Chapter 1733 1734 Is Really Poor

"Sir, it is Lord Sikong who is back!" There were cheers of joy from the broken city wall, the city gate opened, and several middle-aged men in shabby clothes came up.

"Big Brother Yan, Big Brother Qi." Sikong Qinglan jumped out of the carriage and shouted kindly to the two of them.

Seeing this, Mu Hanyan also got off the carriage.

"Master Sikong, who is this?" Seeing Mu Hanyan, several men were slightly startled.

"This is Mr. Mu Hanyan, these two are my friends, Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming, they are both citizens of Huayu City." Sikong Qinglan introduced. Huayu City is obviously the dilapidated town in front of you.

"I've seen Master Mu!" The two men saluted immediately.

"Big Brother Yan, Big Brother Qi doesn't need to be more polite," Mu Hanyan said in return.

It was only then that she realized that the two of them were in their thirties at most, but their faces were weathered and shabby, and they looked much older than their real age.

"Sir, don't be too polite, we are actually the followers of Lord Sikong." Seeing Mu Hanyan returning the courtesy, the two of them were overwhelmed and quickly gave in.

Just like the followers of the Holy Court Continent, some of the followers of the temple priests admire the strength of the priests and follow them around, while others are only guards or servants. It was the latter, but when she was in the Holy Court Continent, Mu Hanyan never regarded Hua Yuezi Rong as a servant, but as a friend or even a relative. Naturally, she would not despise Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming, and she was still polite. The ceremony is over.

Seeing Mu Hanyan's indifferent smile, the kindness and calmness without the slightest pretence, the two of Yan Qi immediately became very fond of him.

"Sir, the left and right priests have been waiting for a long time." Yan Qingshan said to Sikong Qinglan.

"Oh." Sikong Qinglan responded with a look of embarrassment, but quickly regained his strength and said, "Let's go, don't keep them waiting."

Under the leadership of Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming, Mu Hanyan walked into Huayu City.

If Mu Hanyan's heart was only half cold when she saw Huayu City's decline from a distance before, then after entering the city, her heart was completely cold.

Dilapidated towers, dilapidated houses, and deserted streets, this Huayu City feels even more desolate than many ancient ruins. After all, the ancient ruins were protected by the forbidden barrier, and this Flower Rain City, Mu Hanyan found out as soon as he entered the city, the barrier's power was pitifully weak, and the cold wind was almost not much different from that in the wasteland.

It was not until it gradually approached the temple that the power of the enchantment gradually became stronger, and the wind on his face finally felt less blunt and biting. Obviously, the Huayu Temple, which was abandoned by the gods, was no longer able to support the enchantment of Huayu City, and it could only be maintained near the temple.

At this time, it was the evening, and the smoke of the cooking wafted from the rows of houses near the temple. It seemed that they should be the people who stayed in Huayu City, but there were no more than a few dozen households at most.

Hearing the sound of the carriage coming, many people opened the door curiously and looked over.

Seeing these people, Mu Hanyan's heart became even colder. All of them were tattered and disheveled, and it seemed that their lives were worse than those of the Mu clan, and they were better than those refugees who had no fixed place to live.

No wonder Ye Yi'an was hesitant about Sikong Qinggang's invitation earlier, and he didn't even mention it to her before. The days of this Huayu Temple are not very easy.

Huayu City is not big, and soon, a group of people came to the Huayu Temple in the center of the city.

The two women in sacrificial robes also greeted Sikong Qinglan when they saw him.

"Master Sikong is back, it's been hard work all the way." A woman said reservedly.

This woman is about twenty-one or two years old, with a beautiful appearance. Although the sacrificial robes on her body are also a bit old, she is neatly tidied up, giving people a sense of coldness and, of course, a bit of arrogance as a priest.

"Master An is very polite, this is my duty." Sikong Qinglan said politely.

"Senior Brother Qinglan, when you went to Tianfeng City this time, those old guys didn't make things difficult for you, right?" Another woman asked with big black eyes.

She seems to be a little younger than the other woman, but with a baby face and two small dimples when she smiles, she looks lively and lively.

"It's okay." Sikong Qinglan said vaguely.

"Fengcheng Temple agreed to our request?" The baby-faced priest's eyes lit up and he asked happily, but he didn't see the helplessness in Sikong Qinglan's eyes.

The surrounding young people in priestly robes also looked at Sikong Qinglan with anticipation, and all the commoners looked the same way.

"I'll tell you more about the Fengcheng Temple later. Let me introduce you first. This is Mr. Mu Hanyanmu, this is Mr. An Xiaxin, the left priest of our Huayu Temple, and this is the right priest. Lord Shen Yuhe." Sikong Qinglan felt ashamed, and did not say much in front of so many people, so he first introduced them to each other's identities.

"I have seen Master An, Master Shen." Mu Hanyan bowed and said.

The priests on the left and right were all girls in their twenties, and most of the young priests around were women. Mu Hanyan knew why Sikong Qinglan was always so shy.

"Mr. Mu is very polite. I didn't expect you to come in person. Our Huayu Temple is really full of brilliance." An Xiaxin finally had a smile on her icy face. Although it was squeezed out, it seemed Still more friendly.

But... wait, what does it mean to come in person, and why is it so flamboyant? Did she misunderstand something.

"Master Mu, the Fengcheng Temple and our Huayu Temple are thousands of miles apart. It's hard work on the road. Come in and sit down." .

Hearing Shen Yuhe's words, Mu Hanyan immediately reacted. They regarded themselves as people from Fengcheng Temple. It's no wonder that Sikong Qinglan went to Tianfeng City to ask for help, and he came back with him. He was vague just now. To be clear, he was still very polite to himself, and it was strange that the two priests on the left and right did not misunderstand.

"You misunderstood, I am not the priest of Fengcheng Temple." Mu Hanyan quickly explained.

"What?" An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe were startled at the same time, then looked at Sikong Qinglan.

"The Fengcheng Temple rejected our request. The request was the same as the other temples. This Master Mu came to our Huayu Temple to participate in the priest assessment." Sikong Qinglan glanced at everyone helplessly and said.

Hearing his words, everyone showed disappointment, no, not only disappointment, but even despair.

Of course Mu Hanyan knew that her desperation was definitely not because she came to Huayu Temple to participate in the assessment, but because of Fengcheng Temple's rejection. Although she didn't know what Sikong Qinglan asked Fengcheng Temple to do, she only looked at the ruined Huayu City. She also knew that without the support of other shrines, this shrine probably wouldn't last long.