Chapter 1777

Since the restoration of the fourth main array, Wen Gaoren has been astonished by her and determined to worship her as a teacher. Mu Hanyan just refuses firmly enough, and he follows her all day long. The short time that master takes charge of her makes mu Hanyan very tired.

What's more terrible is that no matter what mu Hanyan told the other priests, he had a white hair, and the high man was on a high shelf, shaking his head and tail to say: "master, you have orders..."

Every time I see his serious appearance, mu Hanyan can't laugh or cry. I wish I could hide as far as I can. It was not until he lost his temper that Wen Gaoren was a little bit restrained.

"Master Wen, I've already said that. We just heard that there are different skills and specialities, so we should not mention the matter of learning from others." Mu Hanyan said earnestly.

In any case, Wen Gaoren has helped so much, and she can't let him chill too much. She has already regretted her unbearable temper several times. Fortunately, Wen Gaoren is not angry.

"Although it is said that there is a succession, and there is a specialization in the arts, it is also that the chief priest comes first and I am later. How can I compare with the chief priest in the arts, and how can I be qualified to compete with him in the arts. As the saying goes, "the grace of dripping water should be rewarded by the spring. My Lord is kind to me. It's natural for me to worship him as a teacher. What's more, he's good at array..." Wen Gaoren gushed and said.

Mu Hanyan only felt a buzz in his brain, just like two flies flying around his ears. Well, flies hurt people too much, it's bees.

This is the reason why mu Hanyan didn't refuse firmly last time. I didn't find it when I met him. Later, I learned that if the old man argued with others, he was just a nag. If you don't interrupt him quickly, he could talk for a few hours. Fortunately, in addition to the matter of worship, mu Hanyan did not argue with him much.

"We'll talk about it later. We'll talk about it later." Mu Hanyan quickly interrupted him.

All of a sudden, I miss those apprentices in Longyan college. Although I just wanted to help them stay in Longyan college, I still think that they are much more benevolent than Wengao. The main reason is that they don't talk so much.

"All right." Wen Gaoren said helplessly.

"Han Yan, the Mu family has settled down. Do you want to have a look?" Ye Yian's voice sounded behind him.

Most of the main array of Huayu temple has been restored, and other arrays are also being restored. Only a few dozens of families have too few people, so that large areas of farmland are abandoned. At this time, of course, people will be recruited into Huayu city.

The first thing mu Hanyan thought of was the Mu family. Huayu City, with its array, is much better than Mujia village. Moreover, the civilians living in the city have a higher status than those who have fiefdoms outside the city, and have more opportunities to become priests.

If there is no big accident in Huayu temple, the Mu clan, who first moved to Huayu temple, will probably become one of the most powerful clans in Huayu city after hundreds and thousands of years.

So as soon as he received a letter from mu Hanyan, ye Yian immediately led the Mu clan to Huayu city.

"Reverence, you don't need to worry about this kind of thing. Just leave it to others." Mu Hanyan comes forward to help Ye Yian.

Although mu Hanyan got many pills from long Wudang and Ou Zhizhi, some of them were the best ones to replenish yuan and Qi, but they couldn't stop the continuous exhaustion of his vitality.

They all come from the mainland of the holy court. Mu Hanyan regards Ye Yian as his only relative and never wants him to leave too soon.

"Don't worry, my body is much better. There are not many people in Huayu temple. If I can help, I'll try my best to help." Ye Yian looked at mu Hanyan kindly and said.

Huayu city is now full of waste and lack of manpower. In many places, the use of priestly magic can get twice the result with half the effort. He is a nine level priestly, or much better than others.

"Your honor, thank you." Mu Hanyan knew that he didn't want to distract himself from these chores, and he could concentrate on cultivation, so he took the hand in person, and his heart was filled with thick warmth.

"Do we need to be so polite?" Ye Yian gently stroked mu Hanyan's hair and said with a hearty smile.

Although he misunderstood mu Hanyan as a saint, he got along with her for a long time. The more he knew about Mu Hanyan, the more he knew about her. He knew that she was not as arrogant as the saint he knew. Ye Yian gradually got used to not treating her as a saint, and more often regarded her as a descendant of his family. When I was with mu Hanyan, I felt that my grandparents and grandchildren were happy together.

"Well." Mu Hanyan nodded.

"By the way, brother Yan, I remember to prepare a dinner party later to clean up the atmosphere for the worshiper and our people." Seeing the passing yanqingshan, mu Hanyan shouts.

She didn't do anything for personal gain. The harvest field of Huayu city just began to be harvested, and there was no decent banquet. She used the grain cattle and sheep donated by the Mu family to the temple, but the wool came from the sheep. Who would have any opinion?

"Master has orders..." Wen Gaoren shook his head again and began to recite the master's allegory.Mu Hanyan wiped a cold sweat, and Yan Qingshan is not deaf. Do you need to say it again?

Looking at Wen Gaoren's white hair and his solemn face, he fled in the cold smoke.

In the evening, the golden sun falls on the earth. Huayu outside the city is still cold and windy, but the city is a scene of exultation.

Dozens of round tables were set up in the sacrificial square in front of the temple, where Sikong Qinglan danced with the great God. Delicious dishes sent out a tempting smell.

Although the Mu family is a newcomer, as the "people" of the chief sacrifice, no one naturally feels fresh. During the dinner, you come and I go to drink, but you are very close.

Until the end of the banquet, there was still a sense of unfinished business.

"My Lord, why don't we have a competition with someone to help us?" Sikong Qinglan drinks a few more cups, and is more daring. She is not so shy any more. She gets up and says to Mu Hanyan.

"Good." Mu Hanyan said with a smile. Ye Yi'an and the Mu family came to Huayu City, and she was in a good mood.

"I'll do it!" Mutu was the first to jump out.

He is strong and strong, and his martial arts are good. After drinking the spring of dragon blood, his strength is greatly increased, and his self-confidence is extremely high.

"I'll make a few moves with Uncle mu." Yanqingshan stood up.

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