CHAPTER XXXIX

When the shopkeeper took Su Hu and Mu Chenhao down the mountain, Wang Qian had already come to Muyun Peak again. I saw that the bamboo chair was quietly resting in the courtyard, empty. Walked over and shook a bamboo chair, which was cold and obviously hadn't been sat on for a long time.

I had to walk into the bamboo house, there was a plate of cold vegetables on the table, two pairs of bamboo chopsticks side by side, and Mu Yunfeng's master was squeezed into the small bamboo chair and slept soundly.

didn't make a sound, Wang Qian frowned, stood at the door of the bamboo house without saying a word, glanced at the sleeping owner of Mu Yunfeng with a dark face, stopped in front of the door and closed his eyes.

After a full time of incense, the master of Mu Yunfeng woke up leisurely, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the palm teacher who was blocked at the door, his face was dark and blue, and he was very displeased.

He pointed to another bamboo chair across the table and motioned for Wang Qian to sit down. Wang Qian walked to the bamboo chair and waved at the master of Mu Yunfeng, and then sat down.

The master of Mu Yunfeng picked up the bamboo chopsticks and took two mouthfuls of the dish into his mouth, and tasted it a few times, but the dish was not so colorful when it was cold.

He took out a pair of bamboo chopsticks and handed them to Wang Gan: "There are many old people, eat some?"

Wang Gan kept a straight face, didn't answer the bamboo chopsticks, and went straight to the point: "Why?"

The master of Mu Yunfeng looked at Wang Qian and said, "A deal, I have never lost money, what is in a hurry." ”

It was quiet outside the bamboo house, and there was not even a trace of the wind, and the atmosphere inside the house was even more dreary. Wang Gan's face darkened a little, and he didn't care about how to respect the old man in front of him, so he forced him to ask: "Do you know that son entered the Tao step by step?" and realized the Ben Lei Jin inscription you placed on the top of the mountain, so he was sent to the bottom of the mountain to do a chord? ”

Mu Yunfeng's master's long beard may have been a little messy because he had just slept, and he didn't reach out to Shun, put down the bamboo chopsticks that Wang Qian had never received, and the food was tasteless, and asked rhetorically: "What do you think of Yuan Falcon's cultivation?"

Hearing this, Wang Qian sneered and said categorically: "The philistine villain has no ambitions. Eight words completely negated the shopkeeper of the Waterfall Building, and he did not hesitate to hit the nail on the head.

The master of Mu Yunfeng shook his head and retorted: "I am a little opposite to you, I just think that he is far-sighted. ”

Wang Qian was a little ridiculous when he heard it, and he couldn't say anything clearly, so he said sarcastically: "What does the ancestor mean, my uncle's restaurant business is a precautionary and far-sighted move?"

"At least not as unsightly as you see. Mu Yunfeng's master looked quite firm, staring at Wang Gan and confiding word by word.

"At least, a monk who is not weak in cultivation runs into the worldly restaurant business, greedy for money, and covered with copper stench, at least it is unsightly. Wang Gan opened his mouth, the nature of his poisonous tongue was undoubtedly revealed, and he scolded the shopkeeper with blood, as if he felt unhappy, and said: "Even if it is as the ancestor said, how much wind and rain can be set off in this regionalized sea realm?"

"Yuan Falcon can't. Mu Yunfeng's master spoke, and the shopkeeper poured a basin of cold water on his head, smiled, and continued: "But it doesn't mean that those guys in his family can't do it." ”

As if he had been struck by lightning, Wang Qian was shocked, and his hands were unconsciously clenched tightly.

Seeing Wang Qian's expression, the master of Muyun Peak continued to say to himself: "It is said that the five main peaks of the void are asked, and the apocalypse is like a dark Muyun, but isn't there only one of my bad old men on this Muyun Peak? This fifth peak is at the bottom of the mountain." ”

But seeing Wang Gan sneering, it was undeniable. The master of Mu Yun Peak smiled, and his eyes became stitches: "Above the four peaks, there are four classics, four strategies and four classics, so Mu Yun Peak is really not worthy of the name." ”

"According to what the ancestor said, there is a restaurant under this mountain, and there is still a scripture hidden in the city, which is really my Wang Qian's short-sightedness and ignorance of the general situation. Wang Qian's shocked look was revealed, and he looked indifferent and cold.

The master of Mu Yunfeng waved his hand and said, "It's a serious word, but this mountain will indeed not hinder their future." ”

Wang Qianjing got up, his face was still the same, and said: "In the matter of climbing the immortal ladder in the back mountain, that person only climbed two floors, not so much because he was beaten into ashes by the heavenly calamity, that person is Mu Chenhao." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and walked to the door, wanting to leave, glanced at the master of Mu Yunfeng, and said in a low voice: "Actually, you can guess, everyone knows it." It's nothing more than that the ancestor is unwilling, and you want to fight again, but the ancestor has ever thought that in that great world, the heyday of the sky that has not been seen for thousands of years is also a fiasco and all of them died, leaving a few people who are dying in the wasteland. With them, is it possible?"

went out of the door and dropped the last sentence: "I don't care what you want to do, but now I ask no one, if you mess around with him, I will ask the virtual master." ”

In the past, he treated the ancestors with respect for good and straightforward, and the general questioning and false palm teaching was finally hardened, and he said sonorously and powerfully, swallowing mountains and rivers without being angry and arrogant.

"The first one didn't say yes. ”

The master of Mu Yunfeng looked at the disappearing figure at the door, sighed, his eyes were full of relief, and muttered: "What a question, but why is it a stubborn donkey?"

