Chapter 1732

Seeing the people in high spirits, mu Hanyan was very pleased. Although their strength is not strong, there are hundreds of men, women, old and young in the whole clan, all of them are comparable to the strength of the early swordsmen. For such a village, it is very terrible.

Even if the blood wind robbers make a comeback, Mujia village also has the strength of the first World War. Even if they can't fight in the end, they can evacuate easily. Even in the wilderness, they can survive well.

"Reverence, there are still some springs left here. You can keep them." Mu Hanyan hands the water bag to Ye Yian.

"How can this work? You'd better keep it for yourself." Ye Yian declined.

"It's useless for me to keep it. There are still some children in the village. They will need it sooner or later when they grow up." Mu Hanyan said. Anyway, it's a waste for her to keep it. It's better to give it to the wood family, and it's not in vain for them to take her in.

"You have a heart. But it won't take so much. Well, I'll take half and keep the rest. " Ye Yi'an said happily.

Soon, ye Yian took out the water bag and divided some spring water in the past, leaving the rest to Mu Hanyan.

To see mu Hanyan's action, the Mu clan is even more grateful. If she hadn't resolutely stopped it, I'm afraid she would have to kneel down.

"Let's all go back. The banquet will continue." Ye Yian said.

"Yes, yes, let's keep eating." Mutu rushed back to the table quickly, and the others were also in high spirits and returned to their seats.

Even the injured people returned to their original positions after being bandaged. They are lucky to have a wooden top in front of them. They have not hurt their lives. With their strong constitution and tenacious vitality, they believe that they will soon be able to recover as before.

Soon, the village is a pair of cups and cups crisscross, the scene of its joy.

The cold smoke made me blush. The battlefield had not been cleaned well, so I ate it again. However, she also knew that it was not because the lines of the Mu family were too thick, but because it was too difficult for them to survive in the land of God. It was not surprising that the refugees were so hungry that they were as rich as they were. However, they were afraid that they could not eat good food several times a year.

The banquet didn't end until midnight, and everyone was well fed. The most enjoyable thing to eat was Lord Sikong Qinglan, the praying priest. When Mu Tu sent him back to the room, he was so full that he could hardly walk.

"Well, I don't know how hard it is to live in Huayu temple." Seeing this scene, Miss Mu was very worried.

One night without words, at dawn, all the Mu people came to the village to see mu Hanyan off.

"Han Yan, take care all the way. Be careful in everything." Ye Yian said to Mu Hanyan lovingly.

"Reverence, won't you come with me?" Mu Hanyan said.

She came to the land of God, which can be said to be lonely, so she subconsciously treats Ye Yian as an elder. Ye Yian respects her because she misunderstands that she is a saint. But after she gets along with her, she unconsciously treats her as a younger generation. She not only cares about her, but also protects her in a critical moment. So it's hard to part suddenly.

"When I'm old, I won't run around with you. Besides, I don't have to worry about having Sikong priest with you. Cough..." Speaking of this, ye Yi'an coughed heavily, and a few strange blushes floated on his pale face.

"Reverence, you are good at self-cultivation. Take good care of yourself. I will certainly find a way to help you extend your longevity." Mu Hanyan clapped his back and said softly.

Looking at Ye Yi'an's sickly red face, mu Hanyan feels sad. With his cultivation, it's a miracle that he can live to the present. He was hurt by Kang Qingyuan and Chen Xuefeng before. Shouyuan, who was almost to the end, was affected again. It's estimated that he won't have many days to live. But the last seven treasures life extending pill, which was used to protect his life, was wasted in the stream On the body of light, this makes mu Hanyan feel guilty.

"It's good that you have the heart to be a child. You can't force me to live to such a great age. I'm satisfied to see you. You don't have to worry about me. It's the most important thing to take care of yourself. If one day I'm gone, remember to take care of these Mu people for me." Ye Yi'an is pleased to say to Mu Hanyan.

Although he missed the holy court all the time, he had been living in Mujia village for thousands of years, so he was still worried about the Mu family.

"Well." Mu Hanyan nodded. But his eyes were moist, and he was determined to improve his strength as soon as possible and find a way to continue Shouyuan for ye Yi'an.

The carriage slowly drove out of the village, and mu Hanyan waved goodbye to the people. Until the dark head disappeared in the field of vision, she pulled up the curtain, but she was still a little lost.

"Miss mu, don't be too sad. When you become a priest, you can come back and have a look when you have time." Sikong Qinglan comforted and said. Because his old ox was so old and slow, mu Hanyan invited him to the carriage. Originally, the carriage was big enough, but ye Yian didn't go. She and Ling Baobao were the only two. The place was more spacious."Thank you, sir. "Mu Hanyan said politely.

"Miss mu, don't be polite." See mu Hanyan so polite, Sikong Qinglan actually some flattered feeling, shy said.

"By the way, Lord Sikong, thanks to your reminding in Fengcheng temple a few days ago, and thanks to your help when you met Kang Qingyuan and Xuefeng robber, I am very grateful. But there's one thing I don't understand. We've never met before. Why did Lord Sikong protect the little girl so much? " Mu Hanyan asked.

She has been thinking about this question for a long time. When she saw Sikong Qinglan's flattered look just now, she was even more puzzled and couldn't help asking.

"This..." Sikong Qinglan hesitated for a while, said, "wait until the flower rain temple to tell you, some things I'm not sure."

"All right." Seeing that he was extremely dignified, he didn't want to hide anything, but he had some doubts in his heart, so mu Hanyan didn't ask any more.

Next to him, Ling Baobao is still studying the overlord Dragon Armor. He doesn't know where he is so interested in the tortoise shell. Mu Hanyan doesn't disturb him. He begins to practice martial arts. She hasn't learned the divine skill of the priest, and she can't expose the cultivation of kendo. Besides practicing martial arts, she can't find anything else to do.

However, I knew that this martial art was not as simple as it seemed. Now I have the absolute power comparable to the swordsman's Ninth level, which can give full play to its power. I am also interested in practicing it.

"Here we are." Three days later, Sikong Qinglan's excited voice sounded in his ears.

Looking out through the open curtain, an ancient city appears in the sight.

The scale of the city is far less than that of Tianfeng city. It is estimated that it is the size of three or five Mujia villages. Surrounded by several desolate mountains, it is even smaller.

The city wall has no sense of towering, and there are signs of collapse everywhere. If the ancient temple in the center of the city is not still standing, how can it look like the ruins of an ancient city.

However, although the temple has not yet collapsed, it is also full of damage, full of mottled, and I don't know how long it can be erected. Look at that posture. Maybe one day the wind will blow down.

This is the flower rain temple The cold wind came in, and my heart was cold.

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