At this moment, a melodious sound came from far and near from the horizon.
Muyan raised her eyebrows and looked up.
She could recognize that the music was played by five instruments.
They are konghou, jade flute, guzheng, dulcimer and pipa.
In particular, the voice of the harp was extremely familiar, because she had tried playing it herself.
It seems that the five "Holy Aunts" from Mule Pavilion have arrived.
Just thinking about this, an ethereal and pleasant piano sound that lingers on the beams and suppresses the clouds suddenly joins the ensemble.
Muyan's ears twitched, her expression showing a trace of solemnity.
This is the music of the harp.
Moreover, the performers are extremely high in terms of cultivation and level.
Just playing casually, the smooth and steady tune overwhelmed the excitement of the five instruments playing together.
This is a master of musicians!
Muyan couldn't help raising her head, and looked in the direction where the voice came from.
Hearing the sound of the ensemble, Qu Guangquan's eyes lit up immediately, he bent his left knee, and knelt down: "Welcome to the saint!"
Everyone else in Mu Le Pavilion knelt down respectfully, and said loudly, "Welcome to the saint!"
As soon as the words finished, five figures landed first, and they were Yashuang, Yaxue, Yafeng, Yayue and Yayun.
The moment she saw Muyan, Yashuang's fingers that were originally playing the konghou were messed up.
The sharp and piercing voice instantly broke the harmonious performance.
"You... Didn't you enter the impure abyss? Why are you here?!"
Even the four of Yayun stopped playing, and Fabric looked at her in astonishment.
Muyan said with a half-smile: "If you enter the impure abyss, can't you come out? Why can't I be here?"
"Come out of Unclean Abyss, how is this possible?!"
"Where did you come from, a witch, and what do you want to do in our Horton tribe?!"
"Bah, you're a witch!" Leng Yumo took a step forward and cursed, "Is this unclean abyss your back garden in Mule Pavilion? My little junior sister can come in and out as she wants, and it's your turn to take care of it." .”
"You! Presumptuous!!"
Yashuang and the others were almost pissed off.
At this moment, a cool and pleasant voice came from the sky: "Ya Shuang, why are you arguing outside? Have you forgotten our Mu Le Ge's demeanor?"
Elegant, elegant, noble and dignified.
She will always be like that lofty fairy, let mortals look up, worship, and worship.
As soon as the words fell, a woman in a purple gauze skirt slowly fell from the sky.
The breeze blew her long-haired skirt, revealing a woman's elegant and refined face.
The eyebrows are perfect, the skin is like creamy fat, the beauty is beautiful, and the flowers are like peaches and plums.
This is the most outstanding saintess in Mu Le Pavilion ever, the owner of the artifact [Ice and Snow Solitude]—Lao Lan.
The villagers of Yuanwu Village trembled on their knees and almost fell to their knees.
There is more than just beauty and demeanor in Luo Lan.
What's more important is the perennial aloof luxury, and the innate supremacy of the saintess of Mule Pavilion to the common people of the whole Northland.
Even Wen Huanglang turned pale and lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the glory of the visitor.
Everyone in Mu Le Pavilion had already knelt down when the piano sounded.
At this time, Luo Lan appeared, Ya Shuang and the others could no longer care about the quarrel, and hurriedly bowed down to greet her.
So, on the mountain path of Bujingyuan, only the five people from Xiaoyaomen were left, their backs straightened, and they looked at Laolan nonchalantly.
"Saint, this is the woman who slandered my reputation in Mu Le Pavilion in Qing Ye Palace!" Ya Shuang raised her head and pointed at Mu Yan indignantly.