"I didn't know how big this world was when I went around outside, and if I continued to be a frog at the bottom of the well, I might lose my life one day and I don't know why." The world is so big and dangerous that the only way out is to become stronger.

Zi Lao squinted his eyes and looked at the girl whose tone suddenly became heavy complicated, it seems that she must have encountered something outside to be like this, just since the girl didn't want to say more, he didn't ask.

"Hehe, the master's cultivation room, you just have to use it, with a hard-working apprentice like you, it's too late to be happy for the master." Zi Lao smiled and handed over a key.

The purple ring space prepared a large amount of food and drink, and Murong Su didn't need to prepare anything else, so he went directly to the cultivation room with Zi Lao.

Zi Lao explained a few times, retreated to the stone gate, watched the stone gate fall little by little, and slammed to the ground, isolating himself from the outside.

"Elder Zi, I heard that Brother Xu is back." When Zi Lao returned to the double hall, the people in the east courtyard, led by Zhang Qiang, rushed in from outside the hall, all with happy faces.

"Yes, Zi Lao, where is Brother Xu going now, the big guy hasn't seen him for a long time, I miss him." Bai Jing asked expectantly, since Brother Xu moved out of the East Courtyard, the contact between them has become less and less.

"Retreat!" Zi Lao glanced at them and spit out two words lightly.

Zhang Qiang and the others returned disappointed, stepped out of the double hall with the front foot, and the people from the double special team on the back foot arrived and also asked about Murong Su.

"Okay, you all one by one, if you are bored, go to retreat, don't wander around if you have nothing to do." Zi Lao waved his hand, one by one, they all came to ask him about the girl, and when he heard about the retreat, his face became bad, as if he deliberately let the girl not see them.

Zi Lao sent everyone away and went back to the Eightfold Palace, the girl was in retreat, but he still hid and went quietly, saving these guys from coming to the door for a day or two.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and in a blink of an eye, it is three years later.

Murong Su's retreat was three years, and not only the people in the Eastern Courtyard and the special group were anxious, but even Zi Lao, who was hiding in the Eightfold Palace, was not calm.

Three years, his precious apprentice is in retreat for three years, can you not worry him?

"You say, how long will it take for Brother Xu to get out of the customs?" Bai Jing supported his chin with his hands and looked at the scenery in the courtyard boredly.

They waited until spring went to winter, winter went to spring, and the earth recovered, but they still didn't see Brother Xu out of the customs.

"Don't ask, practice hard, and you'll get out of the customs when it's time to get out." Zhang Qiang was also annoyed by his question, and directly dismissed Zi Lao's words.

On the continent outside the Zidian Palace, a mercenary team is thriving, growing at an extremely fast speed, and gradually becoming quite famous in the mercenary world.

The most special thing about this mercenary team is that it is led by a Dan, which was originally composed of more than a dozen Dan, and at the beginning, many mercenaries who joined the group went to those dozen Dans, and after several excellent tasks in a row, they attracted a lot of admiration.

Up to now, this mercenary team has grown to more than a thousand people, and the leader of the team claims to be the deputy leader, and the real leader of this mercenary team has never appeared, and it is rumored to be extremely mysterious.

In three years, a lot of things have changed, and many have not changed.

Just like the four masters of Mu Lao are concerned and worried about Murong Su.

Mu Lao and Bai Lao stood on the seventh floor of the Liandantang Alchemy Tower, looking at the road in front of Liandantang condescendingly through the window, three years, their precious apprentices, as soon as they left, they didn't even reply to the slightest news.

No pop-ups