"What do you mean?"

Hearing the old man in front of him sigh like this, Mu Ziliang may have understood the other party's thoughts in his heart.

But he was also lost in thought about what the musician had said, and he wondered why the old man, who seemed so compassionate, would say such things to himself.

"I didn't consult my seniors......"

Before Mu Ziliang's words fell, the musician seemed to have already guessed the question in his heart, so he looked up at him and said, "The old man is just a teacher, you can call me a musician."

"Troubled times will ......"

Mu Ziliang silently recited what the musician said, and along the way, he had a general understanding of the disaster in southern Xinjiang.

In fact, over the years, the country of Luo has not been as prosperous and peaceful as it seems on the surface, and in many remote places far from the royal capital to the south, Mu Ziliang has also seen people fall to the ground from hunger, but he is helpless.

Now that I hear the musician say this, compared with what he has seen and heard, I have to sigh that this rolling red dust far away from the dojo is also impermanent.

"By the way, young man, I haven't asked you yet, since you are not the Fang Mu Gate on top of Ming Peak, why did you go to Ming Peak?"

Maybe that kind of topic was too heavy, and after the two were silent for a moment, the musician suddenly looked up at Mu Ziliang again and asked again;

"The three major gates in the world, all the practitioners of the art gate, all have a sense of awe, this time the Moon Peak is over, I wanted to appreciate the style of this square wooden door, but I didn't expect ......"

Speaking of this, Mu Ziliang was stunned, because in his mind, he thought of the big demon under Mingfeng again, if it was really that guy back then, he would have to figure this matter out anyway!

"You're here for the Seminar?"

Hearing Mu Ziliang say this, the musician quickly guessed the purpose of Mu Ziliang's coming to the royal capital.

Although he doesn't like the Daomen, he will more or less understand the world-famous Mochizuki Dao.

But as far as he knew, the people who could participate in the Taoist meeting were all old people who had been practicing for many years, and they had to have extraordinary qualifications to climb Mochizuki Peak.

"Is there anything wrong with the seniors?"

Mu Ziliang asked, because when he heard the argument, he obviously felt that the musician's gaze had changed when he looked at him, but when Mu Ziliang asked the musician rhetorically, the musician's heart had already made a silent calculation in his heart.

He also knew one thing, this Mochizuki Dao lasted for seven days, but he met Mu Ziliang under the Ming Peak in advance, and he was probably hindered from participating in the Dao meeting, so he came to the Ming Peak instead, so he was relieved again.

"It's nothing, I don't know Taoism, but seeing that you are born with extraordinary roots, you can be regarded as a good face, but I don't know where to learn from?"

The musician took a sip of the teacup on the table, which seemed a little more casual, and the Confucian temperament was inadvertently revealed again.

"The juniors are from Nanshan Road. ”

"Nanshan Road?"

The name kept echoing in the musician's mind, but there was no trace of it.

"Le Lao ......"

At this moment, the voice of the old butler sounded outside the house, and I saw an old man in plain clothes walking in from outside.

When Mu Ziliang and the musician heard the prestige, they saw that the old housekeeper was a little hurried, and after coming to the two, he first saluted the musician, and then gestured to Mu Ziliang before continuing to speak: "Prince Chu Hua is here!"

The voice fell, and around the corner of the door, a young man in a brocade dress had already walked in.

Seeing this, the old butler once again stepped aside with a little respect.

Mu Ziliang looked towards the comer, and saw that the young man was still a little handsome, and seemed to have a kind of Confucian spirit, so he bowed to the musician from afar before entering the door, and said: "Disciple Chu Hua, I have seen the teacher!"

When the words fell, the prince of Chu Hua raised his head again and looked at Mu Ziliang, the two looked at each other, they were about the same age, and they both nodded.

"Come in!"

The musician said, and after hearing the musician's permission, the young man straightened his robe again, and continued to sit down at the table.

In this process, Mu Ziliang also found that in the musician's mansion, whether it is the old housekeeper or the new Chu Hua son, every move is in order, and it can be regarded as a house of etiquette.

"Who is this?"

Na Chu Hua sat down, looked at Mu Ziliang again, and asked with his hands arched.

Seeing this, Mu Ziliang also replied with a salute and said, "Under Mu Ziliang!"

"Mu Ziliang, what a chic name"

Young Master Chu Hua smiled and looked gentle and elegant, but then he didn't continue to talk to Mu Ziliang, but looked at the table of vegetarian food on the table, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Teacher, you?"

Chu Hua wanted to say something, but he was a little hesitant when the words came to his lips.

"Say it"

The musician behaved very indifferently, although Chu Hua was not the most outstanding among his disciples, but for him, the teacher, Chu Hua was definitely the most respectful to him, and he also knew this disciple the best.

