Chapter 1732 1733 My Heart Is Cold

Seeing the high-spirited people, Mu Hanyan was full of relief. Although their strength is not strong, but the entire clan, men, women, old and a few hundred people, are all comparable to the strength of the first-level swordsmen. For such a village, it is already very terrifying.

Even if the Blood Wind Pirates make a comeback, Mujiacun still has the strength to fight. Even if they can't beat them in the end, they can calmly evacuate. Even in the wasteland, they can survive very well.

"Dedicated to the lord, there are still some spring water left here, you can keep it." Mu Hanyan handed the water bag to Ye Yi'an.

"How can this work, you should keep it yourself." Ye Yi'an declined.

"It's useless for me to keep it. There are still some children in the village, and they will need them sooner or later when they grow up." Mu Hanyan said. Anyway, it's a waste for her to keep it, it's better to give it to the Mu family, and it's not a waste for them to take in her.

"You are interested. But it doesn't take so much, so let's go, I want half, and you keep the rest." Ye Yi'an said with relief.

Soon, Ye Yi'an took out the water bag and distributed some spring water, leaving the rest to Mu Hanyan.

Seeing Mu Hanyan's actions, the Mu clan members were even more grateful. If she hadn't resolutely stopped her, they would have been on their knees again.

"Let's all go back, the banquet will continue." Ye Yi'an said.

"Yes, let's continue eating." Mutu quickly rushed back to the wine table, and the others were also elated and returned to their seats.

Even the injured clansmen returned to their original positions after being bandaged. Their luck is not bad, with Mutu in front of them, they didn't hurt their lives. With their strong physique and tenacious vitality, I believe it will not take long for them to recover as before.

Soon, there was another happy scene in the village.

Mu Hanyan was secretly ashamed, the battlefield hadn't been cleaned up properly, so it was eaten up again. But she also knows that this is not because the Mu family is too thick, but because it is too difficult to survive in the Continent of God. It is not surprising for those displaced people to eat and sleep in the open, and they are so hungry that they may drink blood. The Mu family is comparable to them. I live a wealthy life, but I'm afraid I can't eat good food several times a year. It's rare to have such a table of good wine and good food, so how can I waste it?

The banquet did not end until midnight, and everyone was full of food and drink. The one who enjoyed the meal the most was the prayer priest, Lord Sikong Qinglan. When Mutu brought him back to his room with a half-assistance, this guy's stomach was so full that he could barely walk.

"Oh, I don't know how difficult it is to live in Huayu Temple." Seeing this scene, Miss Mu was very worried.

The whole night was silent, and at dawn, all the Mu clan members came to the entrance of the village to see Mu Hanyan off.

"Hanyan, take care all the way, and be careful about everything." Ye Yi'an said to Mu Hanyan lovingly.

"Sir, won't you come with me?" Mu Hanyan said reluctantly.

She came to the Continent of Gods completely lonely, so she subconsciously regarded Ye Yi'an as a senior, and Ye Yi'an respected her because she misunderstood her as a saint, but after getting along with her, she also unknowingly regarded her as a junior , not only caring, but also desperately protecting each other in critical moments, so it's a bit reluctant to separate suddenly.

"When I'm old, I won't run around with you. Besides, I don't have to worry about Priest Sikong with you, cough..." Having said this, Ye Yi'an coughed a few times, his face pale. A few strange blushes appeared on the surface.

"Sir, take good care of yourself, and take good care of yourself. I will definitely find a way to help you extend your lifespan." Mu Hanyan hurriedly patted his back and said softly.

Seeing the morbid blush on Ye Yi'an's face, Mu Hanyan felt a little sad. With his cultivation, it was already a miracle that he was able to survive until now. He had been injured a lot when he started with Kang Qingyuan and Chen Xuefeng before. Shou Yuan, who was at the end of his life, was affected again. It was estimated that he did not have many days to live. However, the Qibao Life Extension Pill, which was finally used to save his life, was wasted on Liu Guang, which made Mu Hanyan feel deeply guilty.

"It's good that you have this kind of heart, the fate is determined by the sky, you can't force me to continue to live to such an old age, and seeing you, I'm already content, you don't have to worry about me, taking care of yourself is the most important thing. , if one day I'm gone, remember to help me take care of these Mu clan members." Ye Yi'an said to Mu Hanyan with relief.

Although he misses the Holy Court every day, he has lived in Mujia Village for thousands of years, and he still has feelings for him, so he is still worried about the Mu family.

"En." Mu Hanyan nodded. His eyes were a little wet, and he made up his mind. He must improve his strength as soon as possible and find a way to extend his life for Ye Yi'an.

The carriage slowly drove out of the village, and Mu Hanyan waved goodbye to everyone. She didn't pull the curtain until the black head disappeared from view, but she felt a little disappointed in her heart.

"Miss Mu, don't be too sad. When you officially become a priest, you can come back and have a look when you have time." Sikong Qinglan said comfortingly. Because his old bull was too old and walked slowly, Mu Hanyan simply invited him to this carriage. Originally, this carriage was big enough, so Ye Yi'an didn't go, so she and Ling Baobao were the only ones. Two people, the place is naturally more spacious.

"Thank you Sir Sikong." Mu Hanyan said politely.

"Miss Mu, don't be too polite." Seeing Mu Hanyan being so polite, Sikong Qinglan felt a little flattered and said shyly.

"By the way, Sir Sikong, thanks to your reminder at the Fengcheng Temple a few days ago, and also thanks to your help when I met Kang Qingyuan and the Blood Wind Pirates, I am very grateful to Mu Hanyan. But there is one thing I am a little bit of. I don't understand, we have never known each other, why does Lord Sikong protect the little girl so much?" Mu Hanyan asked.

She had been thinking about this question for a long time, and when she saw Sikong Qinglan's flattered expression just now, she was even more puzzled, and couldn't help but ask.

"This..." Sikong Qinglan hesitated for a while, then said, "I'll tell you when I get to Huayu Temple, I'm not sure about some things."

"Okay then." Seeing his unusually solemn expression, it didn't seem like he was trying to hide something, but there was some doubt in his heart, so Mu Hanyan didn't ask any further questions.

Next to him, Ling Baobao was still studying the armor of the tyrannical dragon. He didn't know why he was so interested in this turtle shell. Mu Hanyan didn't bother him and started to practice martial arts. She hasn't learned priest magic yet, and she can't reveal her kendo cultivation. Apart from practicing martial arts, she can't find anything else to do.

However, he knew from the beginning that this martial arts was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, and now that he had absolute power comparable to the ninth rank of a swordsman, he was able to exert its formidable power even more, and Mu Hanyan practiced it with relish.

"We're here." Three days later, Sikong Qinglan's excited voice rang in his ears.

Looking out through the opened curtain, an ancient city appeared in sight.

It is said that it is a city, but its scale is far from that of Tianfeng City. It is estimated that it is equivalent to the size of three or five Mujia villages. It is surrounded by several desolate peaks, making it even more insignificant.

And the city wall doesn't have the slightest sense of majesty at all, and there are signs of collapse everywhere. If it weren't for the ancient temple in the center of the city, it still stood proudly, how could it look like an ancient city ruins.

However, although the shrine has not collapsed, it is still devastated and mottled all over, and I don't know how long it can stand. Looking at the posture, maybe one day the wind will blow it down.

This is the Temple of Flower Rain... The cold wind blew in, and Mu Hanyan's heart also became cold.