The group of people stood neatly beside several luxurious carriages. The carriages were decorated with purple gold lids and purple gold curtains. At a glance, they could tell that they were grand people. One of them was occupied by two women, one of whom was Feng Jing, who was in a state of despair. Another one, about fourteen or fifteen years old, slowly squeezed Feng Jing's shoulders. She seemed to be a maid.
Feng Jing left the sect and went home. Li Mu's death hit her too hard, and yes, she was the one who forced Li Mu to go with him. If it weren't for her willfulness, her brothers would have been fine. Although the actual situation was not It's not that far-fetched, but Feng Jing's mind was full of blaming herself. She sent a letter home as soon as she returned to the clan, and wanted to go back and recuperate for a while.
Huzi was the only one who came to see him off.
On the way back to the sect, Mu Ziyun left midway and came to that small town, which was composed of surviving people. Nearly two years had passed since the fire, but Mu Ziyun had the courage to come here for the first time.
In the face of fate, the powerful and powerful people of the past became a family, and the scholars and traders formed a family and started a new life in this small town a few miles wide.
Walking onto this path paved with stone bricks, Mu Ziyun was trembling. It was difficult for him to say a simple hello to the people walking towards him naturally. His face was stuck together and his lips couldn't be separated. There is no other expression except dullness.
Every time he thought that these people had escaped in his own hands, and that their relatives died because of him, the deep guilt weighed heavily on his heart.
He wanted to atone for his sins but did not dare to confess his crimes, so he had to wander on the road. When he saw someone doing something, he ran over to help. Many people were wary at first, but when they asked him, he did not answer a word. One day passed. , people thought he was mute and couldn't speak, so they had no choice but to earn a fraction of their living expenses.
The people here have experienced life and death disasters and have compassion, so they let Mu Ziyun do it. After helping, he would take out some things. An old man pulled Mu Ziyun and said he would find him a place to live. .
In the next three or four days, Mu Ziyun was really like a mute. Without saying a word, the rooster would start crowing and the sun would set. When his clothes were torn, he would put on coarse linen clothes. When his hair was messed up, he would be held aside with a straw rope. , he did all kinds of work no matter how tiring or dirty it was, and he did not shirk the "payments" given by others. He took them and then secretly threw them back.
It seemed that it had become a habit, and Mu Ziyun had no other thoughts. If the elders of Qingfeng Mountain had not found him five days later, he might have been able to atone for his sins here for the rest of his life. Of course, even in the next life, he would not be able to fully atone.
"Ziyun, have you really looked away?" Li Ziwen stood up and asked.
Mu Ziyun, who returned to Qingshan Peak, was still in a depressed state, but his mood had returned. He just couldn't make any expressions, nodded and said: "Look away, I will practice martial arts down to earth in the future."
"Okay" he said several times, and Li Ziwen's tone was a little slow, "I got it, a fellow countryman of yours died." He sighed, walked over and patted Mu Ziyun on the shoulder, "My parents were seven or eight years old." He is dead, and his fourteen-year-old only brother was also killed. It will take me forty years to take revenge, so please be more open-minded about everything."
After a pause, he then said: "With your understanding and talent, you can replace me, but you are too inexperienced and need some guidance. When this period of turmoil is over, you will be the leader!" Li Ziwen also said Without too much pretense, Qingfeng Mountain took the risk of a sect battle to keep Mu Ziyun in order to let him take charge of the sect and lead Qingfeng Mountain to open up an era. In terms of strength, Mu Ziyun may not be inferior to Li Ziwen now, and even more powerful. If you have the potential to transcend, you have real qualifications.
"Master, this disciple has no such idea for the time being. There are too many shortcomings. When the disciple corrects them, he will give a satisfactory explanation to the master."
"Okay, let's wait until your mind is completely calm before we talk about this matter. Oh, by the way, there will be a sect meeting tonight, and you should be punished for what you did before. Even though you are my disciple, you may be The future leader, but the punishment will not be reduced at all, I hope you can be prepared."
"Disciple understands."
"Okay, let's go back."
"yes"
After going to Master Yang Qing's place to chat for a while, Mu Ziyun ran into the forest next to Shantai Hall and sat on a bent tree trunk in a daze. Hu Zi didn't know when he sat aside. The two of them understood each other but were speechless. The sun above their heads drifted to the opposite side. The two of them didn't eat anything, so they sat in silence until the evening.
"Uh hey" Huzi said first. Mu Ziyun responded with a grunt.
Huzi was afraid that he would talk about his sadness when he opened his mouth, so he thought about it over and over again before holding back a sentence: "Hey, do you remember the woman named Wanmin at Chimiaofeng during the Lianzhuang War? No, she was the one with the sword. ."
Mu Ziyun snorted.
Huzi continued: "Oh, good guy, did you know that when she returned to the sect from Qingshan Peak, she was immediately promoted to the great elder of Jianmen? Oh my god, she is less than seventeen years old."
Mu Ziyun: "Four-star white is normal."
"Oh, do you still know?" Huzi came closer and said mysteriously: "Master Zhang told me that the servant master might be me, hey, you don't know, hehe, think about it, I can't see thirty The old leader! If Li Mu knows about this,
Bang, Huzi slapped himself hard and tilted his head to one side dejectedly. He just couldn't control his mouth, and as he spoke, he hit the painful spot.
Mu Ziyun felt a pain in his heart. He opened his mouth but couldn't smile. He could only say hoarsely: "Heh - heh - heh." The tone is very dull, the emotion is awkward, it is very embarrassing, "Others What else is going on with the sect?"
"Some, some," Huzi's eyes were a little wet, but with a smile on his lips, he said: "There is another big thing in Chi Miaofeng. It seems that one of their pioneers has disappeared, that is, we met him in the tomb, er, there." The woman who arrived didn’t go back anyway, and even the precious phantom on her body was gone.”
Mu Ziyun said with a smile again: "Oh, that Chi Miao Feng is going crazy."
"No, I heard that the boss over there is very popular."
Huzi said again: "Oh, by the way, Bailian Weapon Dao." Huzi looked around and said cautiously: "They returned to the sect. They seemed disappointed that they did not find Xunmi Gong. You must not let anyone know that they are here." In your hands, I didn’t even tell the leader, you hid it.”
"Yes." Mu Ziyun looked at Hu Zi and said, "Sooner or later, I will return it to them, but it won't be for free. Just wait, I will get something good for you in the future." "Okay."
The two of them became mute again. After a long time, Mu Ziyun finally asked: "Eldest sister, eldest sister didn't say anything?"
"No," Huzi sighed, "I didn't even say a word, and she left. Sister, she felt very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable."
"It was my fault"
Huzi grabbed Mu Ziyun's shoulder fiercely, and the bones creaked. Huzi said: "Stop talking, this matter will be over with us, alas, we have to"
"Yeah, yeah" Mu Ziyun nodded vigorously, "I know"
"Senior Brother Mu, Senior Brother Du, the sect meeting has begun," the voice of a disciple came from afar.
The two of them responded in an awed voice, quickly patted the soil and ran towards the Astrology Hall.
