The elder, who was supported by Chu Yue, had already walked up to Chen Qinghe, looked down and said, "I know that you studied under the former priest Mu Sheng. Do you think Ye Chuyue was responsible for what happened to Mu Sheng?
It's a pity that you put the cart before the horse and don't know right from wrong. What Ye Chuyue did was nothing more than exposing the truth."
"If revealing the truth is also a sin, it will be a tragedy for warriors all over the world."
"Reflect on it here, and when you figure it out, get up again!"
The great elder walked slowly towards the Taoist monument.
Chen Qinghe knelt on the ground, straightened his back, and the blood of hatred filled his eyes.
"Junior brother Qinghe."
Ye Xun'er said worriedly, her eyebrows tinged with sadness.
Chen Qinghe's expression gradually turned soft, smiled slightly, and said softly: "I'm fine, senior sister Ye, don't worry."
At this moment, in the attic a hundred feet away, smoke is lingering, the fragrance of tea is lingering, and the ancient vastness is floating in the sky, like an endless map of mountains, seas and stars.
A potted crabapple flower is placed on the gilt window sill. Under the reflection of the afterglow in the evening, it seems to be coated with a layer of gold.
In front of the crabapple flower, two figures stand.
One of them was wearing a green python robe and had a particularly kind face. He was Song Qingshan, the dean of Shenxuan.
The middle-aged man on the side has traces of time at the end of his eyes and a few wrinkles. He stands with his hands behind his back. He is wearing a brown brocade robe with an auspicious white dragon pattern embroidered on the tail end. He is carrying a bloody pole behind his back.
Silver Spear is looking in the direction of the Taoist Monument.
"Is that Ye Chuyue, who has become famous recently?" he asked.
Song Qingshan smiled and said: "It was she who drew the Cangming Bow. She heard that at the foot of Futu Mountain, the fourth son of the noble family, regardless of the priest mother and daughter, stood up for her. Maybe he was in love with her, but she was already the fiancée of His Highness the Holy Domain.
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"Born well."
Mu Jingyun's eyes darkened slightly, "Although she is a member of the female class, she has the aura of a general in Humen. No wonder Linfeng, who has always had an unstable temperament, likes her."
Song Qingshan quietly looked at Mu Jingyun's expression, not missing any detail, but he felt very strange.
Mu Sheng, as the second young lady of the Mu Mansion in Beizhou, has now gone to the Source of Stardust of Ten Thousand Buddhas, but the young master of the Mu family is indifferent?
"My eldest son, I'm sorry. The priest's matter cannot be rectified. It involves the orc tribe and there is an order from the Martial Ancestor. Although I am the dean, I cannot save the situation."
Song Qingshan said tentatively.
"It's her own heart that is like a snake and scorpion. She brings the blame upon herself. How can she blame others?"
When Mu Sheng was mentioned, Mu Jingyun was quite unhappy: "As a daughter of the Mu family, she does not respect life. It is not an exaggeration to say that she deserves death."
A dark color flashed across Song Qingshan's eyes, "Miss Xun'er is worried about her mother and sheds tears. Do you want to see me, sir?"
"No, I came to Shenxuan this time for Thousand Feet Rock Pond, so don't disturb the disciples in the academy."
After saying this, Mu Jingyun looked at Chu Yue again, but there was a bitterness in his heart, and he couldn't help but smile.
Maybe he was suffering from hysteria.
For a moment, I thought I saw my sister who had disappeared for many years.
At that time, Mu Fu's sister also had such an arrogance that looked down on the sky, and a will like steel.
Thinking of this, suppressed pain surged deep in Mu Jingyun's sword eyes, like a tsunami concealed under the calm deep sea.
If he hadn't had a big quarrel with his sister, why hadn't he seen her for so many years and not heard from her at all?
Ever since my sister left, Beizhou Mu Mansion has not been as lively as it used to be, and it has become so cold that it no longer feels like a home.
North of Shenxuan, below the Dao Monument.
Chu Yue, who was helping the elder to stop, seemed to feel something. She suddenly turned back to look at the attic towering into the clouds, half-squinting her beautiful eyes as sharp as a sword out of its sheath, revealing a deep coldness as clear as frost.
In front of the attic window, Mu Jingyun, who seemed to be looking sad, unexpectedly bumped into a pair of amber eyes, and he was suddenly surprised!
Those eyes like a deep pool seem to be able to penetrate the soul!