After a few breaths of silence, the young man in long-dressed clothes suddenly turned around, with a cold face, stepped over the crowd, and walked out of the East Valley without saying a word.

After this, no one of the children of the Wood Clan said anything, and turned around and went to the outsider of the valley.

Bian Yao looked at the backs of the Wooden Clan’s children, and his mood was a little complicated. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and was about to follow him, but suddenly he heard the sound of rapid footsteps behind him.

"Are you really brought it to the great manager?" The young man who had been standing at the door of the house shouting quickly came to him and asked with a smile on his face with curiosity.

"He said he was the chief manager of the Mu family, and I don't know whether it is true or not." Bian Yao glanced at him a few times, smiled and said a few words, then stepped forward.

"Then it's certainly a big manager, otherwise who would dare to pretend to be his identity? Alas! I've been in the valley for more than ten years and have never seen a big manager yet. I heard that he rarely leaves the Mu family. You are so lucky!" The young man walked beside him and said to himself: "That...you live on me, right?"

"I live on the top floor." Bian Yao didn't look at him, but just walked forward slowly.

"I live on the bottom floor. From now on, we will be friends who live in the same building. My name is Mu Xiyou. What is your name?" the young man said with a smile, as if very happy.

"Bian Yao."

"Where are you from? Why did the great manager bring you to the valley? It is logical that the children of the Mu clan who have not awakened their bloodlines will definitely not appear here." Mu Xiyou stared at Bian Yao's black hair, his eyes rolled a few times, and asked curiously.

After hesitating for a moment, Bian Yao answered, "I came from the Aicheng, not from the Mu tribe, but someone asked me to come to the Mu family, so I came."

"What! Are you a foreigner?" Mu Xiyou shouted in surprise, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, then laughed a few times and said in an extremely envious tone: "It seems that you know a great man! I heard that a young sword cultivator came to Jian Valley a few days ago, and he was not from my Mu tribe. It's really strange. I have never heard of foreigners entering the valley before, but now in just a few days, there have been two one after another!"

"Young Sword Cultivator?" Bian Yao exclaimed lightly and asked hurriedly: "Where is the Sword Valley?"

"Get close to the South Valley, there were only six people in the Sword Valley, but it turned into seven a few days ago." Mu Xiyou shook his head, slowed down, turned his head and looked at Bian Yao, and asked, "How old are you? What realm is now?"

"Seventeen, early stage of Dream Crazy." Bian Yao replied, but was wondering whether the young sword cultivator in the Sword Valley could be the same as the figure that appeared in his mind.

"What!" Mu Xiyou was startled, then looked at Bian Yao with a jealous look, and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that your qualifications were no worse than that young master, no wonder you could enter the valley."

Bian Yao smiled slightly, but sighed in his heart. No one knew about it, but he knew very well in his heart! The ability to reach the dream madness level in just six or seven years is entirely due to his dark mysterious dream.

He didn't want to say anything more about this, after all, it was his own secret, so he deliberately changed the topic and said, "Yesterday, the big manager went to Green Lake City to find me and said he wanted to take me to a place. I originally thought it was to go to the Mu family, but I didn't expect it to be here."

"You think beautifully!" Mu Xiyou laughed, and then whispered mysteriously: "As far as I heard, among the teachers in the valley, except for the "maintainment" Lord Mu Qiyuan who had visited the Mu family once, no one else had."

After hearing what he said, Bian Yao felt particularly curious, turned his head and asked, "Who is the chief?"

"It's the old man wearing a square scarf on his head. He is the largest in the valley. It is said that he is only half a step away from the realm of Mengzun, and other teachers will be under his control!"

Upon hearing this, Bian Yao was silent for a moment, remembering the old man standing in the middle of the thirteen people he saw last night, wearing a square scarf on his head, and undoubtedly thought that the man was 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 entrance of the valley, and an old man was sitting on the top of the tree. Who is he?"

"Ah! I forgot it." Mu Xiyou slapped his head, his eyes were full of brightness, and said, "That person is the clan elder, and his status is much higher than that of the head. We all call him the old man Shougu, and he seems to be a dream master!"

While talking, the two had already left the East Valley, followed the Wooden Clan's children from afar, walked up the wide road of the valley, and turned south.

Bian Yao felt relieved and thought to himself that the old man was unmoved when he saw the big manager. It turned out that he was also a powerful man in Mengzun, and his status was extraordinary. It seemed that the Mu family was as mysterious and powerful as the rumors!

He walked forward silently for a few steps, and suddenly asked again: "Who is the person wearing a long gown just now? You all seem to be a little afraid of him."

Mu Xiyou turned his head and looked around, and found that there was no one behind him, so he whispered: "The young master seems to be from the Mu family, and his name is Mu Chen. The teachers are very respectful to him, but they are not very clear about his specific identity. Although he has a bad temper, he has a talent for cultivation. He is only eighteen years old and has reached the mid-stage level of Dream Crazy."

