Near noon, there was a quiet place in the Qingyin Valley, except for the bagpipes all over the ground, gently swaying their slender bodies in the slight wind, making a low and pleasant singing sound.

The principal, Mu Qiyuan, and the group of teachers stood in front of Taixuan, their eyes widened one by one, and their eyes scanned the two teenagers for a long time before they came back to their senses and stepped forward to greet the city lord of Green Lake City.

Mu Shouxuan is a strong man of Mengzun, and in recent decades, he has been taking care of many affairs in Mu County under the orders of the patriarch, which is equivalent to the lord of a county. Its identity and status are not comparable to those of Mu Qiyuan, the valley of the Dream King realm.

Without any extra words or staying, Mu Shouxuan handed over the person to Mu Qiyuan and left in a hurry.

Since leaving the valley at the beginning of the year, after a few months, Bian Yao and Twilight Song have returned to the valley again.

The two stood side by side in the bagpipe grass, silent, and the expressions on their faces were a little uncomfortable under the collective gaze of the instructors.

At the beginning of the year, there was an accident on the night when everyone arrived at Qianyue Lake, and the children of the Mu clan suffered heavy casualties. As for Bian Yao and Twilight Song, they were judged to be missing at first, but as time went by, they were basically determined to have died in a beast attack and were buried at the bottom of the lake, but now they returned to the valley unscathed, which was beyond everyone's expectations!

That tragic accident happened too suddenly, and for the Mu people, it was extremely impressive, and there were many doubts. With the cultivation of two teenagers as the realm, they can survive in that desperate situation, and the reason for this is inevitably curious and incomprehensible!

After a short period of silence, Bian Yao was temporarily left behind by Mu Qiyuan, and as for the cold personality and silent Twilight Song, he was allowed to leave Qingyin Valley first and return to Sword Valley alone.

Bian Yao had expected to be asked, and he had already planned his words about what happened to him and Twilight Song. Although he vaguely felt that the accident had something to do with him, he didn't intend to tell the truth out of various considerations and doubts.

"As the island sank, I was swept into the lake by a rapid whirlpool, and I fainted in the rapids, waking up to find myself lying on the shore of the lake with Twilight. Bian Yao's answer is very simple, but it is true and false, making it impossible to distinguish between people and others. Because in some places, even he himself felt inexplicable.

The inquiry didn't last long, and no one would think that the unexpected change was caused by Bian Yao or Twilight Song, because it didn't make sense at all! Mu Qiyuan had a brief understanding of the experience of the two on the way back, and then let Bian Yao leave.

Regarding what happened on the way back to Shuxian, Bian Yao also picked out some inconsequential things, as for the two things of encountering evil cultivation and accidentally breaking through to the late stage of dream madness, he didn't say it.

Two days later, the eldest prince and his entourage left Shuxian County and returned to the imperial city.

Before leaving, the chief steward and Mu Wanyan respectively represented the Mu clan and the head of the Mu family, and went to the inn to see each other off.

On the occasion of parting, the eldest prince said that he would hide the memory of this trip in his heart, expressed his heartfelt thanks to Mu Wanyan for his hospitality, and implicitly expressed a trace of reluctance.

Du Chang stood next to his brother, looking a little sullen, frowning slightly, as if there was some untiring knot. When he said goodbye to Mu Wanyan, he asked him to convey a few words to Bian Yao on his behalf: "There are some things, if you have the opportunity to meet in the future, you will ask him clearly when the time comes." In this regard, Mu Wanyan smiled and nodded in agreement.

The King of Anger stood quietly not far away with his hands in his hands, never saying a word, his expression was cold and indifferent! The originally empty right sleeve gave birth to a new arm at some point. Although the rebirth of a broken arm was a great joy, but the thought of what he had given up for this made him unable to give birth to a trace of joy in his heart.

In the vast ancient forest, there is a mysterious village.

The village's existence has always been known to the outside world, but no one has been able to find it, let alone enter its interior. Because it belongs to the Mu family, it is where the "Mu family" is located!

