Wang Beitie looked at him, his eyes calm and unruffled.

"What?!"

Liu Mu opened his eyes and hurriedly knelt down on the ground, "Why? Elder, but Liu Mu is looking for you too often? Liu Mu promises not to bother you again in the future. Please don't leave. We at Anjianwu can't do it now."

You are the only one left."

Liu Mu bowed his head and knelt on the ground, crying.

He was really scared. He knew that Wang Beitie was still alive, and he really had confidence in his heart. Even if Wang Beitie didn't do anything or say anything, as long as he was here, Liu Mu's heart was filled with fear.

Solid.

Just like a person walking at night, when he sees the night light lit at the door of his house, he feels very at ease.

The same is true for Willow. During this period,

Come, no matter what he encounters outside, as long as he returns to Dingbeiguan, he will feel inexplicably at ease.

But now, the person who gave him this sense of security told him not to come. It was really difficult for him to accept it.

"Liu Mu, let's go."

Wang's inscription on the stele issued an order to expel the guests again. After saying this, he closed his eyes and said no more.

Looking at him, Liu Mu opened his mouth several times, but in the end he just said, "Liu Mu, greetings to the elder!"

Haven't gotten up for a long time.

…

After all, there was still no end to the banquet, and Liu Mu returned to his residence in despair.

Pushing open the courtyard door, there was the Taoist boy sitting on a withered peach branch with his legs dangling. Liu Mu glanced up at him and asked casually: "Why don't you just stare at them and instead come back by yourself? This is not you.

Demon boy?"

Xiao Ke, a Taoist boy whom Liu Mu called the "Devil Boy", sat on a peach branch, covered his face with his hands, and sighed. Then he fell forward, his legs hanging upside down on the peach branch, dangling.

"I'm lost, I can't follow you."

As he spoke, he made a face at Liu Mu and swayed more vigorously.

Liu Mu sneered.

"I don't want to make trouble with you. If I have time to play around, I might as well keep an eye on them. Don't really lose it."

The little Taoist boy screamed, jumped down from the peach branch, lay on the ground, hugged Liu Mu's thigh, and cried, "Grandpa, I really lost my life."

Liu Mu was stunned, picked up his collar, and said in shock: "Don't be ridiculous, I gave you the 'Shadow-Chasing Bamboo', and you still can't catch it? What the hell do you do every day?"

of?"

After saying that, he shook it hard and rolled on the ground for a long distance before stopping.

The Taoist boy was not angry, and stretched out his hand to wipe the saliva from his face, "It's not that I'm incompetent, it's that those two loaches are too slippery."

As he spoke, he didn't bother to get up, so he just lay down in the dust, crossed his legs, and vividly described his "difficult" encounters along the way.

"Are you saying that you suddenly lost track of the Shadow-Chasing Bamboo when you reached a street corner?"

The Taoist boy nodded like he was pounding garlic.

Liu Mu didn't care to be immersed in the sadness of Wang Bei Tie's departure. He picked up the Taoist boy and jumped out of the small courtyard.

"Where is it, take me there."

…

Not long after, the two stopped at the entrance of an alley, ignoring the crowds around them. Liu Mu held the shadow-chasing bamboo in one hand, stepped on the Gang Steps with his feet, and made seals with the other hand.

After three steps, the surroundings were confused, and Liu Mu's face turned pale.

After seven steps, cause and effect suddenly appeared, but Liu Mu couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and forcibly interrupted the secret technique.

He stumbled, and the Taoist boy jumped up to catch him.

Liu Mu pushed it away and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I can't find it. Unless I ignore the overturning of the road and forcibly reverse the cause and effect from the business rules and regulations, otherwise there will be no trace of it with our methods."

The little Taoist boy stopped him quickly. It sounded easy, but it could not be explained clearly in just a few words. And the price Liu Mu had to pay was most likely his Taoist life.

No one mentioned asking the other three for help. After all, when it comes to calculations and deductions, the three of them combined are not as good as one of the two.

Granny Huayu is a rare acupuncture master in the immortal family, and He Bizhi is one of the few sword cultivators. Only the elite can be considered an ordinary monk. But only with Granny Huayu and He Bizhi.

In comparison, she has already mastered the "Ultra Art of Charm and Desire" to be as pure as fire. If she hadn't joined a "Righteous Immortal Family" like Anjianwu, she might have entered the upper three realms long ago.

"What about now?" Tao Tong asked, sitting on the wall beside him, scratching his head.

Liu Mu looked at the surroundings with cold eyes, and the spiritual consciousness spread quietly. At the same time, he transmitted a message: "The spiritual consciousness is covered, even if the ground is turned three feet, we must find them!"

The Taoist boy looked at Liu Mu in surprise, but did not object.

But I have to say that this is a bit extreme. Using that spiritual sense to search everywhere is actually the worst of the worst. Not to mention that this method of doing things will be shamed by the people on the mountain, and even criticized by those Confucian disciples.

What's more, who knows which masters of the Immortal Family live in seclusion in Dingbei Pass. If you accidentally turn to the door of a monk who doesn't want to be named, it will really turn into trouble.

After all, this human world is very big, but not very big. Maybe the man who repairs the carriage at the back door of your house is the founder of the Immortal family, and maybe the person who stays by the river fishing all year round is the founder of a certain lineage.

Grandpa.

But looking at Liu Mu who was gradually moving away, Xiao Ke had no choice but to wave his sleeves and jump up in the opposite direction, laughing while spreading his spiritual consciousness.

Everyone who heard the commotion looked around, but no one paid attention. Before each monk walked in the rivers and lakes, there must be an elder on the mountain telling him not to pay attention to those children and elders who behaved strangely. After all, something was wrong.

There must be monsters, and there must be monsters when people behave abnormally.

At the base of the north wall of the city, an old man with a goatee and chewing melon seeds was using his unique secret technique to read the mountains and rivers and the world.

Whenever I see that little confused Taoist boy, I can't help but smile and nod, like an old father.

PS: I know from the book that many Taoist friends have actually read this book, but I feel that except for those Taoist friends from "Fragrant City Yunnan", others rarely comment... Why is this? The book has always been very supportive.
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