"Chen Qinghe."

The great elder, who was supported by Chu Yue, had already walked to Chen Qinghe, looked down and said, "I know that you are following the former priest Mu Sheng. Do you think Mu Sheng's experience this time was caused by Ye Chuyue. Unfortunately, you put the cart before the horse and didn't know the right and wrong. What Ye Chuyue did was nothing more than revealing the truth."

"If the truth is revealed, it is a sin, and it will be the sorrow of all the warriors in the world."

"Let's reflect here, when will you figure it out and get up again!"

The Great Elder walked slowly towards the Taoist monument.

Chen Qinghe knelt on the ground, straightened his spine, and a bloody light of hatred spread across the tips of his eyes.

"Junior Brother Qinghe."

Ye Xun'er said worriedly, and her eyebrows were covered with a hint of sorrow.

Chen Qinghe's expression gradually changed to softness. He smiled slightly and said softly: "I'm fine, Senior Sister Ye doesn't have to worry."

At this moment, in the attic a hundred feet away, smoke was shrouded in the smoke and the tea fragrance was swaying. Ancient vast aura floated in the sky, like an endless map of mountains and seas.

The gilded windowsill is filled with potted plants of crabapple flowers. Under the reflection of the afterglow in the evening, it feels like a layer of golden brilliance.

Two figures stand in front of the crabapple flowers.

One of them was wearing a green python robe and had a particularly charitable face. It was Song Qingshan, the director of Shenxuan.

The middle-aged man next to him, with traces of time at the end of his eyes and several folds, standing with his hands behind his back, wearing a brown robe in a brown robe, with auspicious white dragon patterns embroidered at the end, and a blood-colored silver spear behind him, looking into the direction of the Taoist monument.

"That's Ye Chuyue, who has become famous recently?" he asked.

Song Qingshan smiled and said, "It was she who pulled the Cangming Bow. I heard that the fourth prince of the noble mansion at the foot of the Futu Mountain, regardless of the priest mother and daughter, stood up for her. Perhaps she was in love with her, but she was already the fiancée of His Highness of the Holy Land."

“Good birth.”

Mu Jingyun's eyes were slightly darker, "Although he was a woman, he had the momentum of a general of the Humen. No wonder Lin Feng, who has always been unstable, liked her."

Song Qingshan quietly looked at Mu Jingyun's expression, not missing any details, but felt very strange.

As the second lady of Mu Mansion in Beizhou, Mu Sheng has now gone to the source of the Ten Thousand Buddha Star Dust, but the young master of the Mu family is indifferent?

"Young Master, I'm sorry, the priest's affairs are powerless to make a comeback. They involve the Beast Tribe and have the order of the Martial Ancestor. Although I am the dean, I cannot save the situation."

Song Qingshan said it attemptfully.

"It was her own heart that was like a snake and a scorpion, and she was blamed on her own. How could she blame others?"

When talking about Mu Sheng, Mu Jingyun was quite displeased: "As the daughter of the Mu family, she did not know how to respect life. It is not an exaggeration to say that she deserves to die if she is a crime."

A dark color slid across Song Qingshan's eyes, "Miss Xun'er was worried about her mother and she cried. Is the eldest son going to see her?"

"No, this time I came to Shenxuan for Qianchi Yantan, so don't bother the disciples in the academy."

After saying that, Mu Jingyun looked at Chu Yue again, but there was a burst of bitterness in his heart, and he couldn't help but smile helplessly.

Maybe he has hysteria.

For a moment, I thought I had seen my sister who had disappeared for many years.

At that time, the sister of the Mu family also had such a sense of arrogance that looked down on the sky and a will of steel.

Thinking of this, deep in the sword eyes of Mu Jingyun, there was a suppressed pain, like a tsunami covering the quiet deep sea.

If he hadn't had a big fight with his sister, why wouldn't he see him for many years and have no news?

Since my sister left, Beizhou Mu Mansion has no longer had the bustle of the past and was so cold that it was no longer like a home.

To the north of Shenxuan, below the Taoist monument.

Chu Yue, who was holding the elder, seemed to feel a little touched. She suddenly turned around and looked at the attic that was towering into the clouds. She half-closed her beautiful eyes as sharp as a sword unsheathed, revealing a deep coldness like a frost.

In front of the attic window, Mu Jingyun seemed to be sad, unexpectedly crashed into a pair of amber-like eyes, and was suddenly surprised!
Chapter completed!