The Mu family in the mouth of the world actually refers to the clan of the Mu people. The bodies of the people of the Sect Family have the purest blood of the Ancient Mu Clan, they have extremely high cultivation talents, and they also have the strongest strength! Their existence is the foundation for the Mu Clan people to survive and not die!

Night, deep in the ancient forest, the mysterious inner village of the wood tribe.

This place is the core of the Mu people, and even the title of "inner village" is rarely known to outsiders. This is a world isolated from the outside world, with an area of only ten miles, hundreds of pure wooden buildings of different sizes and shapes, roughly built in a wheel-shaped column, one circle after another, with the meaning of protecting each other.

At this time, although it was already night, the sky was glowing with a faint green light, and the stars and moon could not be seen.

There are no buildings in the center of the inner village, only a small pond, and in the center of the pond grows a towering giant tree, the trunk of which is as high as 200 zhang, and the lush green shade almost covers half of the inner village.

Above the pond, the faint swaying leaves emit a faint green light, covering the sparkling water, reflecting dreamlike colors, beautiful and quiet.

There was a man standing by the pond, wearing a lotus-blue pleated skirt, with a blue ribbon tied around his waist, and his long green hair hung down to his waist, and a green leaf was obliquely inserted in his hair.

Suddenly, where the giant tree intersected with the water surface of the pond, there seemed to be a flickering wave, and a figure appeared out of thin air, stepped lightly on the water, and slowly took a step forward, and the person was already on the shore.

Mu Wanyan raised her head, turned to look at the visitor, and called softly: "Father."

The person who came was dressed in green, his posture was fluttering, and his long dark green hair was scattered at will, he was the patriarch of the Mu clan and the head of the Mu family.

Mu Qiangu stared at his daughter, was silent for a few breaths, sighed lightly, and said, "You, you have grown up." ”

After a series of silences, a smile appeared on the corner of Mu Wanyan's mouth, and said, "Father summoned me back to the inner village, what do you order?"

Mu Qiangu put his hands behind his back, looked at his daughter for a long time, and suddenly asked, "How many days of getting along, what do you think of this person who dances alone?"

Mu Wanyan hesitated slightly, and replied seriously: "The eldest prince is gentle and polite, sincere to others, and has a good character, I think he will definitely become a good emperor in the future." ”

Hearing this, Mu Qiangu smiled slightly, and then asked, "Do you have someone in mind?"

The figure of a young man with a negative sword appeared in Mu Wanyan's mind, and after a moment, his complexion changed suddenly, and his gaze wandered for a short time, and then he forced himself to calm down: "My daughter is still young, and she is only practicing wood healing at present, and I haven't thought much about my children's affairs for the time being." ”

Mu Qiangu's eyebrows raised imperceptibly, and he said lightly: "I plan to marry you to Solo Dance, are you willing?"

Mu Wanyan's expression froze, and after pondering for a while, she opened her lips and asked, "Do I have a choice?"

Mu Qiangu avoided his daughter's gaze, turned around slowly, looked up at the towering giant tree above his head, and was silent.

"When you made this decision, were you in the capacity of the patriarch or the father?" Mu Wanyan gritted her teeth lightly, and her tone sounded slightly strange.

"Does the answer to this question matter?"

"It's not important, but for me, it's a big difference, at least the meaning is different!" Mu Wanyan's expression was slightly sad, and her tone was very resolute.

"What's the difference?"

"If it's the former, Mu Wanyan, as a clansman, can't afford to refuse the patriarch's order, and if it's the latter, at least I can use my identity as a daughter to refuse your request!"

In the night, the giant tree was silent, and the fluorescence emitted by the thousands of branches and leaves quietly shone on the shoulders of the father and daughter, as well as the two resolute faces.

"In that case, you should consider it the former. Mu Qiangu's eyes dimmed, but his voice was calm.

"Why? I want to know why?" Mu Wanyan suddenly raised her voice, her face showed unwillingness, and her eyes began to darken and become cold.

"It's all for the sake of Patriarch Mu!" Mu Qiangu's voice was still calm.

