The distance from Bayi County, where Zhujian Hall is located, to Qiucheng is not close, so it takes seven days to say more, and five days to say less.

Fortunately, Mu Chen traveled with a sword along the way, and his speed was not slow, but he had not gone down the mountain for so many years, nor was he in a hurry, and he also walked around the green mountains to see if there were any treasures that had been missed.

However, these mountains are not to mention the treasures of the aura of heaven and earth, even the yellow essence and mountain ginseng have already been dug up, so there is nothing worth looking for.

The only thing worth noting is that whenever he takes back his bamboo sword and steps on the ground, he vaguely feels like he is being watched by something.

But if Mu Chen let go of his spiritual sense and looked around, he couldn't find anything.

"Could it be that those people have been guarding near the Bamboo Sword Hall, waiting for me to come down the mountain?"

Mu Chen suspected that the ghost-faced man who died on the bamboo mountain four years ago might have left a clue so that his accomplices could deduce that he was hiding in the Bamboo Sword Hall, and there seemed to be a strong hatred in the eyes of this surveillance, which was unsettling.

Mu Chen thought about it, and he didn't know when he did what people hated, and the most likely inference was that those people wanted to avenge the ghost-faced man, so they attributed the ghost-faced man's death to himself.

Fortunately, this feeling disappeared after entering a small county town on the border of Shuzhong, but Mu Chen did not let his guard down.

The red sun is dyeing the clouds, and the sky is getting dark.

After a long day of traveling, Mu Cheng felt a little hungry, he found an inn in Yucheng County, and found that the inn was not large, and he booked a guest room, so he came to the hall to eat alone.

There were five or six wooden tables in the hall, and less than half of them were seated.

Mu Chen called Xiao Er and ordered two stir-fried vegetables and steamed buns casually, feeling that the life qi in his body was also stronger.

He looked at the bustling scene outside the door, smiled and shook his head, and even felt a little nostalgic for his childhood.

The fried mountain mushrooms and cold persimmons had just been served, Mu Chen put this piece of persimmon to his mouth, and suddenly a loud noise came from behind him, Mu Chen's arm shook, and the persimmon fell to the ground.

Before he could clip another piece, a female voice came from a big table next door, the voice was sharp and harsh, and even Mu Chen frowned unconsciously.

"Little Er!"

"What kind of food are you cooking in this store, didn't you just say that you should serve all the best food in your store?"

"It's all cabbage and turnips, and you're a rabbit or a donkey!"

Mu Chen turned his head to look and saw seven people sitting at the big table, all of whom were women wearing lilac Luo Yi long skirts, and the skirts were embroidered with special moire.

The women were also wearing hats and veils, so they couldn't see clearly, but their exposed skin was very white.

Only a woman in a long dress of tender color sat indifferently among the crowds, seemingly keeping a faint distance from everyone.

The woman who spoke was also wearing a hat veil, and her voice was not very old, with some exotic accents, which was really not small.

Looking at the Qiankun bags they wore on their waists, Mu Chen knew that they were also the people who cultivated immortals and asked, but this place was still under the jurisdiction of the Bamboo Sword Sect, and it was indeed a little inappropriate for these people to pass by but not take the initiative to inform the Bamboo Sword Hall.

Thinking of this, he remembered what his uncle Xuan Qingzi said about the Demon Sect before leaving, and Mu Chen paid more attention to these people.

Facing the imposing woman in purple, the shopkeeper could only laugh again and again.

"This guest officer, I'm really sorry, the small shop has brought the best things in the kitchen to entertain you, although there have been no major disasters in the past few years, but our Shuzhong is not a rich place......

"Hmph, it's really a poor country, and even the food is so poor, if it weren't for the palace master's order, I wouldn't have stepped into this place even half a step. ”

The woman in purple snorted coldly, glanced at her companion who was also full of arrogance in her eyes, and finally sat back, and the shopkeeper glanced at him when she passed by Mu Chen's table, Mu Chen saw the helplessness in his eyes, and smiled at him in return.

It's naturally good that nothing happens, but if they get an inch more, Mu Chen can't sit idly by.

Fortunately, the woman in the tender dress took the initiative to pick up the dishes and chopsticks, took a bite, and said that it tasted good, and the rest of the women began to eat suspiciously.

After dinner, Mu Chen returned to his residence.

It had already passed, but he was still puzzled as to why these women were here, and for some reason, he felt uneasy, as if he had forgotten something very important.

He lay on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, and it was not until midnight that he finally fell asleep in a daze.

Suddenly, Mu Chen dreamed of the scene of his mother's sudden explosion in the sky that day!

Those people stood hideously in the dark and terrifying cave, Mu Chen shivered and hid in the dark, and at the same time, he faintly heard a voice in the depths of his heart, as if it was in his ears, like the most beautiful music, the most surging ballad, attracting him to sink deeper......

"Ahh

Mu Chen woke up instantly, his heart pounding!

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and tried to remember the appearance of those people in the nightmare, but no matter how he recalled, the image in the dream was always covered with a layer of mist, and he couldn't even see the clothes clearly.

However, the patterns on those people's clothes seem to be able to be seen clearly immediately, as long as they see the patterns clearly, they can compare the respective sect patterns of the seventy-two sects......

Whoa——!

There was a sudden sound of broken pottery outside the door, and Mu Chen got up instantly, held the bamboo sword, and listened with his ears pricked up.

The strange voice faded as he pushed the door open, walking through the rows of rooms with his sword in hand, his steps light and slow.

It was pitch black in the inn, and from time to time there was the sound of a strong wind howling, and the creaking of old planks under his feet, and even the stairs became eerie.

Turning a wooden staircase, Mu Chen seemed to smell a faint fishy smell, the faint candlelight hit the dilapidated wall, the shadow of the staircase kept beating, but he saw a huge monster shadow on the wall!

The monster is gnawing, and what it has in its hands is ......

Mu Chen instantly sacrificed his bamboo sword, and a flash of green light quickly flew towards the murderous thing, and he didn't forget to use the talisman to light the candles lit everywhere.

The inn was instantly illuminated by firelight, and the ground was in shambles.

The innkeeper and the shopkeeper both fell to the ground with broken bones, and a blood mark on their necks that went deep into the bones was evidence that they were fatal by the monster and failed to shout for help.

And this man-eating monster is a monster beast that is a full man tall!

"Evil beast, dare to come here to commit murder!"

Mu Chen was furious, the bamboo sword flew in front of the brocade mouse, trembling violently, and the sharp sword qi was like cutting tofu, neatly cutting off the head of the brocade mouse.

The brocade rat didn't even let out a wail, and fell to the ground with a pop, blood splattering three feet.

Mu Chen hurriedly put away the bamboo sword, just now he was angry, and accidentally used seventy or eighty percent of his strength, making the bamboo sword vaguely unbearable.

This time he went down the mountain, he only brought three bamboo swords, if he didn't reach Qiucheng and the three were destroyed, then he could only walk to the destination.

When Mu Chen bowed to the deceased in the inn three times, holding a bamboo sword and preparing to cut off the claws and animal skins of the brocade rat and take blood, a wind suddenly blew.

The anger fluctuated, and the strong killing intent locked Mu Chen.

A blade of aura comparable to sword qi flew from behind Mu Chen with a violent wind!