Zhao Yan felt that she had been very busy these past few days, but she also enjoyed these busy moments.
She asked Wu Jiaxin how long it would take to get to Lingjing Village from her shop.
"Sister Zhao, it takes two hours from our shop to Lingjing Village."
Two hours, that's a bit too long.
But it's fine. The time she spent teaching General Hei Hu yesterday was a bit short. She could use the time in the car to teach General Hei Hu.
She mainly taught some alphabet words, hoping that General Hei Hu could learn them.
If General Hei Hu could speak, it wouldn't be far from becoming a spirit.
She just didn't know if domestic dogs had the potential to become spirits.
If it relied on the Yin Yang Pearl, it might be possible in the future.
It took General Hei Hu more than two hours to learn simple vocabulary. When spoken by him, if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't understand what he meant at all.
"Sister Zhao, the bus in front has stopped. We should be almost there, right?" Wu Jiaxin said.
"If they stop, then we should stop too," Zhao Yan said.
Wu Jiaxin said okay, and after the bus stopped, she also stopped right behind it.
Zhao Yan got off the car and walked forward.
The sound of many people talking came from ahead. A Xuanmen disciple led an old man to Zhao Yan.
"This is our person in charge. The one who solves problems is her, Master Zhao Yan."
At the young man's introduction, Zhao Yan smiled and extended her hand, saying, "What should I call you?"
"Everyone calls me Liu Sangen. You can call me Sangen, or Old Liu, either is fine," the old man said.
Zhao Yan said, "Uncle Liu, please prepare a boat for us. I'll take a look for you today."
"Okay." Old Liu nodded, turned, and went to make arrangements.
Zhao Yan scanned the crowd. Besides some villagers, there were others standing aside.
These people were not villagers at all. They looked more like her, all in this line of work, all middle-aged men.
Seeing where Zhao Yan was looking, the young Xuanmen disciple said, "Senior Zhao, this job was originally theirs, and then we snatched it away."
Zhao Yan didn't feel like they snatched it. These four middle-aged men, just standing by the roadside, their presence was not comparable to over a dozen young Xuanmen disciples.
After thinking about it, Zhao Yan shook her head. These young people were still too young.
It was obvious they had been set up. On the surface, they were robbed, but in reality, they were probably deliberately let in. The purpose of this, she couldn't figure out for the time being.
"Master Zhao, the boat is ready. We can go now," Liu Sangen returned and said to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan responded and led more than a dozen young Xuanmen disciples forward.
Seeing that the wooden boat could carry at most ten people, Zhao Yan turned and selected three young disciples.
She got on the boat with Wang Xianzhi and Wu Jiaxin.
As soon as they stepped onto the boat, General Hei Hu also jumped up.
Zhao Yan thought for a moment and didn't drive him away.
With one boatman and them, there were a total of seven people and one dog.
"Master, it's not dark yet. What can we see by looking like this?" Wang Xianzhi asked.
"Some things can be seen during the day too," Zhao Yan said.
Zhao Yan pointed to the middle of the river and asked the boatman to row over.
This river was very large, so large it didn't look like a river at all.
"Boatman, are you from Lingjing Village?" the young Xuanmen disciple asked.
The boatman rowed and glanced at him, shaking his head, "I am not from Lingjing Village."
"I want to ask, there was a death in this river last year, why aren't there any signs by the river, or any barriers?"
Before the boatman could speak, Zhao Yan said first, "It's not that they don't want to block it, it's that they can't block it."
Hearing this, the young Xuanmen disciple looked at her in confusion.
Zhao Yan looked around, then bent down and buried her head in the water.
She smelled a very strong stench in the water.
This stench was not the smell of animals or corpses, but rather like the residual smell of some spellcasting.
After Zhao Yan got up, she asked the boatman to stop in the middle of the river.
"Senior Zhao, what did you mean just now?" several young people looked puzzled.
Zhao Yan looked around, then reached out and scooped up some water, put it in her mouth, and quickly spat it out.
"Even the strongest water ghost can't leave the water and drag people into the river to drown them, can it?" Zhao Yan said.
Several young people were lost in thought.
Zhao Yan said, "In my opinion, it's hard to say whether it's a water ghost harming people, but it seems now that there is indeed a water ghost in this water."
She took out a talisman. The talisman ignited and turned into ashes as soon as it touched the water surface.
She patted the boatman's shoulder and said, "Boatman, let's go back."
The four middle-aged men on the shore saw Zhao Yan and the others return so quickly, exchanged glances, and smiled.
"Old Jin, it seems you were worrying too much. The people they invited are probably not very skilled. They turned back after only a few minutes."
One of the middle-aged men stared intently at Zhao Yan.
He had a certain reputation in Jiangcheng. Because he had a limp, people called him "Lame Jin," and no one knew his real name.
Although he had a limp, his mastery of Yin and Yang had convinced many Xuanmen practitioners.
It was said that he also had a hidden skill, extremely powerful. If he didn't act, it was fine, but if he did, it would result in death or severe injury.
"I'm not taking this job anymore," Lame Jin said decisively, moving his gaze away from Zhao Yan.
The remaining three middle-aged men were confused and frowned, "We've planned for so long, and you say you won't take it? You agreed to it before, so why are you suddenly going back on your word?"
"If it were anyone else, this job could still be done, but since this person has come, it can't be done anymore."
With that, Lame Jin hobbled to a car and quickly left.
He saw an extraordinary surge of Yang energy from Zhao Yan, which he had never seen even in some powerful old Daoists.
If you set a trap for someone like this, you wouldn't even know how you died.
"Fortunately, I didn't get too involved, otherwise, if I got entangled in karma, losing my last leg would be the least of it."
The other three middle-aged men shook their heads in disdain.
After all this effort, they invited Lame Jin, and from what some Daoist disciples said, they thought this guy was very powerful.
Unexpectedly, he left now and refused to work.
"It seems this Lame Jin is also just famous."
"I've looked into Zhao Yan. Didn't she just save a few young Xuanmen disciples with a few talismans? She's indeed praised by many young disciples, but that's just a false reputation. I didn't expect this guy to be scared away."
"It's good that he ran away. The fewer people there are, the more value we can gain."