Shamanism kills the god

After some painstaking training, seeing that it was still early, Mu Feng came to the small mountain village where his brother Xie Tianhu's family lived. From far away, I saw a girl in white squatting by the stream washing clothes, and there was faint singing.

The singing voice is tactful and faint, with an emphasis from an unknown place, soft-spoken; as if a girl is muttering to herself, expressing the sorrow in her heart in a low voice.Mu Feng walked and listened, and subconsciously quickened his pace, only to realize suddenly that he had already arrived in front of the girl in white.

"Brother Mufeng?"

Jing Wushuang raised his head, bit his teeth lightly, his face was reddish, with the peculiar greenness of young girls.After hearing Mu Feng's footsteps, he suddenly realized that he had come in front of him.He quickly stood up and led the way with the washtub in his arms, with light steps.

"Shuang'er, is elder brother at home?"

Mu Feng walked two steps faster, and caught up with Jing Wushuang, who was walking lightly.Although the dress was made of coarse cloth and no makeup was applied on her face, from behind, the rough Gebu could not cover her fair skin on her neck and her slim figure.

Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river continent;

My fair lady, a gentleman is good

……

Looking at Jing Wushuang's slender figure from behind, Mu Feng couldn't help but feel a rippling in his heart.In the next moment, stop quickly and meditate on Qingfengjue to calm down.

"Brother went hunting early in the morning, maybe he won't be back until evening or tomorrow."

Jing Wushuang spoke softly, perhaps feeling Mu Feng's strange gaze, the shyness on his face became stronger, and his heart was pounding, "Brother Mu Feng, come in, let's have a cup of camellia first."

"Or, I'll come back another day." Mu Feng stopped hesitantly.

Big Brother Lie Tianhu was not there, only a young girl named Jing Wushuang was at home, so it seemed inconvenient to just walk in like this.

"No, brother Mufeng, come in quickly!"

Jing Wushuang pushed open the wooden door and extended a warm invitation.

At her invitation, Mu Feng had no choice but to walk in, and soon, Jing Wushuang came up with a cup of hot tea.After taking a sip, the taste of the teeth remained fragrant, and the two sat in the living room while drinking tea and chatting about some recent things.Slowly, both of them relaxed and became more and more familiar with each other.

"That wicked young man Mu Qingyuan is really too hateful!"

After hearing about Mu Qingyuan's embarrassment to Mu Feng, Jing Wushuang had a look of hatred.Mu Feng's expression was natural and his tone was flat, but after careful consideration, he could understand his difficulties from a few words.

The bigger the family, the more trouble.How easy is it for a weak scholar who has no power and power to continue to improve himself under the difficult circumstances of a wicked young man?

After adding half a cup of hot tea to Mu Feng, Jing Wushuang hesitated for a while, and then said: "Brother Mu Feng, did you check carefully the music score you brought out from the library, and is there any advanced cultivation hidden in the dark? Cultivation technique?"

After learning about Mu Feng's situation, Jing Wushuang was worried for him, hoping that he could cultivate to the elite level as soon as possible.

Compared with ordinary people who cannot cultivate, the strong in the mortal realm are powerful, but no matter how strong they are, they are still mortals.Only when one breaks through to the elite state can one break away from the category of ordinary people, with a completely different status.At that time, Mu Feng's status and treatment in the Mu Mansion will naturally be very different, so he won't have to suffer so much criticism.

Mu Feng shook his head and smiled wryly, and took out the thread-bound ancient book from his pocket, "I've read it, it's just an ordinary sheet music. Shuang'er, you can sing and dance well, or you might as well keep this sheet music."

"Past and Present?"

Jing Wushuang took the thin thread-bound ancient book, read it carefully several times, even held the paper and shook it lightly to see if there was any interlayer.Unfortunately, I found nothing, and I couldn't understand the music score inside.After thinking about it, I still didn't give up. I put it on the desktop aside, and I was going to search it slowly when I had time.

"By the way, brother Mufeng, recently, have you felt anything unusual in your body, is there any sign of poisoning?" Jing Wushuang was always worried when thinking of the Golden Cicada that got into Mufeng's body.

"No, it's just the blood in the body, which seems to be stained with a layer of green." Mu Feng shook his head, forcing out a drop of blood.

"Green blood?"

Looking at the blood on Mu Feng's fingertips, Jing Wushuang's expression changed, "No, Brother Mu Feng, the venom of the Golden Cicada has penetrated into your blood. Next, it will penetrate into the bone marrow and it will be completely incurable. Come on, follow me." Go, find the ghost mother-in-law immediately, and let her detoxify you personally!"

Jing Wushuang couldn't help but stand up abruptly, dragging Mu Feng away.The two went straight to the Yinfeng Cave deep in the mountain, one behind the other.

Seeing that she was extremely anxious, Mu Feng couldn't help but look solemn.It's a good thing to punch out with a poisonous gas in the wind, which can double the power of your attack.But it would be bad if the venom spread further.According to the memory of Zu Wu Zhu Youxuan, blood-refining Dafa can refine all things in the world, including highly poisonous ones.But in the end, he is not sure whether the golden cicada poison fused in the blood can be completely refined.

"Shuang'er, close your eyes, let me show you a way!"

After driving a section of the mountain road, seeing Jing Wushuang panting and sweating profusely, Mu Feng grabbed her right hand and poured a stream of pure spiritual power over.Although the latter has already broken through to the early stage of the mortal realm, he spends most of his time practicing medicine and refining medicine, and his physical and spiritual strength are far behind him.

"Um……"

Jing Wushuang's face was shy, and her heart was pounding like a deer. After struggling in her heart, she let Mu Feng hold her little hand.As the sun was setting, in order to rush to the Yinfeng Cave before dark, it had to be like this.The next moment, I felt like flying through the mountains like flying through the clouds, and the majestic and pure spiritual power continuously came from my right hand.

"When he is quiet, he looks like a frail scholar, but when he shows his sharpness, he looks like a murderous god. He is unconstrained. What kind of person is he...?"

Jing Wushuang quietly opened his eyes, looking at Mu Feng who was concentrating on his way, he couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.I remembered the scene when I met Mu Feng for the first time, I remembered his vigorous and powerful characters, I remembered his bravery and decisiveness when he faced the threat of the ghost mother in the Yinfeng Cave, and I remembered the truth behind him. That phantom with eight arms and boundless coercion...

After several contacts, the two became more and more familiar, and when she was with Mu Feng, she felt that time seemed to pass very fast.But at the same time, sometimes I feel that he seems elusive, close at hand but far away.

"arrive!"

It wasn't until Mu Feng's voice came that Jing Wushuang woke up suddenly, looked up, and saw the dark and gloomy Yinfeng Cave in front of him.An icy cold wind came head-on, trembling all over, and felt a deep chill from the inside out, and there was a faint sound like howling ghosts and wolves in my ears.

Yinfeng Cave!

Within a few days, the two came to this eerie cave again!