At night, Mu Fan slept soundly, and he didn't know what dreams he had, but he lay a lot of saliva.

The candles flickered in the room, the incense burners burned with spices, and the smoke turned purple in the candlelight. Everything is so quiet and beautiful, as if the big things in Huikong's mouth are still far away.

It's a pity that the image can only be the image, and a large number of monks rushed out from the ancestral court of Chunyang Temple. With lanterns in their hands, these monks scattered out of the ancestral court and rushed in all directions.

Mu Fan rolled over, still asleep. The saliva is stretched and finally broken!

"Wake up, ...... quickly"

A loud roar echoed in the silent night sky, and the dark mountain stream echoed with echoes.

Mu Fan was woken up by this voice, and he summoned the flying sword, his right hand clenched tightly, and his left hand held the skull mask. It's better to lose your mind than to die, and Huikong is there, and he will help him tear it off.

He still maintained the same sleeping position as before, but put his hands under the quilt to hide the weapons in his hands.

A fire lit up outside the courtyard, and then someone started knocking on the door.

Mu Fan heard the knock on the door, but did not open the door, feeling a little nervous.

Not long after, the sound of the courtyard door being opened reached Mu Fan's ears, and then Master Huikong's voice said, "Amitabha." ”

Mu Fan didn't dare to relax and listened to the voice coming from the gate of the courtyard.

"Master, you have to be careful, dead!"

"Thank you for the reminder, I don't know who died?"

"Xuanmen, alas...... The death was terrible. ”

"Who is from Xuanmen?"

"It's not clear, we only got a notification that a more important person died." The voice gradually became a little impatient, "We still have to inform the others, we have to take our leave first, the master should pay more attention to safety." ”

Mu Fan breathed a sigh of relief, it was the people of Xuanmen who died.

The big thing starts tonight!

Now that the mountain gate of Chunyang Temple is closed, no matter who the monks in the temple want to attack, it is not a matter of catching them and killing one by one!

When the strength reaches the atrium realm, as long as you rest a little and wake up. was tossed by Chunyang Temple like this, and suddenly fell asleep.

Mu Fan looked up at the bed board and said secretly: "The first person died, who is next?" ”

The candle flame flickered, and the shadow of the bed was reflected on the quilt, as if someone had come.

Mu Fan swung his sword and slashed at the head of the bed, and a sound of metal intersecting sounded.

"Don't do it, it's me." Hu Junge sat down on a chair and said, "Your reflexes are good, it seems that there is no big problem with your legs." ”

"You scared me to death, and you came quietly, so I thought someone was going to kill me." Mu Fan put down the flying sword, and a layer of mist appeared on his forehead.

Hu Junge didn't defend either, "Tell me, is someone doing something?" ”

"Why did the eldest brother say this?"

"The scriptures were lost, the gates were closed, and now the dogs were beaten. At this time, if I haven't reacted, I don't deserve to be your big brother. Hu Junge paused, "There must be a lot of people who react now." ”

Mu Fan said: "Big brother's words are true, but how do I know what happened." ”

"If it's okay, it's the same telling us to be careful, why does Master Huikong divide it three times." Hu Junge said: "I rarely forced you to ask you before, but this time I really want to know." ”

Mu Fan pondered for a moment and said, "You should know my identity." ”

"Almost, you didn't deliberately hide it, it's not difficult to guess."

"I won't hide this kind of problem from you, so why should I hide it from you about Chunyang Temple." Mu Fan said sincerely: "I know very little, and I must not tell you this." ”

He sighed: "Big brother, can you understand me?" ”

Hu Junge leaned back in his chair and said, "This time, one of the people from the Xuanmen Sect is my enemy, and I originally wanted to do it myself in the future. ”

"Big brother knows who I am, but I don't know anything about big brother."

Hu Junge said with a smile: "It's similar to you worshipping under the master's door, I was also instructed by others, so I specially worshiped under the master's door." ”

Mu Fan stood up on the pillow, leaned against it, and said, "I thought that what Master valued was your toughness. ”

"Resilience is one of them, and we are arranged to be brothers."

Mu Fan was only slightly surprised, and Hu Junge smiled when he saw this: "You are mentally prepared." ”

"A little." Mu Fan remembered that when Song Changgeng measured his top talent, he wondered at that time whether Song Changgeng was arranged by his family.

Hu Junge smiled: "I believe that those who brought us together are definitely not because of bad taste, not because they think it is so funny." ”

"We have a common enemy."

"Yes, Master has kept a low profile for so many years, and obviously he has not been idle."

Mu Fan said: "You know my roots, I believe in you, and I won't force you." I waited for the day when you yourself would tell me who you really are. ”

Hu Junge put away his sword and said: "Until now, I don't know the origin of Chang Geng, you have been with him for a long time, do you know his roots?" ”

"He doesn't have any roots, he's really a dart game. But I didn't expect him to be so talented. Mu Fan told the truth.

Hu Junge got up to leave, and when he opened the door, he paused, "Your sword is faster than when you lit incense." ”

"You can keep up, it's a lot faster."

Hu Junge flashed and disappeared into the night.

Mu Fan leaned on the pillow, and there was a commotion in his ears from time to time, and the monks of Chunyang Temple were still informing him about it everywhere.

In Mu Fan's opinion, eighty percent of the deaths of the Xuanmen people were caused by Jueyuan and Jue Zhi. Do these monks who are informing everywhere know about this or don't they know?

Shaking his head helplessly, he stretched hard. The muscles and bones are stretched and very comfortable.

Unable to sleep, he thought about the past. Home is always a harbor, and those who leave home know it. Some people don't miss home, not because they don't want to, but because they know that home is there and won't disappear.

Mu Fan is different from these lucky people, where is his home exactly? He couldn't find it, not even a message.

In the candlelight, his face was bright and dark, as if he was in a mood at the moment.

The noise outside the courtyard grew louder and louder, and the news of the death of the people in the Xuanmen continued to spread, and at the same time, all kinds of rumors began to fly.

Some rumors were spread by the Xuanmen that the Chunyang Temple intended to get rid of all the people who were currently in the temple. They hope to unite the forces of other sects, although this is the base camp of Chunyang Temple, as long as Xuanmen unites with other sects, they will definitely be able to force Chunyang Temple to open the mountain gate.

More rumors are that someone in the Xuanmen stole the "Pure Anode Change", and everyone couldn't leave, and the Xuanmen was the culprit.

The power of rumors is powerful, people are terrible, and rumors can kill people, even many, many people.

The night was filled with confusion and unease, and it was impossible for most people to know the truth. They instinctively fear and choose to follow the rumors.

Under the weight of death, many people choose to believe rumors, or subconsciously believe rumors, and this is exactly what rumor-mongers expect.