[Master] Why is a hometown

After returning from Jiangnan, Mu Xinyuan and his wife, who had no hometown, turned around and lived in the misty rain and setting sun.

Finding that the two of them were at home, Yunyi Baichuan excitedly brought his younger sister to visit.

"Brother, it's been a long time. You're finally willing to come back!"

After not returning home for a long time, Mu Xinyuan was cleaning and tidying up. Hearing the voices of his younger brothers and sisters, he turned out of the bedroom and saw the two of them in the courtyard asking about Yuan Wuxiang, chatting non-stop.

"sister in law!"

Seeing her appearance, Yunyi Baichuan grabbed Lingxi Zhixia and turned around and greeted her with a smile.

Mu Xinyuan smiled and nodded: "Junior Brother Yun, Zhixia, stay for lunch at noon. We brought a lot of specialties from Jiangnan during our trip, and we will bring some back to your elder brother later."

Yunyi Baichuan immediately cheered: "Sister-in-law is the best! There is also a souvenir, it seems that it is better to be in time than in time."

Mu Xinyuan was about to invite his juniors and younger sisters to sit down and drink tea. Looking around, he saw that the courtyard was covered with dust and cobwebs, so he said to Yuan Wuxiang, "Director Yuan, please clean it up."

Yuan Wuxiang said with a smile, "I obey, madam."

Yunyi Baichuan and Lingxi Zhixia hadn't figured out what was going on, Yuan Wuxiang was already working hard and swept away the dust and cobwebs in the courtyard.

Seeing this, the two brothers and sisters looked at each other silently, feeling quite uncomfortable.

——In the past, Yuan Wuxiang could be regarded as the No. 1 South Cultivator, but now Kong has a strong body and uses it to do these things. How can it not be embarrassing?

Mu Xinyuan brought hot tea, and greeted the siblings to sit down and sip it together, while chatting with the family.

"Finger Xia has become more beautiful." Mu Xinyuan vaguely remembered that Lingxi Zhixia had revealed to herself that she had a sweetheart, so she couldn't help joking: "I don't know if there is any consideration for lifelong events?"

"Sister-in-law!" Lingxi blushed, bit her lips and remained silent.

Talking about his little sister's lifelong event, Yun Yi Baichuan laughed and shook his head: "Oh, Dongjun Mu Zhengrong has been fond of my little sister for a long time, but she just doesn't like her."

"I can handle my own affairs, you and elder brother just like to intervene!" Lingxi muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Little sister, it's not me who said you, what's wrong with Dong Jun?" Yun Yi Baichuan complained to Yuan Wuxiang with a look of injustice: "Brother, you are judging, I am obviously concerned, but I am always disgusted."

"Dongjun Mu Zhengrong is indeed an elite of the Daoxuan lineage." Yuan Wuxiang recalled for a while, and remembered such a number one person, but looking at the expression of Consonance Finger Flaw, it was clear that he already belonged to him, and it was inconvenient to point it out, so he said euphemistically: " It’s just that fate is important in this matter. Considering my junior sister’s own conditions, you might as well wait and see, and you will definitely be able to find a good husband.”

"Senior brother is still understanding, unlike you!" Lingxi Zhixia was very helpful, and he snorted heavily to his second brother.

Yunyi Baichuan looked helpless and spoiled: "Yes, yes, your eldest brother and second brother are both old Wu and can't speak."

"Ha, junior brother is serious, and I'm just talking about it from people who have experienced it."

Yuan Wuxiang resigned casually, but unexpectedly both siblings turned their gazes over, unable to hide their gossip: "Yes, senior brother and sister-in-law are very destined, I heard that the hero saved the beauty when they met for the first time?"

"Cough... now we are talking about finger time, why do you involve me and your sister-in-law?"

Yuan Wuxiang coughed lightly in embarrassment.

"Hey, sister-in-law, let me reveal it." Yunyi Baichuan stretched his neck curiously, his head almost spanning the entire stone table, and asked Mu Xinyuan, "What did sister-in-law think when she first saw her senior brother?"

Mu Xinyuan was pouring tea for Yuan Wuxiang, when he heard the words, he chuckled lightly: "Ha... this question? My opinion—it's really a Taoist priest who is destined to fall in love."

"Pfft...hahahaha!!!"

"...Ah Yuan." Seeing his younger brother and younger sister laughing, Yuan Wuxiang was a little embarrassed, so he quickly changed the subject: "After talking for so long, why didn't I see your elder brother today?"

"I was summoned to a meeting by the head teacher." When mentioning the matter in the teaching, Yun Yi Baichuan's smile faded: "I heard that it is necessary to negotiate the integration of the two factions with the Northern School."

