From time to time, You Zifang stretched out his hand to soothe Xiao Yu'er's little hand, then turned his head to look at Xiao Hachi, and whispered with a solemn face, "Xiao Hachi, it seems that the Shejiao has invaded the Thousand Changing Mountain, and there should be danger in the future."

Hearing this, Xiao Hachi raised his head and said with the same solemn face, "Shejiao, we have been in contact with Shejiao since we entered the Southern Relic Country, but we don't know that they are Shejiao"

"The Mu Sword Sect is related to us, and we have also experienced the horror of the Shejiao, if the Shejiao really wants to continue to make any trouble, you take Xiaoyu to Bazhou first, and I will stay and help them and then come to you."

"Don't! Don't separate again, danger! The little girl lying on Youzifang's back sensitively heard Hachi's words, and immediately turned her head, looked at Hachi aggrievedly and said.

"It's okay, the last time we separated, didn't I come up to you soon, don't worry" Xiao Hachi comforted, the corners of Xiao Yu'er's mouth twitched, and she was so aggrieved that she was about to cry.

You Zifang looked confused, seemed to be a little worried, and after a while, he said, "Let's act together, even if there is trouble and danger, it is better to stay together to solve it."

"Yes, yes!" Xiao Yu'er echoed desperately.

Xiaoba was silent, he was thinking about danger, he didn't want to implicate them, at least let them go to a safe place in Bazhou to settle down first, he walked in danger all the year round, and he was used to walking on the edge of the cliff, and he could help Mu Ziyu and them a little bit if he stayed.

Unexpectedly, You Zifang and Xiao Yu'er would rather be dangerous than want to stay with themselves, Xiao Ba's heart has quietly undergone some changes, and an inexplicable heat is surging, which makes him feel like never before, is it a feeling of peace of mind? Hachi asked himself in his heart.

Unconsciously, a group of people have climbed to the top of the mountain, between the majestic peaks of the great bank, a number of exquisite and atmospheric buildings are built according to the mountain, high and low staggered, the layers are clear, and the leader of Yishan takes the lead in leading everyone into the mountain gate.

Walking through one building after another, their group attracted the attention of many disciples around them, the disciples of the Direct Injury Sect, all with strange eyes, these gazes made the disciples of the Mu Sword Sect hang their heads very low, and their inferiority complex and sadness filled their hearts, this is the Direct Injury Sect.

They came like this, looking like lost dogs, embarrassed, the eldest Mu Ziyu softly comforted the young boys and girls around him, hoping that they would not bow their heads and raise their heads.

"Didn't Master say it, the place where we are is the Mu Sword Sect, even if there is only the last person left, that is also the location of the Mu Sword Sect, didn't Master come step by step back then?"

Mu Ziyu spoke softly, encouraging these juniors, Yishan, who was the leader, turned his head and smiled awkwardly, he knew that his fellow disciples had some strange eyes, but even as a senior brother, he couldn't make these fellow disciples not do this, at most his eyes swept over.

The disciples of the Direct Injury Sect turned their heads one after another with interest and didn't look at it anymore.

The group walked up the wooden staircase to the most spacious and flat area, where the floor tiles are made of white jade, and there is a quaint building not far away, half-hidden between the mountains and forests and the sea of fog.

Yishan led everyone to the front of the quaint building, and suddenly froze in place, and after a short trance, he immediately saluted respectfully, bent down and said, "Master! The disciples are incompetent, so they can only take refuge with the people of the Mu Sword Sect! In front of him, an old man in a wide white robe was looking at Mu Ziyu and his party.

In the end, his eyes fell on Hachi's body, and scanning up and down made Hachi a little uncomfortable, but after all, this is someone's territory, and it can only be so.

The old man twisted his beard lightly, his deep eyes flickered slightly, a complex color appeared on his face full of ravines, and he said in a low voice, "Mu Zuolin, Mu Zuolin, Mu Zuolin"

Three times in a row, he recited Sect Master Mu's name, and then let out a long sigh and slowly said "Hey"

The old man turned around, shook his wide robe, and strode into the building, Yishan's face was solemn, and he immediately turned his head and said a few words to Mu Ziyu, and led everyone to follow.

In an antique tea room, the long table is enough to accommodate more than a dozen people, everyone sits side by side in front of the long table, at the end of the long table, the old man sits upright, and his left hand sits on Yishan, Yishan is respectfully whispering something to the old man, and tells the situation to the old man truthfully.

Listen up.

The old man's deep eyes began to drift.

He said in a somewhat dull tone.

"Mu Zuolin and I have known each other for many years, and we are both old guys."

"We are friends and enemies, not close friends, not enemies, so many years, his temper has not changed at all, such a situation, did not say to ask me to help"

The old man ignored everyone, his eyes wandered, and he spoke to himself.

"I can let you disciples come to take refuge, it means that the situation has reached the worst time, he treats you disciples as a treasure on weekdays, where is he willing to send it to other people's mountain gates"

Speaking of this, many of the disciples of the Mu Sword Sect had sour noses, their heads bowed, and crystal tears dripping down their heads, and everyone couldn't help but cry and weep silently.

"You have all come here, I think the dust should have settled, my old bones are really itchy, he Mu Zuolin is free and easy, come and go very freely, but I am tied up, how many years have I been here"

"I can't imagine that our four sects of the Thousand Variations Mountain will be reduced to the point of cannibalism, it's sad and pathetic!" The old man was distressed and his face was ugly.

"Shedding! Thousand Blades Sect! My old bones, it's time for the activity" The old man's face turned pale, and he stood up, his aura unabashedly outward, and the strong aura impacted the entire tea room.

The teacups on the table shook, and the elegant bottles and cans in the room all swayed, and the old man's aura was already the limit of the transformation realm, which was much deeper than the peak of the transformation realm.

Everyone present was moved, the old man, who was as calm as an old tree just now, suddenly released his aura, and his momentum was heroic, like an iron-blooded general who was about to go to the battlefield.

"Master! What are you? Yishan exclaimed, with his understanding of his master, he had never seen his master lose his temper like this, let alone in front of so many outsiders.

"Yishan, settle them down, let them live with me, and avoid unnecessary misunderstandings" The old man's tone was majestic, and he dropped this sentence, and his body floated like white smoke.

Left the tearoom in an instant, leaving a group of people in the tearoom, looking at Yishan with strange eyes, wanting to hear how he arranged, "If you don't dislike it, just stay here, Master's attic is very big, I'll take you to the side courtyard to live" Yishan smiled awkwardly, stood up and said.