"Haha..." After a burst of hearty laughter, the Great Elder Qin Hanwen actually appeared at the mountain gate: "Welcome back."
"Hello, Great Elder." Lin San and others greeted hurriedly and respectfully.
Qin Hanwen looked around at the returning Qingyue Sect disciples: "Hey, where is Shuhai." At this time, Qin Hanwen realized that Wang Shuhai was not among the crowd.
Disciples of the Qingyue Sect, you look at me and I look at you. No one speaks.
Qin Hanwen raised his voice: "Why don't you say anything..."
In the end, Li Tao stood up and answered: "Great Elder Qi...Senior Brother Wang...is missing."
"Yeah." Qin Hanwen was stunned: "I'm missing. Please explain yourself more clearly."
"It's like this. After the Nine Kingdoms Textile Market ended, we took the spaceship and returned to Qingyue Sect. When passing by a forest, we stopped and rested for a day..." Li Tao described the disappearance of Wang Shuhai in detail. At the end. Li Tao also added: "We searched the entire forest and found no trace of Senior Brother Wang."
After listening to Li Tao's story, Qin Hanwen frowned tightly: "So, Shuhai has been missing for several days."
"Almost a month." Li Tao replied.
"Before Shuhai disappeared, you didn't notice anything strange." Qin Hanwen asked in a deep voice.
Li Tao was the first to answer: "No. I went to bed very early that night. When we came together the next day, I found that Senior Brother Wang was missing."
The other disciples also shook their heads one after another.
"This is strange. A good living person. How can he just disappear when he is missing?" Qin Hanwen murmured to himself.
Li Tao glanced at Qin Hanwen and said hesitantly: "Is it possible that Senior Brother Wang has gone to do something important?"
"Even if I have to do something important, Shuhai should say hello to you." Qin Hanwen pondered for a moment: "You guys must be tired from traveling all the way. Go and have a rest."
"Then Senior Brother Wang..." Li Tao asked.
"Leave Shuhai's matter to me. You don't have to worry about it. Go back and rest." Qin Hanwen waved his hand.
"Yes." Li Tao and others responded and dispersed.
…
The meeting hall.
The leader, Master Qingyang, sat together with the four elders and talked softly.
"Junior brother Qin, is there no news about Shuhai yet?" Master Qingyang asked expressionlessly.
Qin Hanwen shook his head slightly: "There is no news."
Master Qingyang frowned: "I'm always uneasy these days. I'm worried about Shuhai..."
"No. Shuhai has a high level of cultivation and a lot of protective magic weapons. He should not be in danger." Qin Hanwen comforted him.
Master Qingyang smiled bitterly: "You don't need to comfort me. Shuhai has always been prudent in his work. He will never disappear for more than a month without any reason."
"But..." Qin Hanwen wanted to say something else.
Master Qingyang waved his hand: "Now we can only do our best and obey fate. I hope Shu Haifu will be blessed and can return to Qingyue Sect safely."
"I will send more people down the mountain to search for Shuhai. In addition, I have also sent a message to other immortal cultivating sects, asking them to help keep an eye on Shuhai's whereabouts." Qin Hanwen explained his plan.
Master Qingyang nodded: "Junior Brother Qin, I have asked you to worry about it."
"The leader's words are serious. As the great elder of Qingyue Sect, I have the responsibility and obligation to find the whereabouts of Shuhai." Qin Hanwen said hurriedly.
"Okay, that's all for today. It's okay. You can go back." Master Qingyang said calmly.
Qin Hanwen and others immediately stood up and slowly left the meeting hall.
Master Qingyang sat quietly on the chair and murmured to himself: "Shu Hai, what's wrong with you?"
…
The elixir garden.
Lin San sat cross-legged on the bed, practicing quietly. A ray of red light loomed above Lin San's head.
"Huh..." Lin San slowly opened his eyes: "I have finally reached the fifth level of Hunyuan Wuji Kung Fu." These days, Lin San has been staying in the house every day to practice Hunyuan Wuji Kung Fu. The so-called hard work pays off. A thoughtful person has finally reached the fifth level of cultivation.
Lin San pondered for a moment, then stretched out his hand and rubbed it gently. A ball of flame burst out from the palm of his hand. It kept hovering and flying in the air.
"Min." Lin San stretched out his finger and pointed at the flame.
The flames immediately split into two and kept jumping around Lin San.
"Broken." Another word came out of Lin San's mouth.
"Bang." The two flames suddenly exploded and turned into countless red star dots. A wooden chair was slightly stained with a few red star dots and was immediately burned to ashes. Then, the red star dots turned toward The wooden table next to it fell.
Lin San was startled. He quickly made a magic formula: "Combined."
Countless red star points suddenly came together slowly. In a moment, they condensed into a ball of flame.
As soon as Lin San waved, the flame automatically fell on Lin San's palm.
Waves of heat slowly flowed down Lin San's palms to his Dantian.
"The Hunyuan Wuji Kung Fu is indeed magical. You have only reached the fifth level and you can release such powerful flames. If you practice to the highest level, you can really fly around the world..." Suddenly Lin San's face darkened. Sighed: "Alas. It's a pity that the Hunyuan Wuji in my hand is incomplete..."
"Is anyone there?" A shout suddenly came from outside the door.
Lin San dispersed the flames, got off the bed, opened the door and saw that it was He Mingsheng.
"Uncle Lin." Hai Mingsheng greeted Lin San respectfully.
Lin San was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Mingsheng, why do you call me that?" As he spoke, he reached out and patted Hai Mingsheng on the shoulder.
Hai Mingsheng took a step back and said respectfully: "Your cultivation level is much higher than mine. I should call you uncle." Hai Mingsheng didn't know that Lin San was an immortal cultivator in the Golden Core stage before. His attitude was relatively easy-going. But after the last competition among the disciples of the Immortal Cultivation Sect of Nanyue Kingdom, Hai Mingsheng finally knew that Lin San was a real Golden Core monk. As a result, Hai Mingsheng no longer dared to be disrespectful to Lin San. .
"Mingsheng, I have always regarded you as a good friend in my heart. Don't deliberately alienate me just because I have a high level of cultivation..." Lin San said with a smile.
Hai Mingsheng shook his head: "I didn't know that you were at the Golden Core stage before, so your tone and attitude were rather unrestrained. Please don't blame me, Uncle Lin."
"Mingsheng, you..." Lin San was about to say something, but was interrupted by Hai Mingsheng's words.
"I came here to pick some elixirs. This is the warrant." Hai Mingsheng handed a piece of paper to Lin San.
Lin San took the paper and looked at it: "The soul grass is at the far west end. It has five petals."
Hemingsheng thanked him and walked towards the west.
Lin San twisted her mouth and thought softly in her heart: It was not easy to make a friend in the spirit world. In the end, the relationship still became stiff. Human hearts are such a fickle thing.