Shamanism kills the god

Under Jian Wushang's explanation, Mu Feng learned a lot of inside information. .|

The two sides were already sympathetic to each other, but after drinking happily, they became more and more acquainted.Even, Jian Wushang personally invited Mu Feng to join Wenjiantang as a joke, and formed a team to travel together.

Joining the Wenjian Hall in the academy, which is dedicated to pursuing strength, naturally has many benefits, but thinking of the unpredictable flying bats and Mei Siniang, Mu Feng is still unable to relax for the time being and meditates, so he politely refuses.After returning to the academy hand in hand, Mu Feng bid farewell and went back to the other courtyard where he lived.

Although he wished to go to the Heavenly Demon Battlefield in the distant Xisha Prefecture through the ancient teleportation array, he was not in a hurry to find the thousand-year-old demon old woman.

Haste makes waste, and before setting off to find others for help, one must first make adequate preparations.It's too reckless to rush to ask for help like this, it's no wonder others agree!Leaving aside the chief steward's weird and indifferent personality, and thinking about it from another angle, why should others agree to his plea and make an exception to let him enter the demon battlefield?

After resting in meditation for a while, Mu Feng calmed down and carefully organized the books on the bookshelf.Carefully and conscientiously brush off the dust on the cover, and sort out the messy collection of books one by one.Finally, I picked out an ancient thread-bound book. On the cover, there were two big characters in italics—Ci Fu.

This is a book of ancient poems, all hand-copied, and the handwriting looks a bit scribbled.The ancient poems are already a bit obscure and difficult to understand, coupled with the scribbled handwriting, the average person may get dizzy after reading a few lines.But for a scholar who concentrates on learning and is full of economics, it should not be a problem.

Looking up at the sunset on the western mountain, Mu Feng took a handful of cold water to wash his face, and then left with the ancient book "Ci Fu".Instead of looking for the unkind chief steward, the thousand-year-old demon, he crossed the gate of the academy and walked down the mountain.

It is even more difficult to come to the door for help recklessly, and then come to the door for the second time after being rejected!

In order to pass in one go, Mu Feng thought of a man—a scholar-bureaucrat He Xuangao, and planned to ask him for help.I have just joined the academy, and I am not familiar with the place, but He Xuangao, a scholar-bureaucrat, is different.Although it's a little strange, I don't know how he, the county guard's counselor, appeared in his own assessment, but since he can become a high-level senior in the academy, he must have his skills and connections.

"Zhuji Lane, Tang Mansion?"

Thinking back to the whispers of the scholar-bureaucrat He Xuangao passing by during the last parting, Mu Feng became more and more puzzled, feeling that the other party was getting more and more mysterious.He stamped his feet to look at Jiangling City, which was gradually getting dark under the mountain, and quickly quickened his pace, asking passers-by from time to time.After walking for nearly an hour, I finally came to a tree-lined place.

Here, although there are many houses, green gardens can be seen everywhere.Each courtyard is decorated as beautifully as a palace.The name Zhuji Lane sounds unremarkable, but those who can live here are either rich or expensive. There is a team of valiant guards guarding the door, and ordinary people simply cannot enter.

"who?"

Seeing Mu Feng's figure, the leader of the guards gave a cold shout, without ordering, a team of guards surrounded Mu Feng who came out of the darkness.

Almost all the people living in Zhuji Lane passed by in a horse-drawn carriage, and no one would walk around on foot at night.The strange Mu Feng who came out of the darkness naturally quickly aroused their suspicion.

"Student Mu Feng, come here to meet an elder!"

Mu Feng was tall and straight, surrounded and hostile by many guards, calm and calm, neither overbearing nor humble.

As a Mufu disciple, he naturally understood the nature of the guards guarding the gate.

These people are often the best at observing words and expressions, and they are snobbish.Smiling faces face each other, and what is often greeted is their contempt, even rudeness, which is what the saying goes.If they are stronger, they dare not act rashly.

