Shamanism kills the god

"It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to bring out a sheet of music, this..."

"A nerd is a nerd, is Master Mu Feng crazy, or is his brain flooded?"

……

The onlookers talked a lot and were disappointed. .

Xing hurried over from all directions, just to see how good he is and what kind of cultivation method he got, hoping to see a new genius disciple turn out.Unexpectedly, the ending was beyond everyone's expectations. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Music score, no matter how old or good it is, is it hard to eat?

If there is no suitable advanced cultivation method, how will I practice in the future?

People shook their heads and sighed from time to time, lamenting their misfortune and angering them.Looking at Mu Feng, it was as if he was looking at a cripple, seeing the premature death and decline of a supreme genius.

"Hahaha, music score, a piece of music score, I laughed so hard!"

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, only Mu Qingyuan and the party members around him laughed so hard that their stomachs almost cramped.

No matter how poor their talent is, or how rubbish their bloodlines are, they can at least bring a cultivation method after they enter the Library Pavilion.Mu Feng was lucky, he came out with a sheet of music, it was ridiculous, he might as well come out empty-handed!

"God's will, God's will, it seems that the nerds of our Mu family are going to switch to the art garden to sell and sing, hahaha!"

Mu Qingyuan smiled, deliberately looked Mu Feng up and down in public, and then said: "Master Mu Feng, no, Brother Mu Feng, don't worry, take this music score and study hard. If you can't find anything to do in the future, I will introduce you to Jian Go to the largest art garden in Ningcheng, every time you go to play, I will definitely give you a big reward of silver!"

Tolerate!

I will endure!

Mu Feng took a deep breath, remembering his mother's teachings, and suppressed the urge to punch Mu Qingyuan, a wicked young man, into the air.Recite Qingfeng Jue silently, becoming more and more calm.

"good idea!"

Facing Mu Qingyuan's humiliation, he was not angry, but nodded and smiled, "Master Mu Qingyuan, just jump up and down. Look at your figure, white and tender, with a slender waist. When the time comes, I will Come play and sing, you will dance the hula dance in a hula skirt, you will definitely be popular, and you will be rewarded with more silver than anyone else, hahaha!"

Mu Feng laughed, and when he passed by, he didn't even look at Mu Qingyuan, a wicked young man, and walked away.

hula?

Hearing what he said, and looking at Mu Qingyuan's jumping up and down and his slender body, the crowd watching could not help but smile and point at each other. .

"Mu Feng, I... want to... kill... you!"

Under the guidance of everyone, Mu Qingyuan blushed, looking at Mu Feng's back, she was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

Which pot does not open and which pot to lift, as a man, what do you hate the most?

It's not that I have no backbone, no strength, and it's not that I have no power or power, but I hate others for saying that I don't look like a man, and I don't like it, let alone use it!

"go!"

Mu Qingyuan gritted his teeth, shameless to stay any longer, and led many guards away in a huff.

I thought that this time, I could humiliate Mu Feng, a smelly and tough guy, in public this time, but unexpectedly, it backfired.After making such a fuss, people will at most say that Mu Feng is a nerd; when they see themselves, they think of a coquettish hula dance, and they say behind their backs that they are not a man. Where is the face?

Mu Qingyuan cursed and cursed, but Mu Feng walked faster and faster, and soon returned home.Before entering the house, there was a disturbing cough, and the mother's condition became more serious.When I walked in, my mother was sitting on a small bench embroidering, and the patterns of insects, birds, flowers and plants were all lifelike.

"Mother, I'm back!" Looking at the few strands of white hair on his mother's head, Mu Feng suddenly felt guilty, and didn't know how to speak for a moment.

The Zangshu Pavilion is very meaningful. If she found out that she only came out with a sheet of music, her mother would not know how disappointed she would be!

"Well, the corn porridge in the stove is still hot, let's eat it!" Situ Qing didn't raise his head, and the needle and thread in his hand flew up and down.

"Ok!"

Mu Feng responded and took a few steps forward.Seeing her mother ignoring Zangshuge and his party, she was puzzled, but also a little uneasy, lest she would believe some bad rumors and turn around suddenly, "Mother, you don't want to know what kind of door I found this time?" Practicing exercises?"

"No, there's no need for that!"

Situ Qing finally put down the needle and thread in his hand and raised his head, "Feng'er, you still don't understand that no matter whether you are practicing Chinese or martial arts, the key lies in the spirit of study, perseverance, and everything else is secondary. If you do it in three days After fishing for two days and drying the net, even if you get a copy of the so-called top-level cultivation method, it will be useless. If you don’t eat it, the porridge will be cold, so go!”

"Yes!"

Mu Feng bent down to salute, turned around and walked away. For some reason, he suddenly felt his nose sore.

He felt lucky to have such a mother.His mother was sometimes strict, but she taught him to be independent and the principles of life since he was a child.Looking at the white hair on his mother's head, he suddenly felt that he was useless and needed to work harder and work harder, no matter whether he was studying Chinese or martial arts.

"Mother, you wait, your son will not let you down!"

