Chapter Thirteen Elder

  He walked in, took a closer look and found that it wasn't just the blue line grass, even the purple night flowers on the opposite side were withering to varying degrees, they just weren't as severe as the blue line grass.

  He clearly remembered that these herbs were still lush and green at noon, but how could they have become like this in just one afternoon. He picked up the withered blue line grass, looked intently, and from its appearance, it had lost all its water content, so dry. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face as he touched the moist soil, which was completely consistent with the environment required for herb growth, leaving him puzzled.

  After a long while, he suddenly flashed his eyes and muttered to himself: "This afternoon, only one person came here, but he was just an apprentice, how could he make these herbs wither?"

  Thinking of this, he decided to investigate, and with a flick of his sleeve, his body suddenly floated up, and seven-colored auspicious clouds appeared under his feet. He quickly left the main hall and soon arrived at the miscellaneous affairs office of the named disciples.

  "Who is in charge of this place?" Sun Lao shouted, and his voice instantly turned into a series of thunderclaps. The Liu surname yellow-robed disciple who was responsible for this place hastily ran out of the room, pale with fear, and knelt down on the ground with a thud, constantly kowtowing.

  The old man Sun frowned and said impatiently, "Is there a registration for Wang Lin here?"

  Liu's disciple was taken aback, he never thought that the high and mighty elder would personally come to this place to ask about a useless person. Terrified, he thought of his past difficulties with Wang Lin, and his face turned pale, he stammered: "Disciple... has... has Wang Lin Shixiong's registration, Wang Shixiong is diligent and studious, every time doing work is very serious, Disciple... disciple has always regarded him as a model..."

  Sun Changlao couldn't help but laugh and cry, but in his heart he was extremely pleased. The more tense the other party was, the more it showed that they respected and feared him. It's worth noting that the elders of the Hengyue Sect were actually not very valuable, all second-generation disciples were called elders, this title is for nominal disciples, if it's an inner door disciple, most are called Shifu.

  Although he is considered an elder in the eyes of his named disciples, in reality, he has no status among the second-generation disciples and his strength is also at the bottom. Even the third-generation disciples look down on him in their hearts.

  Otherwise, he would not be arranged to be in charge of handling the application for a disciple who is not important to return home.

  With a stern face, Elder Sun said in a deep voice: "Which courtyard does Wang Lin live in?"

  "In... in Bei Jiao's Tuzi Deputy Courtyard..."

  Before he finished speaking, Old Sun's body moved and transformed into a long rainbow heading north, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

  The Liu surname disciple's heart became even more tense, his intestines were about to turn green, he secretly vowed that in the future when he saw Wang Lin, he definitely couldn't mock him like before, but must fawn and flatter him, serving him as if he was his own grandfather. After all, he was a red person who had been personally asked about by the elder himself.

  Elder Sun arrived at the Tuzi Deputy Courtyard, scanned his divine sense, and didn't find Wang Lin. After a brief moment of contemplation, he entered the registration office to take a look, found the house number where Wang Lin lived, and rushed over. Zhang Hu was snoring loudly, completely unaware of Elder Sun's arrival.

  The divine consciousness carefully explored the room, and Old Man Sun furrowed his brow, muttering to himself: "He left so quickly, humph, when he comes back, it will be the same."

  Wang Lin walked among the mountains, with a talisman stuck to his leg. This talisman was indeed extraordinary, and after sticking it on his body, a warm flow of air drilled into his body from above, gathering in his feet, shining with dazzling white light. From afar, he looked like a real immortal.

  Especially the beasts in the mountain forest, as soon as they see this white light, they quickly retreat one by one and dare not approach.

  A gentle breeze caressed his face, the mountain air was fresh and clean, Wang Lin's mood was pleasant, his footsteps were swift, he hurried along in the direction he remembered.

  One night without words, the next morning when the sky was slightly bright, he drank a mouthful of spring water from the gourd, and after being refreshed, he turned his head to look back, only to find that he had already walked out of the mountain forest. There was probably still some distance to go before reaching the county town, and then he could return to the village along the small road.

  He didn't stop, he strode forward swiftly, and when the sky was bright, he entered the county town. It happened to be a market day, with people swarming about in an extraordinary bustle. Wang Lin wandered around for a while, bought some gifts for his parents, and then hastily left.

  At the time of the sun rising to its third pole, Wang Lin finally returned to the village. From afar, he saw a high red longevity character hanging from his home, with a big "shou" (longevity) character written on it.

  Outside the gate, there are many horse-drawn carriages, and people come and go, bustling with activity.

  Wang Lin was taken aback, and his body quickly arrived at the scene, stopping outside the door of his home. The sight of his appearance was too shocking, and the relatives gathered in front of Wang Lin's house to celebrate his birthday only saw a flash of white light, and then Wang Lin appeared before them.

  Everyone's face showed envy and admiration, and they all began to praise him.

  "Second Brother, Wang Lin is back. Just look at this kid, he's really a talented young man, looks like he has the makings of an immortal."

  "It's not like that, the immortal was mistaken at first and later regretted it, directly taking Wang Lin as his disciple. From now on, our Wang family will rely solely on these three children."

  "It's my old eyes that are dim, I didn't see this child's strengths. Now that I take a look, which aspect is Wang Lin inferior to Wang Zhuo and Wang Hao? He's clearly a dragon among men! Good, good, good!" The oldest uncle of the Wang family, stroking his white beard, exclaimed loudly, as if he had forgotten his venomous words from last month.

  "Wang Lin, this child has been clever since he was young. I've said it before, he's sure to be taken in by the immortal. Last time was just an accident, even immortals can make mistakes, let alone us mortals. Wang Lin, don't blame your Fifth Uncle, Fifth Uncle is apologizing to you here."

  Everyone was talking at once, all relatives changed their faces, one by one with a smile, showing affectionate expressions.

  Wang Lin sneered inwardly. At this time, his father walked out of the house with a surprised look on his face, holding Wang Lin's hand and asked concernedly: "Tie Zhu, how did you come back? Didn't I tell you to stay at Heng Yue Sect and not to always miss home?"

  Wang Lin looked at his father and clearly saw that the wrinkles on his face had decreased a lot, obviously he was extremely happy during this period. He smiled and said: "Dad, don't worry, every disciple in the sect has three chances to visit their relatives each year. After celebrating your birthday, I'll immediately hurry back."

  Wang Lin's father looked around at the relatives with a pleased expression, pulled Tie Zhu into the house and said loudly: "Old lady, look who's back."

  Wang Lin's mother, surrounded by a group of women, was chatting with each other about family matters. Hearing her husband's words, she quickly looked up and ran over to grab Wang Lin's hand, anxiously asking him questions.