Shamanism kills the god

huh, huh, huh...

Not long after everyone left, a group of unexpected guests suddenly ushered in the plum blossom village filled with smoke. .

With the sound of breaking through the air, cold swordsmen in white robes suddenly appeared on the surrounding branches, with big hats on their heads, and stopped on the branches swaying in the wind.It seems that there is no weight at all, and it is lighter than a sparrow.But the vigorous body, the cold eyes, and the sharp long sword hanging from his waist all give people a heavy pressure and fierce murderous aura!

Fairy Sword Gate!

As expected, the people from Immortal Sword Sect left and returned sooner than Mei Siniang and the others expected!

"Yanyulou, are you sure that the scholar Mu Feng is walking with Jiannan Wujie?"

On the tallest branch, an old man in Taoist robes asked in a deep voice.Surrounded by a group of swordsmen with unfathomable spiritual fluctuations, among them is the astonishingly powerful Yanyulou.

"Absolutely!"

Yanyulou bowed and answered, with a cold arrogance in front of the flying bats, but respectful in front of the Taoist robed old man.

"Hmph, Jiannan Five Heroes, just a few local snakes, don't you even pay attention to our majestic Yujiantang?" The team guards followed the ruts to catch up.The figure suddenly turned into a small black dot, and a voice came from a distance in the darkness, "Chasing, split up, and don't let go of every trace!"

"Yes!"

Yanyulou bowed to accept the order, turned around and ordered many white-robed swordsmen to search separately.At the beginning, his face was calm, but upon closer inspection, his face gradually became more and more serious.

The surrounding footprints are in a mess, walking in all directions. What's more troublesome is that no matter which direction you chase down, there are almost no traces at a distance of a thousand meters, and they are all washed and submerged by rain.Except for the deep ruts of the carriage, there were still traces to follow, and the rest of the traces were all washed away by the heavy rain. It was impossible to tell whether Mu Feng had left on foot in secret, let alone which direction he walked from.

Mei Siniang was very careful, and before she left, she deliberately set up a circle of suspicion, and ordered many disciples and maids to leave overnight from all directions.In this way, no matter how skilled the hunter is, it will be difficult to find out the real whereabouts of Mu Feng and Jing Wushuang in this dark rainy night!

"Wuying, Wufeng, Wuqing, the three of you each lead a team of dead soldiers to search in all directions. The others follow me, chase!"

After searching for a while, Yanyulou gave an order and led a large force to catch up along the rut.Behind him, hundreds of swordsmen in white robes scattered on the spot, gradually searching the periphery of Plum Blossom Village, not letting go of any clues!

call……

It was windy and rainy, and the torrential rain kept falling.

After the weather warmed up, southern Xinjiang entered the rainy season as usual.Sometimes, the rainstorm comes and goes quickly, and sometimes it is not uncommon for three days and three nights in a row.

While many swordsmen in white robes were searching the periphery of Plum Blossom Village carefully, Mu Feng and Jing Wushuang had arrived at Hewei Village ten miles away.

This is a remote mountain village surrounded by mountains and rivers. There are only about a dozen families, and the night is quiet.On this cold and rainy night, it seems that even the house dog has found a place to hide.Except for the rustling of the rainstorm, there was no other sound, and the small village was exceptionally quiet.A river meanders past the village. The river is not very wide, but it is unfathomably deep and the current is very fast.Throw a piece of dead branch down, be swept by the waves, and disappear in the blink of an eye.

According to Mei Siniang's instructions, Mu Feng and Jing Wushuang came to a small courtyard at the head of the village and knocked lightly on the door.Soon, the sound of rustling footsteps came from inside, and then, the wooden door opened with a 'creak', revealing the figure of a fisherman.Hunchbacked and stooped, he seemed to be old, with a big bamboo hat covering most of his face, and a thick coir raincoat on his body.

"Master Mu?"

The old man's voice was low and hoarse, "Miss Mei is the great benefactor of our family. After receiving her letter from Feige, I quickly got ready, let's go!"

"Exactly, old man, please forgive me!"

Mu Feng nodded, bowed and saluted.Just as he was about to turn around, suddenly, he sniffed lightly, and smelled a vague fishy smell, and he couldn't help but stop subconsciously.

"Young Master, you seldom go to the countryside near rivers, do you?"

The old man smiled, turned around and closed the wooden door, and continued: "Whenever it rains, the wind blowing from the river will bring a unique taste of the water town, just in time for spring plowing, mixed with the smell of fresh soil, The smell is even stronger! It's fishy, ​​and you urbanites were really not used to it when you first started."

"Oh, is it?"

Mu Feng's nostrils twitched slightly. Hearing what the old man said, it seemed that the air was really filled with fresh soil.Glancing at the quiet mountain village under the darkness of night, I didn't want to delve into it any further, and followed the old man around and left.

The situation is critical, and the troops of Xianjianmen and Master Blind may catch up at any time, so we must leave here quickly by boat, the sooner the better!

Under the leadership of the old man, the two came to a river bend soon.A small wooden boat is parked on the shore, floating up and down with the waves.On the canopy of the boat, there was still a whole body white pigeon that came from nowhere.

"Shuang'er, be careful!"

Mu Feng helped Jing Wushuang carefully board the small wooden boat and sat down in the cabin.They were worried all the way, lest the pursuers would catch up overnight, until this time, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the old man jumped up, he could go down the river and leave here, and Mu Feng's tense nerves were finally relaxed.Wipe the rain off his face and light an oil lamp in the cabin.Thinking of Feng Qianjin's mysterious instructions before leaving, his heart moved, he took out the cloth bag he gave him and opened it layer by layer.Soon, a small booklet appeared in front of him. On the cover, the four big characters of "Yinyu Sword Manual" were flamboyant.

Misty Rain Sword Manual, the unique skill of Misty Rain House?

Mu Feng was startled and suddenly realized.

At this moment, I finally understood why Feng Qianjin and Yan Yujian met each other, why blood oozes from his left hand.Feelings, the moment this guy attacked, he quietly took the cheat book from Yanyulou.At the juncture of life and death, he still did not change his true nature as a thief and kept it from everyone.

"Thousand Illusory Thief!"

Mu Feng shook his head and smiled wryly, he never thought that Feng Qianjin would have such ability and interest at the moment of life and death.The person looks short and fat, and seems clumsy, but his hands are surprisingly flexible.

"Both young masters, sit down!"

The old man picked up a long bamboo pole and prepared to set off overnight. Although he was old, his hands and feet were nimble.He took out a knife from nowhere and cut off the rope tied to the shore with one knife, seeming to be more anxious than Mu Feng and the other two.The bamboo pole braced itself in the river, and was just about to leave when a figure rushed out of the darkness, shouting and rushing over.

"Boater, wait a minute, wait for me!"

The figure in the darkness yelled hoarsely, and his figure looked vaguely familiar from a distance, as if he had seen it somewhere before.Mu Feng was startled and immediately became vigilant.