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He waved the scimitar he had chosen casually, and the middle-aged man in black robe walked out of the shop, looked around, and muttered: "It's strange, where did Si Mao go? Could it be that he ran away from home in anger? Alright."

"No," the silver-haired boy smiled at him, "If she gets angry, she will definitely jump up and bite you without saying a word, and she will never let herself be wronged."

"Are you ready?" A masked woman in Tsing Yi who was waiting at the side raised her eyes and asked.

"Okay, I want these two." The boy picked up two leather packages, opened one, filled with thousands of throwing knives of various kinds, and the other contained eight daggers.

"Check out." The woman didn't say much, got up and went to the counter to pay.

"What about Si Mao? I don't know where this little girl has gone." The boy put away the leather package and looked at the man in distress, "Wu Mao, you go find her."

"I won't go." The man narrowed his finely wrinkled eyes, "How many times have I been told, call me Heiyan."

"I don't." The young man stuck out his tongue provocatively at him, turned and walked to the street, "I'll look for her, Wumao, you can wait with the master for a while."

"Damn boy." Wu Mao watched him escape nimbly, and stood at the door aggrievedly waiting for Bai Mulan to come out.

"It's right here." Si Mao stretched out his finger and pointed forward, "Wow, I smell it. The master and Heiyan are here, but Da Mao is not."

"Why did you suddenly call Wumao Heiyan?" Siqian asked her strangely, "Master changed the name of that snake?"

"No," Si Mao said with a serious face, "He said it was grand, woo, don't tell him to get angry."

"A snake with a lot of things." Siqian shook his head, a little amused in his heart.

In front was a weapons shop. Before she could get to the door with her four hairs in her arms, the people inside came out. A woman in green clothes was sitting on the floor with her face covered and walked out slowly, followed by a tall and straight middle-aged man in black clothes. , I don't know what to say to her with a dark face.

Siqian stopped in his tracks, stared at the two for a long time, and asked Si Mao: "Is it the master?"

"Yes, let's go there." Simao nodded vigorously, struggled to jump out of her arms, and pulled her to go forward.

Siqian gently broke free from her hand, Si Mao looked up at her, a little puzzled, but at the next moment, she saw her stepping lightly, trotting up, "Master, I have found you!"

Bai Mulan's hand had already been raised, but she stopped when she heard this familiar voice, and did not slap the person who was hugging her away. Her hand changed from a fist to a palm, and gently patted the woman's shoulder Seeing her looking up at him excitedly, he asked hesitantly, "Four thousand?"

"It's me!" Siqian let go of her, knelt on the ground excitedly, and clasped his hands together, "Subordinate Siqian, I finally found you, my master."

"You...why are you here?" Bai Mulan was still a little puzzled, gently helped her up, and asked.

"Of course I came to look for you. After you disappeared five years ago, Madam was dying of anxiety. It's just that we were too weak at the time, and we didn't know where you had gone, so we waited until now."

"Jingyue..." Bai Mulan gently held her hanging hands, her voice trembling slightly, "Is Jingyue here too? Just in this city?"

"...No." Siqian shook his head lightly, "Sorry, master, Madam is at Tianjiu Gate."

"Tianjiumen?" Bai Mulan frowned, looked back at Wumao, he took out a map knowingly, looked at it, raised his head and said to Bai Mulan: "It takes at least five days' journey, and we can get there."

"It won't take five days, fifty cents. Go to the weapon shop and buy a teleportation scroll leading to Tianjiu Gate." Bai Mulan calmly ordered, "Clean up a little, and we will set off immediately."

"Okay." Wumao nodded, a little unwillingly, "Master, don't you want to call me Wumao, okay? My name is Heiyan."

"Don't talk nonsense, go!" Bai Mulan glanced at him sideways, and he had no choice but to re-enter the weapon shop to buy a teleportation scroll.

"Wow, where did Da Mao go?" Si Mao looked around suspiciously, ran up to hug Bai Mulan's thigh, and asked.

"He's looking for you." Bai Mulan patted her head gently, "Go and look for him, okay?"

"Okay." Si Mao rubbed her hand, nodded in satisfaction, and ran out bouncing around.

"Master," Siqian looked at her in surprise, "You are much gentler."

"Perhaps." Bai Mulan smiled at her, pinched her fingers lightly, and asked in a low voice: "Siqian, can Jingyue... give birth safely?"

"Naturally, Madam gave birth to a baby girl, named Fenghuan, and recently went to the Holy Court to hide with Master Mitton." Siqian glanced at her secretly, "Master, when we pick up Madam, we will go and take the baby Bring Fenghuan back."

"Okay, okay." Bai Mulan nodded slightly, showing a faint smile.

"Master, master!" A figure suddenly fell down, Da Mao dragged a man to Bai Mulan panting, and said excitedly: "Look, who did I meet!"

