After talking with my father, we left the room together. He was chatting and laughing as usual, and there was no abnormal behavior. Yi Han mentioned the matter of leaving the city to his mother again. Of course, all the lies they told were white lies. He held his sister in his arms for a long time, his eyes filled with reluctance. When Yi Ling'er knew that Yi Han was about to leave home, she burst into tears in Yi Han's arms. It took Yi Han a long time to coax his sister to sleep. A night passed, and before dawn, the moonlight was still shining like silver. In front of the gate, Yi Han, wearing a black robe, was ready to go, with one man, one horse, and one sword. Parents had already gotten up early, only Yi Ling'er was still sleeping soundly.
The mother hung a bag of silver, food and clothes she had made herself on the horse's back. With tears in her red eyes, she said lovingly: "Han'er, when you are out, don't cause trouble, be more tolerant when encountering problems, and be sure to take good care of yourself. After finishing your work, go home as soon as possible..." As he spoke, the tears that were in his eyes began to flow. Yi Han looked at the woman in front of him and felt quite heartbroken. Overnight, my mother seemed to have aged a lot. Suppressing his reluctance to leave, Yi Han grinned and said, "Mom, don't worry. I will ride my horse home as soon as I finish my work and will make this horse suffer." Yi's mother wiped away her tears and was amused by what he said. Yi Tianlin looked at Yi Han, his worry evident in his words. He opened his lips slightly, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. Yi Han and he looked at each other deeply, and Yi Tianlin nodded, understanding each other tacitly. Everything is self-explanatory... Yi Han knelt down and kowtowed heavily: "Dad, Mom, take care!" Suddenly he stood up, jumped on the horse, held the reins, patted the horse's butt with Bao Jian, and shouted "Gee". The horse raised its front hooves, neighed, and ran forward. The boy never looked back, and the man and the horse gradually disappeared in the mother's tears. The night breeze blows, bringing a hint of coolness. I don’t know how long it will take before we can meet again. Or maybe, once you leave, you will never see each other again... Yi Han came to the street near the east city gate. At this moment, a young man in white clothes holding a long sword was riding a horse and stopped not far ahead.
Yi Han rode closer and bowed, "Big Brother." "Yeah." The eldest brother responded softly, "Junior Brother Yi, have you seen other people coming?" Yi Han responded in a low voice: "Junior brother didn't see it." The two of them said nothing more and waited for a while. Suddenly, a sword light cut through the night sky. It spun back and forth in the air for several times, and finally landed on the top of the city wall. Under the moonlight, Situ Yun's Taoist robe was gleaming and fluttering in the wind, looking very majestic. Yi Han was no longer surprised by such flying abilities. He glanced at the eldest senior brother and saw that he didn't seem to have any intention of stepping forward to greet him. Yi Han had no choice but to lower his head and wait for other fellow disciples. Soon, two carriages and a horse arrived. After greeting each other, everyone went towards the city gate together. Senior Sister Mu’s groom was Xiao Linzi, and Second Senior Brother rode a horse to protect the carriage. The junior sister also rode in a carriage. Her driver was a servant in the mansion named Xiao Liuzi. Yi Han had already investigated these two people and found out that they were not Situ Yun's spies. No one else cared about the servant that the junior sister had added, and just let her do as she pleased. "My dear disciples, you have done very well. Now go. Remember what I say. I hope you will not disappoint me and come back soon." After several people left the city gate, Situ Yun stood on the roof and shouted loudly, then flew away with satisfaction amid their responses, laughing sinisterly in the void. Situ Yun flew out of the city. He had other disciples in two villages and towns hundreds of miles away from the capital. These disciples also have spiritual roots and relatives. Situ Yun also wanted them to secretly retrieve the treasure for him like Yi Han and the others. Of course, the three parties are unaware of each other's existence. Yi Han was naturally completely unaware of this. Besides, something that is about to happen and is related to Yi Han is happening. It happened in Yunxi Mountain, thousands of miles away. A ray of sword light suddenly streaked across the sky, broke through the clouds, and landed outside a cave on the top of a mountain. The sword light dissipated, and an old Taoist jumped lightly off the flying sword. Then he slid his finger lightly, and the flying sword disappeared instantly.
The old Taoist was wearing a green Taoist robe, had a solemn expression and deep eyes, and did not look old at all. It was none other than the Yunxi Sect’s leader Mu Fenghua. Mu Fenghua knelt down, bowed his hands, lowered his head, and saluted respectfully towards the gate of the mansion: "Fenghua greets the ancestor!" After a while, a middle-aged man's voice came from the cave: "How are the new disciples this year?" "Reporting to the ancestor, since a month ago, we have captured one disciple with a single spiritual root, twenty-three disciples with three spiritual roots, and seventy-one slaves with four or five spiritual roots." Mu Fenghua reported everything in detail. "Is there no one with dual spiritual roots?" The voice coming from the cave had a hint of loss. "No, we have sent more disciples to search within a thousand miles, but we still haven't found him. However, the Shadow Sect did get a disciple with dual spiritual roots." Mu Fenghua answered truthfully, and when he mentioned the Shadow Sect, a hint of worry flashed in the corner of his eyes. As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something and blurted out: "It is of wood and water attributes." Mu Fenghua cursed himself in his heart: You are so talkative. He knew very well in his heart that this was not the answer the ancestor wanted to hear. As expected, an extremely dissatisfied rebuke was heard: "As the leader of a sect, you can't even handle this. Do you want me to come out and teach you how to do it? Send more people to catch him. If we can't catch him within a hundred miles, then we'll catch him within a thousand miles. If we can't catch him within a thousand miles, then we'll catch him within ten thousand miles!" "Yes, I will follow the orders of the ancestor!" Mu Fenghua knelt on the ground and hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The scolding sound coming from the cave made him tremble with fear. Huh... Mu Fenghua stood up, took a long breath, then left on his sword. The Yunxi Sect recruits new disciples every ten years. Of course, although it is called recruitment, most of them are actually captured. Mu Fenghua has been the sect leader for sixty years and has presided over the "recruitment of disciples" six times. Every time he came here to report, the old ancestor only asked about the affairs of the disciples with dual spiritual roots and showed no concern for other matters. As for why the ancestor cared so much about the dual spiritual roots, he had no idea. The former did not look like someone who cared about the development of the sect. Mu Fenghua only knew that this ancestor had been looking for a disciple with dual spiritual roots of "fire and earth" attributes. What’s strange is that the sect will accept all the disciples with useless spiritual roots (four or five spiritual roots) who are discarded by other sects. They were even greatly needed a hundred years ago. However, a major event occurred in the sect a hundred years ago - it was rumored that the second ancestor stole the sect's secret treasure, had a fierce fight with the ancestor, and eventually stole the treasure and fled with serious injuries, and has not been caught until now. Since then, the old ancestor passed the position of sect leader to others and secluded himself for many years, not caring about the affairs of the sect. He merely ordered the sect master to come and report every time a new disciple was admitted, but he only asked about the matter of dual spiritual roots.
