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Mu Xue led Lu Chu into the mansion and went straight to the martial arts training ground. Lu Chu looked at the two people who were sparring. The middle-aged man in black should be Feng Ming's grandfather.

"Dad." Mu Xue shouted directly.

Mu Zhengting looked in the direction of the sound and almost thought that his Taoist partner had given birth to twins.

"That's all for today. Go back and digest it." Mu Zhengting waved his hand to send away the junior who had just practiced with him, and walked a few steps to his daughter.

"Xue'er, who is this?"

In fact, he already had some guesses in his mind.

"My son, your grandson." Mu Xue said casually, without considering her old father's ability to bear it.

"As I recall, you are practicing the Way of Mercilessness, right?"

And Xue'er, you are a cultivator in the fusion stage, so you can have a child just by saying so?

This is the nth time that someone has asked this question. What happened to you, Wuqing Dao? Can't Wuqing Dao have descendants? You are discriminating. Mu Xue was not in a good mood.

"Didn't I split my soul and reincarnate more than 20 years ago? Tomorrow must have been at that time."

Mu Zhengting was suddenly moved. He wondered if he wanted to try splitting his soul with his Taoist partner. It would be really worth it to get a little girl in twenty years.

"Dad, don't think about it. It's impossible." No one knows a father better than his daughter. Mu Xue could tell what her father was thinking at a glance.

Looking at his cold and indifferent daughter who had never acted coquettishly with them, Mu Zhengting sighed regretfully. The higher the cultivation level of a cultivator, the harder it was for him to conceive children. They had tried so hard for so many years but only had this one child.

Of course he knew that the probability of this happening was extremely low. If this method worked, the number of reincarnated bodies of cultivators in the world would increase rapidly.

"Mu Xue, have you two forgotten me?" Lu Chu watched the loving father and filial son for a while and felt that he was a little redundant.

"How could I forget this? Child, I will follow your mother's lead and call you Ming'er. You have grown up so well." Mu Zhengting put on the grandfather filter and looked at Lu Chu with particularly loving eyes.

He originally thought that he would never have a grandson, as the bloodline would not be wrong, but he never expected that Xue'er would do something big in secret!

"Of course." Lu Chu agreed with what he said. If Feng Ming wasn't good-looking, he wouldn't be able to become his trading partner.

He suddenly asked, "If one day Feng Ming came to you with a bad reputation and a different appearance, would you sincerely accept him?"

In the plot line, when Feng Ming came to the Mu clan with his original appearance and the identity of an abandoned disciple of Qingyun Sect, he was kicked out before he even entered the door, and Mu Xue didn't even show up.

"Ming'er, what nonsense are you talking about! No matter what happens, you are my grandson, Mu Zhengting. If anyone dares to bully you, your grandfather will be the first one to not forgive him!"

"Really?" Lu Chu smiled in an ambiguous way, and did not dwell on the question any more. He looked at Mu Zhengting with sparkling eyes, "There is someone who bullies me right in front of me. I wonder if Grandfather can help your poor grandson teach her a lesson?"

Mu Zhengting was blinded by his grandson's sudden coquetry and agreed decisively, without realizing that there were only three of them in the training ground.

It was self-evident who the person who bullied Feng Ming was. Mu Xue touched her brows without looking at him. The emotional fluctuations she had experienced today were equal to those of the past few hundred years.

Lu Chu pointed at Mu Xue with a gloating look on his face and complained, "It's her!"

Mu Zhengting looked in the direction of his finger with a stiff expression, only to see his expressionless daughter, who smiled in a concealed manner.

"Ming'er, Grandpa is old and tired now. Let your mother take you around the house. We can talk about other things after I have rested."

As he spoke, fatigue became visibly evident on his face, and he turned and walked away without looking back.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to help his grandson, it’s just that his daughter looks too much like his father-in-law. Especially at certain moments, he always hallucinates that his father-in-law is standing in front of him and scolding him.

Lu Chu really didn’t expect Mu Zhengting to run so fast. Didn’t he agree to vent his anger for him?

"Your father is so unreliable. I even called him grandpa!" He couldn't help but complain to Mu Xue.

Mu Xue had long been accustomed to her father's behavior, and she comforted him halfheartedly: "Don't worry, your grandfather is still very reliable at other times."

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Mu Yunxuan was rejected by three sects in a row. He felt numb and his mind was empty. He went from being full of vigor and vitality to being at a loss.

