[Master] Why is a hometown

Part of the reason why Mu Xinyuan participated in the Promise Banquet was because of Ouyang Jin, the drug leader in Xijiang.

Ouyang Jin and Dugu Poison have been equally famous in the drug industry for a long time, but this is the first time for these two people to gather together.Meeting at the peak must be something to watch.

There are not a few people in the drug world who hold the same idea as her, but because she has participated in two drug banquets and is also a medical idiot, she is quite favored by drug queens, so it is inconvenient to express her desire to watch the excitement too clearly.

I thought it would be a battle of needles against wheat, but unexpectedly, after several trials, the two leading figures in the drug world would develop a sympathy for each other, which made everyone dumbfounded.

After the banquet, the people who couldn't see the excitement dispersed, and Dugudu sent someone to invite Ouyang Jin and Mu Xinyuan to stay for a small gathering.

Mu Xinyuan was quite familiar with Tu Shan's lineage, since the poisoned queen asked to stay, it was hard to refuse, so she had to wander around Tushan with the two poisonous beauties, listen to their conversation, and chat with her from time to time.

Others may not understand how Tushan Poison Empress and Xijiang Poison Leader saw each other rightly, but Mu Xinyuan could hear the reason from Ouyang Jin's few words.

Rumor has it that Dugu Po was not as strong and extreme as she is now in her early years, but her husband left without saying goodbye, which hit her quite a bit; this time she heard that Ouyang Jin's life experience was not dissimilar to Dugu Po.

"Sister Jin, it's more difficult than mine for you to shoulder the burden of Western Xinjiang." Dugu Du was quite emotional.

"The world is difficult, and only people know it. I am very grateful that the poisoned queen can understand a little bit."

"You're welcome. We hit it off right away, it's also fate." Dugu Du chatted with her for a while longer, and then turned the topic to Mu Xinyuan: "Sister Jin is very good at poisoning, can you take a look at A Yuan's physical condition?"

"Huh?" Ouyang Jin had already noticed Mu Xinyuan at the banquet just now, and moved lightly with lotus steps, and came to her for a while to observe: "You are the poison doctor Mu Xinyuan? It is indeed the same as the rumors."

Suddenly being named, Mu Xinyuan, who was distracted, suddenly came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "Poison Empress, don't bother."

Dugu Du sneered coldly: "Don't put on airs, didn't you come here for sister Jin when you participated in the poison banquet this time? You must seize the opportunity and repair your body that is prone to problems."

"Hey, Poison Queen, don't wear it. I just admire the name of Poison Leader, and I didn't think otherwise." Although Mu Xinyuan didn't have any hope, she didn't want to get rid of the poison queen's kindness, not to mention that Ouyang Jin had already stretched out his hand to do something. She probed her pulse, and spread out her right arm cooperatively: "I'm sorry."

Ouyang Jin pressed two fingers on her slender wrist, and probed carefully, her eyebrows furrowed more and more: "This..."

"Sister Jin, how are you doing?"

"I haven't encountered such a difficult situation yet." Ouyang Jin looked at Mu Xinyuan's expression cautiously, and seeing her indifferent expression, he couldn't help sighing: "Ms. Mu's cultivation of this poisonous element is like drinking poison to quench her thirst."

Mu Xinyuan just smiled and withdrew his arm: "I'm sorry to bother the poisonous empress and the poisonous leader."

"Hasn't the medical idiot found a solution?"

Mentioning that weirdo in the medical world, Dugu Du looked a little worried: "If he has a solution, why would he send people to Tushan to ask. Hmph, he pretends to be aloof all day long, so there's nothing he can do about it?"

Mu Xinyuan barely held back her smile.

Master's paralyzed face and cold personality are not a matter of a day or two, and the poison queen is also a lonely person, and it is inevitable that they are not in harmony with each other, so she doesn't need to explain.

Dugu Poison is so powerful, she can see at a glance that she is hiding a smile, and said ruthlessly: "What are you laughing at? Heartless girl. If you don't care about your life, don't come to Tushan to trouble me."

"Hey... the poisoned queen has opened her mouth to drive people away. I should consciously leave the Tushan territory."

"It's up to you." Dugu Du paused for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "Why don't you see your senior brother this time?"

"He has his experience, and I have my plan. There is no need to let him be my bodyguard at any time."

"You should be aware of your own situation, and don't take it lightly when you jump into the rivers and lakes."

"Thank you for your care. Then Mu Xinyuan will bid farewell to Dugu Pou." After bidding farewell to Dugu Po, she turned to Ouyang Jin: "Poison Chief, I'm leaving. If there is a chance in the future, I hope to ask for advice again."

