Shamanism kills the god

Early in the morning, Mu Feng came to Jingjia Village in the Shiwan Mountain. .

Brother Lie Tianhu hadn't come back yet, only Jing Wushuang was at home, after hearing his intention, he readily agreed without any hesitation.Tidying up the medicine box, hastily preparing a few small gifts, combing hair, changing clothes..., I was busy all the time.It didn't take long to organize the medicine box, but it took half a stick of time to comb my hair and change clothes, and I still haven't come out.

With nothing else to do, Mu Feng simply walked around the Jing's courtyard, waiting quietly.

This green brick courtyard built deep in the mountains looks elegant and chic on the outside, but the decoration on the inside is more detailed.Small but complete.The curved arches, the elegant pavilions, and the lotus flowers swaying on the water in the small pond... all reveal the unique elegance of the owner.In the simple and bright hall, there is a beautiful landscape painting.

In the painting, the majestic palaces are connected continuously, the pavilions, eaves, and rockery paths are all carefully crafted.Through the unique circular arches, several figures of court ladies can be vaguely seen, walking lightly through the long red palace walls with lanterns... The overall majesty and fine details are all lifelike .At the bottom left of the landscape painting, a few poems were also written.

"How many Qionglou Yuyu,

in misty rain;

How many pink dame beauties,

Zhu Yangai;

The mountains and rivers are picturesque,

I can't bear to look back in the moonlight;

……

Beautiful pictures, even more beautiful words!Between the lines, there is a strong sadness and nostalgia.

After carefully reviewing the taste, Mu Feng let out a sigh.

The elegant courtyard, beautiful calligraphy and paintings all reveal the master's extraordinary talent.The father of Jing Wushuang's brother and sister, even if he was really a dandy, was definitely a talented dandy, unfortunately, he was born at an untimely time. .As the last prince, no matter how talented he is, he is doomed to be annihilated in the rolling age.

If you don't practice martial arts, you will be sad!

Looking at this beautiful calligraphy and painting, Mu Feng suddenly thought of his mother's teachings.

Practicing martial arts but not writing is a reckless man; but learning writing and not practicing martial arts, no matter how talented and knowledgeable it is, it will be difficult to achieve success, and even bump into walls everywhere, and life will be depressed.The father of Jing Wushuang's brother and sister is an obvious example. If his cultivation base is astonishing, if he is not a frail talent, but a peerless strongman in the elite realm, or even the real realm, then he will still watch the country collapse. Is the family dead?

It is useless to practice literature and martial arts, but the practice is not profound, and if you do not reach the pinnacle of cultivation!

Mu Feng draws inferences from one instance, thinks deeper, and resolves to reach the pinnacle of cultivation one day in his life!To practice literature, one must be familiar with ancient and modern times, see through the essence of secular and human relations, and understand the principles of life; to practice martial arts, one must set foot on the pinnacle of cultivation.Otherwise, it will be like half a bucket of water, and nothing can be really done well.In the end, it was empty and sad!

"Brother Mufeng, do you look good?"

Just when Mu Feng lost his mind, Jing Wushuang opened the door and walked out.

Wearing a white light robe, spotless; black long hair, coiled high behind his head; a pair of soft black cloth shoes with white soles, simple and generous.At first glance, it looks clean and tidy, although it is knowledgeable about books and etiquette, it does not have the pretentious reserve of a lady, with a trace of vitality and shyness unique to a young girl.The shallow dimples and sweet smile make people's eyes bright, like a spring breeze.

"Okay, it looks good!" After a moment of distraction, Mu Feng quickly came back to his senses, not daring to stare directly at Jing Wushuang's curvy figure.

Seeing him blushing, Jing Wushuang chuckled, and picked up the medicine box on the side, "Brother Mufeng, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Let's go, we will go down the mountain to see my aunt."

"Okay, let's go!"

Mu Feng nodded happily, walked side by side with Jing Wushuang, and left quickly.

At noon, Mu Mansion.

