Liu Yanlong followed the Saint for many years and had a lot of combat experience. After he could not find the Saint's trace, he calmed down and began to carefully check the traces on the ground, hoping to find useful clues...
After a while, Liu Yanlong squatted on the ground again and reached out to pick up a tiny piece of wood chips. It was very small, only an inch long, but there were traces of cutting on it, which reminded him of the wooden sword in Lu Ming's hand.
"It seems that the wooden sword was broken. Is a swordsman who lost his sword still threatening in front of the powerful saint?"
Liu Yanlong frowned and looked at the quiet darkness around him, but his heart did not relax. The disappearance of the saint was definitely not a good thing, especially the time for a showdown with other saints was about to come. If the saint disappeared before the battle, then this joke would be a big deal. His hard work and achievements over the years would be gone.
Liu Yanlong gritted his teeth and ordered his subordinates: "You people, now set out from here immediately and look for the outside world until they find the saint."
His subordinates knew from Liu Yanlong Tieqing's face that something big was not good, so they didn't dare to delay and immediately replied: "Yes, sir."
"You must remember that before you find the Saint, no one is allowed to spread this news. Otherwise, it would be a luxury for me to let him die!" Liu Yanlong said with a ruthless expression.
The sky gradually became brighter, and the frost formed by the cold night in late autumn gradually melted, causing a layer of mist to spread on the earth. People who were happy felt as if they were in a fairyland, and those who were in a gloomy mood would add a trace of sorrow and haze.
There were already people coming and going on the streets, most of them walking towards Jiantang Square. They were talking to each other, all about Jiansheng’s experiences during the battle. When it comes to excitement, everyone was full of surprises.
Leng Jian, who was standing at the door, looked at the void with his eyes. When these people passed by him, they all felt a cold, as if they were passing by in front of the ice cellar.
The swordsmen turned their heads and looked at them. When they saw that it was Leng Jian, which was absolutely proportional to the sword realm. Thinking about his battle process over the past two days, looking at his current expression, they shivered and their paces accelerated.
Leng Jian is in a very bad mood now. He has not seen Lu Ming since last night. The key to the problem is that no one knows where he went.
If you can use ruthless actions on the appearance of the sword hall, you can imagine how surging the undercurrents in this world are.
Leng Jian, who has a rich experience, knows that fighting for resources and eliminating dissidents is almost always brewing or has happened.
Lu Ming is safe in doing things and has many methods. His disappearance this night is definitely not a coincidence!
Leng Jian was anxious, but after searching near the base for a long time, he could not find any news about him. His departure seemed to have suddenly evaporated, without a trace, and now he can only wait for news from others.
Bang bang bang bang...
Zhuoligetu ran back with his huge body shaking, his feet were extremely anxious. He went into the room and said directly: "I have checked all the big trees nearby. There is no Lu Ming at all. Moreover, I have checked carefully and found no traces of the bark being peeled."
At this time, Nangong Huajian and Qing'er had already rushed back. After entering the door, they shook their heads and looked very bad.
"Young Master is so powerful, there will be no problem. We shouldn't be too worried." Qing'er said as if she was comforting herself, but her red eyes showed that she was actually insincere and was already extremely worried.
"He must be fine." Leng Jian nodded, and then said, "Qing'er, go and prepare some breakfast for everyone. When you are ready, your young master may come back."
Qing'er's eyes lit up, she agreed happily and went to prepare.
Zhuo Ligetu knew that Leng Jian wanted to part with Qing'er's heart so that this girl would not be anxious, but in fact everyone was in the same mood.
"But, where can Lu Ming go?" Nangong Huajian dragged a wounded hand and frowned.
Leng Jian shook his head gently and said, "I have already inquired. In Fenghua City, the Lu family has no relatives except for a few shops. Moreover, I heard that most people like to ask him for money, and there is no contact. Only Ouyang Luo and him are OK, but they always scold him for not being so prodigal. Now that Ouyang Luo is fleeing with Jian Zun, it is basically impossible to meet an old friend in a foreign land."
"In this way, it's not about visiting relatives, not meeting friends, and not making wooden swords. So would he suddenly encounter some sword treasure and then buy it with someone?" Zhuo Ligetu analyzed. He knew that Lu Ming's life was actually very simple.
"No, I know Lu Ming's surname quite well. If there is a sword treasure, he will definitely take us with him, and we don't need a penny to share it with us." Nangong Huajian said with emotion.
"There is nothing, there is nothing, so where is he going!" Zhuo Ligetu's meticulous surname could not help but become impatient.
