"No, no, no, you are willing to become the guardian priest of our Mu clan. We are too late to be grateful. How dare we ask you to pay back the money. Let's treat him as us." Everyone declined and said.
As long as Mu Hanyan is willing to become the guardian priest of their Mu clan, they will be able to keep them safe for five hundred years. Who would care about the trivial matter of Ling Baobao being cheated and abducted.
"What about the marriage?" Ling Baobao had never seen Mu Hanyan outside, and this time was no exception, and asked with a shy face.
Mu Hanyan gave him a blank look. She can help with money matters, but she can't do anything about this kind of debt.
"Forget it, you can make up your own mind about your own affairs, and I don't care about it myself." Although there was a bit of regret in Mutu's eyes, he still said straightforwardly.
Hearing his words, Ling Baobao let out a long sigh of relief.
Mu Hanyan was a bit strange, seeing Mutu's rough and heroic appearance before, even if Ling Baobao was his friend, he wouldn't even ignore his daughter's innocence. If that was the case, Mu Hanyan would feel a little guilty.
"Okay, okay, I still have something to talk to Hanyan, you all should leave." Ye Yi'an also looked relieved, and waited until everyone had finished talking, he waved his hand and said.
"The old priest still has business to discuss, so let's leave." Mu Chenglin hurriedly drove away everyone like ducks.
In fact, there is no need for him to do anything, everyone respects Ye Yi'an like a god, and immediately scattered and left after hearing what he said.
Ye Yi'an took Mu Hanyan and Mu Chenglin back to the ancestral hall, walked a few steps, and said to Mu Hanyan: "He is your friend, why don't you let him come with you?"
He didn't know how familiar Ling Baobao and Mu Hanyan were, and he didn't know whether he could believe it or not, so he had to ask Mu Hanyan for his opinion.
In his eyes, Mu Hanyan even saw a deep hidden murderous intent. Obviously, if Ling Baobao couldn't trust him, he didn't have to worry about killing and silence.
"He is my best friend." Mu Hanyan said.
"Then let's come together." Ye Yi'an beckoned to Ling Baobao.
Ling Baobao followed over, smiling sweeter than eating honey. Mu Hanyan's words of "best friend" made him feel so useful, and his whole body floated up.
"By the way, what happened to you and Mutu's daughter?" Mu Hanyan asked curiously.
"Her, I just fell from the sky and just smashed the roof of his house. I fell unconscious, and it seemed that I knocked her out too, and then I slept all night." Ling Baobao's smile froze, with an unlucky expression on his face. Said.
"That's it?" Mu Hanyan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ling Baobao dumbfounded.
"What else? You really think I have such a strong taste! Mu Hanyan, you can doubt my character, but you must never doubt my taste!" Baobao Ling said righteously.
"Pfft!" Seeing Baobao Ling's serious look, Mu Hanyan almost burst out laughing.
"Mutu didn't notice such a big commotion?" Mu Hanyan asked in bewilderment.
"I don't know, maybe that black butcher is as unshakable as a pig when he wakes up, maybe he just leaned on me on purpose." Ling Baobao said aggrievedly with a bitter expression on his face.
Well, considering that Miss Yu'er is as tall as Mutu, Mu Hanyan thinks this possibility is not small. Maybe that black butcher is not as rough and simple as he appears on the surface.
"It's a good thing you're here, otherwise my whole life... oh..." Ling Baobao said with self-pity, probably thinking of the days after marrying Miss Yu'er, his face turned pale.
Mu Hanyan suddenly felt that compared with Ling Baobao's tragic experience, he was lucky enough to meet a slate pig for no reason, and was chased away for no reason.
Back at the ancestral hall, Mu Chenglin was still guarding the door, and Ye Yi'an cast the sound-proof barrier again.
"Lord Saint, where did you learn the priestly magic you used just now?" Ye Yi'an asked curiously. He has suppressed this curiosity for a long time.
"What priest magic? Are you talking about the fireball?" Mu Hanyan said inexplicably. Didn't he know that he has the black yellow stone, and because of this, he mistakenly regarded himself as a saint? Why did he still ask this question
"That's right, it's the fireball technique. As far as I know, even if you have refined the black and yellow stone, you can condense the power of heaven and earth like a natural priest of the gods, but before practicing the secret technique of the temple, the speed of condensing It was very slow, you had already used the power of ice when you fought with Mu Tu before, how could you condense the power of profound fire so quickly, and these two powers are mutually exclusive, if you don’t have enough cultivation, you can’t use it at the same time.” Ye Yi'an said puzzledly.
"There is such a thing!" Mu Hanyan thought that everything was logical before, but now she realizes that her own performance can't be explained even by a natural priest of the gods.
"Could it be that it has something to do with my incomplete refinement of Xuanhuangshi?" Mu Hanyan guessed to himself.
"What?" Ye Yi'an looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise.
"My Xuanhuang Stone has not been completely refined, and the most core Xuanhuang Qi is still hidden in the heart veins. I originally wanted to refine it at a critical moment when I was promoted to the Holy Rank, but I encountered some accidents and failed in the end. The power in Kangzi and that sword was fused by the mysterious and yellow energy before, and then I used it, and the ice-cold energy is also the same." Mu Hanyan patiently explained, talking about the failure of the promotion. Things, somewhat regrettable.
If the Holy Master hadn't appeared at a critical moment, she should have been promoted to the Holy Rank, and her strength would not have been suppressed so badly.
"It turned out to be like this, it turned out to be like this, I understand, hahahaha, Lord Saint, you are a blessing in disguise." Ye Yi'an didn't ask the bottom line, listened to Mu Hanyan's words and thought for a moment, then as if he had figured out something, shot I patted my head and laughed.
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Mu Hanyan to ask questions, he explained excitedly: "If you are promoted to Sword Master after refining Xuanhuangshi, your future training speed and final achievements are far from comparable to other saints, but as long as you are promoted to Sword Master The saint is about to be reborn, and his physique has been finalized, but there are still some obstacles to comprehend the power of the laws of the continent of gods.
And you have not been promoted to the Sword Master, your physique has not been finalized, and at the same time you have the core of the mysterious yellow energy, you can also condense the power of any law in the Continent of God without any scruples, and practice any secret technique of the temple. In terms of aptitude, no one can compare with you in the millions of years of history in the Continent of God. "
"Senior Ye, what you said is true!" Hearing what he said, Mu Hanyan asked excitedly, all his regrets were swept away.
If it is said that she relied on the mysterious and yellow aura to practice faster than other disciples of the Holy Court in the Continent of God, Mu Hanyan can understand it somewhat, but even the practitioners in the Continent of God are not as good as her, which makes her feel Somewhat incredible.
(Weak and weak, ask for a monthly ticket... )