Shamanism kills the god

After driving away Liu Lei and his party, Mu Feng walked into the simple thatched house under the warm invitation of He Chunlan and the old woman. .|

Not long after sitting down, Mu Feng returned the peace talisman to He Chunlan, conveying He Wulin's entrustment before his death.However, unexpectedly, the old woman had no doubts, she just yelled at her son for being heartless.The young and beautiful He Chunlan didn't believe it at all, tears streaming down her face.

"Master Mu, Xiao Wu is dead, isn't he?"

He Chunlan's eyes were blurred with tears, but her face was determined. She looked at Mu Feng and said, "This peace talisman is a token of love between the two of us. Xiao Wu once said that unless he dies one day, he will never give up. I left. Just one night more than a month ago, I suddenly dreamed of Xiao Wu, dreaming that he came back from the outside bloody to visit the two of us. But I don’t know why I can’t enter the house, I can only turn around outside the window, eyes are blurred I kept crying. After waking up, I knew that Xiao Wu...he had already been killed."

"It's just a nightmare, nothing to explain."

Looking at the tearful He Chunlan, Mu Feng hesitated.For a while, he didn't know whether to convey He Wu's entrustment directly or to tell the truth of the matter.For some things, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and it may be better to say it directly.

"Mr. Mu, the little girl already understands. Xiao Wu is a filial son. Even if he has a new love, he can abandon me, but he will never abandon his old mother. He is dead, and the days to come will be nothing to me." Auntie, Chunlan can no longer serve you, and I can't really call you mother!"

While talking, He Chunlan knelt down and kowtowed to the old woman a few times.

Hearing what she said, Mu Feng felt something was wrong, so he suddenly stood up.However, it was still a step too late.Before he could rush over, the tearful He Chunlan suddenly slammed headfirst into the solid wall. After a muffled sound, his head was bleeding and he fell unconscious on the ground. .|

"Chunlan, why are you so stupid, so stupid?"

Seeing the bleeding wound on He Chunlan's head, the old woman burst into tears, her eyes darkened, and she almost passed out.Suddenly turned around and knelt down in front of Mu Feng, "Master Mu, please, please save Chunlan. You are a student of the academy, you must have a way, please. I have no more Son, we can't live without a sensible Chunlan..."

"Old man, go get a basin of clean water!"

At the critical moment, Mu Feng didn't have time to say more, and quickly took out a bottle of golden sore medicine from Qingfeng Jie, poured more than half of the bottle on He Chunlan's wound, quickly stopped her bleeding, and carried her to the bed.Soon, the bleeding stopped, but the latter remained unconscious with a weak pulse.It seems that it is difficult to recover without resting for a period of time.

What a strong woman!

Although he has little knowledge and culture, his disposition is many times better than ordinary students.Loyal and kind, smart and hardworking, beautiful as a flower, but unfortunately, the beauty is unlucky.

It's a pity, it's pitiful, it's a pity!

After observing carefully for a while and confirming that He Chunlan's life was not in danger, Mu Feng pulled a quilt over her body and said to the old woman standing behind her with a sad face, "Okay, old man, Miss Chunlan is fine now. You take the bottle of gold sore medicine and apply it every three days. As long as you rest for a while, Miss Chunlan will recover. When she wakes up, please enlighten her. If you encounter any difficulties, you can go to the academy at any time Come find me."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Mu!"

The old woman burst into tears and was very grateful.Just about to kneel down to thank him, but found that Mu Feng, who was still in front of him just now, had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Jianning scholar, college student, Mu Feng..."

The old woman muttered to herself, and after repeating it several times, she firmly memorized Mu Feng's appearance and name. When she walked outside the door to look around, Mu Feng had disappeared into the distance.

Having fulfilled He Wu's entrustment, and finally settled a concern, Mu Feng returned to the academy quickly without further delay.Prepare to inquire about the so-called demon battlefield and meet the dangerous flying bats.Not long after walking, the majestic gate of the academy was in sight; however, just as he was about to accelerate up the mountain, a heart-pounding voice suddenly came from his ears.

"Mu...feng..., I...back...come!"

The heart-pounding voice was faint and vaguely familiar, accompanied by a cold wind, whistling through the woods.

It sounds like it's just my own illusion.However, the moment Mu Feng heard the sound, his whole body was terrified, and the center of his eyebrows twitched violently.He can be sure that this is definitely not an illusion, and an extremely strong danger suddenly arises spontaneously.Even, he can be sure that this is not an ordinary cry, but a roar and roar from the depths of a person's soul.

As a great blood-refining witch who has practiced Soul Roar, Mu Feng accurately grasped several key points from the passing Yinfeng.

"Who is it that has such an enmity with me?"

Mu Feng's face was solemn, and he stretched out his hand to grab the void, and eighteen flags appeared in his hand, and he laid down the Yinfeng Guarantee body protection on the spot.Before he had time to sit cross-legged, the spirit in his mind burst out of his body.

call……

The strong soul, soaring into the sky in broad daylight, with a touch of the vitality of the original life.Looking down at the land from high in the sky, looking for traces of the enemy.

The spirit goes out of the body at night and travels at night. If you are not careful, it will attract the prying eyes of lonely ghosts or evil spirits, and even forcibly plunder.It is dangerous to go out at night, and even more dangerous to go out in the daytime.Under the scorching sun, the consumption of spirit and soul is more than ten times higher than at night, and it is easier to attract attention.

Although it is very dangerous, but at critical moments, in order to quickly discover potential dangers, it is the first to act first, and Mu Feng can't care so much.

Therefore, tourists and students who went up and down the mountain could see his body suddenly motionless like a stone sculpture.The expressions are lifelike and expressive, but the facial muscles are stiff and cold.Carrying an epee wrapped in cloth strips on his back, eighteen small flags are planted in a patchwork pattern beside him.

"Hey, what's the matter with this young student, suddenly got seriously ill?"

"What is seriously ill, look carefully, this is a wandering spirit, wandering in front of the school gate in broad daylight!"

"Isn't this Mu Feng, a great talent who has been titled Four Books and Three Swords since he came here? What's going on, he suddenly wanders here?"

"Huh, it's Mu Feng? The disciples of Wenjian Hall listen to the order and line up to protect them!"

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The tourists and students passing by immediately burst into commotion.Soon, many students in fluttering white clothes rushed to hear the news, and the leader was the rising star Jian Wushang of Wenjian Hall who was asking questions on Tiance Stage that day.

As an outstanding master of Wenjian Hall, Jian Wushang has rich experience, and he immediately judged that Mu Feng must have encountered some serious trouble, otherwise he wouldn't be here in broad daylight.Without any hesitation, he immediately ordered the disciples of Wenjian Hall beside him to line up to guard.