She was afraid, truly afraid. If the Sword God Temple was behind all of this again, then she truly had no right to face her friends.
Ye Mujiu saw Zhang Ling'er's concerns and shook his head, saying, "It was done by the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan, the mortal enemies of the Wang Family Martial Arts School."
Zhang Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief, but when she thought of how helpless Wang Qing'er must have been back then, her heart clenched painfully.
I was instantly filled with guilt.
She wasn't by Ye Mujiu's side when she had her accident, and she wasn't here again when Wang Qing'er encountered an accident this time. She's really not a good enough friend.
"well……"
Ye Mujiu suddenly realized that she could do nothing but sigh and complain.
After all, even the best words seem utterly pale in the face of facts.
"If there's anything, go see Qing'er."
"I'll go now. Ha, those Northern Wilderness Demons are really bold, daring to touch even my people. It seems I need to let them know the power of the Sword God Palace."
After Zhang Ling'er finished speaking, she turned to leave, but Ye Mujiu hurriedly stopped her, "It's too late, the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan has already been wiped out."
"Destroyed?" Zhang Ling'er was somewhat incredulous. "As far as I know, the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan is among the top-tier forces. There are fewer than five people in the entire Wilderness Domain who are capable of eliminating the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan."
“Those people have no reason to deal with the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan. Moreover, the patriarch of the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan seems to have a secret technique that can temporarily raise his spiritual power to the Saint King realm. Even if my father went there, it would take him a lot of effort to destroy the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan.”
"So who did it? Do you know that person?"
“Not only do I know him, but you do too.” Ye Mujiu smiled as she looked at Zhang Ling’er.
Especially after hearing her speak so highly of Zhou Mu, she couldn't help but beam with joy.
"I know him?" Zhang Ling'er looked puzzled and began to think seriously. In her memory, apart from her father, no one else seemed to have such power.
"It's Brother Mu."
Seeing that Zhang Ling'er was completely puzzled, Ye Mujiu spoke up.
"ah!"
Zhang Ling'er was shocked.
"How could that be? He's only in his twenties..."
Even if you don't want to believe it, it's still the truth.
Just then, the old man who was fishing suddenly turned around, holding a fish in his hand. A weathered smile appeared on his face under his straw hat. "Just caught a fish, want some?"
fishing?
The two of them, however, did not believe it.
How could a fish possibly bite on that thin line without a hook?
Faced with the kindness of a stranger, Zhang Ling'er was about to decline when Ye Mujiu, who was standing to the side, spoke first with a smile: "Sure, but I wonder how your cooking is?"
"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Zhang Ling'er hesitated for a moment before asking.
Ye Mujiu shook her head at her, signaling her not to speak.
The old man carried his fishing rod into the pavilion.
He then sat down cross-legged.
He took out a small knife from his sleeve, removed the scales, and then stabbed the fish with the knife. Just as the two were wondering how to start a fire to grill the fish, they saw the old man flick his fingers, and a spark appeared on his fingertips.
The old man conjured the flame out of thin air and placed it on the ground of the pavilion.
The pavilions are all made of high-quality sandalwood, which is flammable.
However, the flames burning on the ground did not emit the smell of burning wood.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the flames were some distance from the sandalwood, meaning that the flames were burning fiercely without any fuel.
Soon, the aroma of fish wafted out. The old man sniffed, took a bottle from his side pocket, opened it, and sprinkled out a little white powder.
The aroma was immediately enticing.
It's salt.
Then, the old man picked up the grilled fish, and without any visible movement, a flash of swords appeared, and the grilled fish was completely split in two.
The two halves of the grilled fish were exactly the same, as if they were copied one-to-one.
However, the two, lured by the aroma of the grilled fish, didn't notice anything amiss and started eating.
"In the entire vast continent of Kyushu, only a handful of people are qualified to eat fish personally grilled by this old man," the old man said with a smile as he watched the two enjoying their meal.
His forehead was covered with wrinkles, and his face looked weathered.
These words surprised Ye Mujiu.
Could it be that the old man in front of us is really a mysterious master, just as Lu Shan said?
The reason she brought Zhang Ling'er here was because Lu Shan said that they would meet a mysterious master here who could resolve this ordeal.
After searching the entire Yuelai Inn, she only found one figure at that pavilion, so she decided to try her luck.
Hearing the old man say these words, all doubts I had about Lu Shan vanished instantly.
At this moment, Ye Mujiu disregarded any impropriety and asked directly, "May I ask who you are and what your name is?"
Zhang Ling'er belatedly realized that Ye Mujiu's question was definitely not rash, and she was not stupid; she easily figured out that it was related to her.
Their gaze fell on the old man.
The old man was dressed in simple, slightly tattered clothes, with worn-out straw sandals that couldn't even fully cover his toes.
His sparse hair made him look no different from the old beggars outside.
No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem like a hermit master.
The old man smiled and said calmly, "Little girl, we haven't known each other for very long, so isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to ask my name already?"
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