sun was setting."

"Where have you been and what have you done?"

The servant thought for a moment and answered.

"Well, I went to a street near Gongyuan and arrived at a bookstall. He should be copying books. He returned the copied books to the bookstall, and then gave his manuscript to the bookstall owner and asked him to help sell it. .”

Copying books, too. Wu Sunheng thought that when he went to find Zheng Yiming, the other party was indeed copying books.

"Have you ever seen him meet any woman?"

Although it was said that the monster would definitely find out if the Wang family's servants were followed, Wu Sunheng still asked this question, because the monster might not pay attention to the Wang family at all, and it was possible that he would ignore it.

"No, he chatted with the bookstall owner for a long time, then picked a few books and left."

While Wu Sunheng was thinking, a voice transmission came from his master. After receiving the instructions, he spoke again.

"Did you hear what they were talking about, or did they do anything strange?"

The servant who had been watching him in the afternoon suddenly shook his head.

"I didn't dare to get too close now. I just watched them talking happily. Apart from borrowing books, they also teased the cat at the bookstall."

Wu Sunheng's slightly narrowed eyes widened instantly, and the sword cultivator beside him also had a condensed look on his face!

"Hey, Master, that's really all I saw."

Wu Sunheng's expression frightened the servants of the Wang family, and both of them shrank back.

"Hmph, fooling around with Mr. Wang is a positive thing. Are you being timid now? Go ahead, it's none of your business!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" "Then Master, we are leaving. If you need anything, just shout!"

"Um!"

The two servants hurriedly opened the door and walked out as if they were receiving an amnesty.

"etc!"

The two servants trembled, and they both said that the young master had hit the evil spirit, but the young master was not doing well before. He was not as scary as Master Wu. There was a sword in his eyes, and he seemed to kill the human soul with his glare. All split

"Master, do you have any other instructions?"

Wu Sunheng looked at the two people at the door.

"Is your master not at home tonight?"

"Uh, sir, for the sake of the young master, I went to pray for him somewhere else."

It was obvious that he was lying, but Wu Sunheng didn't bother to argue. Pushing his hands, the two servants hurried out. After closing the door, they moved their feet as fast as if they were oiled, for fear of being stopped again.

In the room, Wu Sunheng looked at Jianxiu.

"Master, tell me if you can."

Hearing that there was a cat in the bookstall, the master and the disciple were particularly sensitive to this. The solemn expression on Jianxiu's face also told Wusun Heng that his master had similar suspicions.

"It's not clear yet, that's all. I'll teach you the sword technique first. I'll protect it for you tonight. You can start practicing with peace of mind. I'll go and find out in person tomorrow!"

"yes!"

Wu Sunheng hurriedly stood up and accepted the order. With his master here, he was naturally not afraid, and he was not worried that something would happen to the Wang family tonight.

Perhaps if the master had not come today, something might have happened to the Wang family just now. After all, the cat demon had already touched the Wang family before and happened to bump into the master.

That night, Wu Sunheng sat cross-legged on the bed, while the swordsman used his sword fingers to open up various key points in his body, guided him into tranquility, and then introduced a wisp of Taibaijin Qi into his lungs.

That night, Yu Xinmei had a hard time calming down. All she could think about was the fight she had glimpsed before. Things might be a little beyond her control.

That night, Zheng Yiming was focused on nothing else, reading the new book he had just received with joy. It was obvious that he didn't want to sleep tonight.

That night, Wang Xingfu, who had been kneeling with his servants outside the abbot's monastery of Gaochang Temple in Xingfu Mountain since nightfall, was soaked with cold sweat. The two servants were also kneeling in extreme pain, but they did not dare to get up while the master was kneeling.

The monks at the door were just chanting sutras silently. In addition to not letting the people kneeling there disturb the abbot, they did not restrict the freedom of the abbot. They even arranged a guesthouse for them to stay temporarily, but they just couldn't afford to kneel there.

"Squeak~~~"

The door of the Zen room opened, and an old monk came out holding a rosary. Looking at the people kneeling there under the moonlight, Wang Xingfu's face was already pale when he raised his head. It was obvious that at his age, he had arrived at this wetland after running wildly. I haven't even eaten a grain of rice and I've been kneeling until now, and I can't hold on any longer.

"Have pity on the parents in the world, I am the Buddha who is compassionate!"