My Martial Arts Can Cultivate By Myself

Chapter 203 Alchemy Can’t Save Da Yue Country

When Yang Yi said so, Mu Yanjing remembered everything.

When I was little, there was such a little guy who kept playing with her ass.

But I didn’t expect that it was precisely this little attendant who reported my puppy love.

Immediately he looked at Yang Yi stubbornly, and said word by word: “So it’s your kid!”

Yang Yi smiled awkwardly.

He originally wanted to ease the atmosphere, but he didn’t expect to attract Mu Yanjing’s hatred.

But this kind of hatred didn’t last long. Mu Yanjing’s crooked eyebrows stretched out and said lightly, “Forget it, it’s all from childhood, so I won’t care about you.”

“Thank you Yanjing Big sis for magnanimity.”

Yang Yi said pretendingly.

“Looking at you, these years have gone well.”

Mu Yanjing ignored Yang Yi’s ridicule, but looked at the man in front of him who was already half a head taller than him, thinking that at the beginning, the boy was still following behind him timidly.

In addition to the changes in appearance, what surprised Mu Yanjing most was that she actually noticed a remarkable fluctuation in strength from Yang Yi!

Although she couldn’t directly assert Realm, the introverted aura gave her a trace of fear.

“It’s okay, I have been practicing in Qixia Sect for these years.”

Yang Yi naturally noticed the surprise of the other party, so he explained with a smile.

“It turned out to be so.”

Muyan Scenic Spot nodded, but didn’t care.

Although the Yang family has never made a Martial Dao strong, this does not mean that he will never make it.

She has been outside all these years and has experienced a lot, so many things are very open.

In any case, Mu Yanjing was happy to see her childhood playmate and smiled faintly.

The atmosphere in the courtyard finally eased.

Upon seeing this, Yang Yongning whispered to Mu Zongchang about the purpose of this trip.

The tea fight conference is coming soon, if this matter is not resolved, it is very likely that the Han family’s Tao will be in effect.

“Are you sure?” Mu Zongchang looked suspiciously.

“There is certainty, in short, it must be investigated clearly.”

Yang Yongning did not move Yang Yi out. He can trust his son unconditionally, but for outsiders, this reason is obviously insufficient, so it is better not to mention it.

After hearing this, Mu Zongchang thought for a moment, and finally nodded.

Anyway, those tea masters are from the Yang family, and now Yang Yongning wants to investigate, he certainly has no reason to refuse.

So I immediately asked people to confirm who was out of Mu’s house last night…

…

Yang Yi didn’t care about the follow-up investigation.

Yang Yongning and Mu Zongchang would do this kind of thing more professionally than him.

He and Mu Yanjing wandered around in this big Mu Mansion. Although the two of them had a good relationship when they were young, they have grown up now, and it is inevitable that they are unfamiliar.

Moreover, Mu Yanjing didn’t seem to get out of the emotion of arguing with her father just now.

Therefore, the atmosphere on this road is somewhat dull.

Yang Yi looked at the clear water in the pool and said, “I heard that sister, you have been in Yaozhou all these years?”

Mu Yanjing nodded lightly and said, “Yes, I originally went to Dangu over there to learn Alchemy, but after a blunder, I focused on martial arts.”

Yang Yi smiled sorrowfully after hearing the words, “No wonder your father is so angry.”

After a pause, he was also curious.

The former Mu Yanjing was quite talented in pill refining.

Because of this, Mu Zongchang sent Mu Yanjing to Dangu for further training.

Why did you give up in the end?

“You must be curious, why did I finally give up Alchemy?”

Mu Yanjing suddenly turned his head and looked over, as if reading Yang Yi’s mind.

“…”

Yang Yi didn’t know what to say for a while.

“Hey!”

Mu Yanjing’s eyes drooped slightly, and she asked and replied: “Because Alchemy can’t save the Great Yue Kingdom.”

At this moment, she looked at the carp swimming in the pool, and she was inexplicably worried about the country and the people.

“…”

Yang Yi was speechless.

How could this have something to do with the Great Vietnam?

In his memory, Mu Yanjing was not such an image.

“Are you deceived by someone?”

Yang Yi had weird eyes.

Mu Yanjing shook his head silently.

Obviously, I don’t want to say more about this.

Now Yang Yi can finally understand Mu Zongchang’s mood.

The daughter who hasn’t seen her for many years secretly changed her profession. After returning, she is still mysterious. Which of these fathers can bear?

But Yang Yi is not Mu Zongchang after all.

And the relationship with Mu Yanjing is limited to such a childhood memory.

So he didn’t get to the bottom.

However, the impression of Yaozhou in my heart is a little more mysterious.

When Yang Yi was about to leave from Mu Mansion, the investigation was not over yet.

So instead of waiting for Yang Yongning, he left Mu Mansion alone and walked on the street back to Yang’s old house.

Recently, Baisha City is bustling and bustling.

Pedestrians on the street are standing next to each other, the shops on both sides are open, and business is booming.

In response to the seemingly lack of strength in the flow of people, Yang Yi showed a faint smile.

With the frequent occurrence of natural and man-made disasters in all parts of Qingzhou, the comfort here seems precious.

boom!

Passing by a restaurant.

A cup suddenly fell in front of Yang Yi.

This movement caught the attention of passers-by, but it also quickly left irrelevant.

Yang Yi was holding the knife, frowned slightly, and looked up, and found that at the railing upstairs, Han Mu and a few people were looking towards this side with a smile.

“Yeah, this is not…”

There was a sarcasm on Han Mu’s face.

Just about to speak pretentiously, Yang Yi didn’t expect Yang Yi to turn a deaf ear to him and leave.

His face instantly became gloomy.

How could he think that Yang Yi was so calm?

“Ha, the Young Master of the Yang Family, he used to be stunned. He must have been afraid of Brother Han at this moment, so he hurriedly left.”

“It’s a pole, it’s a pole.”

The younger brothers next to him all agreed and smiled.

Han Mu grinned, the anger in his heart gradually subsided…

After Yang Yi left the restaurant for a certain distance, he suddenly stopped walking back home, turned his head around, and walked in another less crowded direction.

Although Baisha City is lively, the flow of people is mainly concentrated in several central districts.

Surrounding old districts like Shiqiaofang have messy layouts, old houses, and usually not many outsiders. In addition, many people go out to join in the fun during this period, resulting in many areas being extremely deserted.

Time passed slowly.

It was already evening when Han Mu and a few friends left after the gathering.

The warm sunset hung to the west, and flame-like rays of light slanted over.

Han Mu lifted the curtain and looked out. At this time, the coachman was driving the carriage leisurely. The mud-yellow pavement was a little potholes. On both sides were old black houses. On the edges of the house, you could see withered yellow debris everywhere. The grass…the surroundings are very quiet, except for the sound of the wheels turning.

Nothing to look good, Han Mu lowered the curtain and lay one hand comfortably on the soft pillow.

To be honest, he disliked the gathering just now. The few people on the table claimed to be the young masters of Baisha City, but in fact, the strongest were only gathered in the Ding Realm…

Han Mu shook his head and sighed.

He comes from the imperial capital and has seen the world, so he naturally thinks these people are stupid and unknowing.

Fortunately, this kind of boring party is finally over.

He closed his eyes, wanted to take a nap, crossed a bridge in front of him, and arrived at Han Mansion.

But at this time, a hot black shadow quickly fell from the sky, and with a bang, the area where the carriage was smashed into a sinkhole!

The horse raised its hoof, and then ran away. The coachman fell off the carriage and turned his head before he was shocked. There was no sound in the pothole, and there was gurgling blood flowing out of a pool of mud…