Mo Xinyu and the others walked all the way in the direction of the Zhuang Lord's Mansion, and the small building where Mu Yan lived behind them ushered in another group of guests.

The person who came was the two people who passed by the escort team before, the one on the left was not tall, but his clothes were bulging with muscles, black hair and red face, thick eyebrows like carbon, wearing the clothes of the Yuan Turtle Sect (the sect where Jiang You, the vice president of the Demon Punishment Association) was located, and he was carrying a long stick behind his back, which looked quite a sense of evil.

The person on the right was about twenty years old, with an ordinary appearance, just wearing a short shirt of a disciple of the Yuan Turtle Sect, although his figure looked well-proportioned, but compared to the strong man next to him, he was as slender as a small bean sprout.

Obviously, the two have a master-apprentice relationship.

At this time, the strong man's face was a little sad, and he glanced at the disciple next to him from time to time, and his eyes showed a kind of anger that hated iron but not steel.

And the disciple next to him also seemed to know that he was at a loss, and he didn't dare to breathe, for fear of annoying the strong man next to him, so he lowered his head and kept silent all the way.

The two of them walked silently all the way to the door of Mu Yan's small building.

"It's here!" The strong man's deep voice sounded.

The young man next to him trembled, glanced at the strong man and didn't dare to speak.

The strong man waited for a moment and saw that there was no response, a pair of thick eyebrows suddenly erected, and a fist the size of a sandbag roared and smashed towards the disciple's head!

As early as when he heard the wind, the disciple noticed that something was wrong, and he didn't even need to raise his head to know what would happen next, so he immediately pounced forward without hesitation!

Syllable!

Before he could pounce out, the strong man's big hand had already fallen on his head......

The young man was planted on the ground and fell into a dog and ate.

Although at the last moment, the strong man turned his fist into a palm and did not choose to hammer his head with a fist, but even so, that strange power is not something that anyone can bear.

"Master, what are you beating me again!" He looked up, his eyes full of helplessness.

"You don't even dare to reply to the master's words, I think you have eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall!" As he spoke, the strong man raised his hand and made a gesture to do it again.

The young man hurriedly hugged his head and shrank to the side, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "But, didn't you let me not speak all the way?" ”

The strong man's hand was in the air, as if he thought that he had indeed said this on the road, and he was angry at the time, and he was annoyed even when he saw the kid, and of course he didn't want to listen to him.

The young man hugged his head and waited for a while, and found that nothing had fallen on his head, and he was immediately overjoyed, and was about to say something, when he suddenly heard a strong man shouting: "It's the opposite!" Dare to talk back to your master! ”

Syllable!

A palm shaved over his head, and he fell to the ground again.

The strong man rubbed his palms and sneered, he simply scoffed at this kid's cleverness, and it was better to fight twice more if he had that little spare time!

The young man lay motionless on the ground, not fainting, but not wanting to get up at all.

"Let's fight, let's fight, I'm going to be beaten down anyway, it's better to lie on my stomach like this......" he thought silently in his heart.

At this moment, the voice that he hadn't heard for a long time suddenly came to his ears.

"Two distinguished guests are here, please come in for a while." Mu Yan's voice quietly sounded in the ears of the two.

The strong man looked around, his little eyes rolled, revealing a shrewd taste, he lifted the disciple who was lying on the ground and pretended to be dead, gave him a look, and walked up the steps.

The wooden door opened automatically with a creaking sound.

The vestibule was as empty as it had just been.

"Then Jiang is coming in!" The strong man said loudly, and slapped the disciple's head again without turning his head, making the disciple behind him look confused when he looked at him, and then walked in satisfied.

Inside the house, Mu Yan was still sitting cross-legged on the straw mat as before, and when he saw the two of them coming in, he closed the book of memory and said with a smile: "Brother Jiang, long time no see!" ”

Then he looked at the disciple behind the strong man, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face: "Banner, we haven't seen each other for a long time!" ”

Yes, the disciple who followed the strong man was the shopkeeper that Mu Yan met when they first entered this world!!

Mu Yan has been speculating in the past few days about how Yunlou will find a way to hide from everyone to contact him, whether it is through someone around him or some special means of tourists......

He thought of many possibilities, until the figure of the banner appeared within the range of his mental power scan, and all of them turned into admiration.

yes, is there a better candidate than a flag? At the beginning, that area was swept by the demon general called Black Moss with black feathers, and the only surviving people in the entire inn were a few tourists and the only native, the banner!

In other words, the only ones who know that the flags are related to them are the tourists themselves!

Secrecy is already guaranteed!

In addition, both Yunlou and Mu Yan have great favors to the banners, so there is actually not much of a problem in terms of trust!

In that regard, it would be quite appropriate to have Hatako be the messenger in the middle!

Mu Yan looked at the two with a smile, and the two also saluted him, but I don't know if it was an illusion, the old man felt that Mu Yan's eyes had been locked on him.

After the two parties exchanged polite words, the strong man walked to the opposite side of Mu Yan's table, and also sat down on the straw mat, while the banner stood honestly behind the master.

At this level, he is not qualified to sit down together.

As soon as the strong man sat down, he clenched his fists and bowed his head: "The seeker forgives his sins, but he has no way to teach this ungrateful thing!" Today, I will bring him to be beaten and scolded, and he will be at the disposal of the Taoist! ”

Mu Yan glanced at him, and then at the banner behind him with a worried face, and suddenly understood in his heart, but still smiled: "Brother Jiang He, what are you doing here?" ”

So saying, he helped him up.

Jiang He straightened up, and when he looked at Mu Yan again, his face became more and more red, his eyebrows were tangled together, and he looked completely distressed:

"This scoundrel...... You didn't tell me anything like that in the first place...... He also told me that he escaped by himself...... "He beat his chest, the more he talked, the more excited he became, and he had to stare sideways at the banner when he said a word, and the more he said it, the more he couldn't think about it, he directly pulled the banner behind him, and he was about to immediately beat out his anger!

But in the end, he was stopped by Mu Yan.

At the master's house, Jiang He still didn't dare to lose face too much, he let go of the hand holding the banner, and shouted angrily to the banner: "Tell the catechumens yourself!" It's really angry with me, if it weren't for the catechumens who are here today, I ...... I ......"

As he spoke, he was going to reach out and beat the banner again......

However, this time Mu Yan did not persuade them, but looked at them with a smile on the side with one end of his hand.

Jiang Heyang's hand stopped in mid-air for a while, and found that there was no movement, his little eyes quickly glanced over here, and when he saw Mu Yan's smile, he felt a chuckle in his heart, and his fist immediately went down, but when he was close to the flag, he turned his fist into a palm again, and slashed directly on his head as if he was at the door before.

The banner lay on the ground again without love......

Jiang He turned around and said to Mu Yan with "hatred": "This kid is really underwhelmed by doing such a thing!" ”

Mu Yan smiled and nodded:

"yes, yes."