"My lord, it's Sikong-sama who is back!" cheers of joy resounded from the ruined city walls, and the city gate opened, and several middle-aged men in shabby costumes greeted them.

"Brother Yan, Brother Qi. Sikong Qinglan jumped out of the carriage and shouted affectionately to the first two.

Seeing this, Mu Hanyan also got out of the carriage.

"Lord Sikong, who is this?" Seeing Mu Hanyan, several men were slightly stunned.

"This is Lord Mu Hanyan, these two are my friends, Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming, both of whom are the people of Huayu City. Sikong Qinglan introduced. Huayu City is obviously the dilapidated town in front of you.

"I've seen Lord Mu!" the two men saluted immediately.

"Brother Yan, Brother Qi, don't be polite. Mu Hanyan said politely.

Only then did she realize that in fact, the two of them were in their thirties at most, but their faces were weathered and their clothes were shabby, and they looked much older than their real age.

"Don't be polite, sir, we are actually followers of Lord Sikong. Seeing Mu Hanyan return the salute, the two were flattered and hurriedly let go.

Just like the followers of the Holy Court Continent, some of the followers of the temple priests admire the strength of the priests and follow the left and right, while others are just guards or subordinates, such as Hua Yue Zirong and the two, looking at the flattered appearance of the two, it is estimated that it is the latter, but when he was in the Holy Court Continent, Mu Hanyan never regarded Hua Yue Zirong as a subordinate, but as a friend, or even a relative, naturally he would not despise Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming, and still finished the salute politely.

Seeing Mu Hanyan smiling indifferently, cordial and calm without the slightest pretentiousness, Yan Qi and the others suddenly had a good impression.

"My lord, the left priest and the right priest have been waiting for a long time. Yan Qingshan said to Sikong Qinglan.

"Oh. Sikong Qinglan responded, showing embarrassment, but quickly cheered up again and said, "Let's go, don't let them wait for a long time." ”

Under the leadership of Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming, Mu Hanyan walked into Huayu City.

If Mu Hanyan's heart was only half cold when she saw the decline of Huayu City from afar, then after entering the city, her heart was completely cold.

With its dilapidated towers, dilapidated houses, and deserted streets, this city of flowers and rain feels even more desolate than many ancient ruins. After all, the ancient ruins still have the protection of the forbidden enchantment, and this Huayu City, Mu Hanyan found out as soon as he entered the city, the power of the enchantment was pitifully weak, and the cold wind was almost not much different from the wasteland.

It wasn't until I got closer to the temple that the power of the enchantment gradually became stronger, and the wind on my face finally felt less stiff and piercing. Obviously, the Flower Rain Temple, which had been abandoned by the Divine Lord, was no longer able to support the barrier of Flower Rain City, and could only barely maintain it close to the Temple.

At this time, it was evening, and the smoke of cooking was wafting from the rows of houses near the temple, and it seemed that it should be the people who stayed in Huayu City, at most a few dozen families.

Hearing the sound of the carriage coming, many people opened the door curiously and looked over.

Seeing these people, Mu Hanyan's heart became even colder. All of them are shabby and have vegetables, and they look like they are living more than the Mu family, and they are better than those homeless people.

No wonder Ye Yi'an was hesitant about Sikong Qinggang's invitation earlier, and he hadn't even mentioned it to her before, this time in the Flower Rain Temple was not very easy.

Huayu City is not big, and soon, the group came to the Huayu Temple located in the center of the city.

Two women in sacrificial robes also greeted Sikong Qinglan when they saw it.

"Lord Sikong is back, and I've worked hard all the way. A woman said reservedly.

The woman was about twenty-one or twelve years old, and she was beautiful, and although her sacrificial robes were a little old, they were neatly tidy, giving people a sense of coldness and, of course, a bit of the arrogance of being a priest.

"Lord An is polite, this is my duty. Sikong Qinglan said politely.

"Senior Brother Qinglan, this time you went to Tianfeng City, those old guys didn't make things difficult for you, right?" asked the other woman with big black eyes.

It seems that she is a little younger than the other woman, but she has a baby face and two small dimples when she laughs, which looks lively and vivid.

"It's okay. Sikong Qinglan said vaguely.

"Fengcheng Shrine has agreed to our request?" The baby-faced priest's eyes lit up, and he asked happily, but he didn't see the helplessness in Sikong Qinglan's eyes.

The young men in priestly robes around him also looked at Sikong Qinglan expectantly, and the common people also looked at him the same.

"I'll tell you more about the Fengcheng Temple later, I'll introduce you first, this is Lord Mu Han Yanmu, this is Lord An Xiaxin, the left priest of our Huayu Temple, and this is Lord Shen Yuhe, the right priest. Sikong Qinglan was ashamed in her heart, and it was not good to say much in front of so many people, so she introduced each other's identities to them first.

"I've seen Lord An, Lord Shen. Mu Hanyan saluted and said.

The priests on the left and right were all girls in their twenties, and most of the young priests around were also women, Mu Hanyan knew why Sikong Qinglan was always so shy.

"Lord Mu is polite, I didn't expect you to come in person, our Flower Rain Temple is really full of brilliance. An Xiaxin's cold face finally had a smile, although it was squeezed out, it still looked much kinder.

But...... Wait, what does it mean to come in person, and how can it shine brightly? Did she misunderstand something?

"Lord Mu, the Fengcheng Temple and our Huayu Temple are thousands of miles apart, it's the road, come in and sit down." The smile on Shen Yuhe's doll face was kind, and as he spoke, he pulled Mu Hanyan and walked inside.

Hearing Shen Yuhe's words, Mu Hanyan immediately reacted, they regarded themselves as the people of Fengcheng Temple, it is no wonder, Sikong Qinglan went to Tianfeng City to ask for someone, and he came back with him, he didn't make it clear just now, but he was also very polite to himself, it is strange that the two priests on the left and right do not misunderstand.

"You misunderstood, I'm not a priest of the Fengcheng Temple. Mu Hanyan hurriedly explained.

"What?" An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe were stunned at the same time, and then looked at Sikong Qinglan.

"Fengcheng Shrine rejected our request, and the request was the same as that of several other major shrines, this Lord Mu came to our Flower Rain Temple to participate in the priest assessment. Sikong Qinglan glanced at everyone helplessly and said.

Hearing his words, everyone showed a look of disappointment, no, not only disappointed, but even despair.

Of course, Mu Hanyan knew that this despair was definitely not because she came to the Huayu Temple to participate in the assessment, but because of the refusal of the Fengcheng Temple, although she didn't know what Sikong Qinglan asked for the Fengcheng Temple, but just looking at the dilapidated scene of Huayu City, she also knew that if there was no support from other temples, this temple would probably not be able to support it for long.