When Murong Chunyu heard Master Xuanbei ask himself this question, he felt a mixture of emotions in his heart.
He said like this: "Master Xuanbei, the slave family is now Zhao Rui's wife after all. As the saying goes, if you marry a chicken, you will follow the chicken, if you marry a dog, you will follow the dog. As a woman, I have a hard time making decisions on this kind of thing."
Master Xuanbei turned to look at Zhao Rui. Zhao Rui nodded vigorously and blurted out: "I want to go, and I must experience the Tiancan Sword Technique!"
Master Xuanbei smiled and said: "This is the best!"
Now that we have decided to follow Master Xuanbei to Baoniu Village, we will see the Tiancan Sword Technique with our own eyes.
This Tiancan sword technique had never been heard of before, and he didn't know what the subtlety of the sword move was. Zhao Rui felt very curious in his heart.
The people who followed Master Xuanbei to Baoniu Village were probably Zhao Rui, Murong Chunyu, Granny Tianji, and Wang Junyuan.
It is still unknown whether Qin Qingcheng, the medical immortal from Huashan, will go.
Since the disciples of Tianquan Sect and Wuling Sect are still in the cave, they have to wait until Murong Chunyu has settled them properly before they can leave.
One night passed quickly.
It was dawn outside, and Murong Chunyu and Wan Yu, holding lanterns, passed by a group of disciples and walked outside the cave.
"You have to go to that village this time. It's a long journey, thousands of miles away, so it's best to bring a few disciples with you."
Wan Yu frowned and looked at Murong Chunyu and said.
Murong Chunyu shook his head gently and slowly and said: "That's not necessary. Anyway, with Master Xuanbei and Wang Junyuan, two peerless masters, I'm sure everything will be fine."
In fact, from Wan Yu's point of view, the Eight Great Sects had just come down from the mountain, and the disciples were still boiling with enthusiasm. It seemed inappropriate to expel all the disciples at this time.
The two people walked quickly outside the cave. At this time, the sky and the earth were completely blue. There were stars in the sky that had just broken, and the moonlight had not completely faded.
Murong Chunyu said in a deep voice: "Back then, your master Wang Qiuxue and I grew up here, learned martial arts and practiced magical skills, and it has been many years now."
"It feels like a lifetime ago. The two of us teamed up to put Wang Qiuxue to death that day and killed him with our own hands. Although you now lead the Wuling Sect, you are the master of the Wuling Sect."
"But you are always burdened with the crime of killing your master. You must remember that this is actually a taboo for people in our martial arts community. One day, you will suffer a lot from this matter."
Murong Chunyu told him so well, Wan Yu thought twice about it, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a smile: "What's the harm? Master Murong, you must not forget that in our martial arts, everyone speaks with their fists."
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"Whoever has higher kung fu will have a higher status, and who will have more say and control over so many things?"
Murong Chunyu smiled softly, put her jade hands on Wan Yu's shoulders, and said softly: "You are still too young."
Wan Yu was only in her early twenties this year, so naturally she couldn't keep Murong Chunyu's words in mind.
Although it is easy to listen to it, it goes in one ear and out the other, so there is no way to experience it personally.
They both raised their heads and looked up at the stars. Murong Chunyu sighed deeply and said, "After Baoniu Village, it's time for me and Zhao Rui to go to Dashang."
"After all, this Maurya Dynasty is not the destination for me, Murong Chunyu. It may be that after a few years, I will become old and yellow, and I will fall back to my roots after my death."
Wan Yu heard Murong Chunyu's words seem to be a bit desolate, and then asked softly: "What, you will never come back again?"