"Dad, it's none of his business, you can let him go. At that moment, the ground shook violently, and a delicate voice sounded behind him.

"Yu'er, why are you here?" the black butcher looked behind Mu Hanyan and asked lovingly.

Mu Hanyan subconsciously looked back and subconsciously shuddered.

Biological is definitely biological! The first time he saw Yu'er, Mu Hanyan affirmed this.

I saw a woman with a bigger waist and a round waist than the black butcher, and a little blacker than the black butcher, striding and galloping, and with every step, the ground trembled.

"Hanyan, you should believe me now, right?" Looking at the woman, Ling Baobao suddenly asked with sadness.

Mu Hanyan nodded, indeed, she completely believed Ling Baobao's words now, his taste would definitely not be so heavy.

"Dad, it's none of his business, it's all my will. Yu'er looked at Ling Baobao, affectionate, and at the same time said shyly.

Mu Hanyan shivered, goosebumps spilled all over the ground.

Mu Hanyan suddenly thought that the reason why Ling Baobao was in a hurry to run away was probably not only because the so-called priest's magic was not working, but also because it was to escape from marriage, because even if he became the priest of Fengcheng Temple, he still couldn't escape the fate of getting married, and it was better to escape early than to escape late.

"Ling Baobao, now I give you two choices, either go to the Fengcheng Temple of Tianfeng City to participate in the priest assessment on behalf of our Mujia Village, or marry Xiaoyu immediately, and besides, everyone has spent so much money on you this year, and you have to return it one by one. The black butcher didn't bother to tell him more, and directly made the conditions.

"You'd better kill me. Seeing his prospective fiancée, Ling Baobao finally despaired.

"Okay, okay, do you really dare not kill you?" the black butcher trembled with anger, threw away the rake in his hand, took out a pig-killing knife, and said with a hideous face.

Mu Hanyan is a little bigger, these villagers are all strong, although they have no cultivation, but judging from the strength of the Black Butcher before, they are comparable to the cultivators of the second and third orders of the swordsman, and the others are not estimated to be weak. However, her strength was suppressed at the fifth order of the sword master, not to mention, she was also injured, if the other party rushed up, let alone protect Ling Baobao, she might not be able to protect herself.

"Stop!" At this moment, a calm voice sounded, and an old man came slowly.

This old man was dressed in a kudzu coat and looked old, his hair was as white as snow, his face was full of wrinkles, and with Mu Hanyan's eyesight, he couldn't even tell how old he was, he only felt that he was not five hundred years old, but at least three hundred years old.

"Old lady, why is your old man here?" The black butcher quickly put away the pig-killing knife, and stepped forward to support the old man with several other village names.

"It's so windy, don't come out of your old man's house, what should we do if there are three long and two short. The others also said in fear, and even the movements of supporting the old man were extremely careful.

There is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure, this old man is obviously a treasure in Mujia Village.

"You've made such a big fuss, the old worshipper let me take a look. The old man said lightly.

"What, the old worshippers know it, we disturb the old offerings and Qing Xiu, it's really a crime that deserves death. After listening to the old man's words, everyone around him showed a look of panic, and their faces were full of guilt.

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Mu Hanyan was also a little surprised. Obviously, the status of the old worship they are talking about is much higher than that of the old man in front of him, and this old man looks to be hundreds of years old, so how old should the old worship in his mouth be?

The old man didn't say anything more, and went straight to Mu Hanyan after the crowd.

"The old rotten wood is a forest, and he is the last patriarch of this Mujia Village, and he dares to ask this girl what to call her. The old man bowed to Mu Hanyan and said politely.

"The younger generation Mu Hanyan has seen the seniors. Mu Hanyan saluted.

After hearing so much, Mu Hanyan found that there was not much difference in the language and vocabulary between the Divine Continent and the Holy Court Continent, but the tone was a little different, so he gradually let go, and was no longer as cautious as he was at the beginning.

"Miss Mu doesn't have to be polite, my family invites you to come over and see you. Mu Chenglin didn't dare to hold it up, so he hurriedly returned the salute and said.

"What, the old worshipper actually wants to see her!" Hearing his words, someone subconsciously exclaimed.

"The old worshipper hasn't been out of the customs to see guests for almost ten years, and even the last time Ling Baobao, a liar, came, he just let the old lady pass on a word. Some people said with envy. It seems that it is a great honor for them to be able to meet the old worship.

"Don't forget, this is also a priest, and she is the only one who is qualified to meet the old worship. Some people said it for granted.

Speaking of this, Mu Hanyan remembered that she hadn't figured out how she accidentally became a priest, but at this time, she didn't have much to say, she wanted others to know that she was not a priest, but she was afraid that the hoe rake was about to fly to the heads of the two of them.

"The old worshipper said that after this Mu girl is his old friend, don't offend her, and since Ling Baobao is her friend, don't embarrass him for the time being, just keep a good life for hospitality. Mu Chenglin continued to say to everyone.

"So that's the case, for the offense before, please forgive the priest!" As soon as he heard this, the eyes of everyone around him who looked at Mu Hanyan changed again, and even the black butcher quickly knelt down to apologize to Mu Hanyan.

From this, it is not difficult to see how revered the status of this old enshrinement is in the minds of everyone.

"Priest Mu, please. Mu Chenglin made a gesture of please, and there was a little envy in his eyes.

After the deceased, Mu Hanyan glanced at Mu Chenglin suspiciously. Calculating the time, she came to the Continent of the Gods for just over half an hour, which can be said to be a black eye, how can there be any predecessors and deceased.

Mu Hanyan was a little curious about this old offering.

"There are seniors. "Anyway, I can't leave, and I don't know where to go if I leave, Mu Hanyan simply followed behind Mu Chenglin.

And Ling Baobao also followed behind him surrounded by everyone, and the old worshipper only said not to embarrass him for the time being, but did not say to let him go.

After walking not far, Mu Hanyan came to Mujia Village.

The village of hundreds of people is naturally not prosperous, but it is not the slightest bit dilapidated, the rows of houses are solid and tidy, the granaries are tall and majestic, and there is even a huge high platform in the middle of the village, which is somewhat similar to the Yanwu platform, and it is estimated that it is also used for competition or sacrifice to the ancestors and gods, and the days of these villagers are obviously much richer than many rural people in the Shengting Continent.