Shamanism kills the god

After hastily bandaging the wound, Mu Feng declined the black-clothed woman Murong Xue's persuasion, and left the valley alone before dark. .|

Compared with when he came, there were three more Yanghun Pills that were said to be able to bring the dead back to life in the Qingfeng Ring on his finger, but there was one less understanding book boy beside him.

Recalling Jing Wushuang's voice and smile, recalling the joys and sorrows and little things with her along the way, Mu Feng felt empty in his heart, as if he had lost the most important thing in his life.Standing on a high mountain peak, I looked back at the faint valley already shrouded in the night, turned and left after a moment of silence.

Learn the text to understand the truth, practice martial arts to strengthen the body!

While walking, Mu Feng silently recited his mother's warning, the blood in his body was boiling, but his face was getting colder and colder.

No matter how good the knowledge, no matter how clear the truth, no matter how strong the body is, what's the use of not being as good as a human being?What can you do with just a mouth and brute force?

This is a world where the weak prey on the strong, and strength is everything!

Mu Feng once again deeply felt the importance and necessity of strength. Now, for him, the biggest purpose of cultivation is to set foot on the peak of cultivation!

Without strong strength, everything is like floating clouds in the sky, just now I was holding it in my hand, maybe it will disappear in the blink of an eye!

"Being a witch, you should strive for self-improvement and stand up to the sky. Enter the Dao with killing, carry the Dao with blood..."

Mu Feng recited the witchcraft silently, examined and sorted out his own cultivation techniques, and walked faster and faster.In the blink of an eye, it turned into a small black dot and disappeared into the vast forest.

When entering the mountain, he had to search for the Poison Sect's mountain gate everywhere, and brought Jing Wushuang, who was seriously injured and still unhealed, so his speed was slow.When I came out of the mountain, I was alone, and the speed was much faster.One day later, before the sunset, Mu Feng returned to the towering Tibetan Sword Peak.

At the foot of the cold and bleak mountain, the simple Tibetan sword inn has long been reduced to ashes.When the cold wind from the mountain blows, a piece of dust is raised from time to time, and the deserted place looks extraordinarily cold.What is strange is that, in the bleak cold wind, a carriage parked quietly beside the ruins, motionless, as if waiting for something.

Fairy Sword Gate, or the eyes and ears of the Blind Master?

Mu Feng was startled, and then his murderous intentions flourished, and his fighting spirit surged.

After returning from the Poison Sect, there were bursts of tyrannical breath in his heart from time to time, eager to kill, eager to drink the blood of the enemy.At this time, people who meet Immortal Sword Sect and Master Blind can just go on a killing spree, killing without mercy!

Clang...

Mu Feng pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist, and rushed down the mountain without any disguise.

When I came here, I was careful and dressed up in disguise, lest I accidentally expose my whereabouts.Now, he doesn't have any scruples, and even wants to attract all the people from Immortal Sword Sect and Master Blind to kill them all!

Mu Feng was full of murderous intent, but after rushing to the foot of the mountain, he was disappointed.

The carriage was empty, there was no one there, and there was no ambush around.Only a silent and low-key coachman sat in front.With a big hat on his head, dressed in black, sitting quietly and motionless, he was the coachman who drove himself and Jing Wushuang to Plum Blossom Manor along the way.Not even the carriage and the horses that pull it have changed.The damaged carriage is almost exactly the same as the original after restoration.

"Master Mufeng, Mei Siniang asked me to pick you up here!"

The coachman's slightly hoarse voice came, his attitude was as respectful as always, but he was taciturn, and he closed his mouth tightly after saying a simple sentence.If you ask three questions, you can go without saying a word for three days. If you don't know, you may think that he is born dumb.

Mei Siniang?

In Mu Feng's mind, the figure of a beautiful woman who was middle-aged but still charming appeared. He thought of Feng Qianjin who was smiling all day long and the flying bat with pride and righteousness. He didn't know how they were doing recently.

"Let's go, first go to Jianshui City!"

Mu Feng stepped into the carriage and gave an order.

As soon as he stepped into the familiar carriage, he immediately opened the curtains habitually.Turning around, I found that Jing Wushuang, who had been quietly by my side in the past and loved watching the scenery outside the car along the way, had disappeared.

After going through many hardships, the carriage is still there, but the beautiful woman has disappeared.From then on, the ends of the earth, each side of the world.

After sitting cross-legged in the carriage, Mu Feng suddenly felt that the carriage was a bit uneven, and took out an ancient book from under the soft blanket.On the cover, the four characters of "Past and Present" are particularly conspicuous.

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;

……

After opening the ancient book and reading a few words in a low voice, Mu Feng suddenly felt his nose sore.Carefully, flipping through it gently, not to read this ancient music score carefully, just to touch the fingerprints left by Jing Wushuang on this ancient book and breathe the breath left by her.

For a long time, Jing Wushuang has always been unwilling, thinking that there are some cultivation techniques or secrets hidden in this ancient music score.When I came all the way from Jianning City, I would turn over and hold it in the carriage from time to time, watching it over and over again tirelessly.

With her indifferent personality and willing to be ordinary, she doesn't really have much interest in so-called cultivation techniques or secrets.The reason why he read it over and over again was that Mu Feng knew that the empathetic Shuang'er was all for himself.

"Shuang'er, just wait, one day, I will come back!"

The carriage gradually moved away, looking back at the towering Hidden Sword Peak, Mu Feng clenched his fists tightly.

The path of cultivation is like sailing against the current, it is getting more and more difficult.

Now, it hasn't been long since he broke through to the peak of the mortal realm; not to mention the superhuman realm, even the elite realm, he doesn't know when he will be able to break through.However, no matter how difficult it is, he will never give up.Looking forward to the moment when he breaks through to the real world, looking forward to the day when he returns to the Poison Sect!

"The previous life was just a memory; this life is just a false dream... Shuang'er, is it also a false dream in this life when you and I meet?"

Mu Feng put away the ancient music score, but didn't put the Qingfeng ring on his finger, but hid it close to his body.

Along the way, after experiencing so many ups and downs, the robes on my body were changed one after another, the packages disappeared, and many small gadgets I carried with me did not know where they fell.Now, this ancient music book can be said to be the only memorial Jing Wushuang left for him.

Put this sheet of music next to your body, as if Jing Wushuang was quietly following her as a book boy as before, and you can always touch her breath and feel her warmth.

Although the carriage was badly damaged when it was in Plum Blossom Village, it seemed to be stronger after repairing, and it walked fast and steadily.Two days later, Mu Feng returned to Jianshui City, which had experienced many vicissitudes, in a carriage.He ordered the coachman to wait outside the city, put on a large hat, disguised himself and walked towards the city gate.