Thirty years of ups and downs have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the following years, the Savage King witnessed the rise and fall of the Mu family, with newcomers rising and veterans withering, and the overall progress can only be said to be steady and steady.

After all, even the big forces have been impacted, and the strong have either withered or soared, and such a small family will naturally be affected.

"Haven't you heard back yet?"

In the courtyard of the Mu family, Mu Wuxin was lying on a chair, his body was shaking, looking at the girl who entered the door, his tone was normal.

Half a year ago, when Mu Xiaoxiao, the elder of the four veins, took his clan out, he encountered a demon tide, and although he escaped with a broken arm, he was also seriously injured, and he died half a month ago.

This is what happened when the Savage King was out.

When he came back, he immediately went to find out the source of the Demon Sea Tide, and learned that it was caused by the main hunting of the Heavenly Demon Bat King in a small city thousands of miles away.

In a fit of rage, he smashed half of the palace, although it caused the dissatisfaction of Yuhua Immortal, but after learning the reason, he thought of Mu Qing's temperament again, so he simply didn't ask anymore.

The girl at the door looks handsome, wearing a green shirt and long skirt, and she looks very beautiful when she dresses up a little.

She was holding a thick stack of letters in her hand, there were many people, but none of them came from the Martial Arts Sect, and she still didn't know where that place was.

For so many years, she only knew that her father was waiting for someone's reply, but the other party seemed to not exist at all, and there was no news at all.

Not only him, but it seems that many people in the Mu family are the same, they.... Who the hell are you waiting for?

The girl thought in her heart, looked at Mu Wuxin's eyes, and slowly shook her head: "Not today." ”

Before the words fell, she said again: "I'm going to find my mother." ”

Mu Wuxin sighed, looked at the sky, and said nothing.

When the general trend fell, the strength of many monks had attenuated to varying degrees, as if everyone's realm had shrunk down a step.

On the other hand, the same is true for Shou Yuan, if he doesn't deliberately maintain his appearance, even the Dan Infant Monk will show a tired and old appearance.

Most of the older generations who are now supporting the Mu family are already in their fifties, and the shackles of cultivation have made their longevity stop, slowly moving towards death, and it has become the fate of all monks again.

The Savage King sat on the roof, looked at Mu Wuxin on the recliner, and said, "Those older than you are fighting outside, and those younger than you are trying to improve, but it's you, how do you feel like you're resigned to your fate?" ”

In just a few years, Mu Wuxin, who grew up, no longer had the spirit of the year, nor did he have the mentality of being fearless of everything, he became timid, thought a lot about one thing, and finally missed the opportunity.

"That's how I have been in my life, you don't have to worry about it, your cultivation is strong, your longevity is unlimited, and you live longer than the stars in the nine heavens."

Mu Wuxin raised his head and took a big sip of liquor, and the rich aroma of wine instantly dispersed, splashing on his body, he didn't care, got up and trembled, grabbed the wine jar and left.

Before leaving, he paused for a moment at the door, made a low sound in his throat, chewed the words to his lips several times, and finally swallowed them back.

At the end of December of the same year, Mu Wuxin sent his last letter to the martial arts gate and was found hanging from the inner room.

When the news reached Mu Ling's ears, she felt that the sky had fallen, and her whole person seemed to be a hundred years old, and the white hair on her sideburns grew wildly overnight, extending to the back of her head.

Mu Yatou and Mu Wuxin's wife had gloomy eyes, hugging their heads and crying in the mourning hall.

On that day, the Mu family was exceptionally quiet for the first time, so quiet that women could be heard crying outside the eight houses.

The savage king held the coffin, and on the day of the funeral, he was buried with an expressionless face, and behind him was the Mu family, white paper was flying, the woman was crying, and the whole Mujia town was full of white silk to see him off.

"It was fine a few days ago, how can you say that it's gone?" The stall owner of the street vendor sighed helplessly and bowed to the coffin.

He had been taken care of by Mu Wuxin before, and he remembered it in his heart, he sent away the diners, took the white silk from the Mu family, and silently joined the send-off team.

More and more people took the initiative to step forward, and some people chanted the scriptures, hoping that Mu Wuxin would no longer suffer from sins below, reincarnate as a rich and noble person in the next life, enjoy the prosperity of the world, and see the scenery of mountains and rivers.

Mu Ling sat in front of Mu Wuxin's grave for a few days, and her husband came, taking Mu Yatou, the only granddaughter.

However, she was indifferent.

During this period, Mu Bai also came, but he didn't say anything, just incense for Mu Wuxin, and then left silently.

"He's trapped in his demons, maybe..... Mu Gongzi's approach is wrong, or ours is wrong. ”

The Savage King came with a jar of wine, this is Mu Wuxin's favorite drink, and it is also the leftover, put it in the wine cellar, put it in a wooden box, and said that he would wait for Mu Qing to come back and drink it together, but he would never have a chance again.

"What do you mean?" Mu Ling looked at him with some puzzlement.

Sighing, the Savage King sat on the stone bench next to him, and the moment he slapped the mud seal, the aroma of wine was instantly pounced.

He poured half of the jar in front of the grave and told him about Mu Qing's return, but unfortunately the old man who knew about it was gone.

After speaking, he looked at Mu Yan's old grave not far away.

Back then, Mu Wuxin and Mu Yan both mentioned this matter, and Mu Qing came back secretly, decades ago.

When she learned about this, Mu Ling's thoughts were instantly pulled back to back then, when Mu Wuxin was still very young and liked to go to the ancestral house alone, and for a while, he was very eccentric.

That time it was..... She pondered.

"Mu family Xiaobi." The Savage King drank the spirits, raised his hand to wipe off the wine dripping from his beard, and let out a breath of air, which was extremely comfortable.

Mu Ling fell into a brief silence and asked calmly, "Why didn't he show up?" ”

"Who knows?" The Savage King shook his head, he only knew part of this matter, but he didn't know the whole picture, and if he wanted to speculate on Mu Qing, it was not that simple.

At the beginning of spring next year, it seemed that everything had recovered, but Mu Ling never came out.

This year, Mu Bai chose to abdicate, and he elected a new junior to take office, and the whole family unanimously passed it, so he retired.

Not long after, the elders of the other veins also left their posts.

A new generation begins to take over, growing up in glory, but doomed to an end.

This is what the Savage King really can see.

The world has changed greatly, and there will only be fewer and fewer people in the Mu family who can carry the banner.

Maybe one day, this world will become the era of martial artists.

At that time, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, holding the sun and moon in hand, and stepping on the stars were destined to become myths and legends, and only a few superficial alchemy books were circulated.

The Savage King set out for the Martial Dao Gate alone that night, and there was no news from Mu Qing for too long, although he knew that the time had not come, he wanted to know how it was going.

However, not long after he left, a huge black hand was quietly approaching Mujia Town.

This catastrophe, like a fire, is already poised to erupt.