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- In the valley, the originally dark sky suddenly became bright.
In the East Valley, which had been quiet all night, the sound of opening and closing wooden doors, chaotic footsteps, and chatter began to be heard. All these sounds merged into a vibrant morning song.
The morning song echoed throughout the valley, drifting into the top-floor room of a certain building.
The sky is clear and the room is bright with enough light!
On the soft wooden and straw bed, Bian Yao suddenly opened his eyes, woke up from his meditative slumber, breathed out slowly, and then moved his eyes out the window.
Suddenly, he remembered what his old teacher said before leaving last night. He quickly jumped out of bed, pushed open the dark green wooden door, hurried out of the house, stood in front of the wooden railing on the corridor and looked into the valley.
Within sight, many figures were leaving the house where they lived one after another and walking towards the outside of the East Valley.
Those people are naturally the children of the Mu tribe. They all have light green hair and wear green short shirts. At first glance, they seem to match the environment in the valley.
The sky is light blue, without any clouds, and the wind is very light.
Bian Yao randomly stuffed a few spiritual fruits into his mouth and hurried downstairs along the circular staircase, preparing to rush to the practice field with those people to have a good look at the practice method of the Mu tribe.
However, as soon as he stepped onto the stairs to the ground floor, the closed door behind him was pushed open as soon as his footsteps hit the ground, and then a person's shout rang out!
"Who is it? How did you"
Bian Yao trembled, stopped hurriedly, turned his head and looked back.
A young man, about in his early twenties, with a childish appearance, green hair and a green shirt, was standing at the door of the house, staring at him with a look on his face!
Bian Yao has not yet noticed that his black hair and gray-white cloth robe are an outlier in this green valley. Naturally, he is extremely conspicuous and attracts attention!
The sudden loud shouting just now has obviously attracted the attention of other people in the valley. Those people stopped and turned around, first looking at the source of the sound, and then slowly surrounding them.
Sensing the abnormal changes around him, Bian Yao hurriedly turned around and found that he had become the focus and target of everyone's eyes. He even saw faint hostility from the depths of those people's eyes!
His face was slightly embarrassed, and he felt a little nervous in his heart. He stood there in a daze for a moment, feeling at a loss.
Seeing hundreds of children of the Wood clan approaching him closer and closer, Bian Yao's thoughts changed rapidly and he suddenly said: "The chief steward brought me here."
As soon as these words came out, those people all stopped. The hostility in their eyes disappeared instantly, and when they looked at themselves again, their eyes became weird.
"If you don't go to Yangmu Valley, what are you doing here?" A cold and stern voice suddenly sounded from outside the crowd.
In an instant, the expressions of the children of the Wood clan suddenly changed, and they seemed to be very afraid of the owner of the voice, and they quickly dispersed.
A young man with a cold face walked slowly from the back to the front of the crowd. This man was wearing something different from the other children of the Mu tribe. Others were wearing short shirts, but he was wearing a green long shirt.
The young man in the long gown focused his eyes, looked Bian Yao up and down, and asked, "When did the chief steward bring you here?"
As an outsider, Bian Yao really wants to have a good relationship with the people here and is not willing to cause any unpleasant things at all. So the slightly embarrassed face forced out a smile and replied seriously: "Last night."
After a few breaths of silence, the young man in a long gown suddenly turned around, with a cold face, walked through the crowd, and walked out of the East Valley without saying a word.
Now that things have come to this, none of the children of the Mu clan said a word, and they all turned around and headed outside the valley.
While looking at the backs of the children of the Wood Clan in the distance, he felt a little complicated. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, and was about to follow them when he suddenly heard the sound of rapid footsteps behind him.
"Are you really brought here by the big steward?" The young man who was standing at the door of the house and yelling quickly came to his side and asked with a curious smile on his face.
"He said he was the chief steward of the Mu family, but I don't know whether it's true or not." Bian Yao glanced at him sideways, said a few words with a smile, and walked forward.
"Of course he is the big steward, otherwise who would dare to fake his identity! Hey! I have been in the valley for more than ten years and I have never seen the big steward. I heard that he rarely leaves the Mu family. You are so lucky! "The young man walked beside him step by step and said to himself: "Um you will live above me, right?"
"I live on the top floor." Bian Yao didn't look at him and just walked forward slowly.
¡°???Living on the bottom floor, we will be friends living in the same building from now on. My name is Mu Xiyou, what is your name? "The young man said with a smile, seemingly very happy.
"Bian Yao."