Sure enough, seeing that he was so calm, the vicious-looking guard leader didn't dare to make a fuss, lest he accidentally offend some important person.Although he still stood sideways to block Mu Feng's way, his tone was much more respectful, "Master, it's so late, do you have any invitations?"

"No, could it be that I am a dignified college student, and I am not even allowed to enter the door?"

Mu Feng smiled faintly. Normally, an ordinary person with little knowledge would face embarrassment and falter when being made so difficult by the leader of the guard. My lord, now, can I inform my subordinates?"

"Well... I wonder which lord the young master is going to visit?" Seeing the logo of Four Books and Three Swords on the robe of Mufeng Academy, the leader of the guards became more and more afraid to make mistakes.

"Tang House." Mu Feng replied.

I wanted to say about the scholar-bureaucrat He Xuangao, but thinking of the latter's cautious demeanor before he left, my heart moved, so I didn't say it directly.

"Oh, Tang Mansion?"

Hearing what Mu Feng said, the face of the leading guard leader turned cold.Straightening his waist, he coldly blocked Mu Feng's way.

Before he could say anything, a carriage just passed by. The driver was obviously familiar with the guards here, nodded and smiled, and was about to drive in.For some reason, it suddenly stopped.A corner of the curtain on the carriage was quietly lifted, revealing a vaguely pretty face.

Looking at the expression of the guard leader, Mu Feng was a little strange, but he remained calm on the surface, and asked, "Why, my lord, is there any problem?"

"Outsiders are not welcome here at night, young man, come back tomorrow, don't forget to bring your invitation."

For the sake of Mu Feng, a college student with four books and three swords, the leader of the guards did not dare to make mistakes, but his tone was obviously much colder.Refusing to give way, with a business-like and icy look, his complexion became faster than the weather.

Looking at his expression, Mu Feng thought for a moment and quickly understood what was going on.Obviously, the problem lies in the Tang Mansion where the scholar-bureaucrat He Xuangao lived. Maybe something happened, maybe the power plummeted.Otherwise, these guards would not be so arrogant and rude.

"It seems that we can only climb over the wall!"

Looking up at the Zhuji Lane where there are many houses, Mu Feng secretly gave a wry smile.

In the past, he might have forced his way in, but now, after experiencing so many things, he has become indifferent to many things, and there is no need to be as knowledgeable as these dog-eyed guards for such a trivial matter.Just as he was about to turn around and leave, suddenly, the coachman not far away jumped out of the carriage, came over and whispered something in the ear of the guard leader.The latter's expression changed again, and he quickly moved out of the way.

"My lord, I offended you just now, please. Go straight ahead, turn left at the first fork in the road, and the last other courtyard is the Tang Mansion!" The guard leader smiled.

"Thank you!"

Mu Feng clasped his fists in both hands, bowed slightly to the strange carriage driver, glanced at the carriage not far away, and left quickly.

Behind him, a pair of big clear eyes kept secretly watching his back going away, and whispered an order, and then the coachman drove away slowly in the carriage.

"Ma'am, do you know that scholar?" Inside the carriage, a maid asked suspiciously to the lady looking out the window.

"I don't know him, but a college student with the title of Four Books and Three Swords can't possibly be a bad person."

The beautiful woman sitting in the carriage slowly put down the curtain of the carriage.

The face is covered with a veil, the beautiful features are faintly visible, the body is light, the waist is slender, and it looks like a shadowy figure in the prime of life, dignified and beautiful, and extraordinarily charming.It was none other than the young woman who was kidnapped by the monks to Zhushan Temple and almost used as a cauldron by the old monk Jingxu to practice Dahuanxi Zen. She is a beautiful woman who claims to be the general's wife.

"Mu Mansion disciple, Four Books and Three Swords, could it be that it's really him?"

Recalling the thrilling scene in Zhushan Temple, the beautiful woman fell silent.

Originally, he wanted to ask the coachman to investigate Mu Feng's details, but after a second thought, he swallowed the words again.The turmoil that happened in Zhushan Temple would spread throughout the city if one was not careful; after returning to Jiangling City, he managed to get rid of the hidden dangers around him, and he could not tolerate the slightest carelessness.