Mu Xinyuan walked a few steps, and suddenly turned around and took another look.

But seeing Dugu Du and Ouyang Jin facing each other silently, with deep unspeakable sadness hidden on each face.

She looked back silently.

Often the word love is misleading, but what is it like to be in it?

Cultivators take life as their responsibility.

It seems quite solemn to say it, but in fact, Daozhen has established a sect for thousands of years, with a large number of disciples, and the surrounding lands are under protection, even if there are bandits running around or a few or two monsters, it is difficult to really make waves.

Inherited to the generation of Juan Shou Tian Yuan Wu Xiang and others, Dao Zhen has always been calm and peaceful, and all the disciples live in peace, self-cultivation and self-cultivation, and life is simple.

After Mu Xinyuan left, Yuan Wuxiang returned to the life of enlightenment and cultivation in the past. If there is any difference, it is probably because he lost a friend who worried him so much that he would visit in person almost every day.

A few months later, I suddenly received a letter from a stranger.

Yuan Wuxiang unwrapped the outer seal with a slight scent of grass and trees, and the familiar handwriting naturally evoked a smile on his lips.

——It is the secret recipe for wine making sent by A Yuan.

Mu Xinyuan has superb medical skills and is proficient in health preservation. The medicinal wine she brews is also well-known for a long time.

Ordinary medicinal wines focus on potency, so they can't give full consideration to the color and fragrance, but she can ingeniously blend the original essence of herbs into the wine.

During the six months when she lived temporarily in Daozhen, several fellow practitioners had the audacity to ask Yuan Wuxiang to ask her for a drink.

Unexpectedly, she would organize the secret recipes and share them with him, heh...she really is a good friend of Dafang.

Yuan Wuxiang tried to make wine by herself according to the secret recipe she provided, after a few experiments, it really yielded something - Baopuzi started to take the lead and went to drink in the misty rain and setting sun.

"I said that there is no country," Baopuzi hugged a wine jar, dodged left and right, tried his best to prevent the snatching of the sword, and did not forget to tease while chasing: "Ms. Mu's secret recipe, please share with us, In order not to hurt everyone's peace."

"Baopuzi, look at your ugliness, are you going to change your name to Baotanzi?!" Dao Zhongpin and Li Gonglie confirmed their eyes, and they hugged tacitly, intercepted from left and right, and pushed Baopuzi to the ground.

With the crisp sound of "Boom", all the remaining jars of wine were fed to the flowers and plants in the misty rain and setting sun.

The three of them were dumbfounded, and immediately beat their chests and stamped their feet.

"Oh, it's a pity that a jar of good wine!"

"You said you were holding the jar, why didn't An hold it tight?"

"Hey, to be reasonable, who made me let go?"

Several people made a fuss, Yuan Wuxiang laughed and said: "Fellow practitioners, Daozhen's temperament and face."

Tired Shoutian simply turned his head away, lowered his voice solemnly and whispered to Yuan Wuxiang: "Next time we brew, let us know in advance."

Ge Xianchuan was the oldest among the group of people. He always regarded himself as a big brother of the same generation, and he would never join in the crowd's mischief. Seeing this, he touched his goatee and shook his head and sighed: "It's really unsteady."

"We won't pretend to be serious like you." Li Gonglie smiled: "But then again, Yuan Wuxiang's craftsmanship is still a little bit behind Miss Mu's."

"Of course Ah Yuan's craftsmanship is superb, I'm ashamed to be inferior." Yuan Wuxiang recalled that Mu Xinyuan once entertained him for a meal, with a rare and inexplicable complacency in his emotion: "Actually, the medicinal food she made is even more unique. , It’s a pity that you didn’t get one.”

When Dao Zhongpin and Li Gonglie heard the words, they winked at each other, and their tone seemed to swallow a sour plum born seven cents: "Yes, you are the only one who is lucky, just show it off."

Baopuzi straightened his wine-soaked sleeves, and suddenly said solemnly: "Yuanwuxiang, you should take good care of such a clever girl like Ms. Mu, and just marry her into the family, so that all fellow practitioners will be honored."

"Good proposal, I agree."

"Seconded."

The most negative hero and Ge Xianchuan shook their heads at the same time, Tired Shoutian was expressionless, but all the fellow practitioners who were familiar with him could see that he was trying to figure out the value of this proposal.

Yuan Wuxiang was stunned, and then solemnly said: "This kind of joke, it doesn't matter once or twice, there is no need to bring it up repeatedly, don't affect the reputation of the girl's family."

