Shamanism kills the god

"Jianning, Mu Mansion!"

Mu Feng raised his legs and stepped onto the carriage, and gave orders calmly.

After the shock, he quickly calmed down.The more dangerous, the more unexpected, you force yourself to be more calm.

blind!

A blind man who can't see anything with one eye, has been lurking beside him for more than half a month without showing any traces, and has driven over mountains and mountains for more than 1000 miles!

Who is this coachman?

An incognito master, a blind master with unparalleled means, or a real killer?

What is the purpose of lurking by my side all the time?

Mu Feng tried his best to calm down, but his right hand holding the hilt of the sword couldn't help becoming tighter.Watching the old woman close the heavy gate, leaving the ancient town of Puyang far behind, and arriving at a deserted barren mountain, she couldn't hold back anymore.The figure exploded, and burst out of the roof with a crash, flying in front of the speeding carriage.

Clang...

Mu Feng pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist, pointed the tip of the sword directly between the eyebrows of the coachman who was driving the carriage, and said nothing coldly.The galloping carriage rumbled closer and closer, but he turned a blind eye to it.In his eyes, only the carriage driver with a big hat on his head and a taciturn person was left.

yu yu yu...

The rumbling carriage stopped suddenly at the moment it was about to hit Mu Feng, and the horseman pulling the cart stood up and neighed mournfully.

call……

The cold wind howled, the surroundings were silent, and the sound of a dead leaf falling to the ground could be heard clearly. .|

Mu Feng didn't say a word, he held the sharp long sword motionless, but the blood in his body was hot and tumbling, locking onto the coachman's spiritual fluctuations.As long as the latter made any slight changes, he immediately stabbed fiercely between his eyebrows with a sword.

Mu Feng didn't move, and the coachman sitting in the carriage didn't move at all either. The big bamboo hat on his head was pressed down so low that he couldn't see his face.Taciturn, always shocked, his body was motionless, like a cold stone sculpture.

Until this time, looking at the stone-carved coachman, Mu Feng suddenly realized that he had never seen the real face of this coachman.Traveling from Jianning City to Plum Blossom Manor in Jianshui, and then back from Zangjian Peak over mountains and ridges, the journey was full of wind and dust, thousands of miles away, and we have been together for such a long time, but I still don’t know what this coachman looks like Sample.

Hidden, bear!

From this mysterious coachman, Mu Feng finally saw what forbearance is!

Not to mention anything else, just this state of mind, this forbearance, the mysterious coachman is beyond the reach of others.If he is really a cold-blooded killer, there are probably not many people in the world who can escape his ambush!

"Master Mu, it's windy outside at night, and there is still a long way to go, get in the car!"

After a long time, the motionless coachman broke the calm first.

His voice was old, hoarse, and taciturn. He closed his mouth after saying a simple sentence, and his tone remained unchanged from before.There was no shock, no fear, no anger, as if nothing had happened, it was all expected.

"Hahaha, get in the car?"

Mu Feng laughed, and his voice became colder and colder, "Okay, okay, a master is a master, and he is always shocked. It is hard to be convinced that he has been able to lurk until now. But, I don't understand it, and my eyes can't see anything. , how did you drive along the way, how did you make it seamless?"

Although the murderous intent was overwhelming, Mu Feng stood motionless.He didn't act rashly and let the cold night wind blow on his body.

The mysterious coachman couldn't feel any power fluctuations in his body, but the more this happened, the more unfathomable he felt.Sitting motionless on the carriage gave off a heavy pressure!

"Be careful!"

The mysterious coachman paused, then slowly continued: "The eyes can't see anything, and becoming a blind man is a bad thing, but also a good thing. What the eyes see is often false, or just an appearance. .What the soul detects may also be the enemy's confusion. Only what you feel with your heart is real, without a trace of falsehood. Practice and practice, and after cultivation, it is actually cultivating the heart. Decades ago, I had already left I have traveled every inch of land in southern Xinjiang, and I am familiar with every plant and tree here. The old horse that pulls the cart is already very old, and its teeth have begun to loosen, but like me, I am familiar with every road here."

Cultivate your mind, use your mind to feel it?

Mu Feng's heart moved, and he secretly remembered this sentence.After pondering for a moment, looking at the unfathomable coachman, he said, "Okay, I understand. Now, is it time to reveal your true identity?"

call……

Another gust of cold wind blew, and after a moment of silence, the mysterious coachman raised his head and slowly took off the wide bamboo hat on his head, revealing his true colors.

Not as sinister as imagined, nor vicious, with wrinkled face, empty eyes and no pupils.At first glance, it seems that he is no different from ordinary old people.Looking carefully, although he is old and frail, he is tall and straight, full of heaven, giving people a sense of power without anger.

"who are you?"

Looking at the old man in the carriage, Mu Feng clenched the long sword in his hand tightly, holding back his murderous aura.

With just one glance, he knew that the other party was not the big devil that Master Blind was.The attire can be changed, the face can be changed, but the indescribable innate aura is hard to disguise.

Carefully!

Without much thought, Mu Feng subconsciously tried to sense it with his mind.Try to get rid of the visual, auditory and tactile blindness, and directly sense the true face of the old man with the mind.But what puzzled him was that there was no trace of hostility in this mysterious old man.Under his silent, cold, and indifferent appearance, he felt guilt, vicissitudes, and even endless sadness, as well as a determination that could not be shaken by heaven and earth.

His heart is as firm as a rock!

Such an old man has gone through all kinds of vicissitudes. Once he decides on something or a certain principle, no one can impress him!

"When you were born less than three days ago, I brought your mother and child back from the imperial capital. When you were seven years old, I spent ten years of cultivation and suppressed the onset of Qijue Duanyang Fist for you. At the age of 14, I couldn't afford to be seriously ill, and the day I fell into a coma, I spent another hundred years of cultivation. Mu Feng, the son of my grandson, Mu Yuan, who I once pinned my hopes on the most, don't you know who I am until now? "

The old man didn't answer Mu Feng's question directly. Looking at the young and energetic Mu Feng, he vaguely saw a trace of his youthful appearance, and his voice was lonely.

Hundreds of years have passed in a flash.

Some of the brothers from back then have never been heard from again, and some have turned into a cup of loess, leaving him alone to support the declining family.Once upon a time, he was as young as Mu Feng, as youthful and vigorous, smiling proudly in the world.Unfortunately, everything is in the past, and the past is unbearable.

"You..., are you the old Patriarch?"

Mu Feng was shocked, and finally understood the identity of the old man.