Leng Jian's face also had a layer of deeper frost, and an ominous feeling hit his heart. If a master was jealous of Lu Ming's talent and stole him quietly, the matter would be a big deal.
Leng Jian really didn't want this to happen, but he had to put it in the scope of consideration. It seemed that it was time to show up with the two old seniors. If they took action, the possibility of retrieving Lu Ming's surname would double.
As for the trial competition, there is no need to worry. Yesterday his opponents had already expressed their abstention, and Lu Ming had successfully qualified to enter the national trial competition. After all, winning one by one with the wooden sword is luck, so it is not that true twice or three times. The sword students are not stupid either. Naturally, they can see the gap in their realm. Abstention is actually a kind of protection for themselves.
After Leng Jian talked to everyone, Nangong Huajian and Zhuo Ligetu also felt that this matter was extraordinary and it was time to tell the two elders.
"Hey? Have you heard of it? Cheng Zifeng left yesterday, and he was in a hurry!"
"Leaving? Did he even give up the battle for the title of Qingyuanzhou's first genius? This time he has great hope of winning it, which shouldn't be!"
"Yes, but I don't know if he wants to retain his combat power and then amazed the audience in the national competition!"
The conversations of several Jianshengs when they passed by at the entrance of the small building reached the ears of the three of them without saying a word.
"Cheng Zifeng left quietly yesterday?" Leng Jian frowned immediately.
"It seems that Lu Ming must have been the first to get the news that Cheng Zifeng left, but this villain hurt you and me one after another. Lu Ming would never let him go like this. He must have caught that villain!" Nangong Huajian stood up in a flash, and his violent actions added a hint of red to the gauze on the wound. However, after getting the news, he guessed Lu Ming's possible whereabouts. He had already unconsciously realized this pain.
Zhuoligetu twitched his thick chin, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes: "It seems that this surname is very big, but a night has passed. If there is any change in this matter, I will definitely pay a hundred times the price!"
"Okay, since I have received the news, I shouldn't wait any longer." Leng Jian reached out and grabbed the sword and said, "You two are here to recover from the wounds, I'll go find out."
"How can that be done?" Zhuoligetu stretched out his left hand and grabbed the giant sword, got up and followed, and said, "I want to go, go together!"
Nangong Huajian didn't say anything, he picked up the sword and walked to the door first, and walked directly to the horse shed.
At this moment, among some unknown mountains, the rushing river water has turned into several tributaries between the dense mountains and rivers. The river water tends to ease. The surging river water in the upper reaches washes it like a small plain, and the large amount of mud and sand carried gradually settles down. From time to time, a small island or shallow will form here.
The rich sand makes the land here fertile and nourished by river water. Therefore, scattered fields can be seen everywhere here, and various crops are growing vigorously. It seems that the smile on the faces of the farmer when receiving goods.
Not far from the river bank, there is a small village. The smoke from the cooking stove is slowly rising in the morning, and a few puppies are running happily. Occasionally, a few roosters will fight because of the chassis problem. There are tall fruit trees everywhere in front of and behind the house, and the flowers on it are blooming lushly, making this quiet and peaceful mountain village more like a paradise.
People in the mountains are hardworking. At the entrance of the village, you can see people carrying farm tools on their shoulders, and occasionally people who carry firewood up the mountain to chop firewood on their backs. The simple folk songs awaken the beginning of a day's life.
An old man walked towards the mountain with a hatchet in his hand, and a little yellow dog followed behind him. He seemed to be going to chop wood, but his first destination was by the river, which was his habit.
The elderly are used to coming to the river to take a look every day. The stability of the river water can bring better harvests, and they can also make future plans based on the level of the river water level, what to plant during drought? If it rains a lot, you should store more grain and feed more dry firewood.
The old man has no true energy and cannot make his life richer like many swordsmen. He has not walked out of the mountains and cannot come up with more and better ideas. He can only make the lives of people in the mountains smoother based on his years of life experience.
“Woom wool wool wool …”
The little yellow dog let out a series of horrifying screams. Its footsteps wanted to rush forward, but instinctively it was retreating and hitting the old man's leg.
The old man smiled kindly: "You little guy, the rabbit leg I had last night was in vain. If you met a wild wolf in the mountains, why don't you throw me away?"
The old man laughed and scolded, but felt something was wrong in his heart. It was close to the mountain village, and those wild beasts would never get close to it when the mountain was closed without heavy snow. Just like people were afraid of wild wolves, but in fact, wolves were also afraid of people.
But what makes Xiao Huang so scared?
The old man tightly held the hatchet in his hand, opened his turbid eyes, and looked into the distance. What was that? (To be continued.)