When Mu Yang finished speaking, he stood up and bowed to the curtain call, everyone couldn't help but applaud Mu Yang. If you don't say anything else, this storytelling skills are really not something to be covered.

Mu Yang kept swaying his arms, "Thank you for supporting me, I will definitely work harder in the future! I would like to thank Luoyuegu for providing me with this stage. Thank you... I'm sorry to play the show."

"Hahaha."

Everyone burst into laughter, and even Qin Yun couldn't help laughing. He seemed to understand a little bit why Mu Yang wanted the Valley Master and the Elder to like it.

Just when everyone was in harmony, Ma Yuqi suddenly asked in a low voice: "Why are all of us different time?"

Qing'er pulled her hair behind her ear and explained: "That's because in the Nine Heavens Illusion Dream Formation, each of you has an independent and fictional illusion. Therefore, the judgment of the flow rate of time is just a spiritual feeling imposed on your mind. The timeline in each illusion is different. In fact, it has only been three hours in total since you entered the illusion array."

Everyone's laughter stopped and they were stunned. It was so possible that they kept worrying in the illusion that others had passed the test long ago. It turned out that half a day had just passed.

Mu Yang wondered several times whether he was going to be trapped in the illusion and could never get out. The longer he stayed, the easier it was to think randomly.

However, Mu Yang suddenly seemed to think of something, looked at the sun that was about to set in the sky, and exclaimed: "It's bad! I almost forgot! Sister Qing'er, let's go quickly!"

Without waiting for Qing'er to reply, Mu Yang pulled her and ran to the south, leaving eleven disciples looking at the rolled dust with a confused look on his face, at a loss.

Ma Yuqi covered his mouth, like a child who did the wrong thing, quietly asked the people around him: "Did I say something wrong? Why did they run away?"

"I don't know."

"Wait, did Sister Qing'er not tell us where the hall is?"

"It seems, then how can we go tomorrow? If the elders put the pigeons, will we be cold? Should we go to explore tonight?"

"It's okay, didn't Mu Yang visit Luoyue Valley in the illusion? He must know where he is. We'll just follow him tomorrow."

......

Qing'er was also confused by Mu Yang, broke free from Mu Yang's hand and ran away: "What's wrong with you? Why are you pulling me?"

"Oh, you forgot. Didn't I tell the old man last night that I'll cook today's supper! I also said I wanted to make roast duck, and Ayue said she wanted to eat Babao wild duck. You go to the old man and tell him that it will start later and help me cook a pot of rice. I'll go to Nanshan to catch a few ducks."

Qing'er gradually stopped and watched Mu Yang Juechen leave, tilted her head and wondered: Who is A Yue?

If Mu Yang hadn't mentioned it, she would have forgotten what happened yesterday.

Mu Yang is now racing against time and even using multi-functional audio. He just wants to make this meal as soon as possible.

Nanshan is located directly south of Luoyue Valley, with some poultry raised on it, and occasionally disciples will come to feed it. Basically, whoever wants to eat it will catch it, which is full of the feeling of pastoral and rural areas.

This is what Mu Yang only learned in the illusion.

Brother Dog asked excitedly, "Are you going to make roast duck again?"

"Well, I'll catch a few more, let's prepare some inventory."

Just as Mu Yang was rushing to the road, he saw someone taking pictures by the river with a talisman.

The man also felt someone approaching, so he calmly put away the spirit talisman and turned to look over.

"Muyang! It's you!"

"Little Tiantian?" Mu Yang encountered Shuotian, who was bored and wandering around. After leaving the martial arts venue, he had been wandering around.

For Shuotian, he just didn’t see Mu Yang for most of the day, but for Mu Yang, it took half a month!

"My little day! I miss you so much, come and hug one."

But Shuotian pushed Mu Yang away with disgust, "You have so much dust on you. Are you finished the selection? What's the result?"

"What a genius am I? How difficult is the mere selection to me? Of course, I crushed the others and passed it successfully."

Shuotian looked at Mu Yang up and down, his eyes full of disbelief, but Mu Yang's personality was like this, Shuotian didn't delve into it. It had nothing to do with him anyway, "What are you doing in such a hurry?"

"Oh by the way, I almost delayed it after you interrupted. Hurry up, I'll take you to Nanshan and let's catch ducks."

Shuotian remembered that he seemed to say that he wanted to make roast duck last night, so he immediately grabbed Mu Yang's shoulder and said, "How to get to Nanshan."

"Just go south all the way."

call out!

Mu Yang felt dizzy and moved his body and changed his position. He had already reached the foot of Nanshan Mountain. When Shuotian let go of him, Mu Yang almost fell down, "I said, do you masters like this fast?"

"Didn't you say you should hurry up?"

Mu Yang leaned on Shuotian for a while before finally recovering.

When they climbed the mountain, they saw a large pond, shimmering in the sunset, and there were many ducks swimming on the water, in groups of three or five. The ducks all had golden heads, shiny eyes, and a circle of gray-white feathers on their necks, just like each wild duck wearing a string of pearl collars.

Some of them were floating leisurely on the water and combing their feathers. A few of them plunged into the water, leaving only two reddish-brown flippers fluttering around.

Mu Yang showed joy on his face, rolled up his trousers and was about to go into the water to catch him, but was pulled by Shuotian.

"Just just catch a duck, there is no need to be so hard."

Shuotian pointed like a sword, and silver light shot out, puff puff puff... In the blink of an eye, ten ducks were pierced through their bodies. Shuotian waved his hand and led them to them, and all the ten ducks were sucked over and landed at Mu Yang's feet.

Mu Yang put down his trousers in embarrassment and said embarrassedly: "Yes, it's useless to have spiritual power. Let's go back to the old man's residence."

After putting all the ducks at his feet into the storage bag, Shuotian grabbed Mu Yang again, and in just a few breaths, he arrived in the bamboo forest.

Mu Yang swore that when his strength exceeds Shuotian, he must catch him too and let him enjoy this feeling of being as fast as the wind.

"You go and cook first. I'll come with Brother Seven when the time is almost over." Shuotian only sent Mu Yang to the door and left by himself.

Mu Yang ran into the yard with his forehead and seemed to be not here. There was only some movement in the kitchen. Mu Yang slipped into the kitchen directly.

"Sister Qing'er, I'm back."

Qing'er just covered the pot and wiped the water from her hands, "So quickly."

"Have Ayue not here yet?"

Qing'er frowned and asked, "Are you asking... Miss?"

"yes."

"Miss has gone to make medicine. You are also amazing. You dare to call Miss like this, but you haven't been beaten to death yet."

Mu Yang laughed and took the ducks out of the storage bag one by one, "Is there any boiling water? Let's deal with the duck."
Chapter completed!