"The guards of the Duke's Mansion just brought back a man. The man claimed to be Mengshao and claimed that he was the uncle of the monarch of the Dongyu Dynasty, Mang Yingli, but the monarch of the Dongyu Dynasty, Mang Yingli, was surnamed Mang, and his surname was Meng. The young man felt strange and felt like a liar."

"But, a little thought was made again. Whether it is the southwestern border or the Dongyu Dynasty, although it is influenced by the Han culture, their names are all strange and have almost no traces to be found. People from the same family may not necessarily have the same surname."

"So, after thinking about it, if that person is really the brother of Baixiang Wang Mang Yinglong and Mang Yingli's uncle, the matter will be very serious and it is of great importance. For the sake of safety, the young man can only come and ask you, Mr. Gong, and you will make up your mind to determine the truth and falsehood."

At this time, Mu Changzuo was not only sleepless, but also seemed to have been poured with a basin of cold water. He was extremely energetic, with a different look in his eyes, and he seemed very patient. From beginning to end, although Ruan San had a lot of nonsense from time to time, he listened very patiently. At the end, he nodded in admiration.

"You are worthy of being the old man in Mu's house, butler Ruan, you did a good job!"

Looking at Ruan San who was humble, Mu Changzuo sincerely exclaimed. At this time, he seemed to have thought of something, his expression was restrained, and his tone was solemn, and he added: "If that person is really a man, he is really the uncle of the monarch of the Dongyu Dynasty, Mang Yingli, it is indeed of great significance and is of great importance. It is almost related to the development of the entire southwest war situation and the layout of the court in the southwest."

In an instant, Ruan San read too much information from Mu Changzuo's few words, especially one of them, which made him feel excited.

The monarch of the Dongyu Dynasty, Mang Yingli, did have an uncle named Mengshao, which means that such a person does exist.

In other words, that person is very likely to be a spoon!

If this is true, it will be confirmed in the end. Even if it is just a brief message, Ruan San has made a lot of contributions. Moreover, even if he has no contribution, he has received a "reward", which is still very expensive. It is not in vain to risk such a great danger and wake up his father-in-law late at night.

"Hurry, Butler Ruan, bring people in quickly, I want to see--"

At this time, Mu Changzuo, who was inexplicably excited, stopped abruptly and swallowed the following words back. Then he realized that although he had heard of the name of Fengshao, he had never seen this person. How could he say that he could distinguish between true and false?

Therefore, Mu Changzuo stopped his voice in time, paused his words and showed a look of thought in a flash, as if he was thinking and weighing the pros and cons, and continued: "Go, hurry up and invite General Deng Zilong, the general of the general, and go to the prison to raise several prisoners of the Dongshu Dynasty and ask them to confirm whether the person coming is really a spoon?"

"Yes, master, I'll do it now-"

Ruan San did not notice Mu Changzuo's abnormality. He was embarrassed and was about to leave excitedly. He executed his order, but was stopped by Mu Changzuo.

"By the way, especially the big traitor Yue Feng and his son, they must know Meng Shao and brought it together to let them identify it."

"Hello, lord!"

Looking at Ruan San's hurriedly leaving, Mu Changzuo's excitement could not calm down for a long time. At a certain moment, a thought couldn't help but emerge in his mind, which made him whisper inwardly.

"It's such an unexpected joy from heaven that I will make my Duke of Qian make a contribution again~"

A few days later—

On the mountain of sedan, there are tents of different sizes everywhere, spread out in a row. From time to time, practitioners shuttle in and out, with indescribable leisure and freedom. There are also soldiers wearing armor patrols, responsible for the alert.

It is better to say that it is responsible for the vigilance, rather than maintaining order, doing chores for practitioners, and taking charge of some daily trivial matters, so as to be more accurate.

There were shouting everywhere in the camp, like a downtown city in the city, with great chaos and almost unorderedness.

"Come on, drink, this secular person really knows how to enjoy it. This wine and this dish are much better than the food in our sect. This is the real delicious dish. I used to be eating braised vegetables."

"Who said it was not? There is no way. The life of us practitioners is saying that we pursue the great way. In order to gain enlightenment, we are actually living the life of an ascetic monk and practicing as a hard work. We used to it, but we didn't think anything about it. Now, when there is a comparison, it is really not a life for human beings!"

"Forget it, no matter what, no matter what happened before, you must enjoy it now, otherwise, this secular journey will be in vain."

Gradually, from when, among the many cultivators who came to rescue, a kind of extravagant trend began to spread from different cultivation forces. Many cultivators no longer had the appearance of immortality and a master.

The current performance is like a secular slutty young man who has no goal of life and lacks the motivation to practice. He lives in a decadent manner, enjoys a life of luxury, is content with the status quo, and does not seek progress.

On the hillside, Zhang Jingxiu chatted with his master in a word, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward and indescribable.

"Master, my disciples don't understand. Since they both come from the Wudang Sect and are different mountains, the teams belong to the same sect after all, so why are they all scattered and live in different camps?"

Deacon Yun looked at the noisy scene under the hillside, his expression was so complicated that the situation was far more serious and worse than he thought. So many cultivators were abandoned by the sect and exiled to this world, almost acting as thugs.

"The disciples really can't understand. If the disciples can help each other and keep warm as much as possible, wouldn't they have more self-protection power in this place of training? How could they do that?"

"But now, it's true. Although the same disciples are not as disliked as enemies, they are no different from ordinary strangers, and are even worse than strangers. At least strangers know that in such a dangerous place, it's hard to support them."

As if it was so disturbing, Deacon Yun withdrew his gaze and frowned slightly, looked at Zhang Jingxiu with a serious expression, and finally reacted.

"Chongsheng~ You are indeed too young, and your way of dealing with people is too young and too naive. You don't know enough about the cultivation world and don't know much about the situation of the Wudang Sect. Otherwise, you wouldn't have such naive ideas."

For a moment, Zhang Jingxiu was confused.

In fact, Deacon Yun’s words came for no reason, without any cause and consequence. It was like a blow and was completely stunned.

"well--"

Deacon Yun paused, suddenly sighed earnestly, and then continued to speak on his own, as if he was muttering to himself.
Chapter completed!