The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 34: Secret Place of Inheritance
She held her breath and stood up, her face becoming even uglier.

It’s really not possible to rely on men!
It’s better to go back and study the inheritance of the Medicine King Sect, and then use your strength to slap Song Wanning in the face!

I won’t need her to give me pills anymore!

Song Wanning returned to the sect quietly without attracting anyone's attention.

After returning to the retreat room, she washed up and had a good night's rest. Only in the early morning of the next day did she begin to prepare to comprehend the inheritance in her mind.

The ruthless way is not what she wants, but the boss's inheritance is of great reference value.

Maybe it's an opportunity to improve your strength!

Song Wanning frowned, exhaled, and then closed her eyes.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the nameless book opened gracefully, like a black hole, sucking Song Wanning's soul in.

The next second, she came to a strange place.

The surroundings were dark fields, and I could only vaguely see a lot of rice planted in the fields.

Looking along the fields, there are rows of houses in the distance, with some dim lights on, emitting bean-yellow light.

I thought it would be the amazing sword I saw in the inheritance hall, but I didn't expect it to be so different from what I imagined. Song Wanning frowned slightly and walked forward.

When she arrived at the entrance of the village, a little child saw her and his eyes lit up.

"Pretty sister, who are you looking for?"

The little girl was holding a piece of dogtail grass in her mouth. Her hair was cut as if it had been chewed by a dog. Her patched clothes had two holes in them, and it looked like they had been scratched by something.

"Passing by."

Song Wanning looked at the village in front of her calmly, wanting to see what the mystery was.

"Sister, do you want to stay overnight? Come on, follow me in, I'll go tell the village chief!"

The little girl looked at Song Wanning innocently, took her hand and walked towards the village.

Song Wanning was confused and followed him into the village.

In the village, many families have gone to bed, and only a few houses are filled with smoke and a strong smell of fireworks.

For her, who had lived in the world of cultivation since childhood, this scene was a little unfamiliar, but she did not feel repulsive.

Under the arrangement of the village chief, Song Wanning stayed at a family's house at night.

The hostess of this family is a widow. She has an elderly mother in her fifties who is seriously ill and two half-grown children. She lives in poverty.

The family was dressed in rags, but their expressions were natural, without a trace of pain on their faces.

They warmly welcomed Song Wanning in.

"Little girl, I'm sorry, our house is so simple, please just make do with it."

"This is already the best room in our house."

The woman rubbed her hands nervously and smiled at Song Wanning ingratiatingly.

Song Wanning glanced around the room. The walls were made of mud and straw, which looked ugly and did not block the wind. Fortunately, it was hot now, otherwise the cold wind would have blown straight into the house.

Looking at the furnishings in the house, it was extremely simple. Apart from a bed, there was only a dressing table that looked a bit old.

They were so poor that there was not even a table in the house.

"Are you hungry now? How about I make you some noodles?"

"Noodles. Mom, I want to eat noodles too."

The seven-year-old child sniffed, a glint of anticipation in his eyes.

"My dear little dogs, when the wheat is harvested in a few days, I will make noodles for you!"

The woman gently touched the child's head.

"Great, we can eat noodles in a few days——"

The child jumped for joy, as if the noodles in his mouth were as rare as the peaches in the sky.

Song Wanning frowned slightly, unable to understand the deep meaning of the scene before her.

"No need, I'm not hungry. You guys go ahead and do your work. I'll just rest on my own."

She can only respond to change by remaining unchanged.

If you can't even understand the deep meaning of it, then you are not qualified to receive the inheritance from the boss.

The woman left with the child.

Song Wanning pulled out a cushion from her storage ring and sat down in the middle of the room. Outside the window, silence fell, and her thoughts gradually drifted away.

*
"Junior Sister Ye, you don't have to send us here."

Lu Nanfeng raised the corners of his lips and talked to Ye Chuxue as he walked.

They had just returned from the Yaowang Sect ruins.

Ye Chuxue, holding a bag of pastries, smiled upon hearing this and said, "Ever since Junior Sister Li joined Yunxiao Peak, I, as her senior sister, have never seen her. It's my fault."

"Now that Martial Uncle Song is in seclusion again, I naturally have to pay more attention to her."

She still looked gentle and kind, and her hair, blown by the wind, seemed to emit fragrance.

Lu Nanfeng was a little dazed, and felt that he could never see enough.

"What's there to see in a girl with only three spiritual roots?"

An Ze scoffed and continued disdainfully, "Master only accepted her to piss us off. You don't need to care about her at all!"

Among the true disciples, everyone has a single spiritual root, or at least two spiritual roots. But Li Ruo is just a waste with three spiritual roots, so he naturally looks down on him.

But as soon as these words came out, Ye Chuxue's expression changed.

He forced a smile and said, "Junior Brother An, I also had five spiritual roots back then."

"Senior Sister Ye, how are you the same as her?"

An Ze realized that he had spoken out of turn and quickly tried to make amends.

He had forgotten that Junior Sister Ye was just a menial disciple with five spiritual roots at the beginning.

"Junior Brother An, everyone is equal under heaven. You must not look down on anyone just because of their spiritual roots."

Ye Chuxue immediately corrected An Ze's thoughts and gave him a lot of advice.

An Ze and Lu Nanfeng showed admiration on their faces when they heard this, and felt that Ye Chuxue was more holy, elegant and unique.

Gu Qingyuan and Bai Yang on the side were a little distracted.

Ye Chuxue came here not for Li Ruo, but obviously to verify whether Song Wanning was really in seclusion.

In the past, they might have thought it was nothing.

But now I always feel that Ye Chuxue is a little too suspicious.

The group soon arrived at the entrance of the hall.

Li Ruo had just returned from the back mountain, blood still on his body, when he saw several people who looked like wooden stakes.

"Big Brother, you're back?"

She trotted forward quickly, her face full of joy.

"Ah."

Bai Yang nodded indifferently, "Where's Master?"

"Master has been in seclusion."

Li Ruo received a response and her eyes became brighter.

"Junior Sister Li, Uncle Song has been in seclusion the whole time. Hasn't he ever gone out?"

Ye Chuxue couldn't wait to ask out the doubts in her heart.

Even the pastries in his hands have not been given away yet.

"Never."

Li Ruo shook her head and answered seriously, "Master said that this retreat will take at least half a year."

"It actually takes half a year?"

Bai Yang frowned, a trace of worry flashing across his face.

Ever since his master ignored him, he has been thinking about this matter.

Now I have been in seclusion for half a year.

He pursed his lips, a look of deep thought flashing in his eyes.

It’s a good opportunity for him to go into seclusion, as he can think about how to ease the relationship between the two.

(End of this chapter)