Mu Yu subconsciously felt that his gesture meant happiness and joy, but what was he happy about? The logic between human and dragon was somewhat different.

On the second day, Mu Yu descended the mountain at daybreak and returned to the Little Bamboo House, leaving only Mrs. Zhang to take care of Qingfeng Daoist.

"After all that has happened, he is no longer suitable to stay here."

Before he left, he thanked the Taoist priest for sheltering and protecting him. The priest had just awoken and was sitting on a chair, looking much more haggard than before. He didn't practice Tai Chi and had lost his former luster, appearing as an ordinary old man at that moment.

The Daoist's gaze was gentle and kind. Perhaps he had thought a lot after waking up last night, but it was unclear how much he had figured out. There was no longer that fighting spirit in his eyes, and he was ultimately... getting old.

The Taoist raised his hand and threw the square seal to him. At that moment when the seal left his hand, he smiled and his eyes glistened with a new light. "I have been accompanied by this seal for fifty or sixty years. Mu Yu, I see that you have a connection with it. Today, I present it to you and hope that you will come to visit me in your leisure time. Let me also share in your good fortune."

Mu Yu carefully held the square seal in his hand, feeling its immense weight. He thanked the Daoist and turned to leave, but heard the Daoist speak in a low voice: "When Jiao Hun voluntarily enters, you can seal him inside. Whether or not he can come out will be within your control."

Mu Yu paused for a moment, murmured a low response, and then promptly left the Taoist temple without stopping.

Mu Yu returned to the bamboo house and spent several relaxing days. However, every night Teng Yi would sit at his bedside or by the window. Mu Yu knew that Teng Yi wanted to chat with him, but he remained silent and did not disturb him while sleeping.

Night after night, Teng Yi just looked at him, his gaze tightly glued to him. But Mu Yu felt that Teng Yi would eventually get tired of looking at him, and when he did, he would naturally leave.

"The mid-summer has passed, and now it is approaching late summer."

In June, the hot weather caused people to sweat profusely. However, Mu Yu, who was in the cool bamboo forest, did not feel too hot. She only felt that there were an unusually high number of snakes, insects, mice, and ants around her.

"After going through what happened before, he gained some courage to explore the outside world."

After agonizing over it for two days, he finally made a decision and informed Zhang Erniang. He began packing up his things, and retrieved all the money his parents had left him before they passed away. He sprinkled some snake-repellent powder around the bamboo house as a precautionary measure.

"He will leave here tomorrow and go to the city to take a look. Even if he can't find a stable job in the city and won't stay for long, it's still good for him to broaden his horizons."

He set a goal for himself to stay in the city for a couple of months, no matter whether it was washing dishes or doing menial jobs.

As night fell, Mu Yu neatly folded her clothes, and a black mist slowly appeared around her.

"Where are you going?"

Without looking back, Mu Yu said, "Let's go take a look in the city."

"We will go together."

Mu Yu carefully wrapped the square seal layer by layer with a piece of cloth and said calmly, "As you wish."

"The next day at noon."

Muyu braved the scorching sun and hopped onto the truck headed to the city. In fact, the truck was just a dilapidated vehicle that had been running for decades. It rattled loudly as it started moving, causing Muyu to worry that it might fall apart halfway through the trip. However, looking at the confident expression of the driver, he seemed to be very assured of the truck.

"A hot gust of wind blew over, bringing not a trace of coolness but instead a face full of dust."

Mu Yu quickly shrank back into the car.

The driver glanced at him and said, "Hey, young man, where are you from? I've been driving for over a decade and I've never seen you before."

"The windshield of the truck was shattered into pieces and couldn't block the dust. Mu Yu had to cover her mouth and nose with her hands and shouted loudly, 'Wo Long Village! Master, where are you from?'"

"Me? I'm from the village next to Xinghuang Village. Why do you look unfamiliar to me, from Wolong Village? Haven't you ridden in my car before?"

Muyu listened to the sound of the cargo box rattling and her expression became somewhat complicated. She felt a little uncomfortable and said, "It seems like this is my first time riding in a car..."

The mentor smiled and said, "First time taking a ride? Then you must hold on tight. This mountain road is uneven and bumpy like something or other. Once we pass through the town, the road will get much smoother."

After another two hours of driving, the taxi driver abruptly dropped Mu Yu off at the gate of the city as if unloading a shipment. He even insisted on not accepting any payment for the ride, which left Mu Yu feeling a bit embarrassed for getting a free ride.

At the city gate, there were constantly many vehicles coming and going. In this era, these cars were considered rare gadgets that were not found in the village. Mu Yu found himself in a completely unfamiliar place, or rather, a place that didn't fit him at all, so he couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness and unease.

Mu Yu, carrying a bag on his back, took a while to step into the city. Many people passed by him with varied expressions and appearances, some dressed in finery while others looked disheveled.

Mu Yu was not familiar with this place, so he could only follow the main road and look at the signs along the way. He planned to become more familiar with the city before doing anything else.

"He walked for one or two hours, and as the number of people around him increased, he estimated that he was getting close to the center of the city."

On the cool and shady side of the road, there were several small road stalls selling fruits, tea, and noodles in succession. Mu Yu bypassed those stalls and was about to find a place to sit for a while when he saw an old man in a neat blue Zhongshan suit who looked about sixty years old sitting there and looking up at him.

Mù Yù politely asked, "Sir, may I sit here?"

The old man knocked on the tobacco pipe in his hand and said, "It's okay, please have a seat."

Upon receiving the response, Mu Yu sat down and wiped off the sweat from his forehead. He then took off the backpack he was carrying and pulled out some money. He walked over to a nearby noodle stand and asked the old owner to cook him a bowl of noodles.

In no time, the boss brought over the noodles. He didn't pay much attention and sat on the stairs to take a bite. As he turned his head by chance, he found that the old man was still looking at him.

Mu Yu swallowed the noodles in her mouth and hesitated as she said, "Sir, are you hungry? Would you like me to treat you to a bowl of noodles?" With that, Mu Yu was about to get up and order another bowl of noodles.

The old man seemed to have been amused by him. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, calling out to Mu Yu, "Hey, young man, you don't have to go. I'm still not hungry. If you're interested, you can chat with the old man for a bit."

Muyu heard this and sat down again, picked up a large porcelain bowl and took a bite of noodles while observing the old man's well-groomed appearance. She wondered what he did for a living. Normally, someone like him should be concerned about cleanliness and appearing decent in public, and not be sitting on a dusty staircase like this.

Moreover, it seems like this old man has been sitting here for a long time and should be waiting for someone.

Just as Mu Yu was lost in thought, the old man asked him, "Young man, did you find a place to stay when you arrived in the city today?"

"Muyu shook his head as he held the noodles in his mouth. Indeed, his appearance resembled that of a country bumpkin who had just arrived in the city, so it wasn't surprising that the old man had figured it out."

The old man looked at him for a while, with words full of deep meaning, "Judging from your slightly gloomy complexion and the yin energy that is a bit unusual for an ordinary person, you're likely someone who has been accompanying ghosts and gods. I'm sure you've seen a lot of unclean things since you were young. The Yang fire on your shoulder may still be strong during the day, but at night... tsk tsk..."

With a shake of his hand, Mu Yu almost threw the porcelain bowl out in shock. "Sir...you...are you a fortune-teller? In that case, I'll go eat somewhere else and not bother your business."

Mu Yu lifted his bowl and was about to go sit at the spot already set up at the noodle stand, but the old man reached out and grabbed his left arm, "Sit down and listen to me first."

"Muyu carried a bag and held a bowl, but she refused to sit down again."