Questions flashed through my mind, could it be that she is actually the one who is connected with my blood! She is the ancestor of the Mu clan.

Even Mu Hanyan herself was taken aback by this speculation.

I used to think that Xing Tiannv was the ancestor of the Mu family, this idea has already made Mu Hanyan's blood boil, and the speculation now makes her feel excited and suppressed. Such a pinnacle powerhouse once looked down at the world with a smile and looked down at the mountains and rivers. Such a stunning character may have such a relationship with her. How can she not make her excited and proud.

However, afterwards, thinking of the mysterious woman being attacked by someone in an unlucky fall, Mu Hanyan couldn't help but feel a pain.

Who on earth is she, and the Mu family, are they as they guessed? Who the **** was the one who calculated her? Mu Hanyan was puzzled.

"Senior Thousand Chance, can you figure it out?" Mu Hanyan thought of the Star Magic Thousand Chance again.

It's a pity that this time, there was silence in my mind, and I didn't know if the Star Fantasy Thousand Chances had fallen asleep again, or could not answer her almost whimsical question.

There was a hint of morning light on the horizon, and Mu Hanyan withdrew his thoughts. Since you don't understand, why waste your energy? There should be an answer. There will always be an answer sooner or later. This is also Miss Mu's habit.

Putting aside all kinds of doubts and almost whimsical guesses, trying to improve her strength and step by step to the peak of the strong she yearns for, that is the top priority.

Huayue and others also got up one after another. When Mu Hanyan and others came to the yard, Gu Yushu had already prepared breakfast.

In Gong Hongru's yard, there was still a sound of snoring, and it seemed that he had begun to "retreat" again. Knowing Gong Hongru's painstaking efforts towards himself and others, Mu Hanyan certainly wouldn't have any complaints.

Others came to understand at this time that the reason Gong Hongru ignored them was not because he was indifferent, but because he was afraid that it would affect their future pursuit of their own way of cultivation. If there are any difficulties in cultivation, it is his The answer can also be found in the notes in the book collection in the room. Therefore, I am more grateful and admired for him.

During the meal, Mu Hanyan returned the moon shadow clear orchids to everyone. After her explanation, Huayue, Tan Yu and others realized that taking one of these exotic flowers is useful, but there is no harm in it. , But there is no benefit, it is a waste, so I no longer insist.

"By the way, do you continue to practice the original strange arts, or other?" Mu Hanyan asked while eating.

"We discussed it yesterday. Our qualifications are limited. We can't compare with adults. We should continue to practice honestly, and we will try other things later when we are almost done." Huayue said.

"That's good." Mu Hanyan nodded. Although practising the strange arts is very good for the law of perception, but at any rate it must be practiced to be successful. Huayue and others have good kendo aptitudes, but they have limited understanding of the strange arts. It is better to be down-to-earth than high It is better to be proficient in one first.

"What about you, are you going to continue to practice the formation technique, or learn something else?" Ling Baobao asked.

"I should start practicing the technique of alchemy." Mu Hanyan thought for a while and said.

If it’s just for comprehension of the Starfall and Eight Desolation Swords, or to prepare for a secret realm, no matter whether you practice alchemy, alchemy, or beast-repelling, there is no difference, but relatively speaking, alchemy Is more useful.

After all, cultivators need a lot of pills. After learning the art of alchemy, not only can they save a lot of money, but sometimes they can make a small profit.

"Well, I'll take you to the Pill Heart Hall in a while." Tang Bufan said. He is practising the technique of alchemy, and he is quite familiar with it.

After eating, Tang Bufan took Mu Hanyan to the Danxintang, and the others also went to the halls.

...

The sky is high and the clouds are pale, and a lone peak stands majestically, looking down at the rolling mountains below.

An ancient hall, standing on the top of a lonely peak, looked from a distance, as if suspended in the clouds.

Ye Lanwan stood on the lonely mountain, looking far away, with a calm expression.

"What do you want to know?" an old man in a white robe stood behind him and asked.

This old man has a peerless and transcendent spirit, his clean face, with a few lines of wrinkles, at first glance, he seems to be sixty or seventy years old, but when he sees it again, it seems that he has experienced thousands of years. The vicissitudes of life make it impossible for people to see his true age, but only gives people a sense of unpredictability.

He is the Saint Lord of the Saint Court, the true master of the entire Saint Court continent.

"I want to know, is Yun Qianmo really dead?" Ye Lanwan asked softly.

The face of resoluteness appeared in front of him again, and then gradually overlapped with the silver mask, and a warm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he became lonely.

"Why did you ask him suddenly?" The holy lord's expression was calm, like an immutable stone sculpture, not surprised by wind and rain.

"He didn't die, did he?" Ye Lantian didn't answer, but looked at the Holy Lord and asked persistently.

"He is dead or not, what difference does it make to you? You just need to remember your mission." The words of the Holy Lord have a hint of reprimand.

"In that case, he really didn't die?" Ye Lanwan said, his heart was as solid as a rock, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"It seems that you really forgot what I said. Guarding this continent is your only mission! In addition, don't let anyone or anything affect your state of mind and shake your belief!" Dissatisfied with Ye Lantian's performance, he reprimanded and walked away.

Above the lonely mountain, only Ye Lanwan was left.

Could it be that he really didn't die, but why, there were rumors that he was killed in battle, and he hasn't been seen for a few years after that, and the Holy Lord never came forward to clarify, but only tacitly accepted the rumors.

Why did he appear, why did he take away Zhao Lingxian and Gui Wanwan? After that, what secrets were hidden.

Ye Lanwan pondered hard, unable to calm down for a long time.

"My lord." The shadow guard's voice dragged Ye Lanwan's thoughts back to reality.

"Mu Hanyan defeated Jiang Qiling and won the crown of Longyan College Freshmen Competition." said the shadow guard.

"Oh." Ye Lanwan responded, without any surprise. This was what he expected, not to mention, there was also this little guy Aung Ang whispering.

"Mu Hanyan, it's a woman!" The shadow guard said with a complicated expression.

I finally understood why Ye Lanyan was so indifferent to Mu Hanyan, and finally knew that the adult he was with day and night did not have the bad habits in the legend. He should have been happy, but he knew that Mu Hanyan was a woman. Not happy at all.