"Oh?" Yuan Wuxiang was surprised at first when he heard the news, but then he was relieved: "The North and South Dao have been separated for many years, and it would be a good thing if they can return to unity. Baopuzi and Ge Xianchuan have a heart."

"That's a good thing to say..." Yunyi Baichuan thought of Baopuzi's increasingly arrogant and alienated attitude over the years, he was inevitably upset, and it was inconvenient to speak clearly, so he cast a sloppy eye: "If we can agree, it will indeed be a good thing."

Lingxi pointed at Xia but rolled his eyes undisguisedly: "Second brother, what are you hesitating about? Ge Xianchuan put on a show, and Baopuzi was arrogant. If it wasn't for Tired Shoutian and senior brother who had no intention of winning, where would it be their turn?" Master..."

"Little sister!" Yunyi Baichuan shouted in a low voice.

——Although Lingxi pointed out the fact that the real people in the North and South Dao knew it, but now that the original senior brother has faded out of the church due to a severed hand and a disability, bringing up the old story is tantamount to exposing scars.

Lingxi Zhixia consciously made a slip of the tongue, looked at Yuan Wuxiang in embarrassment, not knowing how to make amends.

Fortunately, Yuan Wuxiang didn't take it seriously, and was still calm. He just kindly reminded: "Junior Sister, regardless of personality, Ge Xianchuan and Baopuzi are both committed to the truth. You must not make such remarks again, so as not to hurt others."

Lingxi Zhixia's face was slightly red, and he said: "I... I know."

Originally, Mu Xinyuan planned to stay in the misty rain and setting sun for a few days before setting off to visit Tianfo Yuanxiang again; Yuan Wuxiang also readily agreed to this plan.

For this reason, Mu Xinyuan has already allocated the accompanying gifts brought by this trip back to the south of the Yangtze River in advance, and packed his bags to prepare for departure. After Daozhen's co-owner incident, Yuan Wuxiang began to hesitate.

Mu Xinyuan knew that he was still attached to the sect, and that the integration of the two sects was indeed a major event, so he offered to stay for a few more days.

"But... you and Master Yusheng Yuntuo have already agreed on a time, will this delay the trip to the Buddhist land?"

Knowing that Ah Yuan postponed the trip because of him, Yuan Wuxiang felt slightly apologetic.

"The meaning of traveling is not to let go of everything. If you are reluctant to make it with your worries, you will lose the fun of the journey." As Mu Xinyuan unpacked the arranged salutes again, he said without looking back to dispel his concerns: "Furthermore , Is it the first day we met? Still such a dick."

Yuan Wuxiang watched her hang the clothes back into the cabinet one by one, and was still a little moved in his heart: "Ah Yuan, thank you very much."

Mu Xinyuan turned around abruptly, approached him a few steps pretending to be angry, raised his head and stared at him, stretched out his hands and gently pinched his cheeks and pulled slightly on both sides: "Since you are so polite...do you want to thank me?" ? Then show your sincerity, Daoist Yuan.”

Being naughty for a while, Yuan Wuxiang's eyes were filled with smiles, and he said softly: "Okay."

The next moment, he lowered his head and held her lips.

Mu Xinyuan, who was joking, blushed in embarrassment, then closed her eyes meekly and leaned against Yuan Wuxiang's arms.

……

After the tenderness, Mu Xinyuan leaned lazily on Yuan Wuxiang's body, reached out to play with the broken hair on his sideburns, and let his thoughts wander freely.

Yuan Wuxiang's silver hair was scattered, his eyes half-closed, he looked like a white rabbit dozing off.

Seeing this, Mu Xinyuan couldn't help chuckling, and a thought suddenly came into his mind.

— It would be nice to have a child.

If his eyebrows and eyes are like him, and his hair is also like him, then it is really a little white rabbit.

But... that's impossible.

The next moment, she sighed softly.

"how was it?"

Yuan Wuxiang opened his eyes and asked.

She shook her head silently, Yuan Wuxiang only pretended that she was still impatient to pay attention to Daozhen's educational affairs, so she whispered in her ear: "When this matter is over, we will start our journey."

"...Well." Mu Xinyuan squeezed into his arms, closed her eyes to hide what was on her mind, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and said noncommittally, "Go to sleep."

On the day of the duel between Baopuzi and Ge Xianchuan, Yuan Wuxiang and Mu Xinyuan were not present in person.

Firstly, Yuan Wuxiang hadn't participated in the religious affairs for a long time, so he felt a little embarrassed; secondly, he and Mu Xinyuan didn't like to join in the fun, anyway, the result would always be widely announced to Daozhen, why bother to go to the scene and be crowded?

