Dugu Yin looked at his eldest disciple Jin Yiyu. This disciple was the one he was most satisfied with because he listened to what he said and understood his expressions.
"If that's the case, let him stay and do odd jobs."
Lin Mu was assigned to do odd jobs, and it was the most tiring work, such as emptying the toilet, cleaning, and fetching water.
He didn't understand why he became a handyman, but he didn't dare to go out. Firstly, there was no road outside, only a rope ladder, which looked scary. Secondly, he was afraid of being caught by the Qingyun Sect.
Everyone else in the cave was busy, with people coming in and out every day. He wanted to ask, but no one paid any attention to him. No one looked down on this new kid, even Dugu Yin was too lazy to talk to him.
Lin Mu stayed there feeling aggrieved.
Fang Zhiyi was depressed as he waited for the craftsmen to build houses and level the training ground. He had not expected that the efficiency in ancient times was so low. However, he was not idle. Apart from developing teaching materials, he would go down the mountain and wander around the city, listening to rumors and investigating the market.
Three months later, Youzhou Martial Arts School was finally closed, and Fang Zhiyi had spent all the money he had saved.
On this day, the students climbed up as usual to report their learning progress. Afterwards, He Wugui and Lu Zhaochen served them food, and Fang Zhiyi corrected their movements. The students were also relatively sensible and knew to bring food down for Dugu Yin. However, Lin Muchen was not so lucky. Since he was not a student, he did not dare to climb the rope ladder, so he had to eat some leftovers, which made his heart begin to twist.
"No more!" A student who had just gone down climbed up with his hands and feet together.
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong?"
"That, that Senior Dugu is dead."
"Ah?" Fang Zhiyi was a little puzzled. In the original plot, Dugu Yin was quite able to survive. How could he suddenly die?
"Senior was poisoned to death!" Another person climbed up. Fang Zhiyi remembered her. Her name was Jiang Rou.
"Hiss..." Fang Zhiyi's eyes scanned over them.
Jiang Rou continued, "His secret manual is missing, and one of us is missing too."
"Who?" Everyone became nervous, but after counting, everyone was here.
Zhao Yang suddenly remembered: "Oh right! That kid who jumped off the cliff!"
Everyone thought of the guy with the wretched eyes, who was always mumbling and they could hardly understand what he said.
"Strange, how did he run away?" Jiang Rou was puzzled.
Fang Zhiyi told them not to think about it anymore, as he was destined to be the son of heaven, and he probably wouldn't die even if he continued to jump off the cliff.
Since there was no place to get something for free, Fang Zhiyi took them back to the newly built martial arts school. However, there were no quilts or beds for the time being, so these were minor problems.
Just behind them, a man slowly crawled out of the stone bucket in the corner. Looking at the empty cave, he took out the tattered secret book in his hand and laughed heartily.
After settling the students, Fang Zhiyi looked at Xiao Hei thoughtfully. Since the last two worlds, the information Xiao Hei provided him was gradually decreasing, and he often kept a thoughtful look.
But thinking about it, it didn't seem to provide much help in the past. At most, it was a mobile surveillance. Fang Zhiyi also understood. Now this surveillance is sometimes not sensitive, which is normal.
I have more important things to do now.
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