"Min Xuelou?"

After listening to Wu Yue's story, Su Yan recited the name, and related memories from that year also emerged.

Wu Yue heard that there seemed to be doubts in Su Yan's tone, and couldn't help but ask: "Is there no such person in the sect before master went to sea?"

"No." Su Yan said with a smile. Unfortunately, his smile could not be shown on his face, and Wu Yue could not see it. "There is indeed such a person in Wuji Dao... She is your senior brother Yan Rushan

The youngest among the five true disciples, she was just a young girl when she went to sea as a teacher, but she never imagined that she would be a teacher now, which is really touching."

Wu Yue said happily: "Then they must be worthy of trust?"

"Thirty years is enough to change a lot of things. What has become of that girl Min Xuelou now? How do you know, my teacher? Tomorrow... just follow the plan."

"Disciple understands."

Wu Yue nodded and left the main room.

When she walked out of the door, she couldn't help but look back at Su Yan and thought to herself: The Wuji Tao that Master created back then fell from the top of the martial arts world to the point where it is almost unknown. She must be sad, right? Xue Xiuyi, Min Xuelou, are you okay?

Don't be a traitor.

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The next day.

Nancheng, in an inconspicuous alleyway.

In the Minxue Building, Mu Chunhua was squatting in a double-layered eaves room - here you can overlook the entire alleyway, and it is not easy to be discovered. It is an excellent location for an ambush.

"Senior Sister Min, how about I show up and interact with the visitor in a while to understand the situation and then make a decision?" Mu Chunhua withdrew her gaze from the end of the alley and said to Min Xuelou, who was closing her eyes and concentrating next to her.

"Okay." Min Xuelou nodded without opening his eyes, "If we can find out the person behind the scenes, we can kill them all."

Mu Chunhua couldn't help but twitching her eyes slightly.

'Senior Sister Min is becoming more and more murderous. Please don't become obsessed with her in the future.'

Sighing secretly in her heart, Mu Chunhua looked towards the alley again, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she whispered: "Here we come."

Min Xuelou opened his eyes when he heard this, his eyes flashed with cold light, piercing straight towards the entrance of the alley, and then he frowned.

Because the first person who walked into the alley was a short-haired man over nine feet tall, with a bronze complexion and holding an octagonal hammer in each hand.

Although such a big man is rare, it is nothing. The key is that this big man is actually carrying someone on his back.

Although the man was wearing a robe and a black gauze hat, his posture was still weird. If you look closely, you could see that his back was facing the big man and he was fixed to the big man with ropes.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a middle-aged man with a long sword in his hand and a sallow complexion following behind him, who was very similar to Xue Xiuyi's description, Min Xuelou would have almost thought he was a passerby who happened to pass by.

Mu Chunhua also felt that the person coming was too strange, so she did not show up immediately.

As the two watched, the weird three people came to the middle of the alleyway and stopped, and then the middle-aged man carved a new secret mark on the wall - WJ518.

Seeing this scene, Min Xuelou and Mu Chunhua knew that the person coming was the one they had arranged to meet, and there was no mistake.

So Mu Chunhua nodded slightly to Min Xuelou, then jumped down from the other side and walked in from the other end of the alley.

Standing more than ten steps away from the weird trio, Mu Chunhua smiled and said, "I am Min Xuelou. May I ask where your teacher is?"

This is a test - if the other party doesn't know Min Xuelou, then he is obviously pretending to be a disciple of Wuji Dao.

The other party did not answer, but took a few steps forward together, bringing the distance between them to within ten steps.

This made Mu Chunhua hold the hilt of the sword, unabashedly on guard.

Then the middle-aged man spoke, but in a clear female voice, he said: "My master said that Min Xuelou should be forty-six or seventy-year-old now. Even if he has good looks, his appearance cannot be as young as yours. Tell me, you

Who is it?"

The smile on Mu Chunhua's face did not change after hearing this, but her heart was full of doubts and her spirit was tense.

The first thing she didn't understand was where did this woman communicate with her master just now? Could it be the legendary voice transmission into secrets?

But it seems that this method of transmitting sounds into secrets can only be used by innate masters, right? Could it be that the other party’s master is actually an innate master?!

Secondly, the other party judged that she was not Min Xuelou based on her age and did not recognize her. Although her appearance had changed a lot after twenty-seven or eight years, if she was a classmate back then, he would not be able to recognize her at all.

Come out?

As soon as these two questions appeared, she almost thought that the other party was fake and a powerful enemy in the innate realm.

But then she realized that if the opponent was really a powerful enemy in the innate realm, he could capture her as soon as they met.

If the other party sneaks into Wuji Dao with the intention of deceiving, then they should not reveal information about their Xiantian realm strength.

Feeling completely confused, Mu Chunhua said directly: "I am Mu Chunhua, a second-generation disciple of Wuji Dao. If your master is a disciple of Wuji Dao, don't hide your head and show your tail. Just show up and I can identify him!"

At the same time, Min Xuelou, who was hiding under the eaves, held the hilt of his sword and stared at this side, ready to go.

The yellow-faced middle-aged man frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and soon said again: "In which year did you become a disciple of Wuji Dao, and who is your master?"

Mu Chunhua didn't understand why the other party asked this, but at this point, she didn't mind revealing more irrelevant information.

"My master is the seventh true successor of the Patriarch, Su Yi. I became a disciple of Wuji Tao in the seventh year of Taikang, and it has been more than thirty-one years now. If you are sincere, you should answer the question I just asked, right?

?”

After saying this, Mu Chunhua stared at the other party closely to see how the other party would respond.

But he saw the middle-aged woman dressed as a yellow face asking the short-haired man to turn around and face her back.

Then, the other party lifted up the black veil of the person being carried, revealing his face.

As an acquired eighth-level warrior, and only ten steps away, Mu Chunhua could clearly see this man's face at a glance.

This is a man in his thirties, with sharp eyebrows that slant into his temples, a straight nose, and a nice short beard on his lips and chin. He has a handsome face and looks very familiar.

‘I’ve never seen this person before, right? Why does he look so familiar?’

Mu Chunhua felt strange.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman dressed as a yellow face showed her sword again. When she flicked the sword with her thumb, half of the ancient sword was exposed upwards.

"Master said, if you don't recognize him, then you should know his sword, right?"

'This man's sword?'

Mu Chunhua looked at the sword - it was an ancient sword with a restrained edge, and the exposed half of the sword was engraved with two strange words.

Seeing these two strange words, she couldn't help but shrink her pupils.

Because these two characters are found on some important buildings of Wuji Dao and even on the cover of secret books, as a second-generation true disciple, she also understands their meaning. Over there is: Wuji!

Wuji, ancient sword, and sword were all connected together, and she finally remembered something very important.

At this moment, a sound broke through the air, and a gray figure swept straight down from above.

Mu Chunhua woke up from her memory, thinking that Min Xuelou was going to kill someone, so she couldn't help but scream: "No!"

However, as soon as she said these words, she saw Min Xuelou kneeling down in front of the man who was being carried on his back, bending down to pay homage, sobbing: "The Patriarch..."

Before he finished speaking, the tears fell and shattered into pieces.
Chapter completed!