"We also care about Miss Mu's reputation, that's why we want you to go to Ming Media to get married. It's justified."

"Friend..." Yuan Wuxiang helplessly supported his forehead: "I've decided—not to make wine in the near future."

"Hey! I can't stand a joke!"

Mu Xinyuan has been traveling the world for several years.

Although she has traveled all over the country, her social circle still remains the same. There are three or five acquaintances in the medical and drug circles, plus one Nandao Zhenyuan Wuxiang.

After the farewell that year, she has never gone to Daozhen until now; most of her correspondence with Yuan Wuxiang is through letters.

As for how many times she passed the door and refused to enter, she certainly did not let Yuan Wuxiang know; she also did not want to think deeply about the reasons.

During the period, he also went back to Yaowang Valley, but there was still no sign of Mu Shaoai; Master also had no news.

The master's name is "Medical Crazy", and for the sake of advanced medical skills, retreat and disappearance are common occurrences; but Mu Shaoai has not heard from him for many years, which really makes her a little puzzled.Asking about Prince Zhonglie's residence, the other party only vaguely told Mu Shaoai that he was fine.

——With such remarks, it is obvious that Mu Shaoai has something to do.

No matter how much he disliked him, he was his own senior brother. Mu Xinyuan simply lived in the Zhonglie Palace for three months, and didn't mention Mu Shaoai's affairs.

King Zhonglie probably also heard about this little junior sister from Mu Shaoai, and knew that she was sick and fragile, so he was afraid that something might happen and he would not be able to explain it, so he had to force Zhu Hen to assure her: Mu Shaoai is very good, why don't you eat? Well, the beauty is by your side, drunk and dreamy.

Mu Xinyuan heard that Zhu Hen's words were completely from Mu Shaoai's own tone, and understood that this was a message from his prodigal brother, so he didn't pursue it anymore, and went to the south of the Yangtze River with all his money.

The master comes from Jiangnan Feng Mansion, he is a son of a well-known family, and there is an elder brother above him who is responsible for the family business, which is why he is allowed to indulge in medicine.

Mu Xinyuan and Mu Shaoai were often taken care of by the Feng Manor in their early years, and they were quite close to Master Feng.

Remembering that Master had been missing for many years, she and Mu Shaoai hadn't visited for many years, so they turned to go.

——Unexpectedly, the graceful and majestic Jiangnanfeng Mansion in memory turned into ruins.

Mu Xinyuan stood on the rubble, dumbfounded.

Looking at this scene, it must have changed in recent days.

She grabbed the sneaky thief nearby and asked what happened.

"Girl, it's none of our business. A few days ago, the Feng Mansion was suddenly besieged by people from the rivers and lakes. We ordinary people hid at home and didn't know anything. It changed like this the next day."

When Mu Xinyuan heard this, she felt a chill in her heart.

"Where are the people from Fengfu?!"

"Listen, I heard that an old housekeeper escaped, and he was still collecting his body yesterday..."

Like a thunderbolt, Mu Xinyuan was frightened and angry, and his internal organs felt cramped.

"Uh..." Quickly tapped a few vital points on her body to prevent the onset of the disease, she tried her best to calm down: "You know... where is the old housekeeper?"

Yuan Wuxiang received another letter from Mu Xinyuan.

This reply letter, just looking at the handwriting, he realized something was wrong.

Juanxiu's handwriting is a bit messy, with only a few lines.

——When the family is broken and the people are dead, what is the hometown?

Yuan Wuxiang's gentle face was heavy.

A Yuan, what happened?

He has always been calm and indifferent, but at this moment, actions preceded thinking.

He overtook the messenger and asked where the letter came from.

One day and one night, he rushed to Jiangnan.

On the dilapidated rubble, he found his friend who was pale and haggard.

"A Yuan." Yuan Wuxiang observed the surroundings carefully, and already had some guesses in his heart: "Are you okay?"

Mu Xinyuan was sitting on the rubble in a daze, when she heard the long-lost familiar voice, she raised her head in astonishment: "You...why are you here?"

Yuan Wuxiang walked towards her step by step on gravel and broken tiles: "I was a little worried when I received your letter, so I found this place. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Mu Xinyuan stared at him blankly for a while, then slowly shook her head.

"...they've all been buried."

"Then... you are sad and obedient."

"……Um."

Mu Xinyuan was still a little dazed, turned her head to meet Uehara Wuxiang's caring eyes, and then she was convinced that he really came.

Why are you here?

She felt...she seemed to be falling into some kind of unknown cage, beyond redemption.