Chapter 907 — Severing the Root
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
" Shen Mu straightened up, feeling somewhat dizzy, and smiled.
"If I stay in Jingping, the Heavenly Court will fix its gaze on this place, and what it watches is not Jingping but me, Mu Tianzun. As Imperial Preceptor of Jingping, if I roam about, Jingping will instead have a chance and time to breathe.
Say no more.
" Si Yunxiang looked at Ling Yuxiu, whose expression was complicated. "When the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping leaves the capital, when will he return? " Shen Mu said, "When I return, I will come find you all. As for when that will be, I have no plan at present. " "How about returning on this day next year?
" Ling Yuxiu gazed at him and said softly, "I know your health is poor.
Come back at this time next year—let me know you are still alive. " Shen Mu laughed heartily and nodded firmly. "On this day next year, I will return! " He turned and walked out. Reaching the palace gate, he roused the Dragon Qilin, and together they headed for the Imperial Preceptor's residence.
"Is the Sect Master's condition dangerous? " Wang Muran asked quietly, watching him recede into the distance. "He has no soul left. " Yuchenzi said in a low voice, "I have never seen anyone survive without a soul.
" "The Sect Master is not going to hide alone in some corner and die in silence, is he? " Si Yunxiang was suddenly anxious, and her eyes reddened despite herself.
She said in a low voice, "I fear he worries that we would grieve, and so will hide himself away and gradually die. Even if his corpse were found, no one would know he was Mu Tianzun, Sect Master Shen, the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping.
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. " Ling Yuxiu shook her head.
"He will return.
On this day one year from now, he will meet us here again! " In the capital there were two residences of the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping: one was the former Imperial Preceptor Jiang Baigui's residence, and the other was Shen Mu's villa here, in which stood a Primeval Tree, lush and verdant.
Shen Mu came beneath the Primeval Tree and stroked its trunk.
Suddenly, Gongsun Yan, in a green dress, came around from behind the tree carrying a small watering pot, and smiled.
"Little Brother, you are back?
Yan'er, your young master has returned!
" From a nest in the canopy, Yan'er poked her head out, and then a plump blue sparrow flew down and perched on Shen Mu's shoulder, laughing. "The nest here is so comfortable I do not even want to get up. Young Master, are you planning to go out? " Shen Mu nodded and smiled.
"Sister Yan'er, since the nest here is comfortable, you may as well stay, and you can look after Jingping as well. " Yan'er hesitated, then shook her head.
"Her Highness told me to follow you; I cannot stay. Besides, Yan'er is even better at caring for others than I am—she has waited on me so well. That phoenix nest has everything; she prepared all kinds of fruit for me, and even worms to eat!
I have never met anyone as thoughtful as me—I have gotten fat. " The Dragon Qilin poked its head out from behind Shen Mu and was about to speak, but the round blue sparrow glared at him and said fiercely, "Dragon Fatty, shut up! " The Dragon Qilin did not dare speak.
Gongsun Yan said awkwardly, "I would also like to go out with you all, only I have taken root here. . .
" Shen Mu smiled gently. "Then stay here.
This is my root as well. I will come back. "