Shamanism kills the god

Apprenticeship?

Mu Feng was a little surprised, and after a little meditation, he understood, and sighed secretly. .

After suffering a heavy blow, the young third grader is no longer the simple, even a little naive boy.Although his expression is no longer dull, it has become silent and resolute.

"In the third grade of junior high school, you get up first. Your injury is not fully healed yet. Let's talk about it after a while, when your body recovers!"

Mu Feng reached out to help the junior junior who was kneeling on the ground, and politely refused.

I have just started to practice, and I haven't fully comprehended many questions about cultivation, so how can I have the qualifications to accept disciples?What's more, even if I am really not afraid of misleading my disciples, and teach Mujiaquan and meditation Dafa and other introductory methods, how can I practice with my current state in the third year of junior high school?Not to mention the injuries on the face, without both arms, how lucky is it, how can you fight with others?

"Master Mu Feng, if you don't agree for a day, I will kneel on the ground and won't get up!"

The third day of the junior high school stubbornly knelt on the ground, knocked his head hard again, and there was a loud bang, "Master Mu Feng, I hate, I hate myself for being so useless! If I have half the skills of you, young master, no, Even if you only had one percent of your abilities, how could my mother be caught by those beasts and burned alive in front of her eyes? Master Mufeng, my mother...she died so badly! She was almost burnt to charcoal , eyes are still looking at me anxiously..., Young Master Mu Feng, please accept me as your disciple!"

Thinking of the scene where his mother was burned alive in front of him, Chu San's eyes turned red.She didn't cry out, she didn't shed tears, as if the tears had already flowed out, but her body kept shaking, and her small and thin body was enduring inhuman pain.

When other boys were his age, they were still eating, drinking and having fun without any worries, but he became a homeless orphan and witnessed the death of the person he loved the most. The kind of heart-piercing pain, even adults who have gone through vicissitudes of life, may be unbearable!

Hearing the commotion outside, Jing Wushuang came out wearing a coat.

Seeing the distressed state of Junior Three, he couldn't help but think of the tragedy last night, and the innocent folks and fellow villagers, tears streaming down his face, "Brother Mufeng, you promise Junior Three to accept him as a disciple!"

dong... dong... dong...

The third day of junior high school stopped talking, just kowtowed vigorously, even though it made her dizzy and her head was bleeding, she didn't stop.

He wants to practice martial arts, he wants to cultivate!

After witnessing his mother being burned alive in front of his eyes, he seemed to mature overnight and become another person.

Looking at his firm eyes and thin body, Mu Feng vaguely saw a shadow of himself back then.After hesitating for a moment, he leaned over to support the thin body of Junior Three, "Don't kowtow again, Junior Three. How can I be a master? I don't have the ability to accept you as a disciple for the time being, but I know someone , a top expert with real strength and supernatural powers. If you can worship him as your teacher, you will definitely become a big man who can call the wind and rain in the future. If you believe in me, then stand up and walk with me!"

Mu Feng's tone was sincere, looking at the empty sleeves of Chu San, blood-red hairs suddenly appeared in his mind, and he thought of a figure of a dragon whose head and tail could not be seen.

"it is good!"

This time, the third grader didn't insist any more, stood up abruptly, and respectfully followed behind Mu Feng.After instructing Jing Wushuang to rest early, Mu Feng took him away quickly, passed through numerous guards, and came to a remote wooden house deep in the Mu Mansion.

In the distance, there is either a majestic palace or a courtyard with an elegant environment; here, apart from ancient trees, green bamboos and weeds, there is only a solitary log cabin.A gust of night wind blew by, whining, and looked extraordinarily lonely and cold under the hazy moonlight.If you don't know the inside story, no one would have guessed that the dignified old Patriarch who built Ningmu Mansion lived in such a simple log cabin.

Outside the cabin, there were no maids, not even a single guard, and the emptiness was even simpler than the place where the servants lived.However, just when the two were about to open the door and enter, long hairs suddenly appeared in the air.Then, with a 'hoo', a figure appeared in front of his eyes, with an afterimage.

In an instant, it seemed to emerge from the ground all of a sudden, and it seemed to come out of the void directly, with an astonishingly fast speed.Even Mu Feng couldn't see his movements clearly, and couldn't sense a breath before.

"Master Mufeng, are you looking for the old Patriarch?"

The sin slave bowed slightly, remaining low-key and calm as always.

In the dead of night, when he suddenly saw Mu Feng visiting, he was not surprised at all.It's not a pretentious and deep rich city, it's not the numbness and indifference after all the vicissitudes, but the natural calmness, the kind of calmness where Mount Tai collapses in front of your eyes.Based on strong strength, based on the indifferent fame and fortune deep in the heart.

"No, Mr. Sin, I'm here to find you."

Mu Feng handed over the embroidery in his hands, and then said: "This is an embroidery that my mother made for you, and please accept it. I am grateful for your care these years. I was in the mountains this morning. If it wasn't for Sin Mu Feng may never see his mother again if he keeps fighting!"

"Okay, okay, just like your father, he is a dutiful son!"

The sin slave nodded, looked at Mu Feng with a little more appreciation, and saw the shadow of another person on Mu Feng.

"Old Sin, Mu Feng has one more request!"

Seeing that the sin slave seemed to be in a good mood, Mu Feng pushed out Chu San behind him, "This is a little brother I met in the mountains. Father, and mother depended on each other. Last night, he survived the terrible massacre. His face was slashed nine hundred and ninety-nine times, and his arms were cut off by Qi Gen. As for his mother..., he was killed by Mu Qingyuan That evil young man was arrested and burned to death in front of him! After suffering such a severe injury, he insisted on practicing martial arts in the third year of junior high school, and wanted to worship me as his teacher. Mu Feng thought that his cultivation was superficial, and he didn't have the qualifications and ability to be a teacher, so..."

Mu Feng simply explained the identity and experience of the third grader, without hinting, the third grader next to him knelt down in front of the sin slave with a 'slap', and kowtowed heavily.

When he was on the edge of the cliff, although his expression was dull and he put his life and death aside, he actually understood everything in his heart.What Mu Feng said was right, the old man in front of him who also had no arms was definitely a top master with unfathomable strength.If you are lucky enough to worship him as your teacher, you will definitely be a great luck in life!

call……

The cold wind howled, the slave's long hair that had grown to the ground fluttered in the wind, and his face was calm.Looking at the thin third grader who was kneeling on the ground, he didn't refuse or agree, and remained silent for a long time.

Dark night, cold wind, messy hair...

All three were silent.

The wind is getting colder and colder!