Please Walk Slowly, Uncle Shi

Chapter 6

"Martial Granduncle agreed that I would go down the mountain with those outer sect disciples to train, what about you? "Together?" He put the gauze into his storage pouch and Mu Yunshu asked.

"Ah? Oh! "I' m here to tell you about this. Master asked me to come over and ask if you' re ready. They' re leaving." Li Cang scratched his head and said unhurriedly.

Mu Yunshu directly slapped her. Only now did you remember that you came here to ask her to leave? When he thought of that Xuan Yu Martial Uncle's broken thoughts that couldn' t be stopped for two hours, Mu Yunshu wanted to cry without tears.

By the time Mu Yunshu followed Li Cang to the The Second peak training ground to gather, Martial Uncle Xuan Yu's face was already as black as the bottom of the pot.

"Mu Yunshu! What are you doing? With so many disciples waiting for you alone, I' ll tell you, if it wasn' t for Martial Uncle speaking, you would have thought that I was willing to take you out! With your temper of causing trouble without any trouble, please behave yourself and don't wander around. Otherwise, I will only ask you if something happens! Understand? What was your expression? "I' ll say..." As expected, Mu Yunshu this person hadn' t descended from the flying sword yet, Xuan Yu Martial Uncle's spittle star began to fly everywhere, Li Cang this guy stood behind his master and covered his mouth with a smile.

"Cough, cough. Alright, let's go!" After about fifteen minutes, Martial Uncle Xuan Yu finally realized that it was not time for his disciple to break his mind. With a wave of his hand, a palm-sized wooden boat appeared in the air. He silently chanted, and the wooden boat grew larger. Mu Yunshu took the lead and walked up to a corner. Then, he began to meditate. The other disciples who had gone out up one by one. They subconsciously glanced at the Mu Yunshu sitting in the corner in the corner and gathered together in groups of three.

"She's that Mu Yunshu. Oh, you' ve been cultivating in seclusion all this time. It's normal that you don' t know her."

"If you were cultivating in The Second peak, you would see her being slapped The Second peak every day."

"Ah? "Who is it?"

"It's not an elder. I heard that it was the one with the greatest seniority in our Pavilion Xuanyi."

"Oh, it's that old ancestor. I' ve never seen him before."

"I' ve never seen it before. I don' t even know how to address it."

"It seems that the sect leader has said that we can call him Grand Elder."

"But last time, I saw that this Mu Yunshu was still at the mid Foundation Establishment stage. It's only been a short while since he reached the early Jindan stage!"

"What's there to do? You don' t even think about who is teaching her right now. If her cultivation isn' t that high, then it would be too humiliating. She was the number one inner disciple back then!"

He didn' t mind the private discussions Mu Yunshu these disciples. Li Cang glanced at the Mu Yunshu who was meditating, but didn' t say anything. As for Martial Uncle Xuan Yu, he was too lazy to bother with them. In any case, he wasn' t the one being discussed.

On the other side, in the Farges.

"Yuan' er, this time, you' ll lead the disciples to the Wail Forest to train."

In the hall, the elders gathered. The man standing in the center of the hall was dressed in white, his expression cold.

"Yes." The man cupped his hands and accepted the order.

"According to the results, the disciples of the various sects went to the Wail Forest to train. Pavilion Xuanyi Mu Yunshu were also among them." A white-haired Daoist sitting at the head of the hall on the right spoke. He was not surprised to see the person standing in the center of the hall stop.

"Murong Mingyuan, the path of cultivation has its own karma and karma. Even if Pavilion Xuanyi Reverend Xuan Qing didn' t die at the hands of you and Ning Qing' er back then, it has nothing to do with the two of you. Don' t forget to bring Ning Qing' er with you on this trip to see if you can understand the karma between the three of you."

"Master, I don' t think I' ve done anything wrong, nor do I think I have any karma with that woman!" The man standing in the center of the hall was Murong Mingyuan, the Farges' s chief disciple, an early Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Yuan' er, it's related to the secrets of the heavens. I can' t say too much. When you entered the Nascent Soul stage, your inner demons were as powerful. If I didn' t interfere, I' m afraid that you would still be in bed because of your failure to advance. I hope that you can defend the Spirit Stage. Don' t let some people or words confuse your heart." That Reverend continued to speak, ignoring the change in his disciple's expression.

"If there's nothing else, I' ll take my leave!" Regardless of how rude he was, Murong Mingyuan only wanted to leave as soon as possible. There were Farges sect leaders and elders sitting in the hall. Their sect was best at observing the divination of the stars because they could not reveal too much of the secrets of the heavens. They could only say half of everything. Standing in front of them, he seemed to be clearly seen from head to toe, but he could not know anything. This feeling was truly uncomfortable.

"Murong Mingyuan!" As the chief disciple, Murong Mingyuan had his own cave abode. Before he could get closer, a pink figure approached him from afar.

