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"My surname is Mu, and my single name is one word. After speaking, Mu Yu lifted his robe, stepped on the steps, and walked into the official office.

"The surname is Mu, a single name, a language?" a clan elder muttered, suddenly, his eyes flashed with a gleam, staring at Mu Yu's back, his voice was shocked and joyful, and he shouted: "Is it the little immortal master!?"

After hearing this, the people around immediately burst into an uproar, remembering that Niu Dazhuang had said, isn't the little immortal master just called 'shepherd'? And according to his age, that young man is also the same age as the little immortal master!

"Stop! The official office is heavy, and you must not trespass without being summoned!" the head of the soldier held a snowy broadsword in his hand, and lay in front of Mu Yu, his face full of unkind scolding.

"What kind of thing are you? Don't say that you are a small Qingshi Town official, even if it is the government office of Huai'an City, I can enter if I want, and I can go out if I want. Mu Yu glanced at the soldier coldly, this statement was not false, with his identity as a core disciple of the Sword Sect, even if he was the monarch of Dong'an Kingdom, he had to be polite.

You must know that Dong'an Kingdom is jointly controlled by the four major sects in the territory, and the current royal family is only the spokesperson and puppet of the four major sects, replacing the four major sects to manage worldly things.

Two years ago, although Mu Yu had no reverence for the government, he was still a little jealous in his heart. And now, even if Mu Yu kills a Beijing official in front of the public, the monarch does not dare to hold him accountable, so he can only report it to the sect and be dealt with by the torture hall, or simply accompany a smiling face and conceal it.

"What a big breath! If you dare to make a big statement in the official office, I think you want to rebel!" The soldier had a hideous face and shouted loudly, but did not move.

The young man in front of him, since he dared to trespass on the official office, it means that there must be something to rely on, but as long as the head of the soldier pulls the banner of the iron law of the imperial court, even if he is the only son of a first-class Beijing official, even if he is killed on the spot, the imperial court will not be held accountable.

In the eyes of the soldiers, in addition to the emperor's relatives and relatives, those Beijing officials with extremely high status are the most powerful. Although the Hongyue Gang is powerful, it is actually just a very thin arm, while the imperial court is a thick thigh, and a slight break can wipe out the Hongyue Gang.

The prestige of the Hongyue Gang is actually limited to a few nearby cities, and they can usually bully and bully small places like Qingshi Town, and big cities like Huai'an, but they don't dare to mess around.

Just imagine, if the power of the Hongyue Gang is enough to threaten the dominance of the imperial court, will the imperial court allow the Hongyue Gang to exist?

However, in less than a year after joining the Hongyue Gang, the head of the soldier had purchased a compound with three entrances and three exits, and 100 acres of fertile land, with beautiful maids, servants, and guards all available.

Seeing that Mu Yu ignored his warnings and still broke inside, the soldier's expression flashed a trace of fierceness, and when he raised his hand, a poignant snow-white knife slashed away.

Swish!

Mu Yu pinched it with one hand, and when he raised his hand, it was a pale cyan wind blade.

In the dementia on the soldier's face, Mu Yu took a step forward, shook his right arm, and smashed his fist on the chest of the soldier, and he spurted out a ball of blood on the spot, flying sideways in a pond, and the blood stained the pond red, unconscious.

"Immortal Master spare your life!!" The pavilion chief hurriedly trotted over, knelt at the feet of Mu Yu, kept kowtowing, and wept bitterly: "Immortal Master spare his life, this is none of my business, the villain was also persecuted by that hateful soldier......"

The pavilion chief began to babble and complain, describing himself as a poor puppet, who was ravaged by the soldiers day and night.

"Okay, okay, you throw this soldier head into the prison, without my permission, no one is allowed to leave Qingshi Town without permission, otherwise, you will be killed!" Mu Yu waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes, yes, follow the will of the immortal master!" the pavilion chief nodded violently, like a chicken pecking rice, looking at Mu Yu pitifully.

"Everyone in Niujiazhuang, pay homage to the little immortal!" Outside the door, more than 100 Niujiazhuang people knelt in the courtyard together.

Mu Yu hurriedly avoided the side, helped the owner and a few other old people, and said, "Old man, what are you doing here?"

The owner of the village looked full of excitement, and after being helped up by the pastor, he said: "It's been seven years, and we have been thinking about the immortal master and the little immortal master day and night......

"Old man, don't call me a little immortal master, even if you are the head of my sect, you are not an immortal master. "Mu Yu smiled bitterly, the word immortal master, but I don't know how to cultivate the honorific title of mortals, even if it is the absolute power of this continent, it is not an immortal master.

A real immortal master, that is an existence that can live forever, die and be immortal!

After learning that the pastoral master had passed away, everyone was saddened, and even some old people wept loudly.

Seven years ago, if it weren't for the helping hand of the pastoral master, the entire Niujiazhuang would have ceased to exist. These old people have experienced the painful and tragic years, although the people of Niujiazhuang are strong, but in fact they are also simple people, seven years, they are thinking day and night, reading, but there has been no chance to repay the gratitude, now, knowing that the master died of illness, the heart will naturally not feel good.

At this time, the pavilion chief had already walked over with a depressed Niu Dazhuang and a nervous Cuigu.

"Brother Mu (Little Immortal Master) turns out to be really you!" The two of them were full of surprise on their faces, and the pavilion chief just now looked frightened, and he kept accompanying the two of them, just like a flattering little guy, disgusting and funny. After some inquiry, I learned that a young immortal master had come to Qingshi Town and asked the pavilion chief to release the two of them.

Immediately, the two of them had already guessed that Mu Yu was coming, and it was not until they saw Mu Yu himself that they finally confirmed it, and a sense of surprise emerged.

In seven years, the little slug of the year has grown up, looking at his only childhood friend, Mu Yu smiled sincerely at Da Zhuang.

After looking at Da Zhuang's injury, it is an internal injury, and it can be recovered after some time of recuperation.

Mu Yu pinched the trick with one hand, and a soft green mang wrapped around his right palm, and slowly slapped on Niu Dazhuang's body. A trace of cyan air exudes a vigorous coolness, flowing through the whole body, that is, after a few breaths, the soreness in several parts of the body disappears, including the symptoms of chest tightness, which no longer exists.

"This ......" Niu Dazhuang stared at his eyes, moving his body, and there was a crackling sound from his bones, like the sound of fried beans.

"A healing spell. Mu Yu explained with a smile.