Five days later, the boat arrived in Huzhou. Of course, this Huzhou is the Huzhou in this sea area. Mu Ziyun knew this in his heart, but the trace of consciousness left in his mind by Tanxi Temple changed part of Mu Ziyun's consciousness in the Huzhou stage. It was completely messed up, like he was drunk and everything he could remember was like smoke and mirrors.
The three of them landed on the shore, and Kite said: "Let's go directly to Qingshan Mountain. By the way, do you think this place is real?"
"Something is true, sometimes true and sometimes false. That consciousness is wandering in my memory. I have to find a way to force that consciousness out, otherwise it will be terrible if I accidentally let it take root."
"This is very clueless," said Lingdang, "How can consciousness be removed? It's not energy."
"Remember the boundless Taoist we met before?" Kite deduced: "The Taoist's heart network is not generated by energy. Maybe it is a kind of consciousness. If two people leave a trace of themselves in each other's minds, Consciousness, then sometimes thoughts can complete the communication, isn’t that true?”
"Maybe," Mu Ziyun replied: "But we can't find a Taoist for help now. I have an idea. Let's go to the Qingshan Mountain here. I think what we see will definitely make my head clearer. So , I can resist that trace of consciousness.”
The three of them didn't call for a carriage, they just took it for a walk, and they didn't use their body skills. They walked very slowly. They met many wild guys on the road, clamoring to take Ling Ding as their slaves, so along the way, Ling Ding did take in many slaves.
This road was a dirt road. Bell led the slaves behind, while Muziyun and Kite walked in front. Muziyun knocked on his head.
Kite asked: "What? There have been changes again."
"Yeah, where is this?"
“Huzhou”
"Have you reached Qingshan Peak?"
"We're almost there, tell me the story of Qingfeng Mountain, just in time for you to refresh your memory." Kite turned around and asked Bell to follow him.
"Qingshan Peak is an old sect. I entered Yumen when I was five years old, Huzi was eight years old, and Li Mu was six years old."
"Who is Li Mu?" Lingdang asked.
"It was one of my dead brothers." Mu Ziyun closed his eyes and sighed: "I killed him. His talent was very poor. No matter how hard we tried, he did not improve. On the contrary, Huzi and I have greatly improved our realm. Come on, he may have harbored grudges for a long time and therefore went astray, but no matter what, he is still my good brother in the end.”
Mu Ziyun began to review his memory, "I entered Qingfeng Mountain when I was five years old, and I entered the Yumen North Sect when I was ten years old. I started to formally participate in the monthly examination at the age of fifteen. I failed in the third round, so I started to do combat missions and killed The first person was an undercover man disguised as a woman. Then I went to a certain city, killed someone, and caused a scene. Then we went to Luo Ma River and killed Bai Yao. No, we met before, we met."
Mu Ziyun's face suddenly turned ferocious. He knocked his head and said, "I forgot, who did I meet? Who was it!"
"Don't think about it," Lingdang said worriedly, "Maybe he's just a passing character."
"No, he must be very important, because the consciousness of Sitanxi Temple can only affect one memory of mine. I have many memories of this person in Huzhou, but because the first memory was affected, all my subsequent memories will be affected. It’s become blurry! It would be nice if Huzi was here!" Mu Ziyun said in annoyance.
"Look," Kite pointed forward and said, "Qingshan Mountain is here."
I saw some buildings with white walls and gray tiles peeking out from the woods ahead. Mu Ziyun snorted and said, "Where is the Qingshan Mountain Peak?"
"Xiaomu, are you feeling better now?"
Mu Ziyun nodded, shook his head, and said: "It's much better than in Tayang Kingdom. Now I know clearly. That thread of consciousness didn't move anymore and stopped at the location of my memory. I vaguely remember that It should be an important person I met, but I can't remember whether he is a boy or a girl. Could it be that I made a brother later?"
The three of them walked towards the gate of Qingfeng Mountain. There were guards in front of the gate. When they saw Mu Ziyun and others coming, they immediately came over and said, "This young master, is he going to make a deal?"
"I want to take a look inside your sect."
"If you are doing business, there is a special room. I will take you there, but if nothing happens, please go back. Your slave is very good-looking. Most of the people here in Qingshan Mountain are ruthless people. When they see good things, they will naturally Grab it." It turned out that this guy regarded Ling Ding as Mu Ziyun's slave. Kite's appearance was considered superior among the crowd, but it could not be compared with Ling Ding. If Kite was a beauty, then Ling Ding would be an immortal.
The guard spoke very politely, because he saw that Mu Ziyun not only had a fairy slave like Ling Dang, but also a group of people who had just been subdued by Ling Dang behind him. He expected that Mu Ziyun was also a ruthless master.
Mu Ziyun said: "I don't want to cause trouble. Let's do this. Tell me about the situation at Qingfeng Mountain, which sects you are divided into, and whether there is anyone named Li Ziwen or Mu Ziyun."
"Oh, I can only tell you that I, Qingshan Mountain, account for one-third of the black things in Huzhou. Depending on whether what you want to do is big or not, I can give you a rough price, but for the things within my sect, I can give you a rough price. I'm sorry it's hard for me to tell you."
"It doesn't matter." Mu Ziyun instantly grabbed the guard's neck and knocked him unconscious. Before the other guards saw this and screamed, they were knocked upside down by the vines summoned by the kite. The bells threw away the slaves behind them. The three of them walked in quietly.
