The monk surnamed Wang secretly thought: "There is no spiritual power fluctuation! Could it be that he is really a mortal? Probably... If a monk can completely hide his cultivation in front of me and prevent me from finding any flaws, then his cultivation must be in my
Above!"
After thinking about this, the monk surnamed Wang nodded: "Oh! Then go and collect medicine!"
Yi Yun nodded and bowed, picked up his own bamboo basket, and was about to leave...
Suddenly, the monk named Wang behind him shouted: "Wait a minute! Why do you look familiar to me?"
Yi Yun's heart skipped a beat. If he was wanted by the two factions, then the disciples below must have seen his portrait! This was going to be troublesome. Yi Yun had lost all his cultivation. Even the little trash who could kill him instantly was now facing him.
In other words, they are all irresistible nightmares!
However, Yi Yun was still very calm. He turned around slowly and said with a smile: "Brother, maybe it's because I have a popular face, so I feel familiar easily!"
The other person rubbed his chin, and he looked more and more like him, but he was not sure whether the guy in front of him was a wanted guy.
"What's your name?"
"My name is Wang Daniu!" Yi Yun is not stupid, so he certainly won't be so stupid as to say his real name.
"Wang Daniu? Come here, my shoes are dirty, lick them clean for me!"
The corner of Yi Yun's mouth twitched, and the clay figure was also very angry. He knew that if he continued to endure it, it would be a bigger flaw, so Yi Yun was also angry!
"Why don't you lick your shoes yourself when they are dirty? Did you eat shit when you went out in the morning? You talk so stinky!"
Yi Yun cursed loudly and even took action. He went up and pushed the monk, but he didn't push him. Yi Yun pretended to have a shocked expression.
The monk surnamed Wang snorted coldly: "What a useless mortal. Maybe I really worry too much!" After saying that, the monk surnamed Wang slapped Yi Yun's chest with his palm. Yi Yun screamed and rolled down the hillside.
He went down, breaking a lot of vegetation along the way, and rolled for more than a hundred meters before being blocked by bushes. However, in the process, his head hit a stone, and blood flowed out from the wound...
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Although the unconscious Yi Yun was seriously injured again, he escaped. If Yi Yun was discovered by the opponent and stayed in Expelling Soul Mountain, I'm afraid... his fate would be ten times, a hundred times more miserable than it is now.
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The monk surnamed Wang sneered: "A humble mortal who still pushes and shoves me is really looking for death!"
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It was getting dark, and Yi Yun still didn't wake up. Wang Xiaohua and Mr. Wang were also at the agreed place. After waiting for a long time, Yi Yun didn't come. They began to worry that something had really happened to Yi Yun.
Bar?
While it was still dark, they went up the mountain to look for someone. They didn't know whether it was luck or whether Yi Yun and Wang Xiaohua were really destined... After searching for more than two hours, Wang Xiaohua actually found Yi Yun again.
Saved him again...
The next morning, when Yi Yun woke up, he touched his head. With a splitting headache, Yi Yun sat up and covered his head with both hands.
"Um...where am I?" Yi Yun looked around. There were walls on all sides, a small table in the room, and he was lying on a bed! It was a familiar yet unfamiliar environment.
Yi Yun always felt that he had been here before...
In fact, this is the place where Yi Yun has lived these past few days, the small house of Wang Xiaohua's family. However, Yi Yun now has... lost his memory. He has forgotten everything that happened in the past two days. No, not these two.
God, his memory has been fragmented into large pieces. It may be due to the severe damage to his brain...
"Where is this? Why am I here?" A picture flashed through Yi Yun's mind, but the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt... He had to cover his head and didn't dare to think about it anymore...