Besides, no matter who wins, Baopuzi or Ge Xianchuan, the unity of Dao and Zhen should be the inevitable result. Yuan Wuxiang has no preference for this, and naturally does not pay attention to the duel itself.

The husband and wife waited quietly for the results in the misty rain and setting sun, drinking tea and chatting, very leisurely.

It was almost noon, expecting the result of the duel, Mu Xinyuan got up and prepared to go to the kitchen to prepare meals, but there was a rush and chaotic sound from outside the misty rain and setting sun.

"Quickly... find Mrs. Yuan!"

"Teacher hold on!"

- Immediately afterwards, there was another hasty knock on the door.

Yuan Wuxiang's peaceful expression froze for a moment, Mu Xinyuan turned her head in surprise, and went to open the door, but what she saw was an astonishing scene.

Brother Puyang Gangyi, Nan Xiuzhen Shuangkui and others stood outside the door guarding a stretcher, on which lay the dying Baopuzi.

"Madam Yuan, hurry up, save someone!"

Human life is at stake, Mu Xinyuan didn't have time to ask, and immediately instructed everyone to carry Baopuzi in, fetch tools and start rescue.

Yuan Wuxiang listened to Puyang Gangyi and Yunyi Baichuan's story of the duel, he was stunned: "How could this happen?!"

Both Ge Xianchuan and Baopuzi are masters, and they were fellow practitioners in Liyunping, they should be very clear about each other's cultivation, and they also made clear the main points of the competition before the battle, how could they miss so far?

Shuang Kui was still filled with righteous indignation: "In this duel, it was Ge Xianchuan who proposed at the beginning that Baopuzi was clearly at a disadvantage in the battle, and he actually pressed forward step by step to kill the killer. Now it seems that he clearly planned it in advance! "

Hearing the bad news, Yuan Wuxiang was stunned for a while, but he still tried to sort out the ins and outs, and comforted everyone, saying: "If Ge Xianchuan really has ulterior motives, how could he go to such extremes in full view and ruin his reputation? Everyone, keep calm first, and the sword has no power." Eye, maybe he really missed it accidentally."

"Hmph! With his cultivation base, only he knows whether it was a mistake or intentional!"

"Everyone calm down, let A Yuan treat Baopuzi first, and then discuss other matters." Yuan Wuxiang was also anxious, not only worried about the lives of fellow practitioners, but also had to think about the possible consequences of this change in the North and South Dao scriptures. facing the situation.

——It is a good thing for the two factions to merge into one, how could it develop to this point?

Ugh……

Mu Xinyuan tried his best to save Baopuzi's life before dawn.

But Baopuzi was seriously injured, his martial arteries had been disabled, he had to rest in order to gradually recover his vitality.

After regaining consciousness, Baopuzi found it difficult to calm down when he understood his injury. He scratched the bed board with both hands and panted bitterly, and said, "I... I want to see Yuan Wuxiang!"

"He's already waiting outside." Mu Xinyuan's expression was light: "But I must remind you, please try to control your emotions, you are not out of danger yet, don't be restless."

"I know... many, many thanks."

Seeing that Baopuzi was still upset, Mu Xinyuan sighed silently and invited everyone into the room.

"Friend!" Yuan Wuxiang walked to the bed, seeing that although Baopuzi was weak but still in good spirits, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Baopuzi grabbed Yuan Wuxiang's arm, gasped for breath and told everyone: "I... my martial art has been abolished, but the Southern Sect can't be left alone for a day, now I hand over the silver dart Xuan Jie to Yuan Wuxiang, it is bound to be We must seek justice from Ge Xianchuan!"

"This……?!"

Yuan Wuxiang was startled slightly, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, with different thoughts.

Everyone knows that Yuan Wuxiang just lost his hands, but his cultivation is still there. If he is really connected with the Yindao Xuanjie, he will indeed have the ability to lead the Southern Sect.

Shidongji made some calculations in his mind, the silver dart Xuanjie is one of the treasures of the town and education, although he was interested in the silver dart in the past, but it was inconvenient to take it as his own because of the eyes of everyone.In the current situation, whoever accepts Silver Dart will have to face the real possible conflict between the North and South Roads, and he doesn't want to cause trouble, so he coughed lightly, and said as the former head teacher: "There is no country in the past, and Baopuzi has no consideration. Wrong, the Southern Sect cannot be without a leader, with your cultivation, you are the most suitable to take over the silver dart."

"I have been unfamiliar with the teaching affairs for a long time, so I still ask Dao Pan to lead the Southern Sect..."

Before Yuan Wuxiang's refusal was finished, Baopuzi cried out in grief and indignation: "Yuan Wuxiang! You can't refuse!"

Mu Xinyuan, who had been listening all the time, quickly stepped forward to apply needles to stabilize Baopuzi's pulse, his face sank like water: "I said, you should not get angry."

