She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 33 Reunion

He Miao didn't actually escape too far away.

After drifting downstream for a while, she untied the boat surnamed Zhang and let the boat scatter away. She propped up the pole of the boat and sailed to another small island nearby.

There are countless small islands here, scattered all over the place.

Knowing that Zhang's personality is cautious, she deliberately chose a small island with few people, and spent most of the day pretending to make sure that there was no one around, only him, a weak chicken.Only then did the person surnamed Zhang fall into her trap.

Right now, He Miao found another uninhabited deserted island, struggled to drag the small boat that he had bought for ten taels of silver ashore, and spent a lot of energy again, setting up a ecstasy formation.

She has a bodyguard with a wooden hairpin, which is a heavy weapon of the teacher's sect, which should be able to cover up the aura around her.

He Miao was indeed here for retreat, so naturally he didn't want to be pestered by that guy surnamed Zhang like a dog's skin plaster.

As the name suggests, her teacher's school, Bihai Pavilion, follows the path of water-based exercises, so naturally it is best to live near the water.

This is why He Miao insisted on finding a small island.

What He Miao wanted to practice was, of course, the first move of swordsmanship that he asked Shangguan Mu to teach at the General's Mansion. This sword move also had a particularly domineering name-Donghai Yangchen.

He Miao didn't know how powerful this move was, but felt that since it was the East China Sea that raised dust, it was always right to live by the water.

In this way, He Miao lived a simple life of practicing swords, eating, and sleeping.

It took a whole month and a half on this uninhabited desert island.

This place is not remote, and there are fishing boats passing by from time to time, but they are all blocked by He Miao's fog formation.

He Miao ate big pancakes and drank plain water every day, and his mouth was so pale that it almost tasteless.

One and a half months passed, during this period, the surname Zhang did not find her again.

The only problem is that in the past half month, He Miao's swordsmanship seems to have not progressed, except that his spiritual power has increased a little. Except that he is more proficient in sword moves, there is no progress at all.

He Miao is not discouraged, there are nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life.

Just do your best.

During this period, the one she could occasionally chat with was Ah Miao, who was almost asleep at twelve hours a day.

She began to doubt whether those masters in the world of cultivating immortals who had been in seclusion for several years, decades, or even hundreds of years really existed.

There is no progress in sword practice, but He Miao's big cake can last for another ten days and a half months.

Just when He Miao was debating whether to continue practicing hard or go back to the shore and choose to eat spicy food, a new accident happened.

Early this morning, the sun had just risen in the east.

He Miao used to stand on the open space by the sea again, intending to use the trick of raising dust in the East China Sea, to see if it was possible to raise the waves on the river with his own sword energy, even a little bit.

Just as He Miao was trying to connect the spiritual power of the water system in his body to the river, he was keenly aware of an unusual poisonous gas coming from the river. It rushed into He Miao's body.

He Miao was so frightened that he trembled all over, his whole body was cold, and he shivered. In the autumn, he broke out in a cold sweat.She hastily cut off the connection with Jiang Shui.

Right now, the sun is rising in the east, but the sunlight is no longer the golden light of the past, but weakly shines on the pale light of the earth.

He Miao stood on the island, looking into the distance along the river.

Under the sunshine, the river was shimmering, but it revealed a chill.

This river is a tributary of the Yangtze River, and it has always been a river for the people on both sides to survive. Where does this turbulent cold air come from?

While He Miao felt bad, he also had doubts.

Not far away, fishing boats in twos and threes passed by.

It was morning, the river was covered with thick fog, and with the blessing of He Miao's ecstasy array, the fishermen naturally couldn't see the small island where He Miao was.

He Miao's eyes and ears are sharp now, so he could hear a few fishermen discussing in twos and threes.

It turned out that there was a plague in a nearby town, and many villagers were caught. Now they dare not even go to the shore, and they just float on this river.

Now He Miao finally knew where the cold air in the Jiangshui aura came from.

Something happened on the shore, of course He Miao wanted to see what happened, so he simply packed up his luggage, carried a package of big cakes on his back, dragged his boat into the river with great effort, and then rowed the boat Head straight to town.

She wants to see what kind of plague it is.

The place where He Miao went ashore was called Qingniu Town, which was also the place that was plagued by some fishermen.

This place is just an ordinary town, but because there is a pier near the river, there is an endless flow of people coming and going, and there are many people who settle here.

The restaurants, shops, and restaurants along the coast have already closed their doors, and nine rooms are empty.

Some of the people who stayed here were exhausted and collapsed at the door of the house; some were feverish and their faces were flushed; some were trembling and shivering;

At first glance, I thought it was hell on earth.

He Miao had limited knowledge of modern medicine in his head, so he took out a light yellow veil and covered his mouth and nose.

She is an immortal cultivator, so the plague in the mortal world should not affect her, but it is still just in case.

The more he looked along the street, the more frightened He Miao felt.

Just when He Miao was at a loss and didn't know what to do, he heard someone's voice coming from his ear, and there was more than one person in the voice.

Seeing this, He Miao keenly hid behind the door of a house, wanting to know who it was.

When several people approached, He Miao saw through the crack of the door that there were three people in total.All of them had swords across their waists, one was dressed in white, and the other two were in blue. Judging by their clothes and posture, they were undoubtedly cultivators.

The turbidity here is too strong, no wonder He Miao didn't even notice that there was an immortal cultivator approaching.

He Miao held her breath and concentrated, carefully hiding the aura around her, hearing that several people seemed to be arguing.

The man in the blue clothes had a sophisticated voice, so he had to persuade in a friendly voice: "Senior brothers, it's getting late now, if you can't send the medicinal herbs back smoothly, I'm afraid the time will be delayed, and the master will blame you."

The other man in blue was not tall, he looked like a teenager, and quickly retorted:
"Junior Brother Wu, there is a plague here, and these people have already been recruited. If we don't care, they will all die."

It sounded a bit youthful.

The young man went on to say: "You and I, immortal cultivators, can we just watch the common people die unexpectedly? This is not what an immortal cultivator should do."

The one surnamed Wu has a stupid mouth. After hearing what the young man said, he didn't know how to respond, so he could only stammer and be speechless.

"Senior brother Zhuansun, do you think what I said is right?"

As soon as the boy said these words, He Miao's expression changed behind the door.

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