Grandma Tianji didn't seem to care about it at first, but as she looked, her expression suddenly changed.

He didn't care about the support of the maids beside him, and stood up in a hurry, as if he was running, and came all the way to Wang Junyuan.

"This is...this is...this is the true energy of "The Legend of Silkworms"!"

Grandma Tianji exclaimed, as if she had seen the most unforgettable thing in the world.

Zhao Rui and Murong Chunyu were shocked. Since they left Shaolin Temple, they had never heard the three words "The Legend of Silkworms".

But how could I have thought that I would hear about "The Legend of Silkworms" at Grandma Tianji in Cuiliu Villa.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Rui quickly turned his head and looked at Murong Chunyu.

Murong Chunyu shook her head quickly to show that she was not aware of it.

Murong Chunyu and Zhao Rui were both in their hearts. Wang Junyuan was indeed present when Master Shi Lin was dying and listened to Master Shi Lin recite the "Silk of Heavenly Silkworms" with his own ears.

However, this child is so young and does not seem to have any martial arts skills. It is impossible to say that this child is eager to practice martial arts. After rushing to the inn, he started to practice urgently, right?

Even if I was so anxious and practiced, it would not be like this.

Could it be that a person who had not had much skill the day before could reach the level of being possessed of the true energy after a night?

It seems that this doesn't make sense anyway.

Grandma Tianji ordered everyone to retreat, leaving only Murong Chunyu and Wanyu.

Since everyone was thinking about Wang Junyuan's life, they all quickly withdrew, and Zhao Rui followed everyone out.

After walking out, the door of the maid suddenly closed with force. Even a trace of sound could not be heard inside.

Zhao Rui and Wan Yu's disciples stood in front of the door, and reflected through the door, seeing that the Grandma Tianji's palms were tightly pressed against Wang Junyuan's body, as if it was just a matter of a blink of an eye.

The smoke was shrouded in the palms of Grandma Tianji, and Wang Junyuan seemed to be moving his limbs.

Zhao Rui sighed softly, looked at a disciple and said, "It's late at night, and it's so hard for the Lord of Sect Wan to work so hard. Your Master Murong and I are very sorry."

The man hurriedly said, "Your Highness, King Zhao, don't say that. The child is so young and looks like a person with a miserable life."

"Does we adults not care about this? If we don't care about this child, we can live in vain!"

Another person said, "Yes, that's right! This child must be safe and sound. Sure enough, there is a big deal, which is a pity for life."

Zhao Rui could see that these disciples of the Five Spirit Sect are actually people with good thoughts. Not to mention the heart of the Bodhisattva, no one is a real bad person anyway.

These people did all the evil things under the leadership of Wang Qiuxue, and Wang Qiuxue's death was really justified.

To be honest, if Wang Qiuxue didn't die, it would be a big strange thing on earth.

At this time, the night was getting deeper. Zhao Rui stood in the yard. Suddenly, a peach blossom floated over from a distance and flew in front of him.
Chapter completed!