When Yan Zhengming said this, Li Yun and Cheng Qian were both stunned. Li Yun almost didn't think about it and blurted out: "That... isn't that Master Uncle?"

As soon as he said this, he felt that he was possessed by Han Yuan, and he quickly pinched his eyebrows in frustration.

Yan Zhengming said sternly, "Of course not. Do you think that the sect rules are just for your own good? For example, if you step into the evil ways of ghosts and killing, which are against the principles of heaven and humanity, you will be expelled from the sect and can never come back."

The room is quiet.

After a while, Cheng Qian came back to his senses and said, "That is to say... the person that Boss Wen mentioned might be..."

He paused involuntarily when he said this, as if he didn't know how to address this person. After a while, he finally uttered, "Uh... former master."

"Who else could it be besides him?" Yan Zhengming said irritably. "Fuyao Mountain is not the base camp of the demon cultivators."

Li Yun asked tentatively, "Big Brother, what do you think? How about we go ask Master tomorrow?"

Yan Zhengming immediately shook his head and rejected it. Although the master talked a lot, most of it was nonsense. As long as he encountered serious matters, he would immediately turn into a saw-mouthed gourd. Even a turtle could not hold back like him. Yan Zhengming did not believe that the three of them could pry anything out of the master. He pondered for a moment, holding on to a glimmer of hope and said, "Is there any way... to find out the whereabouts of the master when he wants to get rid of us?"

Cheng Qian spent the whole day in the Nine-story Sutra Tower. Upon hearing this, a lot of corresponding countermeasures immediately popped up in his mind. However, he quickly deleted them one by one, and finally found that the hope was very slim - because if they wanted to track down the master, the first thing was that one of them had to have more powerful supernatural powers than the master.

"I don't think it's possible," Cheng Qian said, "unless Second Brother turns into a toad again and rubs a lot of the smell of the Golden Clam Divine Water on Master - but I suspect that if we encounter a big demon, Second Brother's guiding toad may pretend to be dead again."

"Don't look at me, I can't do anything," Li Yun spread his hands, "Intelligent things will be scared when facing a powerful enemy, and those who don't are stupid, and it's not easy to find people to help them."

"It must be intelligent and not cowardly..." Yan Zhengming pondered for a moment, "Hey, what do you think of the puddle?"

Cheng Qian rolled his eyes - he didn't see that the junior sister was "intelligent" nor did he see how she was "not cowardly". But the next moment he realized that if they didn't have the ability to track down the master, couldn't they find a way to plant something on the junior sister?

Anyway, the stupid kid who has been kept by the master can’t even understand human language, so he will definitely not notice it.

The three of them discussed for a while, found a piece of wood, and cut it into very thin slices. The well-read Cheng Qian provided a method, and Yan Zhengming started to carve the tracking talisman with difficulty.

This tracking spell was very basic, and Cheng Qian had not seen an advanced one yet. However, he could not resist the master brother’s fluctuating skills and failed again and again.

Master Yan shook his sore hands, feeling that he had never studied spells so seriously before, and couldn't help but glared at Cheng Qian angrily: "What kind of crap is this? Are you reliable?"

It's like blaming the toilet for not being able to poop - Cheng Qian swallowed this indecent remark from his mouth, then stuffed it into his eyes, and scanned his senior brother from head to toe with a look of contempt.

After much arguing and Li Yun's exhausted efforts to smooth things over, the three of them worked until the middle of the night before they managed to carve the wooden strips.

Yan Zhengming handed the wooden stick to the yawning Li Yun and said, "I don't care. You should find a way to put it on her. I actually spent half the night with you guys because of this trivial matter."

Who is it because of?

Cheng Qian was so sleepy that he left Yan "Niangniang" behind and staggered towards his hut. Just as he reached the door and was about to go in, Yan Zhengming, who had caught up with him, suddenly stopped him.

"Wait, Xiao Qian, I have something to tell you."

As Yan Zhengming grew taller this year as if he had taken some fertilizer, his voice gradually became deeper and no longer as clear as that of a young man. As long as he didn't shout loudly, he sounded like a grown man.

Cheng Qian seldom heard him speak so seriously, so he turned around and looked at him in confusion.

The young man behind him stood tall and slender under the moonlight. His usual impetuousness and willfulness seemed to be suppressed by the deep night, and for a moment he seemed a little unlike himself.

Yan Zhengming hesitated for a long time before he spoke: "I forgot to mention some things just now. Actually... I also heard the man surnamed Wen say something else."

Cheng Qian frowned.

"He said that the Fuyao Sect is 'rich and beautiful', and every generation will produce evil spirits..." Yan Zhengming stopped talking here. He stared at Cheng Qian for a moment, and felt that his junior brother was almost like a fragile bamboo pole. It looked like it would break if it was bent, but it was actually cold and hard. No one knew how many weird thoughts he had hidden in his stomach. Yan Zhengming lowered his head slightly and said softly, "You know your limits, right?"

Cheng Qian listened, but he didn't mock him or talk back. He could hear the real caution in Yan Zhengming's words. Regardless of whether his senior brother was worrying about nothing, he could feel that he said this for his own good. Because the eldest senior brother was usually lazy and spoiled, most of the time it was the junior brothers who gave in to him, and Cheng Qian rarely felt like a brother to him.

Until this moment.

So Cheng Qian said nothing, but just nodded silently.

Yan Zhengming let out a light breath, put his hand on the back of Cheng Qian's loose hair, and gently pushed him into the thatched hut.