After hearing this answer, Mu Wanyan stood there in a daze, her expression seemed to be in a trance, the corners of her lips twitched and twitched, but she couldn't make a single sound.

"Tomorrow you can move back to the inner village, you don't have to go to the valley anymore, you can also practice wood healing here. Mu Qiangu's voice sounded again, and although the tone was light, there was an undoubted meaning.

Mu Wanyan didn't answer, as if she had lost her soul, and fell into endless silence.

"Originally, it was supposed to be your aunt who married into the palace, but there was an accident......," Mu Qiangu said softly, as if he wanted to explain something, and after a pause, he didn't continue.

By the pond, under the ancient trees, there was silence.

After a long time, Mu Wanyan lowered her head, her shoulders began to twitch slightly, and her slightly thin figure was pitiful and pitiful.

In the faint light, a faint sobbing sound sounded, almost inaudible.

Mu Qiangu suddenly turned around, walked slowly to Mu Wanyan, gently took her hand, and said three words simply: "Come with me." ”

Mu Wanyan suddenly raised her head, let the tears fall, but still stubbornly did not say a word, let her father lead her into the pond, stepped on the surface of the water, and walked towards the giant tree.

After approaching, Mu Qiangu suddenly raised his right hand and leaned hard into the body of the tree.

In an instant, a green light flashed away, and the two figures had disappeared under the giant tree.

On the green mountains, the wind is whistling.

Halfway up the mountain, which is more than 1,000 zhang high from the foot of the mountain, the space in front of a certain cliff inexplicably fluctuated imperceptibly, and then two figures appeared.

Facing the cliff, Mu Qiangu sat cross-legged and silently looked at the night in the distance.

Mu Wanyan didn't make a sound, stood in front of the cliff, stunned for a moment, and then slowly sat down on the bluestone ground on one side, put his knees together, put his arms on his knees, and quietly looked at the starry lights that filled the night sky, and let the mountain wind blow the beautiful green hair.

Time goes back, as if returning to a night more than ten years ago.

In her memory, when she was a child, she was hugged in a warm embrace and flew to Tianqing Mountain, and in front of the same cliff, she smiled and sat on her father's lap to watch the starry sky together.

Although she was young at that time, she clearly remembered that the stars were exceptionally bright that night, and the night sky was unusually beautiful! To this day, her memory of her father has always resided in that short but beautiful night, and she is unwilling to leave.

She still clearly remembers that since her father succeeded her as the patriarch, she has been staying on Tianqing Mountain and rarely returns to the inner village. Only when worshipping ancestors every year can I see my father, but my father at that time has become a little strange.

"Will my father sit on the mountain and watch the stars alone?" When she was young, she whispered to herself silently in her heart when she peeked at her father next to her third grandfather.

At some point, the eyes, which had been dried by the night breeze, became damp again, and there were tears that were brighter than the stars.

Such a ruthless and cold father, is he taking himself to review the weak family affection tonight?

The estranged relatives, with a touch of warmth, ignited the remaining warmth in the heart!

She knows that her father never makes decisions lightly, let alone changes the decisions he has made at will, because every decision he makes is not simple and is well thought out!

As a member of the Mu Clan, he should have the consciousness of sacrificing his life, which is a responsibility, especially the daughter of the patriarch.

Since the day he was born, there has been an invisible shackle on his body, and everything that may have been destined for a long time has no chance of happiness in this life after all!

Mu Wanyan pursed her lips, raised her sleeves to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and tried her best to understand her father's decision, but she couldn't forgive her heart!

Understanding a person's distress does not mean that it is necessary to forgive him for the decision he made!

The starlight flickered and dimmed, shining on the father and daughter in front of the cliff, dragging two long shadows on the stone floor.

The wind is getting closer and farther, who is it taking away from everyone's reluctance and concern?

After this night, the memories are unbearable, the family affection is unbearable, and everything will be buried deeply!

(That's it, I'm sleepy, my head is confused, I'm hastily written, and if I'm not satisfied, I'll revise it later when I have time.) I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance!)