Time flies by in a blink of an eye, and it¡¯s the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, celebrating the Spring Festival.
This festival originated in ancient times and has been popular throughout the Mengxian Continent and has never declined.
Time is a long river, eternal and invisible. The waves of time are constantly rising and falling, washing history silently.
The original meaning of celebrating the Spring Festival has long been redefined by the world. However, no matter how it changes, the Spring Festival has always been the most important festival for the world. Every time during this festival, those ancient families will carry out ancestor worship activities.
It coincides with the Spring Festival, and the ten-day war on the same day has been cancelled. Like the end of the year, it is another day of free time.
As evening approached, two figures suddenly walked side by side into the East Valley, a man and a woman.
Mu Chen was wearing a green gown. He raised his feet and stepped down. His brows were cold and calm, as if he had deep sadness hidden in his heart. On the right side, Mu Wanyan is wearing a light green skirt, smiling slightly, walking slowly and not hastily, naturally exuding a gentle and graceful style.
"Why have you been refusing to speak this time when you go back?" Mu Wanyan suddenly said, his voice like the warm wind.
¡°Anyway, whatever I say is wrong, so what else can I say?¡± Mu Chen replied quietly, looking like an angry child.
After hearing what he said, Mu Wanyan smiled, and then said helplessly: "Practice of physical body is determined by heaven. You are not suitable for practicing swordsmanship. How can you blame your uncle for this again and again. After so many years, how old are you? You're not young anymore, you should have understood the truth a long time ago and shouldn't have such unrealistic thoughts anymore."
Mu Chen didn't say a word, just lowered his head and walked forward, a look of displeasure clearly overflowing on his face.
Soon, the two of them came to a building and stopped one after another.
¡°He lives in the room on the top floor.¡± Mu Chen said an abrupt word, turned around and left.
Mu Wanyan shook her head and smiled, letting him leave, walking to the circular staircase outside the building alone, and slowly walked towards the top floor.
"Dudu dudu." Mu Wanyan stood outside the house and knocked lightly on the wooden door a few times.
After a few breaths, the door of the room was opened.
Bian Yao poked his head out from behind the door and glanced outward with his black eyes. When he saw the person standing at the door, he couldn't help but stand there in shock.
In an instant, Mu Wanyan smelled a faint smell of wine, and there was also the faint aroma of spiritual fruit. He raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not say anything. He turned around and said with a smile: "I have something to ask you, how about you come with me for a walk?"
Bian Yao suddenly came back to his senses, said softly "Oh", and then moved his eyes away from the leaves at the other party's temples, and walked out of the room.
In this way, the two of them walked down the building one after another and walked slowly outside the east valley together.
"Can you guess who I am?" Mu Wanyan suddenly asked.
"People from the Mu family should be eldest ladies or something like that." Bian Yao answered without hesitation.
Mu Wanyan smiled softly and said calmly: "My father is the leader of the Mu clan, also the head of the Mu family. Don't tell others about this."
Although Bian Yao felt a little surprised after hearing this, he was not surprised. He had already guessed the identity of the other party, but he was not sure.
Seeing his indifferent reaction, Mu Wanyan smiled, turned her bright eyes, and said, "When I went back yesterday, I learned from the chief steward that you had met my aunt."
Bian Yao felt puzzled, turned his head and asked curiously: "Who is your aunt?"
As soon as the words came out, a figure suddenly appeared in his mind, and he said quickly: "Oh I know, it's her! The old ghost seemed to call her Xiaoxue."
"Mu Qianxue, she is my aunt." Mu Wanyan added with a smile, and suddenly asked: "The old ghost you mentioned must be the one who asked you to come to Mu County. What kind of person is he?"
"Well" Bian Yao walked slowly and recalled: "He calls himself Ye Zhizi. He has a ghostly face. He looks a bit scary, but he is actually a nice person."
"He took my aunt to escape from Mu County secretly. I haven't seen her since I was born, and I don't even know what she looks like." After hearing his description, Mu Wanyan looked slightly different.
"To be honest, your aunt's appearance is not ugly, but she is a bit fierce!"
"Of course it won't be ugly, don't talk nonsense! Third grandpa said that my aunt was very well-behaved when she was a child. You are luckier than me. You actually met my aunt before me."
"That's not luck! You think I want to see that old evil woman, she's an old ghost"
¡°You are not allowed to talk about my aunt like that!¡± Mu Wanyan interrupted him, with a slightly angry look on his face.