"Where are you from? Why did the chief steward bring you to the valley? Logically speaking, it is absolutely impossible for the children of the Mu clan who have not awakened their blood to appear here." Mu Xiyou stared at Bian Yao's black hair and rolled his eyes a few times. Turn around and asked curiously.
After a slight hesitation, Bian Yao replied: "I am from Caucheng, not from the Mu clan. Someone asked me to come to the Mu family, so I came here."
"What! Are you a foreigner too?" Mu Xiyou shouted in surprise, with a look of disbelief in his eyes. Then he laughed strangely and said in a very envious tone: "It seems that you know a great person! I heard that you know a great person. A few days ago, a young sword cultivator came to the Sword Valley, and he is not from the Wood tribe. It¡¯s really strange. I have never heard of foreigners entering the valley before, but now in just a few days, two people have arrived!"
"Young sword cultivator?" Bian Yao let out a light sigh and asked hurriedly: "Where is the sword valley?"
"Close to the South Valley, there were originally only six people in the Sword Valley, but it became seven a few days ago." Mu Xiyou shook his head, slowed down his steps, turned to look at Bianyao, and asked: "How old are you? What state are you in now?"
"Seventeen, the early stage of Dream Mania." Bian Yao answered, but in his heart he was wondering whether the young sword cultivator in the Sword Valley might be the same person as the figure in his mind.
"What!" Mu Xiyou was startled, then glanced at Bian Yao with jealous eyes, and said with a smile: "I can't believe that, it seems that your qualifications are no worse than that young master, no wonder you can enter the valley. "
Bian Yao smiled slightly, but sighed in his heart. Others didn't know, but he knew it very well in his heart! Being able to cultivate to the realm of dream madness in just six or seven years is entirely due to his dark and mysterious dream.
He didn't want to say anything more about this. After all, it was related to his own secrets, so he deliberately changed the topic and said: "Yesterday, the chief manager went to Green Lake City to find me and said he wanted to take me to a place. At first, I thought he was going to Wood. Home, I didn¡¯t expect it to be here.¡±
"What a wonderful idea you have!" Mu Xiyou laughed, and then whispered mysteriously: "According to what I heard, among the teachings in the valley, except for the "chief master" Mu Qiyuan, he once went to Mu Qiyuan once. Home that no one else has ever been to.¡±
Hearing what he said, Bian Yao felt particularly curious, turned around and asked, "Who is in charge?"
"It's the old gentleman with a square scarf on his head. He is the biggest in the valley. It is said that he is only half a step away from the realm of Meng Zun. All other teachings are under his control!"
Hearing this, Bian Yao was silent for a moment, remembering that among the thirteen people he saw last night, the old man standing in the middle was wearing a square scarf on his head, and he expected that that person was undoubtedly the master of the valley.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, frowned slightly, and asked: "When I first entered the valley last night, I saw a tall tree at the mouth of the valley, and there was an old man sitting on the top of the tree. Who is he?"
"Ah! I forgot about it." Mu Xiyou patted his head and said with a look of wonder: "That man is the clan elder, and his status is much higher than the chief. We all call him Old Man Shougu. He seems to be a Meng Zun!"
While they were talking, the two of them had already left the East Valley, following closely behind the children of the Mu clan, they walked onto the wide road of the valley and turned south.
Bian Yao felt relieved and thought to himself that it was no wonder that the old man was not moved at all when he saw the big manager. It turned out that he was also a powerful Meng Zun, and his status was extraordinary. It seemed that the Mu family was as mysterious and powerful as the rumors!
He took a few steps forward in silence, and suddenly asked: "Who was the man in the long gown just now? You all seemed a little afraid of him."
Mu Xiyou turned around and looked around, finding no one behind him, so he whispered: "The young master seems to be from the Mu family, his name is Mu Chen. The teachers are very respectful to him, but the specific identity is not clear. Although he has a bad temper. , but he is very talented in cultivation. He is only eighteen years old and has already reached the middle stage of dream madness."
Bian Yao said nothing, secretly guessing the identity of the young man in the long gown, and then thought of the little barbarian girl in the palace, the princess who loved the color red very much. She also had a very high talent for cultivation, and she had reached the realm of dream madness at the age of sixteen.
"Hurry up! We're at the end." Mu Xiyou suddenly shouted, dashing forward and running quickly.
Bian Yao looked up and found that the children of the Wood clan who were walking in front had disappeared. He suddenly put force on his toes and ran forward after them.
Tens of breaths later, a valley mouth appeared on the right side of the mountain. There was a stone tablet beside it with three large green characters "Yangmu Valley" engraved on it.
At this point, it¡¯s hard toThe friend suddenly slowed down, turned around and walked towards the valley.
