The first volume debuts Chapter 72 Dumb
After the four leaders of the Demon Sect left, Shen Hua couldn't help but see a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He was obviously injured. Just now, in order to scare the four members of the Demon Sect away and retreat, he just pretended not to show it.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, are you okay?" The other four people saw Shen Hua vomiting blood and his face changed slightly, and immediately asked with concern.
"It's okay!" Shen Hua said calmly. Although there was blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, it was indeed only a minor injury and he would be fine after a few days of recuperation.
"Since the people from the Demon Sect have retreated, let's all return to the sect. Thank you again, fellow Taoists!" Shen Hua thanked them again.
"Take care of yourself, Fellow Daoist Shen. If you encounter an attack from the Demon Cult, you must notify them in time to avoid being attacked one by one by the Demon Cult's combined forces!" The old man among the five people said solemnly, and took out a healing pill and handed it to Shen Hua.
Now they are evenly matched with the Demon Cult. If one of them is seriously injured or even killed by the Demon Cult, the balance will be broken instantly. At that time, I am afraid that none of them will be spared! Similarly, the people of the four major Demon Cults also have such concerns, so they did not choose to fight just now, but chose to retreat!
The five people then returned to their respective sects, transformed into five rays of light and instantly flew away in several directions.
Just one stick of incense later, Shen Hua's figure appeared again in this place which had originally calmed down!
He just sent a message to Li Xuanfeng, but got no response at all.
The spiritual sense carefully scanned the area within a thousand miles, but did not find any trace of Li Xuanfeng!
Finally, Shen Hua appeared at the cliff where Li Xuanfeng fell. After careful identification, he confirmed that this was the place where Li Xuanfeng's breath disappeared.
Coming to the , looking at the turbulent river water, a trace of worry appeared in Shen Hua's eyes.
Li Xuanfeng's aura completely disappeared at the cliff. He must have fallen into the deep pool and followed the river water to the bottom of the river. Because there was a huge waterfall above the deep pool, huge water flow kept falling from a high place, washing away all the aura.
But he was already injured and could not follow the river to search for Li Xuanfeng's whereabouts. If Cheng Ping of the Corpse Demon Cult appeared again, it would be really dangerous.
This river passes through the area where the Corpse Demon Cult is located. If Shen Hua uses his spiritual sense to search continuously, it will definitely attract Cheng Ping's attention. Under normal circumstances, Cheng Ping would still be afraid of him, but now that he is already injured, Cheng Ping will definitely seize the opportunity to seriously injure or even kill him!
Shen Hua had no choice but to return to the sect temporarily to heal his injuries.
"What happened?" Han Yue came out to ask Shen Hua as soon as he returned to Huayue Garden. Shen Luoyan was beside him, with a hint of worry in her big eyes, she was worried that Li Xuanfeng was in danger.
When Shen Hua felt Li Xuanfeng rushing towards him with the small sword, Han Yue had already sensed it. However, Han Yue was only a spirit infant, and her speed could not be compared with Shen Hua, so she could only wait for Shen Hua to return in the sect.
"Xuanfeng used the small sword I gave him. I rushed there immediately and found that he had killed all the disciples in a branch of the Corpse Demon Sect. Even the elders of the branch were killed by him using my sword energy!" Shen Hua explained.
"Then why didn't Xuanfeng come back with you?" Han Yue asked curiously.
Shen Hua had no choice but to tell the truth about the battle with Cheng Ping just now. Han Yue and Shen Luoyan were both filled with deep worry.
This time, Shen Luoyan was no longer as cheerful as usual. She was extremely worried and didn't know what to say.
"Don't worry, Xuanfeng's physical strength is very strong. Although he was seriously injured, he will recover soon. He didn't reply to my message just because he was recuperating. I will pick him up and take him back to the sect when he recovers." Shen Hua took the initiative to comfort Han Yue and the others, but he was actually very worried in his heart.
Han Yue and Shen Luoyan felt relieved after hearing this and had to wait for Shen Hua to recover from his injuries.
Two thousand miles away from Xuanling Sect, there is a relatively large village next to a river. There are also plains and mountains next to the village. The villagers have many ways to make a living, such as fishing in the river, growing crops in the plains, and hunting in the mountains. Their lives are quite rich.
