"Why does it look like a tortoise shell?" Baobao Ling said curiously after knocking twice.
"Take it back first." Mu Hanyan couldn't tell whether the stone slab was formed naturally or carved by hand, so he finally decided to take it back and ponder it slowly.
While speaking, she took out the water bag she carried with her and filled it with spring water.
The red fruit that Xiaorui beast ate just now should have been fished out of this spring. Mu Hanyan suspected it was poisonous before, but after looking at its symptoms, it didn't seem to be poisoned at all, but more like some kind of Xiaorui's fruit. The power that beasts can't bear, and the spring water is clear and pure without any impurities, and even exudes lightness, so Mu Hanyan guessed that the spring water also contained similar power, so naturally he would not waste it easily.
Soon, every drop of the spring water was filled into the water bag. Looking at the heavy black stone slab that looked like a big turtle shell, Mu Hanyan hesitated. Her astrolabe space and heart veins are integrated, and can be used only by divine thoughts, so she is not suppressed by the laws of God's Continent, not to mention such a stone slab, even a hundred yuan can hold it. However, her previous performance was already astonishing enough. If the space of the astrolabe is exposed again, I don't know if Sikong Qinglan will become suspicious.
As far as Mu Hanyan knew, in the Continent of Gods, not everyone was qualified to own a magic weapon with a storage space, and even Chu Yang and the priests of gods like that might not have such treasures. Other things can be prevaricated with talent and talent. Such a precious magic weapon has nothing to do with talent and talent, and she is not qualified to possess it as a descendant of the Mu family.
Mu Hanyan didn't hesitate for long, because the next moment, Ling Baobao had already picked up the thick stone slab.
"Let's go." Ling Baobao said with a high-spirited face, with a golden star still flashing in his eyes.
Sure enough, apart from eating, this guy is equally interested in money and treasures. Mu Hanyan estimated that if he was not allowed to carry this stone slab down the mountain, he might not even be able to walk.
If Mu Hanyan guessed correctly, Kang Qingyuan wanted to occupy the Rijian Peak, nine out of ten it was because of this stone slab. Perhaps it was the red fruit in her hand. Seeing the fate of the little auspicious beast, she would not dare to eat it indiscriminately The things were gone, carefully put away the red fruits, and Mu Hanyan and the others followed behind Ling Baobao.
Ling Baobao was carrying a thick stone slab that looked like a big turtle shell, with only half of his head and two calves exposed. He looked like a big turtle, but this guy didn't know it. He shook his head triumphantly as he walked, looking People couldn't help laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" Ling Baobao heard the snickering sound behind her, and turned her head to ask.
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Mu Hanyan held back a smile and didn't bother to remind him.
"It's inexplicable." Ling Baobao continued to shake his head and tail and walked down the mountain quickly with the tortoise shell on his back.
When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, the carriage hidden by the few people was still in place, and no one had discovered it.
It could be seen that Sikong Qinglan let out a long sigh of relief when he saw his ox cart, as if the boulder hanging in his heart had fallen to the ground.
Mu Hanyan shook his head secretly. He really didn't know how poor the Huayu Temple was. Isn't it just a broken ox cart, which made him so worried.
With a carriage, a group of people drove towards Mujia Village.
Along the way, Ling Baobao was studying the stone slab. Mu Hanyan was concerned about the safety of the little auspicious beast, and had no intention of cultivating, so he checked it from time to time.
Fortunately, although it didn't wake up, it didn't feel anything unusual about it, and Mu Hanyan was completely relieved, and began to think about the red fruit again. But the result was still the same as before, no matter how she used her divine sense, she couldn't feel anything special about the red fruit.
What kind of fruit is this? Why did Kang Qingyuan want to snatch it at all costs? Also, who is hiding behind Kang Qingyuan, and why did he plan on it? Mu Hanyan couldn't understand what she was thinking.
"Would you like to try a small sip?" Mu Hanyan's heart moved, but she quickly dismissed the idea. She didn't want to end up like Xiao Ruishou.
"My lord, we are here." Mutu's excited voice sounded.
Opening the curtain slightly, Mujia Village appeared in the field of vision. After walking on the road for another two days, it was sunset time, and the golden sunset was slowly falling, which added a bit of peace and tranquility to Mujia Village.
After walking through the wasteland for thousands of miles and witnessing the ups and downs of those refugees, Mu Hanyan realized how rare this kind of peace and tranquility is for ordinary people in the Continent of Gods.
Hearing the sound of a carriage approaching from a distance, all the villagers rushed to the entrance of the village to welcome them. Seeing those plain and expectant faces, Mu Hanyan was inexplicably moved.
As soon as the carriage drove into the village, all the villagers fell to their knees in unison, with awe in their eyes.
There's no need to look like this, they're all on our own, why are you so polite, besides, it's only a dozen days of work to come and go, and it's not like they haven't seen each other for a few years. Seeing this posture, Mu Hanyan felt embarrassed, and got up quickly, trying to help the old patriarch who was kneeling in front of him.
But as soon as she stretched out her hand, Mu Hanyan realized that she seemed to have made a mistake. All eyes were on the dilapidated ox cart behind her.
Mu Hanyan turned her head away, completely stunned.
Sikong Qinglan didn't know when he changed into his bright priestly robe again, leaning on a crutch that was as tall as a person, crooked, black and black like the roots of an old tree, standing upright, with a friendly expression , Compassionate, even with a touch of sadness, but without losing majesty, glanced at the kneeling crowd.
The golden afterglow fell on his body, enveloping him with a mysterious and holy aura.
In an instant, even Mu Hanyan felt a sense of fascination, and the members of the Mu clan headed by Mu Chenglin trembled with excitement.
"God's brilliance spreads all over the earth, and bestows peace on all beings! God's people, get up." Sikong Qinglan stared at the endless sky, his voice became low and hoarse, full of magnetism , seems to have a magical power to confuse people's hearts.
Mu Chenglin and the others fell to the ground, flushed with excitement, but tears glistened in their eyes, and some even couldn't help crying.
God stick, this is the real magic stick!
Only then did Miss Mu realize that she had been wrong. Seeing Ye Yi'an's detached figure, she thought he was more like a magic stick than the priests of the temple. Only now did she realize that she actually underestimated the priests. The magic stick technique.