Bian Yao followed closely and slowed down, following behind. Everywhere he looked were trees, and he couldn't help but feel surprised.
Yangmu Valley is round in shape, with hundreds of strange trees of varying heights distributed on the ground in the valley, almost completely occupying the entire valley.
In a limited open space, more than two hundred children of the Wood clan with green hair and green shirts stood in more than a dozen rows, facing east and west.
Opposite the children of the Wood clan, seven figures stood quietly, all wearing black long robes and green short robes, representing the teachings of Yougu.
The old man standing among the seven people, wearing a white square cloth scarf, is Mu Qiyuan, the director of the valley. As for the old instructor who led Bian Yao to Donggu's residence last night, he was also among them. There were six people missing in total, including the instructor who carried the sword and the only female instructor.
Mu Xiyou walked forward quickly, no longer looking at Bianyao, and slipped into the queue, disappearing.
Bian Yao noticed seven eyes directed at him, and couldn't help but cursed secretly. He moved quickly and stood quietly at the back of the queue, forming a line of his own, listening with bated breath.
Mu Qiyuan's face straightened slightly, and he said slowly: "I'll give you a little time, and I want to say something. From today on, you will have one more practicing companion. His name is Bian Yao, who is not from the Mu tribe. In the future, In the days to come, I want you to treat him as a member of the same clan and not do anything out of character!"
Speaking of this, the leader of the valley suddenly paused, and his solemn eyes slowly swept over the children of the Wood clan in front of him. After a moment of silence, he said, "Okay, get ready to practice."
As soon as the principal finished speaking, the two hundred or so children of the Wood clan dispersed with a roar, each walked towards one of the trees, then sat cross-legged under the tree and closed their eyes.
Bian Yao stood alone on the spot, turning his head to look around with curiosity. He was surprised to find that the number of trees in the valley was equal to the number of children of the Mu tribe, no more than one tree and no less than the other. In addition, he was also very puzzled by the behavior of these Wood Clan disciples!
Suddenly, he discovered another problem. The shape of the leaves of the more than two hundred strange trees in Yangmu Valley looks very similar to the leaves of the mysterious towering tree in the ancient temple of the Mu tribe in Gumu Village. If we want to talk about the difference, the trees here are no more than three feet tall at most, and some are as short as only one foot, while the tree in the ancient temple is more than two hundred feet tall.
Just when Bian Yao was thinking wildly, the director of Yougu walked towards him, followed by six teachers, all with kind smiles on their faces.
"What are you thinking about, little friend?" Mu Qiyuan came closer and asked with a smile. He addressed Bian Yao as an elder addressing his younger peers, rather than as a teacher or principal in Yougu.
Bian Yao put aside the random thoughts in his mind, looked up at the leader of the valley and the other six teachers, grinned, and asked: "Do I want to be like them? But it seems that there are no more trees."
"This is a unique way of practice of our Mu tribe. Although it is not suitable for outsiders, my little friend, you can go to meditate among them. Go and try it. Remember not to enter the dreamland. Just meditate and meditate. Maybe you will have something to do with it. It's a different feeling than before." Mu Qiyuan said with a smile on his face, slightly mysteriously.
Bian Yao turned his head and looked at the strange trees, his eyes flashing with doubt. After hesitating for a few breaths, he stepped towards the trees.
Carefully walking through the strange trees, he found the children of the Wood clan sitting under the trees with their eyes closed, breathing calmly and gently, as if they had fallen asleep.
In the middle of the group of trees, I found a space in the distance, sat cross-legged, closed my eyes, and got rid of all the distracting thoughts.
The head of the valley and the six teachers floated around in various corners of the valley, then sat cross-legged together and slowly closed their eyes.
It was quiet all around, without any noise.
Tens of breaths later, Bian Yao seemed to hear the sound of breathing, and there was not just one, but countless sounds, the breathing of all the children of the Mu clan, one after another!
Gradually, he seemed to hear the hidden changes in it. The breathing sounds were adjusting the rhythm of each other and slowly converged into the same beat.
Suddenly, countless breathing sounds finally merged into one breath. That breath was long and deep, as if it was made in heaven!
That breath seems to come from the deepest part of the earth, containing the pure spiritual energy of vegetation! Extraordinarily rich!
Trees originate from the earth, and eventually turn into a special energy between heaven and earth, returning to the earth.
At this moment, all the children of the Mu clan in Yangmu Valley seemed to have transformed into a magical tree.
With long breaths, Bian Yao felt himself drifting slowly, falling into the depths of the earth little by little.
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