Yuan Wuxiang was in a lot of embarrassments, but Shidongji still had no intention of accepting it, so he nodded in agreement under the expectant eyes of everyone: "My friend, don't get excited, I am willing to accept Yindiao Xuanjie."

He promised, but quietly looked at Mu Xinyuan's expression.

Mu Xinyuan's eyelashes drooped, and he seemed to be focused on Baopuzi's injury, but he could feel her entanglement and depression.

Hey - I broke my promise again.

Joining silver darts needs to be carried out by the lighting lamp that created the silver darts.

After Yuan Wuxiang accepted the important task, he went to the dark road together with Mu Xinyuan.

Along the way, he wanted to communicate with Mu Xinyuan several times, but he didn't know where to start.

Mu Xinyuan's expression was gloomy, and he tried his best. Seeing that Yuan Wuxiang hesitated to speak, knowing that he felt guilty again, he no longer remained silent, and forced a smile: "It is also a good thing that you can move freely when you connect the silver dart. .”

"A Yuan..."

"No need to say anything," Mu Xinyuan pretended to be relaxed, and even smiled: "Actually, I don't hate mundane affairs as much as you imagine. I'm tired of being a doctor in the world, and being the wife of the head teacher is quite prestigious. "

"A Yuan, I'm sorry."

Yuan Wuxiang finally confessed his guilt, Mu Xinyuan frowned, and suddenly reached out and hammered him hard.

"I'm always 'sorry', 'sorry' and 'thank you'. How do you dislike me in your heart? Anyway, just don't treat me as one of your own."

Seeing that she seemed to be really angry, Yuan Wuxiang hurriedly comforted her: "A Yuan, I'm sorry...uh, I didn't mean that."

"I know you don't mean that." Seeing his bewildered look, Mu Xinyuan's anger subsided, she hugged the treasure box containing the silver dart Xuanjie tightly with one hand, and held his broken arm with the other: "I just... I don't want you to get involved in the turmoil of love and hatred. Your personality with a sense of responsibility is really worrying me."

"I don't want to make you worry anymore, but this is a responsibility I must shoulder."

"...I know. I'm not trying to stop you, I'm just worried."

——Worrying that you always monopolize heavy responsibilities like this, worrying that you always bear the burden of humiliation, worrying that one day I will be gone, and you will attribute the reason to yourself and feel guilty for the rest of your life.

"I know you're worried about me, so I'll do my best."

Yuan Wuxiang gave the lowest promise he could give, and looked at each other, Mu Xinyuan knew that talking too much was useless, looked up, and saw that the entrance of the dark path was already ahead, so he stopped arguing with him.

Ci Lang, who had received the news earlier, had made all the preparations. Knowing the current situation of Baopuzi, he couldn't help but feel sad. Afterwards, he worked with Mu Xinyuan to complete the implantation of the silver dart Xuanjie.

"Within three days of combining silver darts, you can't use force, and you can't fluctuate your mood. In addition, when you first come into contact with silver darts, it takes time to familiarize yourself with the characteristics and usage methods, and you can't do it too hastily."

"I know."

After Ci Lang handed over the precautions to Mu Xinyuan, he walked away with a light in his hand.

On the way the couple turned back to Daozhen, Yuan Wuxiang couldn't hold back and reached out to hold Mu Xinyuan's hand.

Mu Xinyuan struggled a bit and stopped resisting.Yuan Wuxiang lost her hand for many years, and finally she can hold her hand again - but she prefers the warm hands in the past, rather than this cold silver dart Xuanjie.

Yin Dart Xuan Jie can make Yuan Wuxiang do many things, but he can't give him freedom.

Back in the misty rain and setting sun, Mu Xinyuan, according to Ci Lang's instructions, placed Yuan Wuxiang behind the seven-fold candlestick in the secret room, and calmly adapted to the mysterious solution of the silver dart.

One day at night, there was another chaotic knock on the door, her heart tightened, and when she opened the door, she saw Yun Yi Baichuan shouting at herself: "Sister-in-law, Ge Xianchuan committed suicide, Tired Shoutian killed the Nanzong with his famous sword! "

"Where is he now?"

Yunyi Baichuan flushed with anxiety: "He's... no, sister-in-law, I'm here to find senior brother..."

"He can't use force right now, you take me to heal the wounded first."

"……heal?"

Yunyi Baichuan was dumbfounded.

"No one in the Southern Sect can stop Tired Shoutian, but at least casualties must be reduced." Mu Xinyuan quickly fetched the medicine box: "Take me there quickly, and by the way, tell all the disciples who know medicine to split up and follow behind Tired Shoutian. Heal the wounded!"