Bian Yao didn't say anything, secretly guessing the identity of the boy in the long gown. Then he thought of the little barbarian woman in the palace, the princess who loves red, who has a very high talent for cultivation. He reached the state of dream madness at the age of sixteen.

"Go away quickly! We are at the end." Mu Xiyou suddenly shouted, jumping forward and running quickly.

Bian Yao looked up and found that the Wooden Clan children who were walking in front were gone. He suddenly exerted force and rushed forward.

After dozens of breaths, a valley entrance appeared on the right side of the mountain, and a stone tablet was erected on it, with three large green characters "Yangmu Valley".

At this point, Mu Xiyou suddenly slowed down and turned around and walked into the valley.

Bian Yao followed and slowed down, following behind him, with trees all over his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel surprised.

Yangmu Valley is round, with hundreds of strange trees of varying heights arranged on the ground in the valley, almost completely occupying the entire valley site.

On a limited open space, more than 200 wooden tribes with green hair and green shirts were standing in a row in more than a dozen rows.

Opposite the Wooden Clan’s children, there were seven figures standing quietly, all wearing a long black robe and a short green robe. They were the teachers of the Valley.

The old man standing among the seven people, wearing a white square cloth scarf, was Mu Qiyuan, the head of the valley. As for the old teacher who led the Bianya to the residence of Donggu last night, there were also six people missing, including the sword-carrying teacher and the only female teacher.

Mu Xiyou walked forward quickly, no longer caring about Bian Yao, and walked into the queue and disappeared.

Bian Yao noticed the seven gazes shot at him, and couldn't help but curse, quickly moved and stood quietly at the end of the queue, forming a line, listening with his breath.

Mu Qiyuan's face turned slightly and said slowly: "I want to say something if I delay your time. From today on, you will have an extra companion of cultivation, named Bian Yao, who is not a Mu clan. In the days to come, I want you to treat him as a member of the tribe and not to do anything beyond etiquette!"

Speaking of this, the valley master suddenly paused, his gaze slowly swept over the Wooden Clan's children in front of him. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "Okay, prepare to practice."

As soon as the head of the office finished his voice, the more than 200 wood clans scattered with a hura, each walking towards one of the trees, and then sat cross-legged under the tree and closed his eyes.

Bian Yao stood alone, turning his head curiously to watch. He was surprised to find that the number of trees in the valley was equal to the number of the children of the Wood Clan, with no more than one tree. In addition, he was also very puzzled by the actions of these children of the Wood Clan!

Suddenly, he discovered another problem. The leaves of these more than 200 strange trees in Yangmu Valley look very similar to the leaves of the mysterious towering giant tree in the ancient wood tribe temple of the ancient Mu Village. To be honest, the trees here are at most three feet tall, and the shortest one is even only one feet tall, while the tree in the ancient temple is more than two hundred feet tall.

Just as Bian Yao was thinking about it, the master of the Valley walked towards him, and six teachers followed him, all with kind smiles.

"What are you thinking about?" Mu Qiyuan came closer and asked with a smile. He called Bian Yao as the elderly to his younger peers, rather than a scholar or a director of the Valley.

Bian Yao threw away the thoughts in his mind, looked up at the master of the Valley and the other six teachers, grinned and asked, "Do I want to be the same as them too? But there seems to be no extra trees."

"This is a unique way of practice for me, Mu Clan. Although it is not suitable for foreigners, you can go to them to meditate. Go and try it. Remember not to enter a dream, just meditate and meditate. Maybe you will feel different from the past." Mu Qiyuan said with a smile on his face and a little mysterious.

Bian Yao turned his head and looked at the strange trees. His eyes were filled with doubts. After hesitating for a few breaths, he stepped into the trees.

Carefully passing through the strange trees, he found that the wood clan's children sat upright under the tree with their eyes closed, breathing calmly and smoothly, as if they had fallen asleep.

In the middle of the tree, Bianya looked for a gap, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and then eliminated the messy distractions.

The head of the valley and six teachers were scattered in many corners of the valley, and then sat down cross-legged together, slowly closing their eyes.

There was a quiet surroundings without any noise.

After dozens of breaths, Bian Yao seemed to hear the sound of breathing, and more than one, there were countless sounds of breathing from all the children of the Wood Clan, one after another!

Gradually, he seemed to hear the hidden changes, the breathing sounds adjusting each other's rhythm and slowly synthesize into the same beat.

Suddenly, countless breathing sounds finally condensed into one, and that breath was long and deep, as if it were natural!

The breath seemed to come from the deepest part of the ground, containing the purest spiritual energy of plants and trees! It was extremely 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 wood clan in Yangmu Valley seemed to have transformed into a magical tree.

Accompanied by long breaths, Bian Yao felt himself slowly floating, falling to the depths of the earth little by little.

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