Shamanism kills the god

"West of Jianshui City, Hengling Mountains!"

After telling the coachman the destination, Mu Feng quietly sat cross-legged on the carriage, either closing his eyes and resting his mind, or enjoying the scenery along the way with Jing Wushuang. .

The tall carriage was really strong, and it hardly felt any bumps when walking.I didn't see how the coachman yelled, and the strong white horse pulled the carriage forward, crossed the bustling streets, passed through the ancient gate of Jianning City, all the way west, and stepped on the road to Jianshui City. An old horse that knows the way.

Compared with some young horses of the gods, they may be slightly inferior in speed and strength, but they are well-trained, quite psychic, and more suitable for traveling.

As soon as he left Jianning City, Jing Wushuang's face became more and more haggard. He opened the curtain to look at the scenery outside, and turned his head frequently, as if he wanted to keep all the plants and trees here firmly in his heart.Looking at it, the eye sockets became more and more red, and silent tears dripped down.

Seeing her sad, Mu Feng thought she was worried about her elder brother, Tianhu who was seriously ill, and comforted her in a low voice, "Shuang'er, don't worry, elder brother is strong-willed, and he will definitely wait until we go to the Poison Sect to retrieve the Yanghun Pill. Although Jianshui City It's far away, but with this carriage, we can come back in a month at most."

"Ok!"

Jing Wushuang responded in a low voice, lowered her head and wiped away the tears on her face, not daring to look at Mu Feng more.

With Ghost Mother's handwritten letter, she didn't worry too much about Poison Sect and his party. Mu Feng, who was sitting beside her, didn't understand what was sad and nostalgic for it.

Once entering the Poison Sect, the depths are like the sea, and after leaving this time, the two may never have the chance to meet again!

At this time, to her, it was not that the speed of the carriage was too slow, but too fast!If possible, she would rather walk with Mu Feng, and go on walking side by side, and they will never reach the end!

"Brother Mufeng, this is a sachet made by Shuang'er for you, let's see if it fits?" Jing Wushuang took out a sachet made of coarse cloth from his bosom. .

The materials used are simple and simple, far inferior to the silk and other fabrics of Dafujia, but the workmanship is fine.A swaying bamboo forest is embroidered on the small sachet, and a few magpies are parked on the green bamboo.Hanging on the body, a faint fragrance will penetrate into the nostrils continuously, and even a trace of Jing Wushuang's body temperature can be felt.

A small sachet seems to integrate the two bodies into one!

"Very good, the length of the lanyard is just right, Shuanger, thank you!"

Touching the sachet hanging on his body through the robe, Mu Feng felt warm in his heart.Sitting cross-legged in the carriage, looking at the nose with the eyes, watching the heart with the nose, and calmly, he began to practice on the spot.Seize all available time to practice, aiming at the elite realm.

Only after breaking through to this realm can I ask my mother clearly and learn more about my life experience.Only in this way can it be possible to advance to a new level of strength and face the formidable enemy of the great disciple Mu Tie!

Seeing that he was concentrating on cultivation, Jing Wushuang didn't say anything more, took out an ancient book from the bookcase, and started to read it slowly.

"Life is the continuation of death;

Death is the beginning of life.

In the vast world, no matter you or me, there is life and death.

Past life is a memory;

This life is an empty dream;

......"

Jing Wushuang murmured in a voice that only he could hear, looked at it, and suddenly felt his nose sore again.

People say that only 500 years of meditation in the previous life can be exchanged for a chance encounter in this life.Only by accumulating 800 years of good deeds and good deeds can one look back at passing by in this life.If two people can come together, it is a great opportunity.In the next life, maybe they will become two unrelated strangers who meet each other but never know each other!

Thinking of what the ghost mother said, Jing Wushuang felt more and more uncomfortable, and couldn't bear to read "Past Life and Present Life" in her hand.

After realizing that it was just a sheet music, Mu Feng was disappointed and didn't take another look.Jing Wushuang didn't give up, and carefully read over and over again, and could recite every sentence and every word in it backwards and forwards.Unfortunately, it doesn't look like there's anything to see.

After putting down the ancient book, Jing Wushuang lifted the curtain and stared blankly at the scenery outside the window.

After leaving Jianning City, head west all the way, not far away is a large tract of farmland, and after walking for about half an hour, you will enter the rolling mountainous area.Tall carriages circled the steep winding mountain roads, and there were many places where only one carriage could pass.Looking around, there are green mountains everywhere.

Jianning City is located at the border, in the south of the vast Tongtian Dynasty.Here, there are steep mountains everywhere, stretching for millions of miles.

Green mountains, green water, narrow and uneven official roads, simple villages...

Jing Wushuang kept looking at the scenery outside the window, watching villages passing by with smoke from cooking houses.For a long time, I don't know whether it was sad or I didn't sleep well last night, I felt more and more tired.Just as I was about to put down the curtain, I suddenly saw a unique courtyard beside the road.The blue bricks and black tiles are antique, and at first glance, they are quite similar to the Qingshan Courtyard left by my father.

"Stop, stop!"

Thinking of the former residence that was burned down by Mu Qingyuan, Jing Wushuang subconsciously cried out.As soon as the words were finished, the coachman driving the carriage lightly whipped his whip, and the carriage that was speeding along the official road stopped smoothly.

"Brother Mufeng, look at that courtyard, I want to go down for a walk!"

Jing Wushuang opened the curtain, staring wide-eyed at the courtyard shaded by trees not far away, with a slight sadness on his face.

"Get out of the car now?"

Mu Feng opened his eyes suspiciously upon hearing this.

The eldest brother Lie Tianhu was seriously injured, wishing he could fly over with wings on his back, the sooner the better.Unexpectedly, not long after leaving Jianning City, Jing Wushuang asked the coachman to stop the car.Following her gaze, looking at the other courtyard with blue bricks and black tiles, I realized what was going on.Apparently looking at things and thinking about things, thinking of the former residence that was burned down by a fire, "Okay, let's go down and have a look together!"

After asking the coachman to wait, Mu Feng helped Jing Wushuang jump off the tall carriage and came to the antique courtyard.

This is a remote mountain village with few pedestrians.On the periphery of the other courtyard, there is a large tall bamboo forest. From the official road, one can only vaguely see a corner of the courtyard.If you don't observe carefully, you can't see it at all. Who would have thought that there is such a courtyard in a simple mountain village?

Stepping on the gravel path, Mu Feng and Jing Wushuang crossed the swaying bamboo forest and came to the gate of the other courtyard.

There are many flowers, plants and trees planted in front of the gate, colorful, of course, the most is a kind of bamboo called green bamboo in the local area.Looking in from the outside, the bamboo forest is swaying. After walking inside, I found that the whole courtyard is almost located in a dense bamboo sea.A gust of wind blows, the bamboo sea is buzzing, and the air is exceptionally fresh.

The door was closed tightly, and there were faint and melodious flute sounds.The sound was so small that it came from time to time, even Mu Feng couldn't tell whether it was coming from the courtyard or from other places.Looking up, you can also see a pair of couplets pasted on both sides of the gate.

On the left is 'a first-class official residence is worse than reading a hundred times', and on the right is 'a cup of good tea is worse than a piece of white paper'.

Hengpi, Yipinzhai!