Ever since the fourth main formation was repaired, Wen Gaoren was astounded by her and was determined to take her as his master. Mu Hanyan just didn't refuse firmly enough, so he followed her around like a little tail all day long, calling her "master" all the time, which annoyed Mu Hanyan very much.
What was even more terrifying was that no matter what Mu Hanyan instructed the other priests, he would shake his white hair, act like a superior, and repeat, "Master has an order..."
Every time she saw his serious expression, Mu Hanyan couldn't help but laugh or cry, wishing she could get as far away from him as possible. It wasn't until she couldn't stand it anymore and lost her temper a few times that Wen Gaoren finally calmed down a bit.
"Master Wen, haven't I already said that we all know that everyone has their own specialties and skills, so just treat it as an exchange of skills. Let's not mention the matter of becoming your disciple anymore." Mu Hanyan said earnestly.
No matter what, Wen Gaoren had helped so much, she couldn't let him down too much. She already regretted those times when she couldn't bear it anymore and lost her temper. Fortunately, Wen Gaoren wasn't angry either.
"Although it is said that people learn knowledge at different times and have different specializations, the Master Priest learned it first and I came later. How can I compare with the Master Priest in terms of specializations? How can I be qualified to learn from the Master? As the saying goes, a drop of water should be repaid with a spring. The Master has taught me, so it is only natural for me to take the Master as my teacher. What's more, the Master is very knowledgeable about the art of formation..." Wen Gaoren spoke incessantly.
Mu Hanyan only felt a buzzing sound in her head, as if two flies were flying around her ears. Well, flies were too hurtful, so it was bees.
This was why Mu Hanyan hadn't been firm enough in her last refusal. She hadn't noticed it when they'd first met, but she'd learned later that this old man was a chatterbox when he got into an argument. If she hadn't interrupted him quickly, he'd ramble on for hours. Fortunately, aside from the matter of becoming his disciple, Mu Hanyan hadn't argued with him much.
"Let's talk about this later, let's talk about it later." Mu Hanyan quickly interrupted him.
Suddenly I miss the disciples from Longyan College. Although I accepted them as disciples just because I felt sorry for them and wanted to help them stay in Longyan College, but now thinking about it, they are still much better than Wen Gaoren - mainly because they talk less and are not so talkative.
"Okay." Wen Gaoren said helplessly.
"Hanyan, the Mu family has been settled. Do you want to go and take a look?" Ye Yian's voice sounded behind him.
The main formation of the Huayu Temple has been mostly repaired, and other formations are also being repaired one after another. There are only a few dozen households, which seems too few, so that large tracts of farmland are abandoned. At this time, of course, people will be recruited to enter Huayu City.
Mu Hanyan's first thought was to keep the Mu family within the family. Huayu City, protected by a formation barrier, was undoubtedly superior to Mu Village. Furthermore, the civilians living within the city enjoyed a higher status than those with fiefdoms outside the city, giving them a greater chance of becoming priests.
If there is no major accident in the Huayu Temple, the Mu family, who were the first to move to the Huayu Temple, will likely become one of the most powerful clans in Huayu City after hundreds or thousands of years.
So as soon as he received Mu Hanyan's letter, Ye Yian immediately led the Mu family to move to Huayu City.
"Master Gongsheng, why do you need to bother with such matters? Just leave it to others." Mu Hanyan hurried forward to support Ye Yian.
After not seeing each other for a while, Ye Yian's face looked a little older. Although Mu Hanyan got a lot of elixirs from Long Wudang and Ou Mingzhi, including some high-quality ones that replenished his energy, they could not stop his continued decline in vitality.
They all came from the Holy Court Continent. Mu Hanyan regarded Ye Yian as her only relative and never wanted him to leave too early.
"Don't worry, I'm feeling much better now. There aren't many people in the Huayu Temple, so I'll try my best to help if I can." Ye Yian looked at Mu Hanyan kindly and said.
Huayu City is now in a state of disrepair and is short of manpower. In many places, the use of priests' magic can achieve twice the result with half the effort. He is a ninth-level priest and is much stronger than others.
"Thank you, Master." Mu Hanyan knew that he didn't want her to be distracted by these trivial matters and wanted to concentrate on her cultivation, so he took action himself. A deep warmth surged in her heart.
"Do we still need to be so polite to each other?" Ye Yian gently stroked Mu Hanyan's hair and smiled heartily.
Although he had mistakenly believed Mu Hanyan to be a Saint, the longer they spent together, the more he understood her. He realized that she wasn't as arrogant and unapproachable as the Saints he knew. He gradually got used to not treating her as a Saint, but more often as a descendant of the family. Being with Mu Hanyan actually felt like a happy gathering of grandparents and grandchildren.
"Yeah." Mu Hanyan nodded.
"By the way, Brother Yan, remember to prepare a dinner later to welcome the Lord and my clansmen." Mu Hanyan shouted when she saw Yan Qingshan passing by.
She did not abuse her power for personal gain. The fertile farmland in Huayu City had just begun to be harvested, and there was no way to hold a decent banquet. All the food used were the grain, cattle and sheep that the Mu family brought and donated to the temple. It was just that the wool came from the sheep, so who would have any objection?
"Master has given an order..." Wen Gaoren shook his head again and began to relay Master's order.
Mu Hanyan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. Yan Qingshan was not deaf, so was there any need for him to say it again?
Looking at Wen Gaoren's white hair swinging back and forth and his solemn expression, Mu Hanyan fled in panic.
In the evening, the golden sunset cast a shadow over the earth. Outside Huayu City, the north wind was still biting, but inside the city, there was a bustling and jubilant scene.
Dozens of round tables were set up in the sacrificial square in front of the temple, where Sikong Qinglan performed the ritual. Delicious dishes gave off an enticing aroma.
Although the Mu family had just arrived, as the "clan members" of the chief priest, naturally no one felt unfamiliar. During the banquet, everyone toasted each other and felt particularly close.
As the banquet drew to a close, everyone still felt a little reluctant to leave.
"Sir, how about we find someone to have a few sparring matches with to liven up the atmosphere?" Sikong Qinglan drank a few more glasses and became much bolder. He was no longer so shy and stood up and said to Mu Hanyan.
"Okay." Mu Hanyan smiled. With Ye Yian and the Mu family coming to Huayu City, she felt less worried and in a good mood.
"I'll do it!" Mu Tu was the first to jump out.
He was already strong and had good martial arts skills. After drinking the spring water condensed from the dragon's blood and soul, his strength increased greatly and his self-confidence was extremely overflowing.
"Let me have a few moves with Uncle Mu." Yan Qingshan stood up.
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