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The shepherd walks alone.

The huge city of Anzhou was originally a prosperous and wealthy place, which was not closed at night and was brilliantly lit. However, in the blink of an eye, the city of Anzhou was crowded with people, full of refugees begging and wailing, and all kinds of criminal cases occurred, and complaints were piled up in the yamen.

Mu Yu sighed lightly and came to the door of a restaurant, with the words "Cui Anju" written on the wooden plaque, which is the largest restaurant still open in Anzhou City.

In front of the table, Xiao Er was listless, and the shopkeeper didn't know where to go, this Xiao Er heard the footsteps, raised his head slightly, glanced at Mu Yu, walked over slowly, and asked, "What does this guest officer want to eat?"

"Three meats and three vegetables. The shepherd said.

"The meat is gone, do you see the six vegetarian lines?"

Shepherd nodded.

After a while, six vegetarian dishes were brought up by Xiao Er, not without a little meat, but only some minced meat was sprinkled in the vegetarian dishes.

Mu Yu picked up the chopsticks and ate a few bites, the dishes were not lazy, the color and flavor were complete, but when he chewed in his mouth, he had a feeling of taste and wax.

Not in the mood!

Mu Yu casually threw out a piece of silver, brushed his clothes and left this "Cui Anju".

In front of the state pastor's yamen, there are more than ten officials standing in light armor.

"Stop!" The yamen is heavy, and the idlers are avoiding it quickly!" a military commander raised his hand and shouted.

"I'm looking for Senior Brother Tan Yong. Mu Yu said indifferently.

The Wu Chang looked suspicious, and when a spiritual pressure spread from Mu Yu's body, more than ten people hurriedly knelt on one knee on the ground, and the Wu Chang also shouted eagerly: "I don't know that the immortal master is coming, the villain has eyes and no beads, please forgive me!"

"Get up and take me to my brother. ”

"Yes!"

......

When Mu Yu walked through a long corridor, he bumped into Tan Yong, who greeted him in person.

Mu Yu stopped, clenched his fists, and shouted "Senior Brother", Tan Yong smiled and patted Mu Yu's shoulder, and then, his expression was a little solemn, and said: "I know all your affairs, the loss of Pingzhou is inevitable, I have reported this news to the sect, I believe the sect will not embarrass you." ”

Mu Yu looked sad and said softly: "It's a pity that those junior disciples are all teenagers under the age of fourteen...... If the sect had listened to my opinion, it wouldn't have ......."

"Senior brother speak carefully!" Tan Yong looked blank and said in a deep voice.

Mu Yu hurriedly woke up, stopped suddenly, and silently shook Tan Yong.

"Go in and say. Tan Yong whispered, waved his hand at the others, and after entering a main house, he closed the door of the peachwood room.

The fragrance of tea lingers, overflowing around the void.

Mu Yu held the teacup in both hands and took a sip gently.

"So far, there are less than 80 junior disciples who have successfully escaped from Pingzhou, and the rest have either died on the road or escaped by themselves. Tan Yong put down the teacup and said.

"It's only been four days, and I believe there will be surviving juniors. The shepherd whispered.

"Even if there is, how many of the original more than 300 junior disciples will be left?100 or 50?" Tan Yong's expression was silent, and his eyebrows showed sadness.

"For your plan to retreat north, I supported it at the beginning, and I also specially sent an origami flying crane to the sect to clarify the stakes...... It's a pity that the sect cares too much about the gains and losses of a city and a place, or ...... It's too much for face. Tan Yong sighed.

Mu Yu also learned afterwards that Tan Yong wrote a recital to the sect about approving the northward retreat of Mu Yu and others, otherwise he would not have said a lot of "vain" remarks about the sect in front of Tan Yong.

Tan Yong is indeed a gentle person, in the hearts of many juniors, he is a very good senior brother, and he is also extremely loyal to the sect, and he has been instilled with concepts such as "the sect is big" and "the only home" almost since he was a child. Worried about the future of the Sword Sect, this young man's sideburns turned white.

"I don't know, I don't know the sect, what is the intention of not agreeing to the north?!"

"In addition to delaying for a while, what other role can it play?" Tan Yong sighed lightly and said casually.

When Mu Yu heard this, his eyes suddenly froze!

"Procrastination...... Time?" Mu Yu's heart trembled, and he remembered...... The Silver Spell Altar in Songshan even remembered Elder Lu's stern admonition not to leak this news!!

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" Tan Yong looked at Mu Yu in surprise.

"It's fine. Mu Yu pretended to be calm, shook his head and said, "It's just running all the way, it's too tired." ”

"Then I won't disturb your rest, I'll come to you later. After speaking, Tan Yong got up and left the main room, vacating the room and leaving it for Mu Yu to live in.

Sending Tan Yong out of the door all the way, looking at his back, Mu Yu couldn't help but fall into a long silence.

"Original...... We are all pawns......" the pastor sighed softly.

......

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Doer State, suburbs.

A rolling stretch of tents spread across most of the suburbs, which was the camp of the secular army of Dong'an and also garrisoned by tens of thousands of monks.

