Fu Yi arranged Qin Xiuzi's speech, and the amount of words he spit out was almost as big as what Mu Chen could say in a day.

After all, Mu Chen grew up in a fishing village, and he had almost no playmates of the same age as him, and he devoted himself to chopping wood and practicing swordsmanship in the mountains, so his ability to communicate with people was much weaker than Fu Yi.

But Mu Chen was thinking about something else, and he was worried about Qin Xiuzi's reluctance to respond positively.

He also knew that Qin Xiuzi still had a lot of things to hide from him, but he didn't know how to make this old Taoist priest speak, so he could only follow Fu Yi to a row of bamboo houses, greet the disciples of the Bamboo Sword Hall, and continue to listen to Fu Yi chatter in his ear about the daily life trajectory of the disciples of the Bamboo Sword Hall.

For example, how to walk to see the kitchen, where to fetch water, and where the library is located.

"You have a good rest these days, and when the bad old man finishes dealing with the affairs of the sect, you can officially worship in the Bamboo Sword Hall, and then Senior Brother Wei Min will help you find a place of your own in the back mountain. ”

"In the future, you can cultivate and practice swords there, and you will be very pure and free......"

With the help of Fu Yi, Mu Chen randomly chose a remote bamboo house as his residence.

The decoration in the bamboo house is simple and ordinary, but it is very spacious and bright, and it is much more exquisite and atmospheric than the thatched house of Mu Chen's house, but the interior is simple, only bamboo curtains and bamboo benches.

Fu Yi took out the pastries wrapped in paper bags from his arms and put them in the emerald porcelain plate next to Mu Chen's bed.

By the time Fu Yi felt that he had explained most of the things properly, it was already dark.

The bright moon rises and hangs in the sky.

Mu Chen had never watched the moon on such a high mountaintop, and he felt that this moon disk was much brighter than he had seen before, Fu Yi had already left, leaving Mu Chen to sit alone in front of the bamboo house.

In the dark night, only the moonlight sprinkled in front of the still-lit meditation hall, and the two figures swayed through the white paper window, which was quite strange.

Mu Chen looked at the strange place that was going to be with him for a long time, the courtyard was not large, the bamboo growing randomly, the cobblestone path, and the green grass on both sides.

The night breeze blew, the bamboo leaves shook gently, and a unique fragrance in the forest came, slowly soothing Mu Chen's melancholy mood.

He put away his mind and was about to go back to his room to sleep, thinking that tomorrow when he saw Qin Xiuzi, he would definitely ask a few more questions that he had deliberately avoided, but he saw an emerald green sword light crashing into him from the sky.

Suddenly, the light exploded, and the dust flew.

When all the dust cleared, Mu Chen saw Zhang Weimin, who was dressed in green clothes, coming back from the bottom of the mountain, his face was ruddy, his clothes were fluttering, and he was still carrying a black jade porcelain wine gourd in his hand.

Zhang Weimin burped his forehead and staggered back the fairy sword.

"Senior Brother Wei Min!"

Mu Chen hurriedly caught up, Zhang Weimin looked left and right in confusion, and looked down to see Mu Chen under his eyes.

"Oh, Senior Brother Mu, it's you, why, why haven't you rested so late?"

"By the way, Qian, don't tell Master that you bumped into me drinking......

"Today, I am happy to play the piano with Brother Taibai, and I will come back later, so I won't delay my cultivation and ......."

Mu Chen answered, sent Zhang Weimin back to his residence, and suddenly remembered something.

"Senior Brother Wei Min, why did you choose to ask for immortals?"

Zhang Weimin slowly sat on the steps of the door with the help of the bamboo wall, shook his head and thought seriously for a long time, and slowly spoke.

"I don't remember much about my childhood......"

"I vaguely remember that there was an epidemic in Shu in those years, and the epidemic broke out, and the master went down the mountain to save the disaster, as if he saw me from a group of orphans and thought I was suitable for cultivating the Dao?"

"Yes, he said that I am suitable for cultivation, so I brought it back to the mountain......

"I see, that's why they said that Senior Brother Wei Min is not here. ”

Only then did Mu Chen understand why the disciples of the Bamboo Sword Hall seemed to be leisurely.

It seems that only he made an oath to take the common people as his own responsibility when he entered the Dao, and when he thought about the quiet and peaceful life of these people, he felt that he was not qualified to accuse Qin Xiuzi of not thinking about the world.

Zhang Weimin didn't know what Mu Chen was thinking, and patted Mu Chen's head with a smile.

"But I, I'm still very grateful to Master Qin Xiuzi for saving me up the mountain back then, otherwise I wouldn't have survived today, let alone have a good time with and my confidant. ”

Saying that, Zhang Weimin burped again, and all the wine breathed on Mu Chen's face, and Mu Chen hurriedly covered his nose.

"Senior Brother Wei Min, I am familiar with the environment in the sect today, why haven't I seen anyone, is there very few disciples in the Bamboo Sword Hall?"

Zhang Weimin laughed and shook his head.

"You are observing, but carefully, don't look at our Zhujian Hall is one of the seventy-two sects, in fact, the scope of the management is very small, only two counties and one county and twenty-eight villages in Shuzhong. ”

"Root, according to the agreement between the sects, there are no special circumstances, the sect is not allowed to cross the border to accept disciples without permission, and the people who are born with a Taoist fate are one in a thousand, so our bamboo and bamboo sword hall talents are withered, and there is no successor ......"

Mu Chen nodded, he knew that the power of the seventy-two sects on the land of Shenzhou was strong and weak, although the monks were powerful, they could kill demons and eliminate demons, practice the law and cultivate themselves, but the land of Shenzhou also had its own dynasty, and the monks would not interfere in worldly affairs.

Therefore, the jurisdiction of the sect that Zhang Weimin said at the moment is the scope of the disciples of the Bamboo Sword Hall who patrol and hunt monsters and fierce beasts on weekdays, protect the peace of the people, and collect money from the people to worship incense.

Due to drunkenness, Zhang Weimin couldn't continue to speak with his head on his back before he finished speaking, and it seemed that he had drunk a lot.

He suddenly got up and ran to the bamboo forest, holding an innocent bamboo with the thickness of a bowl and vomiting, and after vomiting, he kept nodding and apologizing to the bamboo, saying something confusing.

"Zhuzhu, I'm sorry for you, I'll never spit on you next time......"

Mu Chen went to help him smooth out, and then he helped him back to the room to lie down, and then returned to his house.

He closed the door and sat in front of the bamboo table for a while, holding the purse-sized bag his mother had left for him, as if he had something in his heart.

Thinking about his coming to Zhujian Hall again, he felt that this place might not be suitable for him, so he packed up his clothes, blew out the lights, and lay on the bed, I don't know how long it had been, and fell asleep in a daze.

......

"Ah——!h

In the bamboo house, Mu Chen screamed suddenly, got up from the bed, and gasped heavily, his body covered in cold sweat.

He had just woken up from a nightmare, in which Mu Chen dreamed that Wu Shi and Mu Mao had their backs to him, and he wanted to reach out and grab them, but the back quickly moved away, leaving Mu Chen alone in a dark cave.

He cried out in his throat, but no one looked back at him, only ferocious beasts lurking around him, as if waiting for an opportunity to bite him to pieces.

He sat on the bed for a long time before he gradually calmed down, and his breathing returned to normal, when suddenly there was a 'squeak', Mu Chen was suddenly frightened again, and picked up something from his hand and threw it to the door, but it was a square pastry!

Only then did Mu Chen realize what he had done, and hurriedly shouted.

"Be careful, get out of the way!"