Seeing the radiant people, Mu Hanyan was full of relief. Although their strength is not very strong, the strength of the whole clan, men, women, and elders is a few hundred, all of them are comparable to the strength of a beginner swordsman, which is already very terrifying for such a village.

Even if the Blood Wind Thieves make a comeback, Mujia Village has the strength to fight, even if they can't fight in the end, they can calmly evacuate, and even in the wasteland, they can survive well.

"Lord Worship, there is still some spring water left here, you can keep it. Mu Hanyan handed the water bag to Ye Yi'an.

"How can this work, you should keep it for yourself. Ye Yi'an excused.

"It's useless for me to keep it, there are still some children in the village, and when they grow up, they will be able to use it sooner or later. Mu Hanyan said. Anyway, it's a waste for her to keep it, so it's better to give it to the people of the Mu family, and it's not in vain for them to take her in.

"You have a heart. But I don't need so much, so let's do it, I want half of it, and you can keep the rest. Ye Yi'an said with relief.

Soon, Ye Yi'an took out a water bag and distributed some spring water, leaving the rest for Mu Hanyan.

Seeing Mu Hanyan's actions, the Mu clan was even more grateful, if she hadn't resolutely stopped her, I was afraid that she would have fallen to her knees again.

"Let's all go back, and the feast continues. Ye Yi'an said.

"Yes, let's eat it. Mu Tu quickly rushed back to the wine table, and the others were also elated, and they returned to their seats.

Even the wounded people returned to their places after being bandaged. They were lucky, with the wooden butcher in front, they did not hurt their lives, with their strong physique and tenacious vitality, I believe it will not take long to recover as before.

Soon, the village was again a scene of staggered cups and joys.

Mu Hanyan was secretly embarrassed, and the battlefield had not been cleaned properly, so it was eaten again. However, she also knows that this is not because the lines of the Mu family are too thick, but that the survival of the Continent of God is too difficult, those homeless people are sleeping in the open air, and it is not strange that they are so hungry that they are afraid that Ru Mao drinks blood, and the Mu family is relatively rich compared to them, but I am afraid that they will not be able to eat well a few times throughout the year, it is rare to have such a table of good wine and good food, how can they be willing to waste it.

The banquet lasted until midnight, and everyone was full of wine and food. And the most enjoyable thing to eat was the prayer priest Sikong Qinglan, and when Mu Tu sent him back to the room with half arms and half arms, this guy's stomach was so round that he could barely walk.

"Alas, I don't know how difficult the life of the Flower Rain Temple is. Seeing this scene, Miss Mu was worried.

There was nothing to say all night, and in the morning, all the people of the Mu clan came to the entrance of the village to see off Mu Hanyan.

"Hanyan, take care all the way, and be careful in everything. Ye Yi'an said lovingly to Mu Hanyan.

"Lord Worship, won't you come with me?" Mu Hanyan said reluctantly.

She came to the Continent of the Gods to be completely lonely, so she subconsciously treated Ye Yi'an as an adult, and Ye Yi'an respected her because she misunderstood that she was a saint, but after getting along, she unconsciously treated her as a junior, not only caring, but also desperately protecting each other in critical moments, so it was really a little reluctant to separate suddenly.

"I'm older, so I won't run around with you, and if there is a priest with you, I don't have to worry about it, cough cough ......" Speaking of this, Ye Yi'an coughed a few times, and a few strange flushes appeared on his pale face.

"Lord Enshrined, you cultivate well, take care of yourself, I will definitely find a way to help you extend your longevity. Mu Hanyan hurriedly patted him on the back and said softly.

Looking at the sickly crimson on Ye Yi'an's face, Mu Hanyan was a little inexplicably sad, with his cultivation, it was a miracle that he could survive until now, and he was even more injured when he did it with Kang Qingyuan and Chen Xuefeng before

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Light, Shou Yuan, who was already at the end of his life, was affected again, and it is estimated that he has not many days to live, but the Seven Treasures Life Continuation Pill that was used to save his life in the end was wasted on Streamer's body, which made Mu Hanyan feel even more guilty.

"It's good that you have this heart, life is from the sky, don't force me to live to such an old age, and see you, I'm already content, you don't have to worry about me, taking care of yourself is the most important thing, if one day I'm gone, remember to help me take care of these Mu clan people." Ye Yi'an said to Mu Hanyan with relief.

Although he misses the Holy Court every day, he has lived in Mujia Village for thousands of years, and he has feelings for everything, so he still can't rest assured about the Mu family.

"Hmm. Mu Hanyan nodded. His eyes were a little moist, and he made up his mind that he must improve his strength as soon as possible and find a way to extend his longevity for Ye Yi'an.

The carriage slowly drove out of the village, Mu Hanyan waved goodbye to everyone, and it was not until the black head disappeared from view that she closed the curtain, but there was still a faint loss in her heart.

"Wood girl, don't be too sad, when you officially become a priest, you can come back and see when you have time. Sikong Qinglan said comfortingly. Because the old ox pulling the cart was too old and walked slowly, Mu Hanyan simply invited him to this carriage, which was originally big enough, Ye Yi'an didn't go, just her and Ling Baobao, and the place was naturally more spacious.

"Thank you, Lord Sikong. Mu Hanyan said politely.

"Miss Mu, don't be polite. Seeing Mu Hanyan so polite, Sikong Qinglan was a little flattered and said shyly.

"By the way, Lord Sikong, thanks to your reminder in the Fengcheng Temple a few days ago, and thanks to your help when I met Kang Qingyuan and the Blood Wind Thief, I am grateful to Mu Hanyan. But there is one thing I don't understand, we have never known each other in our lives, why does Lord Sikong treat the little woman so much?" Mu Hanyan asked.

She had been thinking about this question for a long time, and when she saw Sikong Qinglan showing that flattered look just now, she was even more puzzled, and she couldn't help but ask.

"This ......" Sikong Qinglan hesitated for a while and said, "I'll tell you when I get to the Flower Rain Temple, I'm not sure about some things." ”

"Oh well. Seeing that his expression was unusually solemn, it didn't seem like he was trying to hide something, but as if he had some doubts in his heart, Mu Hanyan didn't ask any more.

Next to him, Ling Baobao was still studying the Baxia Dragon Armor, and he didn't know where he was so interested in this turtle shell, Mu Hanyan didn't disturb him, and began to practice martial arts. She hadn't learned the priest's magic yet, and she couldn't expose her kendo cultivation, so she couldn't find anything else to do except practice martial arts.

However, I already knew that this martial arts technique was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, and now it has an absolute power comparable to the ninth order of a swordsman, and it can give full play to its power, and Mu Hanyan has also practiced it with relish.

"Here we are. Three days later, Sikong Qinglan's excited voice sounded in his ears.

Looking out through the open curtain, an ancient castle came into view.

It is said to be a city, but the scale is far from being comparable to Tianfeng City, and it is estimated to be equivalent to the size of a Mujia village, surrounded by several desolate peaks in the middle, which is even more insignificant.

And the city wall does not have the slightest sense of majesty, traces of collapse can be seen everywhere, if it were not for the ancient temple in the center of the city still standing proudly, how to look like the ruins of an ancient city.

However, although the temple has not yet fallen, it is also full of devastation and mottled all over the body, and it is not known how long it can be erected. Looking at that posture, maybe one day the wind will blow down.

This is the Flower Rain Temple...... The cold wind blew in, and Mu Hanyan's heart was also cold.