Volume 1: The Return of the Ancestor Chapter 12: The Grandmaster is Above
"Min Xuelou?"
After listening to Wu Yue's account of what happened, Su Yan repeated the name and related memories of that year came flooding back.
Wu Yue heard that Su Yan's tone seemed to be full of doubt, and couldn't help asking: "Is this person not in the sect before Master went to sea?"
"No." Su Yan said with a smile, but unfortunately he couldn't show his smile on his face, and Wu Yue couldn't see it either. "There is indeed such a person in Wuji Dao... She is the youngest of your senior brother Yan Rushan's five true disciples. When I went out to sea with you, she was just a young girl. I never thought that she would become a teacher now. It's really touching."
Wu Yue said happily: "Then they must be trustworthy?"
"Thirty years is enough to change a lot of things. How can I know what the young girl Min Xuelou has become now? Tomorrow... just act according to the predetermined plan."
"Disciple understands."
Wu Yue nodded and left the main house.
When she walked out of the door, she couldn't help but look back at Su Yan, thinking: Master, who founded the Wuji Dao, must be very sad to see it fall from the top of the martial arts world to a place that is almost unknown. Xue Xiuyi, Min Xuelou, you must not be traitors.
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The next day.
In an inconspicuous alley in the south city.
Min Xuelou and Mu Chunhua were squatting somewhere between the double eaves - from here they could overlook the entire alley and were not easily discovered, making it an ideal position for an ambush.
"Senior Sister Min, I will show up first and contact the person who comes. I will make a decision after finding out the situation. How about that?" Mu Chunhua withdrew her gaze from the end of the alley and said to Min Xuelou who was resting with his eyes closed next to her.
"Okay." Min Xuelou nodded without opening his eyes. "If we can find out who is behind this, we can kill them all."
Mu Chunhua couldn't help but twitch her eyes slightly.
"Sister Min is becoming more and more murderous. Don't go crazy in the future."
Mu Chunhua sighed inwardly, then looked towards the alley entrance again. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she whispered, "Someone is coming."
Min Xuelou opened his eyes upon hearing that. A cold light flashed in his phoenix eyes, which pierced straight into the alley entrance. Then he frowned.
Because the first person to walk into the alley was a short-haired man over nine feet tall, with a bronze complexion and an octagonal hammer in each hand.
Although such a big man is rare, it is not a big deal. The key point is that this big man is carrying someone on his back.
Although the man was wearing a long robe and a black hat, his posture was still strange. Upon closer inspection, he was facing away from the big man and was tied to him with ropes .
If there hadn't been a middle-aged man with a long sword and a sallow complexion following behind him, who looked very similar to the man described by Xue Xiuyi, Min Xuelou would have almost thought that he was a passerby who happened to pass by.
Mu Chunhua also felt that the visitor was too strange, so she did not show up immediately.
Under the gaze of the two men, the three strange people came to the middle of the alley and stopped. 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 who came was the one they had an appointment with, and there was no mistake.
So Mu Chunhua nodded slightly to Min Xuelou, then jumped down quietly from the other side and walked in from the other end of the alley.
Standing about ten steps away from the three strange people, Mu Chunhua smiled and said, "I am Min Xuelou. May I ask where your master is?"
This was a test - if the other party didn't know Min Xuelou, then he was 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, and she was alert without any concealment.
Then the middle-aged man spoke, but it was a clear female voice, saying: "My master said that Min Xuelou should be forty-six or forty-seven now. Even if he has the ability to maintain his youth, he can't look as young as you. Tell me, who are you?"
After hearing this, Mu Chunhua kept smiling, but she was confused and tense.
The first thing she didn't understand was how this woman had communicated with her master just now? Was it the legendary sound transmission?
But the method of transmitting secret sounds seems to be something that only innate masters can use, 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 know her - although twenty-seven or twenty-eight years had passed and her appearance had changed a lot, but if she was a fellow disciple from back then, how could she be unrecognizable at all?
As soon as these two doubts arose, she almost thought that the other party was a fake and a powerful enemy in the Innate Realm.
But then she realized that if the other party was really a strong enemy in the innate realm, he could capture her as soon as they met.
If the other party had sneaked into Wuji Dao with the intention of deceiving others, he should not have revealed the information that he had the strength of Xiantian Realm.
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, then don't hide and show yourself. Show yourself and I will be able to recognize you!"
At the same time, Min Xuelou, who was hiding under the eaves, gripped the hilt of the sword, stared at this side, ready to strike.
The yellow-faced middle-aged man frowned slightly, as if he was considering something, and soon spoke again: "In which year did you join the 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 some more irrelevant information.
"My master is the seventh true disciple of the founder, Su Yi. I became a disciple of Wuji Dao in the seventh year of Taikang, and it has been more than 31 years now. If you are sincere, you should answer my question just now, right?"
After saying this, Mu Chunhua stared at the other party to see how he would respond.
But the woman dressed as a middle-aged man with a yellow face asked the short-haired man to turn around and face his back to her.
Then, the other party lifted the black veil of the hat of the person being carried on his back, revealing his face.
As a martial artist of the eighth level of acquired martial arts and only ten steps away, Mu Chunhua could see the man's face clearly at a glance.
This is a man in his thirties, with sword-like eyebrows slanting 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 have never seen this person before, right? Why does he look so familiar?"
Mu Chunhua felt puzzled.
At this moment, the woman dressed as a middle-aged man with a yellow face showed the sword in her hand again, and flicked the sword guard with her thumb, and half of the ancient sword was exposed upwards.
"Master said, if you can't recognize him, then you should at least know his sword, right?"
'This man's sword?'
Mu Chunhua looked at the sword - it was an ancient sword with a restrained edge, and two strange words were engraved on the exposed half of the sword.
Seeing these two strange words, her pupils couldn't help but shrink.
Because these two words can be found in some important buildings of Wuji Dao and even on the cover of secret books, she, as a second-generation true disciple, also understands their meaning. Over there is: Wuji!
Wuji, ancient sword, and sword , these three keywords are linked together, and she finally remembered something very important.
At this moment, a sound of breaking air was heard, and a gray figure swooped down from above.
Mu Chunhua was suddenly awakened from her memory. She thought Min Xuelou was going to kill someone, so she screamed, "Don't!"
However, just as she shouted, Min Xuelou fell to his knees in front of the man who was being carried on his back, bowed down and wailed, "Ancestor..."
Before he could finish his words, tears began to fall and shattered.
