The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Chapter 291 See if you can hide it

When she came back in the evening, Guoguo brought two eggs for Tang Yixin, but his little face was covered with scars and bruises, and his little eyes were swollen.

"Who hit you in the face?" Tang Yixien asked with a cold look in his eyes, his hand involuntarily touching the sword.

"I'm fine, I'm used to it. When I become a monk, I will beat them to a pulp." Guoguo spoke incoherently, his face twitching as if he was in pain.

Children are innocent and do not feel the pain of suffering.

He picked up his small wooden sword again and started to make random moves.

Tang Yixin originally wanted to hide in this room and wait for the furnace cauldron constitution to take effect. If he could survive it, he would survive. If not, then forget it.

But looking at Guoguo's appearance, he couldn't hide anymore.

Just when Guoguo went out in the morning, he followed behind.

It was daybreak and foggy outside.

Guoguo jumped and danced, imitating the movements of stabbing with a sword all the way, passing by houses and courtyards in groups of three or two, and walked forward.

Tang Yixien followed slowly behind.

Until he saw Guoguo jumping into a dilapidated courtyard.

The yard is surrounded by a bamboo fence, which is broken and mottled.

The owner of the courtyard seems to think that as long as there is a fence, it is a courtyard.

There is a wooden plaque hanging at the gate of the courtyard, engraved with "Ba Wang Academy"

.....

The wind blew across the plaque, swaying it back and forth, as if the Overlord was about to fall down at any moment.

It turns out that Guoguo goes out every day to go to school.

Tang Yixin stepped into the academy and walked inside, which was a dilapidated house with a unique style.

There are many wooden boards nailed outside the wooden house. I don’t know how many times it has been repaired.

"Brother brought you some food, come and eat it quickly." Guoguo's voice came from inside.

At the same time, Sheng Qingye was at a market in a village, which was just within three days' journey.

Next to Sheng Qingye was a vendor selling steamed buns. In the white mist, baskets of steamed buns had just been taken out of the pot. Sheng Qingye threw some silver to the boss, took a bun and took a bite.

There was a shadowy glint in his dark eyes. Sheng Qingye had been searching for several days without sleep.

He ordered all the disciples of the Tang and Sheng families who followed him to search for spiritual artifacts and the movements of cultivators.

Sheng Qingye brought the most capable disciples of the Sheng family, each of whom was an expert at tracking and gathering information.

The disciples spread out to various markets and villages to check for news.

Sheng Qingye is good at tracking and has been playing hide-and-seek with demons since he was a child.

With Master’s character and temper, he must be hiding in such a remote mountain village.

The advantage of the mountain village is that it is remote and hard to find, but there are very few cultivators. Unless Tang Yixin stays in hiding and does not go out, any trace of a cultivator's presence or clues will be discovered.

Master, it depends on whether you can hide it.

Sheng Qingye's eyes were slightly stern as he stuffed the remaining steamed bun into his mouth.

He hasn't eaten for several days.

Jin Xiaoxiao did not have as many disciples as the Sheng family, so he could only lead people to search on a large scale. He did not dare to offer a reward for fear of causing trouble.

Xuan Yuran also mobilized the demon tribe and searched for traces on the road without stopping.

The dilapidated wooden house made various creaking noises in the cold wind.

Tang Yixien stood by the window full of holes and looked inside.

There were only a dozen children in the room, and they looked young.

The common point is that their clothes are all patched, and some of them don't even have shoes on their feet, which are wrapped in broken grass.

It was the coldest time of the year, and everyone was huddled together in the cold.

Guoguo was holding a few black steamed buns and handing them to a few children younger than him.

Several children were eating steamed buns.

"Put on your new shoes quickly. Do you like them? And these clothes, put them on quickly." Guoguo took out a few more pairs of shoes and cotton clothes.

Tang Yixin finally understood why Guoguo didn't buy herself a cotton coat.

"Okay, kids, let's start the class."

Tang Yixin then noticed that there was an old man standing on his left. His clothes were almost all patched up, his hair was gray, but he looked energetic.

He was sitting at the table, leaning on a cane, holding a very tattered ancient book, stroking his beard, and shaking his head as he spoke:

"To draw the air into the body, take a long breath, then exhale, inhale... and exhale again..."

He muttered in a slow and drawn-out voice.

The children on the ground sat cross-legged together and began to breathe heavily as the old man spoke.

Tang Yixian couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

This is not about drawing air into the body at all, it is just breathing.

You won’t be able to build a foundation even if you breathe like this for a hundred years.

But when he looked at Guoguo's little face, he saw that she looked very serious and followed him seriously.

At this moment, Tang Yixian felt someone entering the yard. He was outside the window at the back of the house, and the person coming in couldn't see him.

Clang--

The door was kicked open by someone from the outside, and a gust of cold wind blew in. Tang Yixin quickly used his spiritual power to block it.

The children in the room were already wearing thin clothes and couldn't stand such a strong wind.

Naturally, no one present could notice it.

The person who came to the door was also a child about ten years old. He looked a little older than Guoguo, and his clothes were much better, at least there were no patches on them.

"Agui, why are you here again?" The old man who had just taught the children slowly stood up and said.

It seems that this child’s name is Agui, Tang Yixin thought to himself.

"You and I will go out alone, it has nothing to do with them." Guoguo rushed out at this time, holding up his wooden sword and shouting.

"It seems that I didn't hit you hard enough last time."

The child named Agui said that he looked very strong and he ate well, unlike Guoguo Douya who was thin and looked malnourished.

Agui punched Guoguo in the face. At that moment, he felt a gust of wind coming towards his face and was instantly knocked to the side.

Guoguo was closing his eyes at this moment, maintaining the posture of thrusting with a sword. He opened his eyes and saw Agui lying on the ground. He shouted in surprise and excitement:

"Sir, I have sword energy, sir...look."

The old man's eyes widened, and he himself could hardly believe it.

Agui fell to the ground and shouted a few times.

Another man rushed in from outside the door, helped Agui up, looked ferocious, had a scar on his face, and shouted at everyone,

"You dare to hit the young master, don't you want to live? You lowly things, dare you snatch the quota from our young master?"

The children were so frightened that they dared not move.

The old man tried to stop them, but the man with the scar pushed him, and the trembling old man was about to be pushed down.

Tang Yixien jumped in from the window and waved his hand to ward off the man.

He looked at the whole room, old and young. He couldn't just hide outside the window and watch.

The scarred man was startled and stepped back with a trembling voice.

"Where did you come from? Who are you?"