"Why hasn't my master come yet? Senior, are you really sure that there won't be any accident?"
Yang Mu's mentality changed unknowingly. From the initial anticipation and nervousness, it gradually turned into worry.
He has asked Lord Evil Sword many times similar questions.
At first, the Evil Sword Master said with certainty that it was absolutely impossible, but now, even he began to doubt it.
He was silent for a few seconds, then turned around and headed towards the mountain.
The person whom the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord wanted to worship had no connection with him, so although he knew the location of the tombstone, he had no intention of disturbing the purity of the owner of the tomb.
But at this moment, I just felt that I had to go and take a look.
Chenxu Mountain is too steep, and it is impossible for ordinary people to set foot on the top of the mountain. Right now, Evil Sword Lord and Yang Mu are said to be climbing the mountain, but their bodies flying towards the top of the mountain are almost parallel to the ground.
It wasn't until the mountainside that the terrain became less steep.
With the speed of the two of them, they reached the top of the mountain in a short time.
The area on the top of the mountain was not large, but it was covered by trees. Yang Mu looked around and did not see the tombstone he was looking for.
Following the Evil Sword Master, we finally arrived in front of the "Tombstone".
"Is this the senior's tomb?"
Yang Mu looked at the broken sword in front of him, which was slightly rusty and pierced into the ground, and was a little stunned.
He never expected that this senior would use the broken sword as a tomb, and he didn't know whether this was the senior's own intention or the intention of his master Mu Wuya.
The next second, Yang Mu noticed three jars of wine and two roast chickens placed in front of the tomb.
"Has anyone come to pay homage to this senior?"
Yang Mu immediately said after seeing this.
The Evil Sword Lord nodded: "To be more precise, your master has been here!"
When Yang Mu heard this, his face was filled with joy. He flew hundreds of meters into the air and looked down. However, he did not see the third person on the mountain at all.
He landed next to the Evil Sword Master and said suspiciously:
"Senior, are you sure this is my master? But didn't you say, senior, that after paying homage to my master, he would stay in the hut at the bottom of the mountain for a few days? But right now, he is neither at the top of the mountain nor in the hut at the bottom of the mountain!
"
The evil sword master said: "Of course I am sure! Every time your master comes to worship, he will bring three altars of 'Ru Meng Ling' and two roast chickens."
Yang Mu looked at the wine jar, and sure enough he saw that the three characters "Ru Meng Ling" were carved on the surface of the wine jar, which was obviously the name of the wine.
The other party must have liked drinking this wine during his lifetime, so Mu Wuya would bring three altars with him every time he came to pay homage.
"Let's go! Go back to the mountain."
Evil Sword Lord said, turning into an afterimage and disappearing.
Yang Mu immediately understood that what the other party meant was that probably when the master was going down the mountain, the two of them happened to be going up the mountain and passed each other.
However, when I arrived at the hut at the foot of the mountain, I still didn't see a single person.
At this time, even the Evil Sword Master looked puzzled and couldn't figure out the situation.
"What's going on? Those two roasted chickens are still a little warm. They must have been left by your master just a short time ago. He is neither on the mountain nor here anymore. How could it be possible? Is it possible that he is hiding from us on purpose?
"
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Yang Mu couldn't help but froze when he heard this.
"Boy, what are you doing, do you think my words are aimed at you?"
The Evil Sword Master noticed the change in Yang Mu's expression and said angrily:
"You think highly of yourself! Even if you were lying before and were not his disciple, there is no reason for him to avoid you."
"Maybe he's not avoiding me, but he doesn't want to see me!"
Yang Mu's voice was full of bitterness.
Although he has never met Mu Wuya, there is a high probability that Mu Wuya already knew his appearance through his servant Yun Bo.
Or, by the ring on his hand, the other party can most likely tell who he is.
The Evil Sword Lord wondered: "I don't want to see you? Why should I avoid you for no reason? Even if you are not his disciple, there is absolutely no reason for this!"
Yang Mu said: "I just met one of the master's servants not long ago. The man told me that I must wait until I reach the seventh level of the Snake Dragon Realm before I can be allowed to see my master!
As a result, I ran over by myself, thinking that if I appeared directly in front of him, he would never deny me!
Now it seems that I think too highly of myself. In his eyes, if I don’t step into the seventh level of Snake and Dragon Realm, I’m not worthy of being recognized at all!”
"Is there anything else?"
Evil Sword Master frowned: "Since I accept you as my disciple, how can I deny you because you are too weak? This is too, too..."
Yang Mu laughed miserably: "Then tell me, what other explanation can there be? It's ridiculous that I tried all my means and was so excited to see him. There are so many things I want to ask him.
As a result, in his eyes, I was just a guy who didn't deserve to be on the stage, and I wasn't even worthy of letting him show up!
That’s right, I’m only at the first level of the Snake Dragon Realm! If the world knows that I am a disciple, wouldn’t it disgrace the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord?”
He looked around, and although he didn't see a single figure, he felt as if there was a pair of eyes looking at him.
"I'm not a person without dignity. If you, the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord, don't recognize me as your disciple, I won't rush to beg you! I only want to say one thing: many years from now, my name will be better than yours, the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord, in the world of mountains and seas."
Louder. If you don’t believe it, we’ll wait and see!”
After Yang Mu finished speaking, he left quickly without looking back.
"Hey, wait a minute, kid! Where are you going?"
The Evil Sword Lord only felt that Yang Mu was like an enraged child at the moment. Although he seemed a bit childish, it could be seen that he was really looking forward to meeting his master, but now he was really hurt.
Heartbroken.
Just as he was about to catch up, a hand appeared on his shoulder and held him in place.
The evil sword master was so frightened that his expression changed. He turned around and was stunned when he saw the middle-aged man standing behind him.
This middle-aged man is not as handsome as the Evil Sword Lord, but his sharp eyes are impressive, and his gaze is like lightning, making people dare not look at him.
"Brother!"
The evil sword master looked ecstatic and let out a long sigh of relief.
"I thought something really happened to you! I knew it a long time ago. With your ability, how could it be possible - wait! Were you watching just now? Could it be that what that kid said is true, and you did it on purpose?
He avoided seeing her."
Mu Wuya didn't answer and looked at the direction Yang Mu was leaving, wondering what he was thinking.
The Evil Sword Master hesitated and said: "It would be... inappropriate for you to do this. Even though his strength is not that great, I can tell from walking with him that there is nothing wrong with his character.
Even if you are dissatisfied with him, the worst you can do is reprimand him in person. Avoiding him like this is the most hurtful thing!"
Mu Wuya said: "I don't see him, not because he lacks strength, but because I feel guilty."
"Feeling guilty?"
The Evil Sword Lord frowned, feeling that he couldn't understand it at all.