The one who was dragged by him ran over was a white-haired old man. He was a little dazed, but when he saw Bai Mulan, his body froze immediately, and he said in disbelief, "Mulan? Are you Mulan?"

"It's me." Bai Mulan was also surprised, stepped forward two steps, and knelt down on the ground, "Master..."

"It's really Mulan!" Miton closed his eyes, two lines of tears fell, and he stepped forward to help her up, "Mulan, are you okay? You were taken to Zhongzhou, did you suffer?"

"Mulan is fine, let Master worry, disciple... I feel guilty."

"Oh, what are you guilty of? I am the one who should be guilty." Miton stomped his feet angrily, and the hand holding her shoulder kept trembling, "Mulan, I'm confused, I lost Fenghuan, she was People... kidnapped!"

"What!" Siqian grabbed one of Miton's arms in shock, "Master Miton, you said you lost Fenghuan?"

"Master, speak slowly." Bai Mulan supported him, his face almost dripping with cold, "Who... took my daughter away."

The time had come, and the brigade of Yunzhong Pavilion left the gate of the inner courtyard.

Gu Jingyue pretended to be a maid and followed Huanyan. An elder in Yunzhong Pavilion took out a scroll and opened it slowly.

"Are we going to use the teleportation scroll to go back?" Gu Jingyue asked Huanyan softly.

"That's not true. There are too many of us, and the power of the scroll is only enough to send us to a small city next to the main city of Tianjiumen. There is a space plank road leading directly to my Tianjiumen." Huanyan also replied softly, "This way If so, we can arrive at Yunzhong Pavilion in about a day."

The scroll was opened, and a burst of golden light enveloped them, and they stopped talking. After a few breaths, everything around them was replaced by a quiet forest.

The elder closed the scroll, handed it to Huanyan, and said with a smile: "The speed of this scroll is getting faster and faster, little Huanyan, I will trouble you to record the magic power for me again in the future."

"Nothing, no trouble, no trouble." Huanyan smiled and put it away.

Gu Jingyue was puzzled, she leaned over and asked: "After this scroll is used, won't it stay where it was before it was sent?"

"Of course not." Seeing that she wanted to know, Huanyan explained to her carefully, "Once this scroll is opened, everything within the range will be sent away, naturally including the scroll. After all, there is still magic power on it. Let others go, and after a little survey, they will know where they are sent. Moreover, the scroll is not easy to make, and once it is made, it can be used repeatedly, so no one will throw it around at will, unless it is intentional, it will not left in place."

"So that's how it is." Gu Jingyue murmured, the scroll five years ago...was made on purpose... Heh, she really couldn't understand what Zero was thinking more and more.

When everyone entered the city, the elder first went to the plank road to inquire, and learned that the plank road would only be able to send them back tomorrow, so he went to a few inns for the time being and arranged for them to live one by one.

"Sister Lai, I want to go out for a stroll, can I?" Zhang Yi stood at the door and said to Gu Jingyue coyly.

"Go as soon as you want." Gu Jingyue glanced at him with a smile, "Don't cause trouble."

"I know!" Zhang Yi smiled and trotted out.

"He's really like your younger brother. He always reports to you about everything he does." Huanyan looked at her with a smile, poured a cup of tea and handed it to her, "Let's take a rest and go out for a walk."

"Alright." Gu Jingyue nodded, "It's a pity that Miss Hongye didn't come with us, and Qinghong and the others."

"Hongye..." Huanyan paused and sighed, "Wait for another two years, and she will be free again, and then she can come to me."

"What about you? Will Yunzhong Pavilion let you go?"

"Me? I don't want to leave. Yunzhong Pavilion is not a big faction, but it is still a place to stay. I started planning for myself early, and I don't worry about freedom." Huanyan smiled casually. Laughing, put down the glass, "Let's go, and eat something outside by the way."

"Okay." Gu Jingyue nodded, but in her mind, she and Mu Lan often wandered around the ordinary streets together, collecting some snacks and toys, and spending a day leisurely...Mulan, when will we be able to get together? Really live such a comfortable life.

They strolled slowly for half a day, ate something, and seeing that the weather was getting hot, they wanted to go back to rest. When they passed by a place, they saw a group of people confronting one another.

"That one seems to be... Zhang Yi!" Huanyan held Gu Jingyue in surprise.

"Zhang Yi?" Gu Jingyue frowned and looked over, "I told you not to cause trouble, is this person busy? Huanyan, please wait for me for a while."

She hurried over, Huanyan also chased after her, and they stood beside Zhang Yi together, Gu Jingyue asked softly: "What's going on?"

"It's not me who caused the trouble, it's because they bully people too much. I can't see how some adults bully a child. I said a few words, and then..." Zhang Yi complained again and again, "It's really not my fault."