"Southern Xinjiang is in an urgent situation, disciple, please order a trip to Xinjiang!"

Finally, Chu Hua took a deep breath and said, and at this time, his eyes also looked at the musician sitting on the side again.

"When to go?"

To everyone's surprise, the musician's tone was very calm, and he didn't even ask Chu Hua a word.

When he heard the word Nanjiang again, Mu Ziliang looked at Chu Hua with some surprise, but Chu Hua showed a helpless smile on his face.

He looked at his teacher, and it seemed that the imaginary reaction did not appear, but on second thought, this might be the teacher he knew.

The ancestors of the Chu family were scholars in the previous generation, and in his generation, they were even more knowledgeable, and they were able to be ministers in the same dynasty as Taifu at a young age, which is inevitably a good story.

"King Ning returns to the south, this may be an opportunity for southern Xinjiang, and when the time comes, I will follow him as a military advisor!" Chu Hua continued to say what he thought in his heart.

"A man, he is sensible and modest, and as a minister, he relieves people's worries!"

The musician spoke, and it seemed that he still couldn't set off a trace of fluctuation in his heart for the decision Chu Hua made.

After the musician spoke, Chu Hua's face changed from the previous hesitation to a relieved relief, and he got up and saluted the musician again.

"Thank you to your mentor for many years of cultivation, Chu Hua will definitely live up to your mentor's expectations!"

When the words fell, I saw that he suddenly bowed to the musician again, and then turned around again and prepared to walk out of the house, coming and going in a hurry, he didn't have to be like this, but there was always a bond in his heart that made him come here.

"Zihua!"

Just as Chu Hua walked to the door, the musician suddenly spoke again.

This time, Chu Hua was shocked, and his footsteps stopped all of a sudden, but he didn't look back, just listened to the musician behind him and continued: "Waiting for you to come back!"

Chu Hua's expression froze when the words fell, but he still didn't look back, but continued to walk towards the outside of Taifu's mansion after nodding......

On the other side, the figures of the old and the young under Mingfeng Mountain stood quietly, and if they looked closely, these two people were actually Dan Yin Master Wu Nian and Dan Tong Ah Ming.

When the two of them quietly looked at the Mingfeng Holy Land in front of them, Ah Ming's heart was shocked, no matter what, he didn't expect that one day he would leave the Danfang and see the second of the three major gates in such a short period of time.

And the Guru of Wunian who was standing in front of him just closed his eyes because he was still waiting.

The breeze blew past the two of them, and they couldn't startle the slightest wave, until a long time passed, and another old man suddenly appeared in front of the two, wearing a green wood robe......

Time passed gradually, until the night of the day came again, and the sky in the royal capital was extremely dark.

Wang Tofu once again walked on the street in the royal capital, and his expression at this moment was a little confused, or a kind of frustration.

Since he chased into the royal capital city again, Xiyue has disappeared, and in such a very short period of time, the royal capital city has been filled with an inexplicable panic atmosphere.

The prosperity of the past is gone, and it seems that a storm is coming.

Suddenly, a gust of wind whistled overhead, and at the same time, Wang Tofu once again felt that there were many noisy and terrible auras around him, and they were speeding away in the night sky.

Immediately after that, there was a faint roar in the air, he knew that the guy who triggered these changes was the super demon who had only interacted with him twice not long ago, but he didn't know why that demon was so arrogant, because even the fifth-order giant demons in the land of Huaxia before he came didn't dare to be arrogant at will.

What's more, this place is a holy place in this world, and there are powerful warlocks he has seen, which is an absolute forbidden place for any demon.

Unable to find Xiyue, when the aura of those chasing demons went away from him, he simply stopped looking for it blindly, since the people of Xiyue's family could take her away from his side, then it must not be an ordinary family.

Now that the royal city has changed, and such a terrifying existence has appeared, it is impossible for them not to participate, and they are like headless flies, so they may be able to find some unexpected clues in another way.

As soon as he thought of this, when he felt those terrifying aura, Wang Tuofu's eyes narrowed slightly, and then his figure accelerated violently and chased after those aura!

The night of the royal capital is very special, and many people either wake up from their dreams for no reason, or a trace of panic flashes in their hearts inexplicably.

In the prosperous capital of the past, a kind of panic is spreading, and finally, on the river of the royal capital where the lights are fading, another terrible roar breaks the silence of the night!

The super demon who has been pursued by countless powerful warlocks stands quietly above the river, and the guy's feet at this moment are the seemingly calm but actually turbulent undercurrent of the river, and the wind howls to set off its silhouette even more terrifying.

He raised his head and looked at the direction where the last remnant of the rainbow disappeared, and a cruel smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What a tiresome guy......"

The cold voice fell, and suddenly there were strange sounds faintly on the river in front of him, mixed with the surrounding wind, giving people a sense of ephemerality.