"Junior Sister Su, do you think it's too late for us to go back to Qingyun Sect now?"

Su Wanqingmu sat on a stone at the side in a daze. When she heard his words, she laughed angrily and her tone was no longer gentle. "Senior Brother Mu, you'd better not have unrealistic dreams during the day!"

"Shut up!" Mu Yunxuan's face flushed red after being mocked by Su Wanqing in such a lukewarm way. He said without thinking, "Am I dreaming? How can you think you are any better than me?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wanqing rushed over and grabbed him by the clothes. The emotions that had been suppressed for some time were completely out of control.

"I followed you because I listened to you. If you hadn't instigated me, I would still be an inner disciple of Qingyun Sect. Although it's a bit harder, it's much better than being a casual cultivator!"

Mu Yunxuan fiercely brushed her hand away and slapped her in the face.

Severe pain exploded on her left cheek, and Su Wanqing's head tilted due to his force. After a while, she turned and looked at Mu Yunxuan in disbelief. From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time someone dared to hit her in the face like this.

You bastard, I call you senior brother and you really think you are a human being.

Tears instantly filled her eyes, her anger rose layer by layer, instantly igniting her heart, and wisps of spiritual power gradually gathered on her right hand which was hidden in her sleeve.

Mu Yunxuan looked at his right hand which was slowly becoming red and swollen, and felt a little regretful. He was too impulsive. No matter what, the woman in front of him was his only companion now.

But as for women, they can be easily coaxed with a few words. He is gifted and experienced in this area.

"Junior sister Su, I was impulsive, but I am doing this for your own good. Didn't you realize that you almost went crazy just now? If you are not satisfied, you can slap me back. I will never fight back."

Su Wanqing wanted to grind him to dust, but she pretended to be weak and looked at Mu Yunxuan with tears in her eyes, "Junior sister, you know that you are doing this for my own good. It was Wanqing who lost her composure earlier."

Go to hell, you lying bastard!

Mu Yunxuan breathed a sigh of relief and became more and more disdainful of Su Wanqing. He was caught off guard and a sharp blade formed by spiritual power instantly pierced his heart.

"How dare you..."

He had never taken the woman in front of him seriously, but he was completely defeated. The spiritual power that did not belong to him was raging in his body, and his dantian and meridians were completely destroyed.

"What am I afraid of?" Su Wanqing took advantage of Mu Yunxuan's breath and slapped him in the face several times. Looking at his red and swollen face, the anger in her heart finally dissipated a lot.

Being humiliated in such a way, Mu Yunxuan was so angry that he spat out several mouthfuls of blood. It seemed that he was about to die. The great fear of death enveloped him. He should not die here. He had not yet become an immortal!

"Master...sister, please...save...me...please..."

She remained unmoved, watching coldly as Mu Yunxuan lost all his life force. Then she dispersed the spiritual dagger that pierced his heart, wiped the blood off her hands on his clothes, and took away all the valuables on him.

Then a fire was set to burn all the bodies on the ground. Su Wanqing knew very well that one must uproot the evil at its roots, and she did not leave him any chance to revive.

This dead scumbag who only knows how to make big promises, if he hadn't still been useful, she wouldn't have tolerated him for so long, and he even dared to hit her! In the face!

Then she took out a teleportation talisman from her arms. Although she was very unwilling, this was her last resort.

A white light flashed, and Su Wanqing's figure disappeared from the spot.

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After Mu Xue's introduction, Lu Chu basically understood the current situation of the Mu family. The current patriarch is Mu Zhengting's elder brother Mu Zhengchen, who is also Mu Xue's uncle.

Mu Zhengchen has a son and a daughter, but neither of them are very talented. They are still stuck at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage and have been unable to break through to the Spirit Severing Stage.

Mu Xue is one of the strongest contenders for the position of Mu clan leader.

With this identity configuration, if Feng Ming had been picked up by his mother who arrived a little late, the story line of the male protagonist in the cool novel would have begun.

"My grandfather is here with me. You can leave if you have something to do. Remember to go to Qingyun Sect with me in seven days." He was about to chase them away. How could he go to pick fruits openly with Mu Xue following them?

Mu Xue hesitated for a moment. The maternal love that was budding in her heart had nowhere to go and she didn't want to leave this child in front of her, whom she felt she owed something.

However, Lu Chu's attitude was very firm, so she had to compromise. It would be bad to make the cub unhappy on the first day of recognition.

