Fairy Eye

The disheveled old man approached to inquire about the situation, but the two men looked at him with disgust and turned away, which infuriated him.

Then, he took the child and walked around in the crowd.

Han Lin followed at a leisurely pace, occasionally glancing at a stall. As time went on, the news of monkey wine appearing in Yandang Mountain grew increasingly popular, and discussions could be heard almost every few steps.

He described it in great detail, even specifying what the mountain stream looked like, how many monkeys there were, and their strength.

If this news hadn't been fabricated by Han Lin himself, he probably would have believed it and gone to find out for himself.

Even Han Lin himself had this thought, so there's no need to say more about the others.

Some people who considered themselves to be somewhat capable couldn't contain themselves and started recruiting others to form teams, preparing to explore the so-called White Cloud Gorge.

Others, however, chose to be different and quietly left the square.

Seeing this, the disheveled old man finally couldn't sit still any longer. He brought the boy back to find Han Lin and said in a deep voice.

"Young friend, I don't have many friends here. How about I look after Sword Tomb for the night? I'll definitely be back first thing tomorrow morning!"

"Babysitting?"

Han Lin looked troubled. "This... isn't a good idea?"

"Oh dear, he's so old now, he doesn't need you to poop or pee for him, and he doesn't have any enemies. Just take him back to the Molin Inn and watch over him for one night."

The disheveled old man glanced around and, seeing people leaving one after another, his expression became even more anxious: "Even if I owe you a favor! If you ever encounter danger in the future, how about I risk my life to help you?"

"You owe me a favor?"

Han Lin feigned surprise, "You swear!"

"I give up, alright, alright, I swear to God, I owe you from now on..." He then cast a questioning look at Han Lin.

Han Lin hesitated for a moment before saying, "Han Lin."

"From now on, I owe Han Lin a favor! If he encounters danger, I will risk my life to help him." The old man finished speaking quickly, then pulled the boy in front of Han Lin. "Young friend, you must keep a close eye on him for me. I will be back first thing tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he ran off in a hurry.

Han Lin was delighted to see this, and glanced at the child in front of him, "Little brother, are you still going to shop?"

The child shook his head.

"Okay, let's go back then."

Seeing this, Han Lin took the child back to the Mo Lin Inn.

In the stillness of the night.

Suddenly, with a soft thud, a dark figure flashed down from the second floor of the Molin Inn and landed in the alley next door.

After a while, a man wearing a straw hat and a black robe walked out of the alley, carrying a five- or six-year-old child in his arms.

The child was sleeping soundly.

The man glanced left and right, took a step, and transformed into a blur as he dashed forward, disappearing without a trace after a few leaps.

……

The next morning.

An old man in tattered robes with chicken feathers stuck in his hair appeared in front of the Molin Inn, his face full of frustration and annoyance.

"Damn it, I'm so angry! What kind of bullshit monkey wine was this? Turns out there were a dozen hornet nests in the cave. Luckily I ran fast, or I would have been in big trouble..."

"I wonder which bastard is spreading rumors behind my back. You'd better not let me catch you, or you'll be sorry!"

The disheveled old man, his face grim, stormed into the inn, ignoring the waiter's greetings, and strode up to the second floor.

"Jianling, Han boy, I'm back. Open the door." The old man knocked on the door of a guest room on the second floor.

However, there was no response from inside.

Bang bang bang!

The old man knocked harder, but there was still no response.

He frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart. He placed one hand on the door and exerted a slight force.

Bang!

The gate was immediately forced open.

He rushed into the room and looked around, only to find it empty; there was no one there.

"I've been tricked, I've been tricked... Ah, you bastard! Ugly monster, how dare you plot against my disciple! I'll never forgive you!"

Looking at the empty room and the open window, the disheveled old man suddenly seemed to understand something and roared angrily.

After saying that, he hurriedly ran downstairs, grabbed people and asked them, but he didn't get any useful clues.

Finally, remembering something, he took out a strand of hair, rubbed it vigorously between his two palms, and a wisp of green smoke rose from his palms.

At the same time, countless golden runes flew out from his palms, condensing into a circular rune frame in front of him.

In the middle of the frame, amidst the misty scenery, a mountain forest gradually comes into view, and a black carriage is speeding along the forest road.

The person driving the carriage was a man wearing a straw hat and a black robe.

Seemingly sensing something, the man looked up at the sky, his brows furrowing slightly beneath the black curtain.

"Han Lin! You dare to abduct my disciple? You just wait, I won't let you get away with this!" A dirty old man's face appeared in mid-air.

What kind of supernatural power is this!

Han Lin was startled by what he saw, but quickly calmed down. It seemed like some kind of illusion; otherwise, the other party wouldn't have just made threats, but would have actually rushed down and beaten him.

He looked up and shouted, "Senior, don't flatter yourself! Brother Jianling's ancestors sent me to take him to cultivate. You and he have no master-disciple relationship."

"What utter nonsense about ancestors! What I see is mine! Tell me right now where you are. I'll spare your life since you meant me no harm. But if you persist in your folly, once I catch up with you, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

"Hehe, senior, I've come under orders, and I can't explain myself if I don't complete the mission! If you truly have the ability, then come and chase after me. Catch me, and then we can discuss the fate of the Jianling brothers!"

Han Lin was greatly relieved when he realized from the other person's tone that they didn't know where they were.

"You bastard, tell me where you are, and I'll come after you right now!" The slovenly old man was so angry that his face turned red.

"Hehe, aren't you supposed to be very capable, senior? Go find it yourself." Han Lin chuckled strangely, then raised his whip and lashed out fiercely: "Giddy up—!"

Instantly, the carriage sped forward like an arrow released from a bow.

"Fine, fine, you just wait! You wait and see! I'll show you why flowers are so red!"

The old man gritted his teeth, and the illusion in mid-air slowly disappeared.

the other side.

In an open space outside Qingyun Town, a disheveled old man with a few chicken feathers stuck in his hair calmed down after a period of violent chest heaving.

He muttered to himself, his brow furrowed.

"It's said that Jianling's ancestors cultivated in the Guiyuan Sect. Could that kid actually be a disciple of the Guiyuan Sect?"

"There are only two main roads from Qingyun Town to Guiyuan Sect. The one leading to Qiushui City is the shortest. Hehe, kid, you can't escape!"

Thinking of this, a sinister smile appeared on the slovenly old man's face.

Then he turned back to Qingyun Town, bought a fine horse, and galloped straight towards Qiushui City along a wide road.

Meanwhile, Han Lin didn't dare to stop for a moment, driving the carriage at breakneck speed. Just then, a child's voice rang out from inside the carriage.

"Where am I...?"