"It's just that for some reason, Daddy said that I can't let people know about my sword cultivation casually, isn't it that I practice sword cultivation to fight against the beasts in the future?"

As he spoke, Mu Chen took off the woodcutter on his waist and slashed a few times in the air, venting the anger in his heart.

The hot wind mixed with the yellow sand blew, the hot sun roasted his face, he slashed a few times, then looked left and right, saw that there was no one around, suddenly put down the firewood behind him, and pulled out a slender branch from the full of dead branches.

He pulled out the dead branch and no longer swung it indiscriminately, but stabbed the only living ancient tree in the village with his sword.

Although he used the branch as a sword, Mu Chen's momentum did not decrease at all, and the speed of this move was very fast, and even the dead leaves were brought up by this small figure.

His face was full of determination, carefully recalling the one hundred and eight sword moves, and the withered branches were dancing faster and faster in his hands.......

The wind blew through the loess land again, and the cloth clothes shuttled back and forth in the wind, accompanied by the momentum of Changhong, stepping on the branches of ancient trees, stepping on the top of ancient trees, and making sword moves from top to bottom, rolling up the sand and dust in the sky.

It's just that this withered branch is not a real sword after all, and when Mu Chen used this trick to fall from the sky, the wooden branch touched the ground and snapped.

Mu Chen saw that the wooden branch was broken, so he quickly slapped the ground with his palm and turned over and fell, sighing a mouthful of turbidity that did not fit his age, and felt extremely bored in his heart.

He threw away the broken branch in his hand and regained his mind, picked up the basket on the ground again, and planned to go home.

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of unexplained and sparse applause behind Mu Chen.

"Good, good trick from the sky!"

Kid, you dance this sword much better than me, how old are you this year, how much practice this swordsmanship?"

Mu Chen turned his head suddenly, and saw an old cultivator with a mustache under his nose and a green robe standing under the thatched eaves not far behind him.

And beside this old monk, there was also a red-clothed young man with a very stinky face, who looked a few years older than Mu Chen.

Mu Chen was shocked in his heart, just now he had already checked that no one was nearby, so he dared to play the sword here, when did these two notice him?

He tried to suppress his surprise, and then looked closely at the dress of the mustachioed monk, and saw that it was very similar to the monk he had just seen in the mountains, but it was not the same.

He wasn't sure what the two odd men were doing, so he quietly took two steps back.

"Who are you and what are you doing in Wuyu Village?"

Who knew that this mustache did not answer Mu Chen's words, but walked in front of Mu Chen in three or two steps.

He directly pressed the back of Mu Chen's neck, pinched it all the way down his spine and muscles, and only let go after a long time, touching his mustache with his right hand.

"Gifted and intelligent, with excellent roots. ”

The old Taoist priest grabbed Mu Chen's left wrist again, and called his pulse like a Jianghu Langzhong, Mu Chen wanted to break free, but for some reason, although this mustache didn't use a lot of force, just a light grab, he couldn't move.

The man's muttering came again.

"The innate spiritual energy is abundant, it is a good material for cultivating the Dao, if you cultivate it carefully and strengthen the Dao heart, you may be able to enter the Dao in thirty years. ”

Mu Chen couldn't understand this person's words, and he was anxious.

"Who are you, let me go quickly, or I'm going to call someone!"

The old Taoist priest finally let go of Mu Chen's wrist, laughed, bowed slightly to Mu Chen, hugged his hands in front of his abdomen, and performed the most common Taoist salute from the bottom up.

"Little doll don't be nervous, we are not bad people, we just came to Wuyu Village to look for people. ”

"By the way, although what you just said is interesting, you can't talk nonsense in the future, if those people listen to it, I'm afraid that you will get into big trouble. ”

Mu Chen was even more surprised in his heart, it turned out that these two people had been there since he said bad things about those cultivators, but since he didn't trouble himself because of those words, did it mean that these two people and those monks were not all the way?

He was already sure that they were not ordinary people, otherwise how could this old Taoist appear quietly and say so many strange things to himself?

Just as Mu Chen was thinking, the monk asked again:

"Children, may I ask if there is a family surnamed Mu in your village, there are three people in the family, the hostess is surnamed Wu, and the male owner is not at home at this time, but went to Donglai. ”

When Mu Chen heard this, his eyes widened instantly, and the red-clothed kid next to him still had a stinky face, as if someone owed him hundreds of dollars, and asked unceremoniously.

"Hey, you kid, my master asked you, are you deaf or dumb, you don't know how to answer, I tell you, don't think that my master is a bad old man, you can ignore it, don't know how to be polite!"

Mu Chen frowned, facing the questioning and repulsive gaze of the boy in red, he didn't know how to speak for a while, and the old monk shook his head again and again when he saw this, and turned around to reprimand.

"Yi'er, don't shut up yet, do you want to copy the precepts of the sect again!"

The red-clothed boy pursed his lips and snorted, no longer speaking, the monk nodded slightly apologetically to Mu Chen, and spoke again:

"Little friend, forgive me for taking the liberty of guessing, if I am not mistaken, your surname is Mu, right?"

"Actually, I know this swordsmanship, you don't have to be surprised, I came this time because Mu Mao meant, he encountered some trouble, so I specially asked me to come to find your mother and son......"

"You, you know my father, you are my father's friend!"

After hearing Mu Mao's words, Mu Chen's eyes suddenly rose with joy and excitement.

It's just that Mu Mao has been away from home for two years, and occasionally sent back letters in the first few months, but for more than a year, Mu Chen and Wu Shi have not received any news from Mu Mao.

At this time, Lao Dao said that he was sent by Mu Mao, Mu Chen was overjoyed, and he couldn't wait to tell his mother the good news immediately!

"Do you really know Daddy?"

"So what's my dad's trouble with now, and when will he come home?"

Mu Chen asked him anxiously, he couldn't care about anything.

And his excitement and anxiety are not just because of himself, Daddy has been away from home for a long time and has not heard from him, and Auntie is worried about it every day, and he is about to get a heart disease, which is why he is so anxious to know Mu Mao's whereabouts.

"Ah, yes, we don't just know each other, we know each other very well, but if you want to talk about it, it was decades ago......"

The monk was thoughtful, but what he was thinking of was another graceful, independent and peerless figure, and the old man's face unconsciously flushed a little red, so he inadvertently opened his mouth and stayed for two seconds......

The red-clothed young man behind him hurriedly pulled at the placket of his clothes.

"Hey, hey, old man, pay attention to your image, saliva is dripping to the ground, is it true that you can't control your daily behavior when you are old. ”

"I said, Master, are you about to get Alzheimer's?"