At the foot of the mountain...what would make Liu Mu make such a cry?
Everyone gradually felt that Liu Mu's expression was very wrong, his eyes were red, as if tears were gathering.
Feng Feiyang knew Liu Mu's temperament very well. He had experienced a lot when he was a child, so he developed a sensitive and stubborn temper.
He remembered that once he practiced, Liu Mu accidentally rolled down a cliff, and he fell to him and could only rest on the bed for half a month before getting out of bed.
That time, Liu Mu didn't even scream.
Feng Feiyang turned his head and looked at the mountain road. A figure was walking towards the mountain.
When the old man and the monks brought by Feng Feiyang saw this figure, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: What a charm!
The person who came has a skin better than snow. He looks so beautiful at the age of seventeen or eighteen. His every move gives people a feeling of being out of the world. If he doesn't look closely, he seems to be integrated with the surrounding scenery. If he looks closely, he feels like he is
Not like the ordinary person, he should live in heaven.
"Who is this..."
Feng Feiyang frowned slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
As the figure got closer and closer, everyone suddenly heard a muffled sound. They turned their heads to look and saw that Liu Mu had kneeled on the ground at some point, his cheeks pressed deeply on the ground, motionless.
"Brother Liu Mu, why are you?"
Feng Feiyang felt more and more uneasy.
Liu Mu naturally did not respond.
In a blink of an eye, the figure had already approached everyone, and gently bent down and patted Liu Mu's head a few times.
"Get up."
Fang Chen smiled.
Liu Mu then stood up, his whole body trembled, and tears couldn't stop flowing down.
Fang Chen stared at him as if he had seen the mute boy covered in pussy decades ago.
After decades of growth, the other party has become a cultivator with great cultivation.
The twelve levels of Qi Refining, if this was placed in the former Daxia, it would be enough to make the people look up to.
The old man and the others had already noticed something was wrong. He and Feng Feiyang looked at each other, then took a deep breath, clasped their fists and said:
"I don't know if you are..."
"At the bottom of the Chen, the former head of the Qingzhou Sword Sect."
Fang Chen smiled and bowed.
Feng Feiyang's legs became weak and he almost knelt down on the spot. Fortunately, he is now a foundation-building monk and can properly control his emotions.
He was shocked, and Feng Feiyang looked at Fang Chen and quietly moved behind him.
It happened to be facing Fang Chen's old man, but he didn't have the chance to make such a small move.
His body was a little stiff and his expression was dull. It took several breaths to come back to his senses, and he said with joy:
"It turns out that senior is Master Fang. That junior is really the right person to visit today!"
"Since we meet is fate, let's go up the mountain and sit down with me."
Fang Chen smiled.
After saying that, he continued to walk up the mountain, and Liu Mu followed behind him. He wiped away his tears, and there was a hint of joy in his numb eyes.
The old man and Feng Feiyang looked at each other and began to hesitate. Should they turn around and run away or follow them up the mountain?
After hesitating for a few breaths, the old man sighed helplessly and walked up the mountain with his head down.
Feng Feiyang was a little restless and was struggling. He suddenly said to a subordinate:
"You go and notify the little prince."
"yes……"
The subordinate couldn't wait to turn around and rush down the mountain, but as soon as he turned around, he fell to the ground and lost his life.
Feng Feiyang's body trembled. He was a master of the ninth level of Qi Refining. If he was not in the cultivation world, even if he was in the twelfth level of Qi Refining, he would not be killed in one move.
Now, he didn't even see who made the move, but he knew in his heart that who made the move...
Feng Feiyang took a deep breath, dared not hesitate anymore, and led his people to run up the mountain.
Death is coming down the mountain, and there is still a glimmer of hope to go up the mountain!
Fang Chen walked along the way and looked at the surrounding scenes. In just a few decades, he saw Mu Qi from the Qingzhou Sword Sect.
This is a sign of an imminent demise of a sect.
The huge sect site does not have much aura of a monk. The former disciples of the Sword Sect have either left or died of old age.
Without new blood filling, this will lead to the current situation.
Fang Chen just sighed a little. He had no thoughts about what ending the Qingzhou Sword Sect would eventually lead to.
It is a place where there is no cause and effect with him, so why should I keep it in mind? There are only Ye Wenxiu and Liu Mu here, and there is only some cause and effect with him.
Everyone quickly entered the mountain gate of the Qingzhou Sword Sect. When they passed by a spiritual field, they happened to see a middle-aged man working barefoot in the field.
When he heard the movement, he looked up and saw Liu Mu, he was surprised and said: "Brother Liu Mu, you are back!"
But then, he saw Feng Feiyang and others again, and immediately showed a look of shock and anger:
"Feng Feiyang, you dare to return to Qingzhou Sword Sect!"
Feng Feiyang would have been scolding him a long time ago, otherwise he would have just slashed with a sword. Now he just lowered his head and dared not speak, nor even dared to look at him.
The man in the field thought that Liu Mu had been kidnapped, so he immediately took out a jade slip and crushed it. A blue light rose into the sky.
Not long after, monks rushed towards here one after another, in groups of three or three, about twenty.
All of his cultivation is between the third and tenth levels of Qi refining.
They were all happy when they saw Liu Mu, but after seeing Feng Feiyang and others, their eyes were shocked and angry, and their expressions were very solemn and solemn.
Soon, an old man who looked over 60 years old came with his hands behind his back. Although he was on the twelve levels of Qi refining, his mental appearance seemed a little haggard.
"The head teacher."
Dozens of the only monks in the Qingzhou Sword Sect bowed to the old man.
Ye Wenxiu didn't say anything, but just looked at Feng Feiyang with a serious look:
"Feng Feiyang, since you have rebelled from the Qingzhou Sword Sect, why are you still aggressive about your former brothers and sisters?"
Feng Feiyang didn't dare to remain silent anymore, so he quickly squeezed out a forced smile: "Senior Brother Ye, you misunderstood. I am here today to apologize..."
apologize?
Ye Wenxiu was stunned, then looked at Liu Mu. He thought Liu Mu was kidnapped by the other party. Suddenly, his eyes paused and fell on Fang Chen. When he saw this, his beard was shaking with excitement.
Just as everyone was confused, Ye Wenxiu quickly stepped forward, raised his hem and knelt on his knees and kowtowed:
"Wen Xiu, pay homage to Master!"
Master of the head?
Dozens of monks from the Qingzhou Sword Sect looked at each other, and their eyes gradually became horrified. Could it be that the young man in front of him was the rumored Master Fang who had been missing for decades?
They did not dare to neglect and kowtowed one after another.
Also kneeling down were Feng Feiyang and the monks he brought.
The old man hesitated for a moment and then knelt on the ground.
He could not understand where he could hear everything and see everything in front of him.
"Master, Wen Xiu is unfilial. The Qingzhou Sword Sect has long declined in Wen Xiu's hands. Wen Xiu has failed to defend this family business for Master..."
Ye Wenxiu kept kowtowing.
Fang Chen waved his hand gently, and a gentle force slowly lifted Ye Wenxiu.
"Qingzhou Sword Sect is not my family business. You can keep it until now, which means that the experience of these years is enough. From now on, you little guys will have another place to go."