This sect that does black things is not as dark as imagined. It actually has a well-behaved style. Somehow, Mu Ziyun actually has a hint of returning home. They saw many people, maybe they are the disciples of Qingfeng Mountain. , the clothes are not uniform, but they all have the same brand on their chests. They have special task rooms, special training venues, and even canteens. These disciples were a little surprised when they saw the three of them, but none of them came to ask questions.
The three of them were walking around. Mu Ziyun knew that this place was fake, but the more he thought about it, the more it became true, because this place was actually very similar to his sect. He couldn't explain why, but it was familiar, which also made his headache worse.
After a long time, someone finally came to talk to him. This man was in his forties or fifties, probably a leader. He asked, "Who brought them in? Is the deal done?"
Mu Ziyun stared at him calmly and asked: "There are so many rules in Qingshan Mountain. It shouldn't be an ordinary force."
After hearing this, the man laughed and said: "To be honest, this Qingshan Mountain Peak used to be a gangster place. It was messy and disorganized. But since the leader of my family came, we have implemented drastic reforms. Now, we are not only doing black things." , I also do some sensible things and specialize in tasks that are expensive and difficult to do. This reputation is getting better day by day."
"Oh? Who is the name of the head of your family? Can I meet him?"
"This" the man suddenly became vigilant and asked: "What are you doing to see my leader? He is not at Qingshan Peak at the moment." Then a young disciple ran to him and whispered for a while. After hearing this, he turned dark and cold. , looked at Mu Ziyun and said harshly: "Okay, you have to come to hell. If you dare to come to my Qingshan Mountain to cause trouble, you have to stay alive today! Come here!" After giving the order, thirty or forty people came. Surround the three people.
Mu Ziyun said expressionlessly: "Call your Wumen leader out, otherwise, Qingshan Mountain Peak will disappear today."
"Hmph, what a strong tone." An old man walked out from the crowd. His strength had reached the level of Zhong Li. There were indeed strong men on Qingshan Peak.
Mu Ziyun tilted his neck back and slowly opened his mouth. Everyone thought he was going to yawn, but they didn't expect him to spit out the fire and immediately pushed the Qingshan people away. They ran so slowly that their skin was scorched.
"You, you, you." The old man pointed at Mu Ziyun and said in horror: "You are the son of Zhu Rong!" He didn't think Mu Ziyun would be very strong, but he was too afraid of the power behind him. He was not the one who could provoke such a celestial fight as Zhu Rong's son. Affordable.
Seeing how scared they were, Mu Ziyun acted accordingly and said, "So what, don't you want to spare my life?"
"Master, is he really Zhu Rong?"
The old man replied in a low voice: "This fire is not an ordinary fire." Then he put on a flattering face, bowed to Mu Ziyun, and said: "I'm so rude. Forgive me for not being able to see Mount Tai. I don't know how great you are." Come, damn it, are you here?"
"Just take a stroll, and by the way, call your Wumen leader and I'll talk to him."
"Okay, I'll ask him to come see you right now. If someone comes, please take him to the lobby to rest."
Mu Ziyun chuckled softly and followed a young disciple to sit down in the lobby. Ling Dang tapped the table and said, "Don't mess up the performance. This is more than just a Zhongli state!"
But Kite said: "I think the appearance here seems to be from a well-known and upright family, and everyone is well-behaved."
After a while, a female disciple came. She was very beautiful. She had a long sword on her waist. She was holding tea in both hands and brought it to the three of them. Mu Ziyun's eyes accidentally glanced at the long sword.
"Wait!" Mu Ziyun shouted.
The female disciple turned her back to him and smiled disdainfully. She was originally pushed out to please others.
"Your sword?" Mu Ziyun kept staring at the sword without looking at the woman.
"Oh, sir, this is an ordinary sword, of no value." The female disciple turned back and lowered her head.
Mu Ziyun's mind was filled with waves, and that vague figure was shaking in his many memories. He knocked on his head and said bitterly to himself: "Yes, that man should also be equipped with a sword, but It’s a good sword.”
"Do you remember?" Zingdang asked with concern.
"No, I just remembered some details." Mu Ziyun then asked the female disciple, "What's your name?"
"The villain's name is Qi, but he has no surname."
"Oh" Mu Ziyun nodded, "You go."
After the female disciple retreated, Mu Ziyun leaned back on the chair and said angrily: "Actually, if the consciousness remains there, it doesn't matter if it doesn't change. At worst, I just forgot a person. It's just that I was panicked and didn't remember him. Come on, I not only feel guilty, but also heartbroken.”
"Huh?" Lingdang grabbed Mu Ziyun's ears and scolded: "I know, you guy must have forgotten a girl! I haven't asked you what happened to the matchmaker!"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Looking for a fight!"
While they were playing around, the old man walked in from the gate, bowed his body and said with a smile: "I'm really sorry, my head Wumen left Qingfeng Mountain yesterday. I'm afraid he went out to do some work. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Mu Ziyun sighed in disappointment, but at this moment, a disciple ran in from outside the door, and the disciple shouted: "Master, the headless Master Hao suddenly wanted to leave. Elder Zheng went up to ask, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly leave. Elder Zheng flew away and seemed to be in a hurry. Elder Qi came up to stop him, but he was killed by him! Master, please go and see!"
The old man looked at Mu Ziyun awkwardly, and Mu Ziyun frowned. It turned out that the Wumen leader was in Qingshan Mountain, so why did he run away?
"This," the old man said stammeringly, "You should have just come back. I'll take you to see him."
While talking, Mu Ziyun had already rushed out.