Bian curled his lips and said no more. In the brief silence, the two people left the East Valley and headed north along the valley road.
The empty valley is quiet and quiet, with green grass covering the slopes, swaying like dancing in the evening breeze.
Mu Wanyan frowned and said nothing, walking slowly with hesitation on his face. After a while, he asked, "How did you meet that Mu Qingge?"
Bian Yaozheng felt a little embarrassed. After hearing her question, he roughly told her the first time he met Mu Qingge, and then the whole process of meeting her in chaos and walking together.
"So, you met unexpectedly three times and finally gathered in the valley. The fate is very deep!" Mu Wanyan said with a smile.
Hearing this, Bian Yao was stunned for a moment, then laughed, but said nothing.
"It seems to me that he doesn't like to talk much. Has he always been like this?" Mu Wanyan asked again.
"In my impression, sword cultivators don't seem to like to talk very much, and I don't know what's wrong with it. In fact, it doesn't matter if there are not many truths, but you don't know that his words can be very irritating sometimes!" Bian Yao said seriously. explained.
Mu Wanyan listened quietly, and couldn't help but think of the awkward look on Mu Qingge's face that day when he was healing his injuries, and she couldn't help but laugh.
At this time, the two of them were walking outside the Baihua Valley. They smelled a faint fragrance from a distance. They tilted their heads and looked into the valley. At the same time, they said: "The place you live in is really nice. It's like a fairyland. Can I go in?" have a look?"
"No! Men are not allowed to enter Baihua Valley!" Mu Wanyan said seriously.
"Why are you being so stingy! I'll just go in and take a look, and then I'll come out." Bian Yao said, turned around and strode towards the entrance of the valley.
¡°If you¡¯re not afraid of falling into a coma, just keep walking in.¡± Mu Wanyan warned.
Bian Yao heard clearly and stopped immediately, then turned around and smiled.
It was already evening, and the two of them walked outside Baihua Valley, turned to the valley road and headed west.
Not long after walking forward, Bian Yao suddenly remembered something. After thinking about it for a long time, he asked: "Do you know what happened to Mu Xiyou?"
When Mu Wanyan suddenly heard this question, his face darkened slightly. He twirled his long temples with his hands and frowned. After pondering for a moment, he slowly told the reason for the incident.
It turns out that Mu Xiyou once had a sworn brother named Mu Xiqing who came from the same village. That Mu Xiqing is a mid-term dream maniac, practicing together in the valley, and he and Mu Xiyou are naturally very close to each other on weekdays. Later, Mu Xiqing fell in love with a woman from Baihua Valley, but the woman was closer to another early-stage dreamer. In a ten-year battle, Mu Xiqing happened to be fighting against her lover. As a result, she became jealous and had murderous thoughts. When her opponent lost the ability to resist, she still struck hard. Although the tutor from the outside took action in time, it was still too late. step.
The Mu clan has clan rules that strictly prohibit killing each other among the same clan! Anyone who dares to kill a fellow tribesman will not only be severely punished, but will also be despised by all the Mu tribe members. Mu Xiqing violated the clan law in public and caused the death of a clan member. His crime will not be forgiven!
In anger, the person in charge, Mu Qiyuan, took action personally, and after announcing Mu Xiqing's crime, he shot him dead on the spot! This serves as a warning to other children of the Mu clan not to violate clan rules!
Although the sinner died, Mu Xiyou, a person who was close to the sinner in the past, was burdened by the anger of everyone and was hated and disgusted by other children of the Mu clan. Regarding this, Mu Xiyou felt bitter in his heart but it was hard to express. After all, what his brother did was really not what he should have done!
"This matter clearly has nothing to do with him, why are you treating him like this!" Bian Yao felt unhappy because of Mu Xiyou's injustice.
"So what? Do you want the leader to summon all the children of the Mu tribe to the front and force them not to hate Mu Xiyou and to get along with each other in a friendly manner? People's hearts are hard to control, and some things cannot be changed by forceful interference from outside forces!" Mu Wanyan looked sad. Although she had some sympathy for Mu Xiyou, her words also revealed a deep sense of helplessness.
Bian Yao lowered his head and thought for a long time, but could not find any reason to refute, so he remained silent and did not speak again.
The two of them kept walking forward, and the sky gradually turned dark. When they reached Qingyin Valley, they turned back.
On the way back, the two chatted a few more words. Finally, Mu Wanyan returned to Baihua Valley, while Bian Yao returned to Donggu alone and quietly returned to his house.