Tang Wanxin stepped into the backyard of Tongfu Inn.

The fruit trees in the backyard were bearing fruit in abundance, and a few magpies were chirping on the trees.

She saw a man in green with his back to her, playing with a formation under a fruit tree. It was a small spirit gathering formation that could make the fruit tree quickly bear fruit.

The waiter called out: "Big shopkeeper, our shopkeeper Tang is back."

The man in Tsing Yi turned around with a smile and met Tang Wanxin's eyes.

"Why, we haven't seen each other for a few days and you don't recognize me anymore?"

Tang Wanxin looked at that familiar face and finally laughed out loud after a moment.

On Tianmo Mountain, the Ghost Saint stood under the Immortal Tree for a long time. He suddenly felt spiritual power fluctuations on his jade letter of communication.

Ghost Saint took out the jade paper and checked the news from Tang Wanxin.

The content only contains four simple words. "Chu Feng returns."

Only these four words made Gui Sheng stare at them for a long time. After putting away the jade paper, he let out a long breath.

He turned his head and looked to the east. He said to himself: "Resurrected from the dead! He actually came back from the dead! Lan'er, you did not choose the wrong person. He should be the savior Feng Lan mentioned."

As the sun set in the west, a tall man wearing a bamboo hat walked into Tongfu Inn.

"Sir, please come in." The waiter greeted warmly.

Unexpectedly, the big man climbed up to the waiter's ear and said: "If the sky is affectionate, the sky will also grow old."

"Um?"

"If the sky is affectionate, the sky will also grow old." The big man's voice rose a little, and he repeated it again.

The waiter finally remembered Master Zangjian's previous instruction. If someone said, "If the sky is sentimental, the sky will grow old," then he would say, "If a man is sentimental, he will die early." and lead the incoming person into the backyard.

The waiter got the slogan right, and the big man was really happy.

"Looks like we found the right place."

"Uncle, please invite me from the backyard." The waiter was confused, but he found it very interesting.

It is not difficult to see that these new shopkeepers are not ordinary people. The waiter knows that these shopkeepers must be planning something big. But now he is lucky enough to participate in it personally, and feels even more honored.

"Big shopkeeper, someone is visiting." The waiter sent the big man into the backyard and stepped back immediately with good sense.

The big man said bluntly: "I heard that this is a branch of the Seven Kills Sect."

"Oh? Are you here for business?" Chu Feng was very interested. "That's right! Is this elder brother here to give orders?"

"Exactly!" The big man immediately revealed his intention.

It turned out that this man was a farmer in Yuzhou City. After discovering that his wife was having an affair with Wang San next door, he had murderous intentions towards Wang San. It happened that there were rumors in the city these days that the branch of Qishamen was in Tongfu Inn.

He wanted to try his luck, but he didn't know that the rumor turned out to be true.

Pei Feng and Tang Wanxin looked at each other. They both saw deep helplessness in each other's eyes.

No need to ask, the news was spread by Hidden Sword. But this job... they really don't know how to handle it.

"Our Seven Kills Sect kills people, it's very expensive."

"I have saved some money. My lord, that Wang San is a wolf and has a heartless heart. He is my brother-in-law on weekdays, but secretly he has hooked up with my wife. If I don't kill him, it will be difficult to relieve the hatred in my heart."

"Since you're so angry, why don't you do it yourself?"

"My lord, I don't know. That Wang San learned some boxing skills when he was young. I, I will definitely not be able to beat him. I hope your lord will accept this point."

Chu Feng's head was covered with black lines. He cursed in his heart, "What's the point of hiding a sword?"

Tang Wanxin said with a smile: "Your little money is not enough. If you are not angry, I have an idea. Doesn't that mean Wang San doesn't have a wife?"

The big man was stunned for a moment, and finally thanked Tang Wanxin and strode away.

Pei Feng frowned and said, "This seems a little inappropriate, right?"

"It's better than him being beaten to death by that third king. I'm saving his life, which is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Hall Master Chu, my master didn't ask me to stay with you to do these trivial things for you."

Chu Feng smiled lightly and said: "Butcher has taken the position of helmsman. The affairs of the Nine Helms have been temporarily settled. Now I have something I want to do. Do you want to go with me?"

"Where to go?"

"Southern Xinjiang."

Months passed in a flash.

Within the 100,000-mile mountains on the border of southern Xinjiang, there are countless tribes, large and small.

These tribesmen mainly make a living by fishing, weaving, raising insects, and farming. Among them, raising insects is a unique way of livelihood for residents of southern Xinjiang.

There are many types of insect voodoos in southern Xinjiang, and the quantity is huge. The ancestors living here have explored many insect voodoo techniques and passed them down to later generations.

Today's residents of southern Xinjiang mostly use various types of insect poison for production and labor. What's more, there are some capable people and strangers who can use the art of insect poison to improve their own cultivation and embark on the path of cultivation.

This was the first time for Mu Yutianheng to leave his homeland and set foot on this continent. Everything in southern Xinjiang was full of freshness to them.

The language, clothing, and living customs of the people in southern Xinjiang are all very different from those in the western regions. They feel like they have entered a new world.

After passing through several mountains, the three of them saw smoke curling from a tribe in the distance. Lan Xiaoyu's breathing suddenly became heavier. She looked at the tribe from a distance and was too nervous to step forward.

"Where is this?" Mu Yu asked tentatively.

"This is the Mozang people, this is my home."

Tian Heng said: "What a great place. So what are you waiting for? Let's go in quickly."

Lan Xiaoyu still didn't move her body. "No, I won't go in."

"Why? We've all come this far. You don't want to see your mother?"

Mu Yu said: "Are you worried that your mother is no longer here?"

Lan Xiaoyu nodded slightly.

"Are you also afraid that those tribesmen will see you like this?"

"Yes." Tears welled up in Lan Xiaoyu's eyes. "My people hate the ghost monks the most. But now... I have become the person they hate the most."

"You can't be blamed for everything that happened!" Tian Heng said.

Mu Yu put his arm around Xiaoyu's shoulders and said, "Since you've come this far, you have to go back. Brother Tian and I are waiting for you here. Go ahead."

Lan Xiaoyu put down the huge sarcophagus she was carrying behind her. She took the first step with difficulty. Then her pace became faster and faster.

"Mother, mother." She murmured, her voice choked with sobs as she started to speak, and tears welled up in her eyes.

In Lan Xiaoyu's memory, almost nothing here has changed.

This place is surrounded by clear water in front and green mountains at the back. Every household has a stone wall and a small green tile roof. The long eaves, narrow alleys, every plant, every tree, every tile and every stone can bring out Lan Xiaoyu's countless tears.

After entering the village, she saw a few familiar faces, as well as the old village owner who always leaned against a big rock and smoked a pipe. She also saw a few familiar young women. Those women should have been from her childhood. My playmate is now in full bloom.

Lan Xiaoyu easily avoided everyone's eyes and returned to her small courtyard.

With Xiaoyu's current level of cultivation, she can clearly hear the sound of cooking in the house. She has already felt her mother's breath. Yes, that is the relative she has missed every day in these years.

"Mother. My mother."

Lan Xiaoyu dove into the house.

The woman was frightened and froze beside the stove. The woman looked at Lan Xiaoyu, her eyes changing rapidly. Her body couldn't help but sway.

"Mother, I'm back."

"Xiaoyu? Are you my Xiaoyu?"
Chapter completed!