Shen Luo left the town and soon arrived at the banks of the Lishui River.
The Lishui River is very wide, several miles wide, winding towards the downstream. At first glance, the river is vast and the water is surging, like a huge dragon crawling on the ground.
He walked downstream along the rushing river for a while, and a field of reeds appeared in front of him.
The reed field is not large, only seven or eight miles long, and is extremely tall and dense, but now it has turned withered and yellow.
When the river breeze blows, the reeds roll like water waves, making loud rustling sounds.
At this time, the sun had begun to set, the river surface began to become dark, and there was no boat sight. It seemed that the river was really frightened by the ghost.
Shen Luo's eyes wandered around, and after a moment of hesitation, he used the Water-Walking Technique to explore the reed field, but did not find any trace of Yin energy.
He was unwilling to give up, so he put a ghost-exorcising talisman on his body and turned around a few times, but still found nothing.
"It seems that this ghost is hiding quite deeply." Shen Luo said to himself. After leaving the river, he found a dry place on the shore and sat cross-legged, quietly waiting for the night to fall.
At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from a distance. Shen Luo looked away and saw that the three guests from the Lin family had also come here.
The skinny and ugly man in the lead saw that Shen Luo looked a little unnatural, but he didn't come up to provoke him. Instead, he took the two people behind him and walked around Shen Luo and began to explore inside the reed bushes.
Shen Luo ignored the three people and closed his eyes to rest.
After a while, the three of them came back with disappointed looks on their faces, and like Shen Luo, they found a place on the shore to sit down and wait.
When the sun was about to set, another man and a woman came to the vicinity of Bailu**. The man was in his twenties, with dark skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and there was a bit of heroic spirit between his eyebrows. The woman was only 28 years old, wearing a goose yellow short shirt, with a graceful figure and pretty face.
The two men wore a gray-white token around their waists with the word "Du" written on it.
"The Three Heroes of Ouyang! I didn't expect they would come too." The dark-skinned young man saw the three guests of the Lin family from afar, his face darkened and he muttered to himself.
"Are they famous?" the girl in yellow blinked and asked.
"Brother Ouyang Tian is at the seventh level of Qi training, and his two brothers are at the sixth level like you. However, the three of them practice the Shahu Skill of Shahu Zhenren, a famous independent cultivator in Black Stone Mountain. It would be a bit tricky to work together." The young man explained softly to the girl.
At this time, Ouyang Sanjie also noticed the man and woman from the Du family.
"It turns out to be Qi Yuan, the Blue Ice Hand of the Du family. Then this little girl must be Yan Li, the disciple of Master Huangshan. Seeing is believing, what a little beauty." The skinny and ugly man Ouyang Tian stared at the girl, and a sinister light flashed in his eyes.
"No wonder even Lan Bingshou, who is in the Qigong stage, was bewitched by her. The girl is really good-looking. I feel pity for her!" said the short, fat and ugly man, swallowing his saliva.
A hint of anger appeared on Yan Li's pretty face. She was about to say something, but Qi Yuan raised his hand to stop her.
“You three are also famous figures, so please respect yourselves and avoid tarnishing the reputation of the Lin family.” Qi Yuan’s face darkened and he said in a dignified manner.
"Lan Bingshou, you are too polite. Our Lin and Du families have a very close relationship. Don't take my words, which were just a joke, seriously!" Ouyang Tian bowed to Qi Yuan and laughed.