Lu Chu looked at Mu Xue's back as she left and made a gesture indicating that his plan had worked.

"The Phoenix is ​​coming!" calling the little spirit.

Call the little spirit over. He can be said to be the oldest in the Mu clan. As long as he agrees, he will have a legitimate reason to do so. It is not like he is taking it for granted.

And didn’t Fenglai say that he would give him all his brother’s things? He was just picking a few of his own fruits.

Feng Lai, who was playing with his brother, heard Lu Chu's call and disappeared from Mu Junyue's sight in an instant.

Looking at his brother who left without looking back and without hesitation, Mu Junyue now had only one feeling, that is, his heart was rumbling with sourness. The cub he had raised for thousands of years now belonged to someone else.

He could not think about it, he should go to Mu Xue to learn more about Feng Ming. He wondered if Feng Ming could accept the change of surname. It would not sound good if the Mu family's immortal weapon was in the hands of a person of another surname.

Oh, where is Lao Jiu? What about the question he asked him to ask? Did he forget it?

It seems that I haven't helped him to tighten his skin for a long time. Mu Zhengting admitted that he was angry, so what? Beat him if you can!

After a few breaths, Lu Chu saw the small spirit floating in the air.

"Feng Ming, what do you want from me?" Feng Lai excitedly turned around in the air a few times.

Lu Chu got straight to the point and said, "I've seen something here."

"Then go get it."

The prodigal son Feng Lai is very generous. In his opinion, as the owner of the Feng Lai Qin, he can get whatever he wants in the Mu family.

Lu Chu's eyes lit up. He was invited. "Then I won't be polite."

After saying that, he pulled Feng Lai and teleported directly into the "orchard" that he had taken a fancy to not long ago.

This "thin layer" of formation outside was useless to him, not much different from being made of paper.

"I seem to have seen these trees somewhere?" Feng Lai lazily lay on a horizontal branch, touched his head, and felt a little uneasy.

Lu Chu handed over a red fruit and said casually, "The trees all look similar, so it's normal that you are familiar with them. How about trying this fruit?"

Yes, Feng Lai subconsciously took it and took a bite. The smell of deliciousness emanated from his whole body, and he instantly forgot all about his previous thoughts. He held the fruit in both hands and ate without even raising his head.

Woohoo, he had never eaten such a fruit that made the instrument spirit feel so happy physically and mentally.

Lu Chu, who was observing secretly, nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that he had good taste. The red fruit tasted quite good, so he bit one with confidence.

After several times, Xiao Qiling has become a qualified taster, actively wandering around the "orchard" looking for new and delicious fruits, and then sharing them with Lu Chu.

Lu Chu expressed some praise for the proactive tool spirit, and Feng Lai became more motivated.

When Mu Junyue realized something was wrong and came over, he saw from afar that there were only a dozen unripe green fruits and a few tasteless ones hanging alone on the tree.

Looking at the almost green ninth-level fruit forest, Mu Junyue felt so heartbroken that he almost vomited blood.

"Feng Lai, my dear brother, what are you doing here?" A sinister voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the little spirit who was taking a nap after eating and drinking.

Danger! Feng Lai was frightened, opened his eyes with a whoosh, and instinctively hid behind Lu Chu, sticking his head out to look around.

"Brother, why is it you?"

Mu Junyue's face was dark, and he glared at Feng Lai with resentment, "If I hadn't come, you would have eaten all these ninth-level spiritual fruits that have finally matured."

Feng Lai shrank his neck guiltily and glanced at Lu Chu secretly. Seeing that he looked like he was enjoying the show, he could only bite the bullet and say, "This is Feng Ming's first time to the Mu family. As your brother, I have to give him a little gift."

A meeting gift? You are so generous, why don't you give yourself away? I was so angry that I forgot that Feng Laiqin had already been given away by this prodigal son!

Forget it, forget it. Things have come to this point and there is no point in saying anything. The two offenders are one of his ancestor's magic weapon and a young man whose depth even he cannot see through. What else can he do except forgive them?

Fortunately, we only picked some fruits and did not damage the trees. They will recover after being nurtured with spiritual energy for a few hundred years.

"Now both of you get out! Don't come back in without my permission!"

Lu Chu didn't expect Feng Lai to be let go so easily. He thought he would see the spirit of the weapon with tears in its eyes. He was very disappointed in you, Mu Junyue.