Murong Zhuo was not surprised, and he coughed slightly and said: "I am not familiar with the art of Qi Huang, but there is no need to worry too much about this matter. A few days ago, I was seriously injured due to my old age and it was difficult to recover, so I sent a message to Jiu Xian Yin.
Mr. Zu Huiguang, he should arrive in the next two days, and by then he will definitely have a way to detoxify."
Mu Yun was overjoyed when he heard this and couldn't hide his excitement and said: "Is this the senior King of Hell, Chouzu, who is one of the four great Chinese doctors? This... Murong Rong Bing, the great hero, I have a friend who suffers from a strange disease, so can you please
May I introduce you to you and ask Senior Ancestor to diagnose and treat her?"
Murong Zhuo smiled and said: "What's the problem? Although Mr. Ancestor has a weird temper, he still wants to save some respect for me. Young hero, you can rest assured."
Mu Yun beamed with joy and said, "Now that my friend has thanked Murong Murong, I will go and tell her the good news. Murong Murong takes his leave."
Murong Zhuo said in surprise: "Young hero is leaving now?"
When Mu Yun woke up, he realized that he had not returned the Emperor Yao Sword to Murong Zhuo. With his face burning, he held the sword in both hands and said with difficulty concealing his embarrassment: "I was so excited that I lost my bearings.
Please don’t blame me, Master Murong."
Murong Zhuo did not take the sword, but said meaningfully: "Young Master Guan has a lot of energy, he should be a swordsman, so why did you fight with Brother Han just now, but you responded with bare hands?"
Mu Yun became more and more embarrassed, and Qi Qian Ai Ai said: "I'm ashamed, I'm not good at studying, and I accidentally lost my sword."
Murong Zhuolang smiled and said: "In that case, how about giving this sword to the young hero?"
Mu Yun was startled, and said with a red face: "How can that happen? Who in the martial arts world doesn't know that this Emperor Yao's Divine Sword is the sword of Murong Murong. How can I be worthy of being so favored by Murong Murong?
?”
Murong Zhuo smiled and said: "Young hero and I hit it off like old friends. As the saying goes, a sword matches a hero. Please don't refuse, young hero."
Mu Yun was not willing to accept it. He gritted his teeth in desperation and said, "If Master Murong insists on giving it to me, I will have no choice but to run away and never dare to come here again."
Murong Zhuo couldn't hold on anymore, so he stretched out his hand to take the Emperor Yao's sword and chuckled at the same time: "Forget it, fortunately the days are long and it won't be too late to talk to the young knight again. The matter here has come to an end, let me see the young knight out.
Shenque."
Mu Yun hurriedly said seriously: "I don't dare to trouble Master Murong to see me off. Besides, the poisonous atmosphere outside may not have dissipated yet. It's okay if I have a spiritual jade to protect me. However, Master Murong should not put himself in danger."
Murong Zhuo pondered for a while, then finally sighed, cupped his hands as a courtesy and said: "Then forgive me for being rude, young hero, please take care of yourself and beware of evil plots. As for seeking medical treatment from my ancestors, I will definitely send him to you in time."
People will inform you about the progress.”
Mu Yun clasped his fists in return, said goodbye, and walked out to the outside. He was vigilant all the way to the gate, and the strange fragrance in the house was still very strong.
Mu Yun nodded secretly, unlatched the door, and strode out.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he saw several figures in front of him. Mu Yungang was startled, but when he saw them clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out that those were the people who were drinking at the same table tonight, plus Zhu Fengyin and Shang Hongxiu, and the leader was Qian Liben.
Everyone felt relieved when they saw Mu Yun. Kong Fang noticed that Mu Yun was covered in blood and sword marks, so he quickly stepped forward and asked with concern: "Is Brother Mu's injury serious?"
Mu Yun felt warm in his heart and said with a smile: "It's just a trauma, brother Kong, don't worry, but there is still poisonous gas inside, so it's not advisable for everyone to enter for the time being."
Kong Fang nodded and said: "We know that, so we have to wait here, but we don't know what the situation is inside?"
Mu Yun was shuddered when he heard the words, and while he was thinking deeply, he saw Qian Liben walking forward slowly and said meaningfully: "There must be a thief coveting the rare treasure in the house, so he took advantage of it and tried to seize it. Mu Shaoxia can
Have you ever seen the thief?"
Mu Yun understood the idea and nodded immediately: "Senior's prediction was correct. Although the thief came with full force, fortunately Jiren had his own destiny and there were no casualties in the house. Fortunately, I have used my little money to drive away the thief.
"
Although his words were a bit vague, Qian Li was an old man who had become a master. How could he not understand the truth? So he said with approval: "Young Master Mu helped me out of kindness. I have thanked Master Murong for this."
, Ha... Xiao Ting'er can feel relieved now, right?"
Yan Ting was standing in front of Shang Hongxiu with her back turned. When she heard the words, her delicate body trembled slightly but she did not respond.
Mu Yun was hesitant when he saw this, but Lei Heng glared at him and said: "How dare you pretend to be stupid! My little sister is crying because of you, you damn... Humph!"
Mu Yun saw that Lei Heng's eyes were almost bursting with fire, and his angry voice was filled with unspeakable dejection. He immediately felt guilty, so he approached Yan Ting and said calmly: "Don't worry, Ting'er.
Isn’t this good for me?”
Yan Ting still ignored her, but Shang Hongxiu coughed and said: "Okay little sister, your Xiaomu is not missing any arms or legs. At most, he is missing a tendon in his head and his tongue is a lot shorter. How can you still
Why don’t you treat him quickly?”
Mu Yun was at a loss of whether to laugh or cry when he suddenly noticed that Shang Hongxiu also had reddish circles under his eyes. He couldn't help but feel his heart pounding. He quickly glanced at Zhu Fengyin and saw that although he nodded and smiled, there was clearly a look of disappointment on his face.
Mu Yun became even more frightened and inexplicable. Suddenly, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps. He turned around and followed the sound, and saw a thin figure approaching quickly. It was none other than Xiao Lei.
Before Mu Yun could ask, Xiao Lei had already grabbed Qian Liben and said in a tearful tone: "Go and save people, save people!"
When Qian Liben saw Xiao Lei coming alone and looking so sad and frightened, Qian Liben couldn't help but change his face slightly. He patted him on the shoulder first and then said in a friendly voice: "Don't be anxious, what happened?"
Xiaolei's mood calmed down a little, but he still said tremblingly: "The one named Hei and Mrs. Song...Xi, something happened to them both."
Yan Ting was still angry with Mu Yun, but when she heard this, she suddenly turned around and said urgently: "What's wrong with Brother Zhao? Tell me quickly!"
There were still traces of tears on her face, and her voice was a little hoarse, but she had a rare timid temperament. It was like pear blossoms with rain, and I felt pity for her.
When Xiaolei was urged by Yan Ting, his expression became even more sad, and he said with a trembling voice: "They were all injured by Xiang Shengyu's men. Before I had time to rescue them, they were kidnapped by others."
After listening to Meifeng Yixuan, Mu Yun snorted coldly and said: "They are the people who are bound by swords again. It seems that their goal is not just Chaotian Que."
Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Qian Liben also frowned and said to Xiao Lei: "Why is Mrs. Xi involved? What happened?"
Seeing that he was helpless, Xiao Lei had to briefly tell the story of his past, until Ling Zhao was injured by Gai Nie's sword without checking for a while.
The more Qian Liben listened, the darker his expression became. Yan Ting's heart was in her throat even more. Tears loomed in her beautiful eyes, and she said worriedly: "Is Brother Zhao seriously injured? Since you are fine now, then what?