"Qing'er." When he saw the person who had come Murong Mingyuan his indifferent expression finally changed. He reached out and pulled the person in the pink dress into his embrace. The woman called Qing'er's cheeks were slightly red, and her figure was like a weak willow. Her appearance was charming and charming. The shyness and weakness of her every frown and smile made people want to hold her in their palms and have a good love.

"Murong Mingyuan, you' re the one to lead this disciple out for training?" The woman called Qing'er asked softly.

"Yes." Murong Mingyuan paused. "This time, Mu Yunshu also came."

Ah! Has Senior Sister Yun Shu finally recovered? "Great!" The woman's body froze for a moment before she cried out in alarm. Her words were filled with joy.

"Qing'er, back then, she treated you like that, but now... Sigh! "How can I not be worried if you call me that?" Murong Mingyuan frowned when he saw the woman in his arms being so happy, and the scene three years ago appeared in his mind. He couldn' t help but feel even more pity for the woman in his arms, and he became even more disgusted with that Mu Yunshu.

"Murong Mingyuan Don' t be like this, Senior Sister Yun Shu is very good!" Murong Mingyuan became even more impatient when Murong Mingyuan said the girl with such an expression.

"Alright, you go back and prepare. When you return from your training, I' ll report to Master and have him preside over the Dual Cultivation Ceremony for the two of us." He didn't want to continue discussing matters related to Mu Yunshu, so Murong Mingyuan directly diverted his words.

"Yes." Hearing this, the woman's originally slightly flushed face seemed to be on fire at this moment. Even the white jade-like earlobe was so red that it did not seem like a word.

###Chapter8

Feeling a slight increase in spiritual power, Mu Yunshu finally finished meditating and stood up. Looking at the scenery in the distance, she remembered that the first time she met that person was when she went out to train.

At that time, she was extremely proud and proud. She felt that bringing those disciples with her was actually a burden, so she secretly took another path. After killing a few rank 3 demon beasts, she arrogantly walked deeper into the depths. Later, she met a few rank 4 demon beasts one after another. It took a lot of effort to cut them all into the sword. She was about to find a hidden place to recuperate, but unexpectedly, a rank 5 Netherworld Poison Flood Dragon followed the scent of blood and found her. At that time, there was not much spiritual power left in her body, and after a battle, it was already at the end of its power. All sorts of injuries made her look like she had just been pulled out of blood, A large chunk of flesh had been corroded by the poison of the Netherworld Poison Flood Dragon in her left arm. White bones could be vaguely seen. She had already sent out a message for help the moment the Netherworld Poison Flood Dragon appeared. Thus, when the Poison Flood Dragon was cut open by a single sword, she thought that it was her master who had arrived.

"Are you alright." The person who had white and black hair, a long sword in his hand, a handsome face, an elegant posture, entered Mu Yunshu heart with a single glance.

"May I ask your name, Fellow Daoist? Where did you succeed? "I' ll personally pay a visit to thank you after I' ve recovered." With the help of thanks, he wanted to ask the sect where that person was from.

"It's nothing much. This place is already close to the center of the valley. At that time, more high-grade demon beasts will appear. Fellow Daoist, it's better to leave quickly. Goodbye." Without asking anything, that person cupped his hands and stepped onto the flying sword before leaving.

Later on Mu Yunshu only one person was told about this matter. It was that Ning Qing'er.

"Senior Yun Shu, are you saying that that person cut open that Netherworld Poison Flood Dragon with a single strike and saved you?" This was the first sentence she Ning Qing'er said after hearing her complete story.

"Mn. Although I spent quite a bit of energy fighting that Netherworld Poison Flood Dragon earlier, I was able to kill it with a single strike. I think that Fellow Daoist's cultivation is even higher than mine." Mu Yunshu said with a smile. His heart was as proud as hers. He naturally wanted the man he liked to have a higher cultivation than her.

"In that case, Senior Sister Yun Shu, you met him on the way to the disciple training this time. I think... with his cultivation, he should also participate in this year's sect exchange ceremony. At that time, Senior Sister Yun Shu will know which sect he is from and whose surname is!" At that time, Ning Qing'er was still so understanding, as if he was always thinking about her.

"That's right, Qing' er I forgot that the sect exchange ceremony was about to begin! "I' m going to ask Master if there's any magic that I can cultivate!" Perhaps a woman would have a special feeling towards the man who had saved her. Perhaps it was because that person left without leaving his name and without hesitation that Mu Yunshu remembered him. At that time, she had been thinking about how to get involved with that person, but she had forgotten that there was a person who had always been paying attention to her every move and understood the whole story. In the end, she had lost everything.

"You' re Mu Yunshu?" On the sect exchange ceremony, that person lightly raised his sword and pointed at her.

"I am!" At that time, she was happy that she had finally seen him again, but she ignored the deep disgust in her eyes.