Mu Wushuang said excitedly: "Grandma, let's make fish soup tomorrow, I'll call Ayuman over."

Grandma Hu thought for a while and said, "Let the Liu Lao San family do it. She has a good cooking skills and makes it delicious. I will ask Ayu to send this thing to Liu Sanmiao's house. You can go to his house for free. I'm half a poor man, I can't afford you."

After chopping Grandma Hu's two bundles of firewood, the bright moon was already hanging high. Mu Wushuang returned to her hut, took off her single jacket, exposed her thin and strong upper body, then jumped over and lay down on the bed, crossing her legs.

The earthen kang that I slept when I was a child was really short for him now. As a last resort, Mu Wushuang was either curled up or crossed his legs when he was sleeping. The bright moonlight slipped into Wushuang's small thatched hut through the small narrow window, and lazily spread on his bed.

Mu Wushuang turned his head to look at the moon. Today is not a full moon, so the moon is just a half circle, but the moonlight is very bright. Mu Wushuang's eyes slowly narrowed from circle to thin, and finally turned into a line. The sound of uniform breathing gently lingers in the small thatched hut.

The moon passes through the sky, and the village under the moonlight appears quieter and more peaceful. Xiaofeng lay outside Mu Wushuang's door, breathing heavily from time to time, and his tail occasionally swayed slightly, making him very leisurely.

Mu Wushuang was still lying on his earthen kang with his legs crossed, but he had already opened his eyes. Mu Wushuang waited for a while, and suddenly turned over quickly and stood behind his door like a shadow.

Next to the silly dog, three black shadows fell to the ground and walked slowly by silently, but the stupid dog did not notice at all and was still sleeping foolishly with his head in his arms. Mu Wushuang in the house was like a statue, hiding behind the door without any sound.

As the shadow gradually faded away, Mu Wushuang also flashed out of his hut like a shadow, while the stupid dog who was not dedicated was still immersed in his good dream. Mu Wushuang hid behind a adobe house and saw three figures gathering together from afar. The three seemed to have said something, and then walked towards the back mountain together.

Judging from the figure and back, these three people were not from the village. Although the three people were walking, they were extremely fast and disappeared in a short while. Mu Wushuang also flashed out from behind the house and followed like a shadow.

The grass and trees in the back mountain are quite deep, but just in the moonlight, although the figures of the three of them are looming, Mu Wushuang can still keep up.

But Mu Wushuang didn't notice that there was a figure behind him getting closer and closer. Mu Wushuang kept a distance from the three of them, and followed them halfway up the back mountain.

The three people in front stopped in an empty place, and Mu Wushuang also stopped and squatted behind a grass. Mu Wushuang was about to look up and see what happened, but his big hands suddenly pressed gently on his shoulder.

Mu Wushuang couldn't help but be shocked. His feeling was extremely keen, and this person was right next to him, and he was unaware of it. Mu Wushuang immediately turned his head and looked at it and found that the person coming was his master.

"Lu Xianping, a member of the Nine Sword Pavilion in the Qing Dynasty, has met Senior Brother Zongmo! Senior Brother Li, are you okay?" One of the three people in front bowed and said.

Mu Wushuang was shocked again. His master's name was Li Tianmu, and his name was Zongmo. However, the villagers did not pay attention to these things. They usually called him the name directly. Now the people of Jiujian Pavilion actually called him the senior brother with the name Biao, which shows that Li Tianmu was also a member of Jiujian Pavilion, at least he was.

Li Tianmu made a gesture to Mu Wushuang, then walked out of the grass and said loudly: "Junior Brother Lu, you haven't seen each other for many years. Your cultivation has improved a lot. How are you doing, my junior brothers?"

The disciple of the surname Lu also laughed and said, "The senior brother laughed. After more than ten years of separation, I didn't expect that the second senior brother would actually live in seclusion here and marry and have children. It's easy to find the junior brother!"

Li Tianmu replied happily, "This is almost calm, it's not right. It should be Feng Jue. Master, how is he good?"

Lu Xianping (Piaozi Fengjue) paused and said, "Master... she is in good health, but she just misses her senior brother. She has been looking for your whereabouts for so many years." "Oh, I am ashamed! Li is unfilial, so Master has troubled me." Li Tianmu walked up to the three of them and looked at them one by one.

I saw Lu Xianping wearing a green Taoist robe. The Taoist robe was finely crafted. He was carrying a sword behind him, and the sword spears fluttered slightly in the evening breeze. Although Lu Xianping was nearly forty years under the moonlight, his three long beards swayed slightly in the wind like the sword spears, making him look elegant and extraordinary.

The people standing on both sides were also wearing a blue Taoist robe and carrying a sword. One of them also had a backpack on his body. These two were also his junior brothers, Yang Tiantai (the name is Qiansheng) and Zeng Ding (the name is Jiugang).

After Li Tianmu looked at Yang carefully, Zeng and the other two couldn't help but sigh and said, "Time is like this. The younger brothers who could not speak their names back then were already in their thirties and were almost inconsistency. Qiansheng, Jiugang, Brother Yu is polite."
Chapter completed!