Chapter 1342 The ancient Xia tribe, divine fortune teller
After not seeing each other for many days, Chu Yue was busy with many things and missed the soft, waxy and milky little treasure more and more.
Now that I have returned as promised, I have kept the promise I made to my son at the inn before leaving.
If she died for her country, she would eventually die.
Of all the things in the world, the most difficult thing for her to let go of was this child who had not yet grown up, married and had children, and the pillow that had been alone for 90,000 years.
After the competition ended, the disciples and warriors from the ten major academies dispersed one after another.
Before leaving the Linyuan Mountains, they turned back frequently, their eyes lingering on Chu Yue's body, and they felt sad in their hearts that things have changed and people are different now.
Who would have thought that the misbehaving disciples who kowtowed every three steps until their heads were bleeding would still have a day to show off their talents!
Ye Xun'er's legs were weak and she was dragged away by Chen Qinghe.
When she came here, she was the commander-in-chief of Shenxuan, leading the disciples and enjoying great glory.
When she left, she was a useless and incompetent surrender, with no place to show her dignity and no one could criticize her.
Seeing that Ye Xun'er was sad and sad, Qin Tieniu hurriedly ran forward to comfort Chu Yue: "This black bacon girl, don't be too sad, and don't be discouraged. Mr. Chu has Mr. Chu's strengths. You
You also have your shortcomings."
Ye Xun'er originally had half a life left, but Qin Tieniu was so angry that she vomited blood and only had one breath left.
Chen Qinghe glanced at Qin Tieniu, full of resentment, and finally led Ye Xun'er away from this place like a lost dog.
Qin Tieniu sighed like an old man: "Are all the disciples today so bad?"
Yan Nanji's mouth twitched wildly and she looked at him speechlessly.
"Xiao Chuchu, hurry up, hurry up, my uncle misses Xiaobao so much."
Mu Linfeng was as excited as if he was going to be a father, and his narrow peach blossom eyes were shining.
"cough."
Mushanhe coughed lowly, feeling that Mu Linfeng was insulting his gentleness.
The more my son looked at it, the more he disliked it.
Mu Shanhe looked at Chu Yue with joy and doting: "The Dragon Slaying Banquet of Shenmai Jiuzhou was hosted by the Mu Mansion. Something happened in Beizhou, so it was postponed. It happened to be the time when little Chu girl came home.
It can be said that the mansion is a double blessing, and it just so happens that we take this opportunity to reappear in the eyes of the Beizhou family. Little Chu girl, you are truly a blessed daughter, and the Mu mansion has also become splendid because of your appearance and arrival."
Mu Linfeng raised his hand and touched his nose lightly, looking at his gentle and elegant father suspiciously.
Thinking about how Mushanhe treated him, he believed that a filial son would emerge from under a stick.
Chu Yue nodded slightly, and after thinking about her words for a while, she solemnly said: "When the competition in the north is over, I will go back to Mu Mansion with you. Now my grandmother and mother are taking care of the wounded in Shenwu Dongli City. If the competition is over,
She will join us. It’s just that my mother’s soul is broken, and it may be difficult to repair it even with all the trouble. She is afraid that she will lose the memories of her youth forever.”
The meaning of these words was deliberately told by Chu Yue to Mushanhe and his two uncles.
She had the Shennong Ring in her hand and got the first volume from Master Huai Qing. She practiced it seriously and could get the Shennong Volume again in the future, which would give her hope of restoring her soul.
As long as the mother's soul is restored and her memory is retrieved, things will involve the Tianfu royal family and even something even more terrifying.
She didn't want Mu Shanhe to drag his old body to seek justice for his daughter now that he was old.
"Huang'er has suffered."
Mu Shanhe's face was full of sorrow, "It's all my fault, grandpa, I never thought that Huang'er would lose her memory."
"We can only blame Mu Sheng for being so bad, how can we blame grandpa?"
Chu Yue said: "Grandpa, have you ever thought that Mu Sheng's character is too bad, maybe it's the evil flowing in his blood?"
When Mushanhe heard the girl's affectionate word "grandfather", he immediately became elated and washed away the gloom in his heart.
It was just what Chu Yue said that made the father and son of Mu Mansion look at each other and think deeply about it.
Mu Linfeng shook his head and said: "Little Chuchu, I can say something else about Mu Mansion in Beizhou, but the purity in my blood remains the same from generation to generation. Although I, uncle, am not doing my job properly, if there is a need in the mainland and Ling Tian is in danger, I am bound to do it."
"Sacrificing your life to protect the common people is engraved in your blood and cannot be changed."
"Xiao Chu, do you mean that Mu Sheng is not Mu's child?" Mu Jingyun asked.
Chu Yue said nothing, her beautiful eyes slightly focused.
The old uncle shook his head: "No, I carried this child out with my own hands. I immediately saw the phoenix birthmark on her collarbone. Back then, an ancient fortune teller from the Xia tribe came to Beizhou and predicted
Mu Mansion will give birth to a daughter of the fire phoenix whose mother has honored the world, and whoever gets her will gain access to the five continents. Therefore, the phoenix birthmark that Mu Sheng had when he was born matches the prediction of the divine fortune teller."
"Since she has the phoenix birthmark and the fire phoenix prophecy, why would she be named Mu Sheng?" Chu Yue asked doubtfully.
The old man was fair: "At that time, your grandmother named her Mu Qingfeng, which corresponds exactly to your mother's name. But when she was three years old, the ancient fortune teller of the Xia tribe passed by here to visit the mountains and rivers.
I asked for a cup of tea. When I heard the name Mu Qingfeng, I shook my head repeatedly and sighed in disappointment. I asked three times, and the divine fortune teller said that if virtue is not matched, there will be disaster. He said that Mu Sheng could not afford this name.
, and wrote the word 'Sheng' with his own hand, and that's how the name Mu Sheng came about."