At this time, by the river in the village, a thin young man in linen clothes, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, sat quietly on a stone. He looked at the slowly flowing river, but his eyes were not focused on the river surface, as if he was in a daze.
"Brother Dumb, are you daydreaming by the river again?"
At this time, a young man who was a head shorter than this man came running over. His clothes were even more tattered than those of the boy in sackcloth clothes. He sat down next to the boy in sackcloth clothes without any courtesy, shouting while panting.
"Mute brother, where are you from? Sister Xiaolan and her father said that they fished you out of the river." The young man asked himself.
This scene was quite strange, a young man was talking to a mute, and his interest was not affected at all by the fact that the mute could not speak.
"Mute brother, my name is Jiang Liu, and I just turned twelve. Grandpa Jiang once told me that I was a baby that floated down from upstream in a wooden basin. It was Grandpa Jiang who took me in, and because I floated down from the river, he named me Jiang Liu. Unfortunately, Grandpa Jiang passed away three years ago." The young man spoke of his life experience and Grandpa Jiang with a hint of sadness.
"We are really alike. We were both fished out of the river. We are helpless. If anyone in the village bullies you in the future, come and tell me and I will help you deal with them." The young man rolled up his sleeves and said with loyalty.
But his height and build make him look even weaker than the mute. Others would inevitably laugh when they see his mischievous appearance.
But the mute didn't. He still looked at the river, as if nothing would change his expression, and as if he didn't listen to the boy's words at all.
"Little mute, why are you here in a daze by the river again? My dad asked you to go eat, and I have been looking for you for a long time."
Just then, an eighteen-year-old woman came up to the two of them and complained to the mute.
"My father insisted on saving you. I should have let you drown in the river so that I wouldn't have to spend time every day calling you to eat. For three days, you did nothing except lock yourself in your room and stare blankly by the river. No wonder someone threw you into the river!"
The girl hated the mute very much. She was fishing with her father in the river and saw a man drifting down the river. She rescued him and brought him to the boat. Unexpectedly, the man did not say a word after waking up, so the girl called him a mute.
I had thought that after rescuing him, I could get him to help with the work, but I didn't expect that he was not only a mute, but also a very lazy mute. After waking up, he either locked himself in the room or went to the river to stare blankly.
Even this mute often refused to eat. When he was called, he would just shake his head and continue to lock himself in the room, or continue to stare blankly at the river. He had only eaten twice in the three days since he woke up. I don't know how he managed to endure.
"Sister Xiaolan, don't speak so harshly. Mute Brother has just recovered from a serious injury and hasn't recovered yet. He will be fine in a few days." Jiang Liu frowned when he heard the woman's words.
"You think my words are rude? Then don't stay in my house!" the woman shouted, her voice full of disgust.
In her opinion, this little mute was full of weirdness and only knew how to eat and drink for free. She really couldn't stand it.
"You..." Jiang Liu was choked by Xiaolan's words and couldn't find any words to refute. If he left Xiaolan's house, he would have no place for his mute brother to stay.
The mute listened to the conversation between the two, seemed helpless, shook his head and continued to look at the river ahead.
"I came to call you to have dinner, but you didn't go. You can't blame me." Xiaolan saw that the mute shook his head and did not stand up, so she turned around and left after saying this.
"Brother Mute, come and have some steamed buns. I caught a fish in the river yesterday and sold it. I bought them at Aunt Wang's house this morning." The young man Jiang Liu took out two steamed buns from his arms and handed one to the mute as if he was offering a treasure, but the bun was so cold that it was a little hard!
The young boy Jiang Liu was an orphan. After his grandfather Jiang passed away, he was left alone with only a shabby thatched hut left by his grandfather.
Because he was naughty and mischievous when he was a child, and occasionally stole eggs from other people's chicken coops, the villagers didn't like him very much. He could only make a living by catching fish and shrimp and helping others with farm work. He was often hungry and his body was a little thin.
But Jiang Liu was a cheerful young man who did not fall into depravity because of his tragic life experience. After seeing the mute, he felt the same way , so he often chatted with him, spoke for him, and even shared his very little food with the mute.
"Thank you, I'm not hungry."
At this moment, the mute shook his head and suddenly spoke!