Thousands of hectares of forests around were destroyed, forming an open area, and somewhere surrounded by tents, there is a huge flying boat, this is a magic weapon flying boat, which is the inferior heavenly spirit treasure refined by Huang Zhangmen, which can travel two thousand miles a day.

Inside the magic weapon flying boat, in a closed room, there were four people sitting on peachwood chairs, in addition to the familiar Huang Zhangmen, there were also the Ping Sect of the Wushan Sect, the Ji Sect of the Xuanyue Sect, and the Liu Sect of the Spring Thunder Valley.

And the head of Liu, who is known as the two-hundred-year-old Yudan, looks like he is only in his twenties, with a handsome appearance and clear eyebrows. Sitting there, there is a bland majesty that makes people fearful.

The head of the Spring Thunder Valley was once respected by many elders of the Spring Thunder Valley as the lord of Zhongxing, hoping that under his leadership, the former status of the Spring Thunder Valley would be revived and comparable to the immortal cultivation sect of Wu Zhaoguo, but unfortunately, before the head of Liu completed the grand plan in his heart, Wu Zhaoguo launched a comprehensive invasion of Dong'an with the permission of the immortal cultivation world, which led to a fierce battle between the secular world, the martial arts world, and the immortal cultivation world, and then evolved into a war that affected the national fortunes of the two countries.

"After a fierce battle for more than a month, we still haven't been able to get back the ...... of Duo'er Prefecture," the head of the Wushan Sect spoke first and sighed.

"Everyone knows in their hearts, Duoerzhou, with our strength today, can we get it back?" said Master Liu, who was in a state of closed eyes, unceremoniously.

When the leaders heard this, they fell silent. I felt very uncomfortable in my heart, and I was holding back a sense of humiliation.

Master Liu opened his eyes, his eyes were flat, and said: "Now we can only pin our hopes on that silver curse altar, if within two years, the demon who was sealed in the silver curse altar successfully breaks out of the formation, we can use the power of this demon to severely damage the Wuzhao Kingdom to cultivate the immortal realm, and we will plan and then move to seize the territory of the two countries." ”

"The concubine has always had a worry, what if that demon plans to take Dong'an and Wuzhao as his own territory, what should he do if he stays for a long time?"

"It is undeniable that after a hundred years of development, Wu Zhaoguo's strength has surpassed several levels of the Dong'an Kingdom's immortal cultivation realm, even if the demon sealed in that silver spell altar used to have the peak of the Dan and even stronger mana, after so many years of sealing, how can the cultivation not descend at all? When the demon and Wu Zhaoguo fight to defeat each other, it will be the time for our fishermen to benefit!" Huang Zhangmen said in a deep voice.

"I'm afraid that the sect head of the Wu Zhao Kingdom will reach an agreement with the demons and give up the Dong'an Kingdom. "The head of the Ping family is worried, in this way, all their plans will be wasted.

"No! The old man has been to Songshan and observed the silver curse altar up close, and the demons sealed in it are not small! It must be a person who likes to kill, it has been suppressed for hundreds of years, even thousands of years, after getting out, if it can't wash away its anger with the blood of immortal cultivators, how can it give up?" said Huang Zhangmen stroked his beard.

"Now, we all know that in the territory of Matsuyama, in a hidden place, there is a terrible demon sealed, which is our advantage, and it also makes us firmly occupy the initiative...... However, the silver spell that filled the altar was so complicated that even the most outstanding wise men of the four sects could not crack this spell, otherwise, they could have planned in advance and released the demon as soon as possible, reducing the loss of the disciples in the sect. Master Ji sighed lightly, in the months of war, how many thousand monks of the four sects were killed or injured?

If this situation continues, it won't take two years for the monks of the four sects to become extinct!

"Even if you fight the last disciple, you must try your best to stop Wu Zhaoguo's erosion of Dong'an Kingdom, and you can't let Wu Zhaoguo's cultivation step into the Songshan area!"

"Huang Daoyou, I wonder where the disciple of your sect who discovered the Silver Mantra Altar is now?" asked Master Ping.

Huang Zhangmen frowned and said, "The old man just got the news that Pingzhou was lost four days ago, and the disciple surnamed Mu should have fled to Anzhou, right?"

"At the beginning, this seat had advised Huang Zhangmen to make a decision, in case the monk surnamed Mu was captured by the enemy sect and shook out the situation in Songshan, what should it be?" said Ping's head with compassion.

"I'm a disciple of the Sword Sect, the old man knows very well in his heart, this point, there is no need to worry about Ping Daoyou!" Huang Zhangmen snorted lightly.

"I'm afraid that the great monk of the enemy sect will surrender his identity and perform the vicious soul-searching ......Dafa on the disciple surnamed Mu," Liu Zhangmen whispered.

"Okay!" Master Huang's expression showed a hint of anger, and he stood up and shouted: "After all, he is the core disciple of my sect, and he is not a cat or a dog, who is casually abandoned!"

"Abandon, are the Daoists present still doing less?" said Master Liu indifferently.

Huang Zhangmen was speechless, his face suddenly gloomy, and he sat back in his seat, silent. (To be continued.) )