Shamanism kills the god

The sudden increase of pedestrians on the official roads and small roads gradually dissipated, and the calmness of the past was restored. _!~;

No matter the ordinary people looking around with pious hearts or the masters with ulterior motives, they didn't find Mu Feng.

After leaving the originally unknown town, he seemed to disappear suddenly like air, without leaving any clues.After hearing the news, Jian Wushang, who was far away in the southern border, personally brought a group of students over, fearing that Mu Feng would be lonely and be plotted by the enemy, and hoped to escort him all the way to Beijing.However, after searching for a while, they could only return in vain.

The hot and rainy summer passed quickly, and the wind brought a chill and raised the fallen leaves.Autumn, unknowingly descends on the land of the Central Plains.

On this day, under a gust of autumn wind, an ordinary and dusty Feng Shui gentleman walked slowly into the blossoming Jiangyuan City.After walking half a circle in the city, I walked into an equally unremarkable small inn. I ordered a plate of crispy peanuts, two corn buns, and a pot of home-brewed red sorghum. I poured myself a drink.

After spending nearly three months, Mu Feng, who traveled all the way, finally came to Gangwon in a low-key way.

The thin human skin mask that was originally covering his face has been torn off long ago.His face was tanned and black and red, and his beard was messy. From a white-faced scholar when he just left the school, he became a vagabond with a vicissitudes of life and wandering the world.He has a strong physique and is half a head taller than before.With the travel and dust, and the attire of a Feng Shui master, even if they meet the students suddenly, few people will recognize them at a glance.

In the past few months, Mu Feng has only done one thing, from simplicity to complexity.

Learn to forget the articles and the hadiths of the ancient sages that you once kept in your heart; learn to forget the exercises that you used to practice ecstatically and forgot to eat and sleep, and put most of the magic weapons on the shelf.The Qiuhong sword was put away, and the Qinglian lantern was also put aside. Apart from the Shanhe Sheji Jue and the Sacred Altar, the only thing left in his heart was the practice of blood refining. |i^

There are many magic weapons, but they may not be able to come in handy, and there are many cultivation methods, but it may not be possible to become a real master.

Simple, suitable for yourself, is the best!

Cultivating the natal supernatural powers that suit you to the extreme is more useful than practicing thousands of exercises!

After walking through famous mountains and rivers along the way, Mufeng began to really understand what he needed.

Although I can't really let go of everything, but after going from simplicity to complexity, my mind is more determined, and I return to the avenue of life, without being blinded by hatred.After some tempering, the essence became more introverted, and vaguely stepped into the realm of returning to simplicity.All the spiritual power in the body was atomized and began to flow like a liquid. It was only a short distance away from transforming into real power, and the signs of breaking through to the realm of real people were even more obvious.

Even if he passed by a master of the real world, if he didn't sense it deliberately, the other party would not be able to detect the power fluctuations in his body.At first glance, he, the lord of the first house, is no different from an ordinary person who can't practice.

In broad daylight, there were not many people in the hotel lobby.After pouring himself a drink, Mu Feng was just about to leave when a middle-aged man at the table next to him suddenly turned around, "My brother, it's still early in the morning, we are friends when we go out, how about having a few drinks together?"

This is a strong and tall middle-aged man, wearing a worn-out armor, travel-stained, obviously also came from afar.From the looks of it, like several of his partners, they are bodyguards who have been toiling all year round and lived a life of bloodshed.Although he is not rich, but he is extremely forthright. Seeing Mu Feng drinking by himself, he invited him loudly.

"Alright, then what a bother!"

Mu Feng smiled and sat down beside the middle-aged man without refusing.After drinking for three rounds, you will get acquainted once you come and go.

As expected, they were escorts who came from afar.The bold middle-aged man headed by them is the leader of their party, named Zhou Tai, from northern Xinjiang.After completing the task, take a few brothers who share the joys and sorrows to come out and drink a few cups to reward yourself.There is no big fish or meat, and there is no good wine, but the simple food is also eaten with relish.

"Autumn is here, and winter is not far away. Brother Zhou Tai, it should be snowing in your hometown?" Mu Feng asked Zhou Tai who was sitting beside him, chatting casually.

"Hey, it's already down."

The burly and tall Zhou Tai smiled and drank the spirits in his cup, "Our place is at the northernmost point of the northern border of the Zhongzhou Continent, across the sea from Beituzhou. When the Central Plains is still in summer, we Then it started to snow and hail. Alas, northern Xinjiang is different from the Central Plains. The climate is extremely bad, and there are only a few days of good days all year round. In order to make a living, everyone had to go out at a young age. We brothers are all about ten years old. I haven't been home for years!"

Speaking of hometown, the group of men who traveled all over the world fell silent by coincidence, and even Zhou Tai, who had a bold personality, was a little absent-minded.

No matter how bad the climate is, no matter how bad the environment is, it is still my hometown.The reason why people dream back thousands of times is not only because of the land, but also because of the relatives who still live on that land!

"Actually, compared with the land of the Central Plains, northern Xinjiang is not bad. Even, it has greater advantages in many aspects. The land is sparsely populated and rich in mineral deposits. The crystal ores in the land of the Central Plains have almost been mined. The remaining mineral deposits are almost They are all in northern Xinjiang. You can go home when you have made enough money outside. Maybe go back sooner, and you will all be rich mine owners in the future!"

Mu Feng smiled, and changed the topic casually.

"Brother, you are right. From the looks of it, you seem to be a powerful Feng Shui master? I don't know, have you heard of a famous person in Jiangyuan?" Zhou Tai asked, looking up and down at Mu Feng, and his eyes stayed in Mu Feng's hand on the compass.

"It's not great, it's just that I barely know a thing or two!" Mu Feng smiled, and then said: "Why, there is an extremely powerful Feng Shui master in Jiangyuan?"

In the Great Thousand World, the theory of Feng Shui has a long history, and most practitioners know a thing or two.Some top masters are themselves Feng Shui masters, but they are different from ordinary Feng Shui masters, focusing on the grasp of the future and the control of fate.

"No, that's not some Feng Shui master, it's just related to Feng Shui."

Zhou Tai paused, glanced left and right, and continued in a low voice: "That is a master, or in other words, an extremely powerful killer. His surname is Tang, his first name is Zhan, and he is known as Tang Yidao, a real Yidao. It is said that he has never killed anyone. With only one knife, no matter who the other party is, he will be killed with one knife. According to legend, his family has been passed down for nine generations, and each generation has a bad death. It is because his ancestors were buried in a dragon's lair, depriving an innate dragon vein of luck In Tang Yidao's generation, he is destined to be a great master, but the evil spirit is too strong, and he is destined to be a lone star, and there is only one person who will be alone in his life!"

"Oh, Tang Zhan, Tang Yidao? There really is such a thing as murdering Lone Star?" Mu Feng raised his eyebrows.

"It is true. It is said that on the day Tang Yidao was born, his mother died of dystocia; three days later, his father was cut in two by his enemies in the street; The grandmother who depended on each other was burned to death. Since then, he has become an orphan wandering in the streets and alleys. He disappeared when he was seven years old. When he reappeared in Gangwon City at the age of 17, he has become a real person. The Tianbang killer in the world, known as Yidao Zhenren!" Zhou Tai looked around from time to time while talking, lest the wall might have ears.

"Destined, it seems that it is really a feng shui overall situation!"

Mu Feng smiled faintly, drank the strong wine in the cup, and passed away with a smile, and continued to chat with Zhou Tai and others.