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There are indeed a lot of "bugs".

Moreover, they knew that Shi Muyun was very powerful, so unlike before, they appeared in more groups now.

When Shi Muyun walked out of the room with his sword, there were already more than a dozen people around his courtyard.

Shi Muyun couldn't see it, but he could feel it.

He simply made preparations for the attack and raised the sword in his hand.

But this time the opponent still didn't attack directly.

Still persuading in the direction of Shi Muyun: "Master Shi, it's meaningless for you to keep resisting just for that sword."

"We know you are strong, but what's the use of being strong alone?"

"You can repel all comers again and again, and you can protect the sword in your hand, but can you protect all the disciples in your sword pavilion?"

"You are also the leader after all. You don't want to see all the disciples and elders under you die because of this sword, do you?"

"We don't want to implicate innocent people. So be smart, why don't you just hand over the sword, I-"

The latter words were not finished.

There was a clearly visible blood mark on the man's neck.

No one saw when Shi Muyun took action.

But judging from the results, this method is indeed more convenient than words to shut people up.

And it's not just him.

The heads of other people around him gradually left their bodies.

There was no way they could escape, no escape.

It seemed that from the moment they entered the sword pavilion, they had already thrown themselves into the gate of hell.

It wasn't until the last intruder's head fell to the ground that Shi Muyun put away the long sword in his hand. He did not rush to sheath the long sword, but took out a square towel from his arms and wiped the long sword carefully and conscientiously.

The blood on the sword was indeed wiped clean.

But the smell of blood seemed to remain on it, imprinted deeply. No matter how hard he tried, how long he wiped it, and smelled it again, those annoying smells would still appear.

It’s not that I hate blood.

I just hate that the blood comes from other people.

It was as if his sword was filled with someone else's breath.

It's extremely annoying.

When this thought appeared in his mind, Shi Muyun was seriously thinking about the success rate of using his own blood to cover the smell of blood.

He thought this idea was perfect.

But in the end it was not implemented.

Because he knew that his sword spirit would not be happy.

For example, even if he had a bump on his body before, or a small injury that he would not feel any pain at all, the little sword spirit would circle around him in distress for a long time.

If he really cuts himself with the sword, the little sword spirit will be angry with him for a long time, right?

Although the angry sword spirit is also very cute.

But in the end it’s just that.

My thoughts are wandering, so far.

Shi Muyun wanted to go back into the yard, but heard footsteps approaching again.

Because he is used to having one less sense than other people, Shi Muyun's hearing and other perceptions are also clearer than normal people.

Just by the sound of footsteps, he knew who the approaching person was. Therefore, the expression on his face did not change. It was not until the person came in front of him that Shi Muyun asked: "Great Elder, have those uninvited guests in the past two days hurt anyone in my Jiange?"

"Of course not."

The great elder shook his head.

Although he was on the long sword, Yan Feng could still see that the "big elder" who was talking to Shi Muyun was thin and white-haired. He did look a bit like the old immortal man in the story.

But at this time, the little old man's face was full of anxiety and entanglement. Looking in the direction of Shi Muyun, he sighed and said: "Master, although no one was hurt this time, but next time..."

Next time, next time.

As long as the sword is still in Jiange, those who have heard the news and want to come to Jiange will not stop.

Shi Muyun can protect him for a while.

But can he protect him for the rest of his life?

Especially now, everyone can see that Shi Muyun's attention is obviously only on the sword in his hand.

He didn't care that much about other people or other things.

Then if you continue to stay in this sect, apart from increasing your own risks, you won't get any other benefits, right?

Most of the disciples thought so in their hearts.

Even the elders and hall masters were somewhat shaken in their hearts.

In the past, they were willing to join Jiange because Shi Muyun was powerful and could give them something to rely on in this world of cultivation.

But now this power has turned into danger.

There are actually very few people who are still willing to stay with him.

Regarding this situation, Shi Muyun himself could guess it without the Great Elder saying much.

Because he himself is to blame for this problem.

It's because he doesn't want to interact with others, and it's also because he was used to being aloof.

He is used to doing everything by himself.

I never thought of relying on anyone in the sect.

I have never considered having a deep relationship with someone.

Such a past, coupled with this current situation.

It didn’t have an ending that was overwhelming, so it was pretty good.

Shi Muyun knew very well.

So after stopping for a moment, he took the initiative to answer: "The situation in Jiange is like this, and I don't need everyone to take risks with me. If you have ideas and can't wait to leave here, then just leave, no. If it needs to be stopped, that is everyone’s own choice.”

The great elder hesitated.

Still couldn't help but shout: "Master, this..."

"I can't guarantee that I can protect everyone. If a situation arises that I can't control, no matter how strong I am, there will definitely be casualties."

Shi Muyun said: "I know that the Great Elder is reluctant to leave Jiange. If he wants to stay, it doesn't matter. After all, the karma this time is mine. If I leave, their targets will no longer fall on Jiange."

Although he didn't say it clearly, it was enough for others to understand what he meant.

Not just the great elder.

Yan Feng also understood.

Shi Muyun was planning to leave the Jiange on his own initiative.

But before leaving, there are a few things that need to be sorted out. Therefore, regardless of the great elder's surprise, Shi Muyun explained to him: "I will pack up and leave in two or three days at most. At that time, what happened to Jiange has nothing to do with me. If I don't interfere anymore, I won't." I won’t implicate you anymore.”

The life span of cultivators is much longer than that of ordinary people.

Shi Muyun had lived in Jiange for decades, and it only took two or three days to sort out everything, which was indeed not much time.

The great elder opened his mouth.

After all, there was no further persuasion.

Shi Muyun walked to the door with his sword in hand.

As if he remembered something, he murmured: "By the way, if the people in the sword pavilion covet my sword, I will also not show mercy. The sword is my life, and whoever touches it will die, no exception."