Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

Taking deep breaths one by one, Mu Yan became more and more calm.

She focused her entire body on the center of her eyebrows and the tip of her nose, which was the way her master taught her to practice her inner strength.

I don't know how long it has passed, the coercion rolling in from all directions suddenly disappeared.

Wan Muyan couldn't help but lose some strength, staggered a step, half-kneeled forward and fell down.

Up and down the whole body, there was an alternation of hot and cold, and the Qi channels seemed to be going up and down without stopping.

Due to the sore muscles all over her body, Mu Yan could not stop trembling slightly.

The black-robed Taoist nodded slightly: "It's interesting."

Wan Muyan gritted her teeth, maintaining her composure and basic decency: "What do you mean?"

"You... have spiritual power."

Muyan breathed a sigh of relief.

To survive in such a world, having spiritual power is a prerequisite for gaining respect.

"Besides, you have dual spiritual powers. A Taoist and a doctor."

"Oh..." Mu Yan was a little dazed, "It means that I can cultivate and heal others?"

"Yes. But...little girl, you don't seem to know the meaning of dual spiritual power."

Mu Yan really didn't know.

Her cognition of the world comes entirely from the original owner of the seven-year-old body.

The original owner is just a seven-year-old girl from a remote village, so her knowledge is naturally limited.

"I... really don't know. My parents are farmers, so they don't know anything about cultivation."

"What?" The black-robed old man sat up straight, and finally, a beam of light fell on his face, and Mu Yan could barely see the man's face clearly, with a thick mustache, deep eye sockets, and pointed hooks. With a raised nose, she really looks like a... witch.

The old Taoist in black robe was a little unbelievable: "You mean, you were born in a village? Neither of your parents are Taoists?"

Wan Muyan shook her head: "No."

"Then why are you here?"

"My father thinks I'm a girl, he just thinks it's a loser. He sold me to a merchant, and the merchant brought me to Yunji City."

The black-robed Taoist took off his hat, moved closer to Wan Muyan's face, and sized him up carefully.

"The little girl was born beautiful. It's just ordinary human traffickers, how could they send a mountain girl to the Lingling Palace?"

"Today he sold me in Fangshi. I said, I will see a doctor. People don't believe me, let me prove my strength. I cured a third-level Taoist of Cheng, and his level jumped to five levels in one day. , was promoted to Cheng Qi Daoist. The merchant thought that I had a better place to go, so he brought me to Qi Ling Temple."

After saying this, Wan Muyan realized that such logical and concise words should not come from the mouth of a seven-year-old child.

The old man in black robe stared at Mu Yan, his eyes were full of light.

"So, the merchant is still waiting for you outside?"

"Correct."

"Come on, I'll go out with you."

Wan Muyan was stunned for a while: "Okay."

Although she didn't know what the black-robed Taoist master was going to do, Mu Yan could feel the kindness of the black-robed Taoist master through this brief conversation.

The two walked to the door of Qiling Temple together, and the black-robed Taoist priest opened the door and stepped out.

The merchants at the door were waiting for the evening mist to come out, but they never thought that when the door opened, they would see the black-robed Taoist priest.

The merchant was startled, and immediately knelt down on one knee: "The junior pays homage to Master Kuchan."

In the world of cultivation, strength is the absolute right to speak.

Merchants are no more than blue-level Taoist masters, so how dare they be rude to white-level Taoist masters.