When Fang waited for Wang Qian to step into the bamboo sea and leave angrily, the master of Mu Yunfeng had already left the bamboo house at some point, stood in the small courtyard, supported the bamboo chair with one hand, and said, "Walk frizzy, have you finished asking?"

Wang Qian stopped, twisted his head sideways, showed no sign of turning around, and said, "Don't go, can't you tell me some messy stories?"

The master of Mu Yunfeng shook the bamboo chair under his hand, regret flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Even if it is a story, the beginning of the narrative is boring, don't you listen to the end of this story?"

"It doesn't matter, if someone doesn't want to listen, it's okay to talk to me. In the words of the two, a voice came from the bamboo sea.

Wang Gan's eyes flickered, looking towards the source of the voice. I saw a young man, leaning on a bamboo branch, smiling and looking here.

The wind passed through the bamboo sea, causing the bamboo leaves to converge and make an endless uproar.

Wang Gan's face was as cold as frost, looking at the strange man, there was a coercion that passed silently, rolled up to the young man not far ahead, and asked loudly: "Who is it? Why did you enter the Void Muyun Peak where I asked?"

In the next moment, Wang Gan's face changed suddenly, and he was stunned.

The young man looked at it as if it were nothing, walked over lightly, patted Wang Gan's frightened face, and invisibly Wang Ganbu disappeared under the coercion. In Wang Gan's suspicious gaze, the young man was light and light, passed by Wang Gan, and walked towards the master of Mu Yunfeng behind him.

A cold sweat flowed down, and Wang Qian came back to his senses and turned his head to look at the man. This person in front of him, how can his cultivation be unfathomable, and he is able to do it in his own dry realm, and he only insists on less than one face.

Seeing that the master of Mu Yunfeng had a smile on his face, he let the young man approach.

Step by step, in Wang Gan's eyes, the time was as long as smoke, as if the bamboo sea had disappeared, leaving only the figure of the young man in his sight.

Finally entered the courtyard, the young man sat on the bamboo chair that Mu Yunfeng's master regarded as a treasure, shook it, let out a comfortable cry, and said: "You old thing still know how to enjoy, cats are idle and happy in such a good place." ”

The master of Mu Yunfeng smiled dumbly, and did not refute, helped the young man shake the bamboo chair, and asked, "Is it okay for me here?"

"Very good, very good. The young man nodded with his eyes closed, learning to answer in an unknown tone. Then he opened his eyes, stretched out his finger and pointed at Wang Gan, who was dumbfounded not far away, and said, "Keep arguing, don't get in the way, I'll listen." ”

The master of Mu Yunfeng beckoned, and Wang Gan came over cautiously and stood aside, as if facing a great enemy.

Seeing Wang Gan's appearance, the young man also laughed out loud and asked, "I won't eat you again, what are you nervous about?" As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the master of Mu Yunfeng who was standing behind him shaking the bamboo chair for himself, and said, "It's really boring for you to ask this question." ”

"If you want to be interesting, you can still get up?" asked the master of Mu Yunfeng rhetorically.

Seeing that the two were so familiar, Wang Gan's forehead lost a little sweat, and after thinking for a long time, he asked, "Who is the senior?"

The young man pinched his chin, frowning slightly, not knowing how to speak.

"Debt collectors. The master of Mu Yunfeng suddenly replied. When the young man heard this, he glanced at the master of Mu Yunfeng in surprise and said, "It's a little interesting." ”

The master of Mu Yunfeng stopped, moved a small bamboo chair from the house and sat down for himself, sat next to the young man, and asked, "Just went down the mountain, don't you want to take a look?"

The young man shook his head: "Don't look at it, I have to cry a handful of snot and tears when I see it, that kid, clingy, likes to rely on me." "Grinning, it seems to be saying a very sparse and ordinary thing.

Mu Yunfeng's master's eyes drifted a little farther away, mixed with infinite meaning, and said, "Carrying so much, aren't you tired." ”

The young man tilted his head and didn't care: "I don't say I'm tired, who knows if I'm tired or not." ”

got up, pinched Wang Gan's shoulder, and said, "You old thing, you like to hide clumsy, and you really don't teach very well." ”

The master of Mu Yunfeng was speechless, and smiled a little comfortably, relieved.

"Let's go, just come and see. The young man beckoned and left.

Wang Qian frowned, dazed in the clouds.

Listen to the mountains, forests, bamboos and seas, the wind and clouds. The master of Mu Yunfeng suddenly stood up and said solemnly to Wang Gan: "This bamboo house, the field behind, you help me hand it over to Yuan Falcon." As he spoke, he looked down at the bamboo chair under him, and smiled, smiling with a little sadness: "It's really cheap for him." ”

Wang Gan's throat rolled, unable to speak.

"I've lived so long, it's worth it. ”

The master of Mu Yunfeng explained a lot of things to Wang Gan very seriously, Wang Gan wrote them down carefully, and kept them in his mind, and he always felt a pain in his heart, but he didn't know why.

"Didn't you ask who he was?" Mu Yunfeng's previous energetic and rejuvenating business appearance suddenly changed, and with his gray hair and beard, he looked like a dying old man.

"It's back then, I didn't know the height of the sky, and I didn't know the anti-heaven remnants of the world. ”

A word comes out, and the sadness is over.

The momentum of the owner of Muyun Peak soared, more than nine heavens, and the bamboo sea was also like a sea of greenery, and the waves were endless.

On this day, the owner of Mu Yunfeng left and didn't know where.

Only before leaving, he muttered in a low voice.

The deadline is approaching.