"That's good," Yan Zhengming whispered, and then he came to his senses. He returned to his old ways and pointed at Cheng Qian's wrinkled clothes and said sternly, "Change me another one tomorrow. Don't you feel like a rag?"

Cheng Qian must have disagreed - his response was to use the hut door to keep the senior brother out.

This night was extremely eventful. Cheng Qian sent Yan Zhengming away and fell headfirst onto the bed. He felt like he had just fallen asleep when he was woken up again.

Compared to the eldest senior brother who kicked open his door and pulled him out of the quilt, Han Yuan was even more annoying - he seemed to have turned into a bird that loved pecking at wood, knocking furtively on the wooden window frame, making Cheng Qian upset as soon as he woke up.

Even on horseback, Cheng Qian did not put down his talisman for a moment. The meridians that had been forcefully widened during this period and the bones that had been stretched when he began to grow combined to cause a pain that often made it difficult for him to sleep well at night. He was woken up twice in a row, and he really wanted to use a sharp weapon to kill the noise.

Han Yuan did not go through the main door. Under Cheng Qian's expressionless gaze, he climbed in through the window, sat down on his bed without any courtesy, and whispered, "Hey, guess what I saw just now?"

Cheng Qian didn't guess, he fell on his back on the bed and covered his head with the quilt without saying a word.

"Hey, don't sleep anymore, get up quickly, I'll take you to see something new." Han Yuan pounced on Cheng Qian and grabbed his quilt with both hands. "You must have never seen it, Xiao Qian? Xiao Qian!"

Cheng Qian refused to stick his head out to see him, and shouted at him through the quilt: "Go find the queen!"

Han Yuan was horrified: "Are you kidding? I dare not. He must put me in the incense burner and burn me."

Cheng Qian rolled into the bed: "Then go find Li Yun!"

"I looked for him," Han Yuan said aggrievedly, "I almost fired cannons in his ears, but I couldn't wake him up."

Cheng Qian: “…”

It turns out that he is the easiest to wake up, and the most reserved when he gets angry.

Han Yuan successfully lifted his quilt, ignored Cheng Qian's implicit anger, and whispered in his ear: "Have you seen a ghost?"

Cheng Qian was about to explode, but after hearing this, his frowning eyebrows moved suddenly: "What?"

After an incense stick of time, Cheng Qian followed Han Yuan out of the dilapidated inn.

"There was a market in town these days, so I was a little late," Han Yuan said as he walked, "so I took a shortcut on my way back - this way, watch your step."

Cheng Qian walked behind Han Yuan in a daze, carefully avoiding the mud on the ground. He couldn't understand how he could understand the surrounding environment in such a short time. Could it be that this was a skill that only beggars who traveled all over the country had? Han Yuan led him to a more remote place. Cheng Qian held his wooden sword in one hand and the knife he used to practice spells in the other. He didn't dare to believe in Han Yuan's reliability at all. He piled small piles of pebbles as marks wherever he went.

As the cold wind blew, Cheng Qian's originally confused mind began to clear up. He realized that he was influenced by the words about ghost cultivation said by his senior brother before going to bed. When he heard the word "ghost", he actually followed him out in a daze.

Going out to see ghosts with a little beggar in the middle of the night is really...

He must have been infected with the stupid disease by Han Yuan.

Suddenly, Cheng Qian shuddered.

Han Yuan led him to a small river. He had no sense of the weather, but thought that it was getting deeper and the dew was heavier, and it was cold near the water.

Cheng Qian had already felt that the chill was not just ordinary chill, and he also vaguely smelled a hint of ominous stench.

Cheng Qian shuddered, and the last trace of sleepiness disappeared completely.

"There can't be any danger." He picked up a leaf that fell on his shoulder and held it in his palm, thinking calmly, "If there was any danger, why did you let Han Yuan run back just now?"

Han Yuan put his hands to his mouth and shouted, "Hey, where are you? I'm here with my junior brother, come out."

Cheng Qian raised his foot slightly, covered Han Yuan's mouth, and asked with gritted teeth: "What did you provoke?"

Han Yuan: “Mmm…Mmm…”

His mouth was covered, and he looked behind Cheng Qian with a wink. Cheng Qian turned back in the direction of his gaze and almost choked.

I saw a flickering ghost fire appeared behind him at some point, and a male ghost with a pale face was standing there with a blank look on his face.

Cheng Qian stopped Han Yuan behind him and asked, "Who is it?"

Han Yuan finally broke free from Cheng Qian's hand, patted his shoulder carelessly, and said, "It's okay, don't be afraid of him. I was also scared by him at first, but then I found that he was stupid and quite funny."

As he spoke, he bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it out before Cheng Qian could stop him. The stone went straight through the ghost's body and bounced twice on the ground. The male ghost looked down at the stone blankly, looking like a sleepwalker who didn't know what day it was.

Han Yuan smiled and said to Cheng Qian: "Just watch."

Cheng Qian just wanted to smear him in the face - when the stone passed through the male ghost's body, he clearly smelled the smell, which seemed to be a bad smell mixed with some disgusting fishy smell.

Corpse oil plus virgin boy blood...

At this moment, Cheng Qian had no time to think about why the other party had let Han Yuan escape just now. He had only one question in his mind: was that little beggar still a human being?

It was bad enough that he encountered a mutiny among the monsters when he entered the Demon Valley, but he went out for a stroll in the middle of the night and actually picked up a ghost demon cultivator?