Folks, come out quickly! Better days are coming. "The old man returned to the village and shouted in a hoarse voice in the village.
When the villagers heard the sound, they came out one after another, looked at the old man curiously, and slowly gathered around him.
"What good days can we have these days?"
"Yeah, it would be nice if there's no bad news."
"Just tell me what it is."
The villagers are similar to Wutong Village. Most of them are old people, but there are still a few young people. Everyone is talking about it, and it is not difficult to hear the despair of life from the words.
"Young hero said that something big is going to happen in Xianyun Residence. From now on, our lives will be the same as before." The old man said with a smile of happy expectation on his face.
"Young hero?" A young man, wearing relatively complete and clean clothes, with a thin figure and a slight beard, and a cunning look in his eyes, seemed to be a little clever. The man turned around and looked at Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue before striding over. In front of Mu Lingtian, he frowned and asked curiously: "You said something big is going to happen in Xianyun Residence? What big thing is it?"
Mu Lingtian still just replied calmly: "Everyone will naturally know in two days."
The man smiled slyly at Mu Lingtian, and asked as if he was trying to trick him: "Hey, tell us first what is going to happen. At least we have a good idea, don't you think?"
Everyone gathered around, and Mu Lingtian didn't know how to explain it for a while, so he hesitated and said: "Someone is going to attack Xianyunju. Xianyunju is doomed. I came here this time to inquire about it. Some of the evil things Xianyunju did."
"Who wants to attack Xianyunju? Is it Feixing Pavilion? Or Jade Cuizhuang?" The man made a guess, frowned and approached Mu Lingtian, asked a question, and looked at Mu Lingtian again. He guessed with some disgust: "It couldn't be you, right?"
Mu Lingtian didn't want to beat around the bush, and he didn't bother to defend himself. Having said that, Mu Lingtian nodded and admitted, "Yes, it's me."
Hearing Mu Lingtian's words, the old man frowned slightly. Everyone looked at Mu Lingtian and felt even more discouraged, as if the newly ignited fire in their hearts was extinguished by a basin of cold water. Some people sighed. He took a breath and left directly. The remaining people also looked at him with disbelief, as if they were watching a show.
The man looked at Mu Lingtian with disdain, and sneered: "Just you? Don't think that calling you Young Hero means you really think of yourself as a hero. Do you know that this Xianyunju master is like a cloud? Let’s not talk about Mr. Liu Mang, but let’s talk about his six disciples. They are all among the best, and all of them have extraordinary skills. It’s just you? Are you kidding? It’s better to die. Not everyone can be a hero. Yes, I advise you, just go back and forth from where you came, don't go and waste your life."
Mu Lingtian didn't like to argue with others, let alone get into verbal disputes with others, so he didn't speak.
"Yes, young hero, he is right. The people in Xianyunju are too powerful. You'd better leave as soon as possible."
"Yes, before the people in Xianyunju know about it, run away quickly."
The villagers worriedly tried to dissuade Mu Lingtian.
The old man standing next to Mu Lingtian, his face suddenly filled with anger, picked up the small shovel in the basket with trembling hands, raised it high, shook his body a little, and took two steps towards the young man, angry. He said: "You, if you dare to slander young hero, I, I will fight with you."
The young man took two steps back, hid behind the two people, pointed at the old man and said fiercely: "Old Zhangtou, why are you so crazy today?"
A middle-aged man standing in front of the young man also persuaded him: "Yes, Lao Zhangtou, although Zhao Er's words are unpleasant, I just want to ask clearly. You also know that he has a bad mouth and a good heart. You You have a lot of money, please calm down and don’t argue with him."
The old man put down the shovel in his hand and looked at everyone angrily.
"I believe that Young Hero can do it. You guys, just wait and see. Young Hero, ignore them and please follow me." The old man held Douzi and Mu Lingtian and walked towards his house.
Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue didn't say anything. They took the horses and left with Lao Zhangtou.
"What happened to this old Zhangtou today?"
"Yeah, I've never seen him lose such a big temper."
"Old Zhangtou is also very knowledgeable. He can trust this person so much. It is not easy to trust this person. Maybe he is not an ordinary person."
Everyone stood there, looking at the four people, and talking about it. The young man stood up from behind them, looked at the old man's back, and said disdainfully: "I think it's probably the old fool who took the wrong medicine."
There is a large and deserted courtyard in the corner of the village. Only half of the door panel is left. The courtyard is empty. There are a few dilapidated houses in the corner, and the roofs are also somewhat tattered.
The old man entered the courtyard, turned around and smiled at Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue: "This humble house is simple and simple. I hope you two won't find it objectionable. Please come inside."
Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue entered the yard, looked around, and tied their horses to a wooden post in the corner of the yard. Under the greeting of the old man, we entered the living room in the middle. Apart from a table and a few stools, there was nothing else in the living room.
"Young lady, please take a seat." The old man moved slowly, motioning for Mu Lingtian to sit down.
Mu Lingtian looked at the room, sighed softly, and sat down. The old man put the basket in his hand on the table, took a deep breath, took a step back, suddenly knelt on the ground, put his hands on the ground, and kowtowed: "Zhang Ying is rude. , I didn’t dare to pay my respects to the master until now, and I asked the master to forgive me.”
Luoxue and Mu Lingtian were confused. They didn't know what the old man was talking about. Mu Lingtian quickly stood up and supported Zhang Ying: "Old man, get up quickly. Let's talk slowly about anything."
Zhang Ying then slowly raised his body, glanced at the Remnant Dream in Mu Lingtian's hand, and explained to Mu Lingtian: "My master may not know it, but the person holding the Remnant Dream is the one we and others will follow for generations."
Mu Lingtian supported Zhang Ying, looked at the remains in his hands, looked confused, paused and said to Zhang Ying: "Old man, you'd better get up first."
With the support of Mu Lingtian, Zhang Ying slowly stood up. Looking at Can Shang, his eyes were red, and he wiped his tears and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that nearly thirty years later, I can still be alive. Seeing Can Meng."
The origins of people who can be related to Canshang are naturally not simple. Mu Lingtian looked at Zhang Ying and asked suspiciously: "Senior, is this related to Canshang?"
"Remnants of sorrow? Yes, people in the world have already called it remnants of sorrow!" Zhang Ying nodded, sighed deeply, sighed, turned around and looked at Mu Lingtian, and explained with firm eyes: " That’s right, I am from Sword Forging Villa.”
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