In front of the majestic and solemn gate of Mu Mansion, a young man and woman suddenly ushered in.The male figure is tall and straight, while the female is naturally beautiful, with light steps, and a medicine box in her hand.After stepping into the gate of Mu Mansion, he continued to walk in without looking sideways.Noon was the time when the sun was at its hottest. Although the two of them were so hot that their mouths were parched, they didn't seem to have any intention of stopping to rest.

"Hey, isn't that Young Master Mu Feng? Who is that girl next to him? Why doesn't she seem to have seen it before?"

"Naturally beautiful, I dare say, she must be a lady from a big family who knows both books and etiquette!"

"That's for sure, the Jianning scholar who comes out once in a thousand years, capable of both literature and martial arts, will Master Mu Feng still be interested in an ordinary person?"

……

Seeing Mu Feng and Jing Wushuang gradually going away, people whispered.

During this period of time, Mu Feng seemed to have become the focus of discussion among all the clansmen.Severely punishing Lin Zhengde and Mu Qingyuan, two villainous youths, shocked everyone, and became a Jianning scholar. These two things caused a great sensation and made many clansmen feel proud.

A poor scholar who was unable to cultivate in the past and was frail and sick, suddenly became the pride of the Mu family!

Capable of literary and military skills, neither arrogant nor impetuous, and act in a low-key manner.In the face of the weak, do not bully or look at them differently; in the face of the strong, be firm and strong, neither humble nor overbearing, and dare to act.In Mu Feng, people saw the demeanor that a true disciple of the Mu family should have, and they asked their younger generation to re-examine the importance and necessity of both civil and military skills.

After witnessing the power of Mujiaquan performed by Mu Feng with his own eyes, there was even a trend among the younger generation of disciples in the Mu Mansion to re-practice the basic skills.Many far-sighted disciples no longer one-sidedly pursue any gorgeous moves, but instead start to practice from the most basic introductory techniques, steadily and steadily, step by step.

With such a good example of both civil and martial arts, Mu Feng's marriage has naturally attracted much attention.Many rich and noble families were already secretly preparing to propose marriage to Mu Feng's mother. Now, they suddenly saw him bring a fair lady back from outside, which quickly attracted people's attention.The Mu residence, which hadn't calmed down yet, caused another commotion.

"What, that kid Mu Feng brought a young and beautiful woman back to meet his mother?"

The shocking news quickly reached Mu Qingyuan who was drinking and having fun.Looking at the guard kneeling in front of him, he was startled, and then walked out with a stride.After running for a while, he happened to see the back of Mu Feng leading Jing Wushuang into the house from a distance.

What kind of back view is that?

Seeing Jing Wushuang's figure passing by and disappearing behind the door, Mu Qingyuan couldn't help being infatuated.

Although he only glanced at it, Jing Wushuang's light footsteps, his long black hair coiled high behind his head, and his graceful curves... were all deeply imprinted in his mind.

If we say that Liniang, with all kinds of charm, is a ripe rose, and Jing Wushuang, who walks lightly, is a pure lotus, and her slightly green and slim figure makes people look forward to it even more.Looking forward to seeing her whole picture, looking forward to the appearance of pear blossoms raining on her under him.

"This woman is mine!"

Mu Qingyuan's face was ferocious, and an idea couldn't be restrained in his mind, secretly thinking about how to take the slim and alluring Jing Wushuang as his own.

When he thought about it, there were not many days left for Mu Feng, and the day when the great disciple Mu Tie returned from Beiliu Mountain was the day of his death.At that time, who can save his lover?

"Hahaha, Mu Feng, I will double the punishment you gave me. After you die, grab your woman! No, before you die, let you see, your woman is How did you become my slave girl! Let me show you how your woman cries, shouts and celebrates under my shock, hahaha!"

Mu Qingyuan laughed out loud, with a ferocious expression on his face, and whispered a few words in the ear of a personal guard, and the latter quickly took the order and left