Mu Feng clenched his fists, left in a hurry after eating, and went to the Shiwan Dashan behind Mu Mansion again, looking for a corner where no one was there to practice.After sitting down in the bamboo forest that stretches for thousands of miles, he first took out the thread-bound ancient books from his arms.

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;

Only the afterlife is eternal.

I have traveled to every corner of the world,

Looking for every footprint of the ancient sages,

Kiss every handful of soil that breeds all things;

Don't seek to recall past lives,

Don't seek eternity in this life,

I only hope that in my dead afterlife, I can gain a moment of peace!

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Thread-bound ancient books are very thin, and each page is a musical score.

After reading it carefully, it gives people a sense of detachment and refinement.It's a pity that the rhythm is not clear, and I don't know how beautiful it will be if it is played according to the music score.After shaking his head, Mu Feng put away the music score and turned to practice.

gurgling, gurgling, gurgling...

The sound of blood flowing and galloping became louder and louder. Slowly, traces of faint blood mist emanated from the body, penetrating and spreading deep into the bamboo forest.Where the blood mist passed, the bodies of some insects and birds who had no time to escape were shocked, and their bodies shrank and withered rapidly, and they lost blood and died.Even the luxuriant mangosteens seem to be overshadowed, without the vitality of the past.On the contrary, the blood mist hanging over the bamboo forest became thicker.

"Blood Spear!"

Just when the blood wave in his body was rolling to the extreme, Mu Feng shouted violently, and the blood mist all over the sky suddenly shrank, condensing into a blood-red hideous spear.At first glance, it is engraved with dense runes, and a bloodthirsty and violent feeling rushes over, making one's scalp tingle.Compared with the blood spear that was hastily condensed in the last battle with Xing Jiu, it is even more powerful!

Blood refining Dafa!

Mu Feng turned all the resentment, aggrievedness and expectations into strength, violently pumped the blood in his body, and practiced the most brutal and powerful blood-refining method in the Wumen hundreds of millions of years ago.

When he was burying his head in cultivation in the mountains, deep in the Mu residence, in a remote and lonely wooden house, the old owner with a gray beard knelt on the ground as always.The body does not move, no matter it is windy or rainy, no matter day or night.Those who didn't know it thought that there was a cold statue standing in the wooden house.

call……

A gust of wind blew by, and suddenly there was a black figure in the wooden house, with empty sleeves and black braids stretched all the way to the ground.

Slaves!

Beside the old Patriarch, the only guard and servant appeared silently in a dark corner, "My lord, Master Mu Feng has come out from the Library Pavilion and brought out a sheet of music."

"A sheet of music?"

The body of the old Patriarch, who was as motionless as a stone sculpture, suddenly shook slightly, and his eyes flashed coldly.As an old Patriarch who has controlled the Limu Mansion for hundreds of years, what kind of person he is, he quickly understood what was going on.Without looking back, the voice was low, "Someone tampered with in the Library Pavilion?"

"Today, there is an additional layer of hidden restrictions in the Library Pavilion, and it didn't disappear until the moment before Master Mufeng came out!" The sin slave nodded, standing motionless in the dark corner.

"Today's Mu Mansion is getting more and more unruly!" The old Patriarch smiled coldly, and a strong murderous look flashed across his face; but he calmed down quickly, his heart was like still water, and his voice was low, "Retribution, retribution, This is the doomed catastrophe of our Mu Palace, I am guilty!"

"My lord, do you want to give Master Mu Feng one more chance, or... let his subordinates take action and wipe out all the scum in the clan!"

The sinner's eyes were cold, and the hair on the tip of his hair suddenly stood up one by one.Half of it is dragged behind the head, and half of it is hidden in the darkness, as if piercing into another space without a trace.

"No, if Mu Yuan's son is really the future pillar of our Mu Palace, he will naturally have his opportunities and methods, and he doesn't need anyone's intervention in the process of growing up. If not, just let him go, everyone Destiny. From ancient times to the present, all great figures who can achieve great things have experienced inhuman trials and ups and downs. The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold!"

The old Patriarch rejected the sin slave's proposal, and continued slowly: "As for those scum, let them continue to be arrogant, continue to be arrogant. Without their cover-up, how can we secretly accumulate strength, how can we hide from the all-pervasive Tongtian sect?" ? The day when a saint appears among the disciples of the family, it will be the time for our Mu Palace to be completely proud!"

In the past, the law-strict Mu Mansion became more and more chaotic, and the family was in decline, but the old patriarch remained unmoved.Even if there is a storm outside and the world collapses, he still sticks to the faith in his heart.

The hurricane has passed, but the grass is left!

Under the coercion of the Tongtian Dynasty, every big family that was incomparably glorious in the past is trembling, lingering on their last days, and dying.At this time, the first one to take the lead will definitely be fatally hit by the Tongtian Dynasty and uprooted!

"The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold..."

The criminal murmured softly, sighed, and stood motionless in the darkness, but the scene of a frail scholar struggling tenaciously appeared in his mind.