Shamanism kills the god

Bones are strengthening, strength is soaring, blood is burning...

Mu Feng pumped up his energy and tried his best to arouse the spiritual power in his body. .

Under the nourishment of the blood beads, the damaged tendons are being repaired.It's a pity that the two vital main veins of Shaoyin and Shaoyang have not improved much, and there is no way to repair them in one fell swoop.Every time the spiritual power reaches these two tendons, it immediately stagnates, making it impossible to break through the last layer of restraint.

It's really regrettable that such a good opportunity can't pass, and I don't know what kind of serious illness I got back then, which caused the tendons to be damaged to such an extent!

Mu Feng secretly cried regret and sighed.

With a loud cock crowing, he had no choice but to stop and stand up, looking up, there was already a thin line of white belly in the sky.

"Leiyin refines iron bones, but it is not Leiyin who refines bones!"

After taking a deep breath, Mu Feng yelled loudly, and then his stomach gurgled, and there were muffled crows.Compared with before, there were more faint thunder sounds, as if thunderbolts exploded in the abdomen.Every muscle in his body was filled with explosive power, and when he punched out, there was a piercing sonic boom before the fist got close.

The power of two bulls!

If it is said that it was as strong as a bull before, now it has the strength of two bulls, which has doubled.

Last night's retreat, he did not break through to the early stage of the mortal realm in one fell swoop, and he was still short of the last step before officially crossing the threshold of cultivation.But the power has soared, even compared with some strong people in the middle of the mortal realm!

"It is not a gentleman not to take revenge, Mu Qingyuan, be more arrogant, more sinister, and more despicable, your good days are only a few days away!"

Mu Feng's eyes were firm, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.Although he was a little regretful, the growing power gave him the hope of avenging his shame.

Standing up to the heavens and the earth, the great witch has never lived in humiliation.Not before, not now, and never will be!

Mu Qingyuan, who is bullying and arrogant, will definitely not be able to play for a few days; no matter how powerful the power behind him is, he is destined to die in his own hands!

"Brother Mufeng, Mufeng, come out!"

Outside the door, there was a crisp sound. . Then, a girl about twelve or thirteen years old rushed in like a gust of wind, carrying a fresh fragrance blowing towards her face.

He has long black and soft hair, a mink coat on his upper body, and a pair of tall moccasin boots.Exquisite and gorgeous, the size is cut just right, and it complements the delicate and delicate facial features.Seeing Mu Feng standing behind the desk, he smiled and had two sweet dimples, "Brother Mu Feng, guess what I brought you?"

"do not know!"

Mu Feng smiled, today is the annual Lantern Festival, and there are lanterns and festoons everywhere.When he saw the small wooden stick behind the girl, he knew what was going on, but he didn't say anything.

The playful girl in front of him, Mu Qingzhu, is the old patriarch's most beloved granddaughter, and also a family member he has the most affection for in Nuoda's Mu residence.Over the years, on every good day, the latter would bring him some novel little gifts.

"Look, the red lantern, I sewed it myself, isn't it beautiful?" Mu Qingzhu took out the small lantern hidden behind her and hung it on a high wall. "It is said that a red lantern is hung at home during the Lantern Festival. The family will be prosperous this year, safe and sound. Brother Mufeng, let me help you sharpen the ink and draw a picture. With so many people in our Mufu, your calligraphy and painting are the most beautiful!"

"You want to deceive people again, saying that you painted it?" Mu Feng smiled, and without refusing, he pulled out his chair and sat down, "Tell me, what did you draw?"

"Who knows? If I knew, I wouldn't use it to find you!"

Mu Qingzhu shook her head, stretched out her soft and boneless hands, added some water and rubbed them gently, and after a while, a strong fragrance of ink came from the small inkstone, she tilted her head and said, "Hmm... , don’t want ones that are too light, and don’t want ones that are too ordinary. It should be fresher, more novel, it’s best..., it’s best to be something like the sea.”

"Ask someone to do something, is the request so high?"

Mu Feng shook his head and smiled, pondered for a while, dipped in the ink and started to draw.

In the pitch-black dawn, boundless darkness enveloped the earth, only the distant horizon showed a faint fish-belly white.On the boundless sea, stands a high hill, facing the whistling hurricane.Many century-old trees were blown down by the middle, or even uprooted. The violent hurricane flew sand and rocks, and beat up thousands of waves.

However, on the high hills, where the centuries-old trees have been uprooted, there is a piece of lush grass.Although weak and insignificant compared to a hundred-year-old tree, it is tenaciously attached to the ground.Let it blow and rain, let it roar like a hurricane!

The hurricane has passed, but the grass remains!

Hurricane Passage Map!

Mufeng is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if writing with spirit, soon, a vigorous and powerful splash-ink landscape painting will appear on the paper.The thick darkness and the light in the sky, the fierce hurricane and the weak grass all formed a sharp and strong contrast!At a rough glance, I only feel that it is wonderful and beautiful, but when I taste it carefully, a strong shock hits my face!

Rigidity is easy to break, just like a tall century-old tree, only the grass that clings to the ground in a low-key manner can safely survive fierce storms again and again!

A man is a mountain, a man is a sea!

In Mu Feng's heart, he thought of his mother's warning again!

"Pretty!"

Mu Qingzhu sighed in admiration. At such a young age, what he saw was the superficial resemblance of the landscape painting, but did not further see the artistic conception of this calligraphy and painting. "Brother Mu Feng, write a few words on it."

"Alright!"

Mu Feng picked up the pen again, and inscribed the four big characters of 'Hurricane Crossing the Hill', flamboyant and phoenix-like, piercing through the back of the paper.

"Hurricane...wind...over...gang..."

Mu Qingzhu paused every word, blinked her big beautiful eyes, she was a perfect beauty.When she grows up, she must be a beautiful woman again, and then said: "Oh, I don't understand, brother Mufeng, why are your inscriptions so profound? Also, have you ever been to the beach? How do you draw?" So similar, so beautiful?"

To Mu Qingzhu's first question, Mu Feng smiled without saying a word.After putting the brush aside, he said slowly: "I have never been to the seaside, but if I haven't been, it doesn't mean I don't know what it looks like. A man is a mountain, a sea, and the sea is in my heart." !"

"I hate it, you scholars speak in a way that makes people unclear! But, brother Mu Feng, you are so talented, I'm sure that you will be the number one literati in our Tongtian Dynasty in the future!" Mu Qingzhu stuck out her tongue , made a grimace and quickly rolled up the calligraphy and painting, turned around and left with a jump, ready to take it back to show off to his partners.

Looking at her carefree back, Mu Feng smiled, pondered for a moment, and took out a turtle shell from his bosom.

He bit his index finger, dripped a drop of blood on it, and then pinched a mysterious witch seal, vigorously pumping the spiritual power in his body; the turtle shell in his hand began to heat up and crack slowly, showing cracks like spider webs.A faint breath of fate immediately rippled in the air and permeated every corner of the room.

Ancient Witchcraft - Divination.

Based on the spiritual power in the body and guided by the essence and blood of life, predict a person's future and destiny.

Mu Feng performed a mysterious ancient witchcraft, praying to predict the future, seek good luck and avoid evil.After waiting for a while, after the tortoise shell cooled down, I looked down at the cracks on it, and my face changed drastically.

The hard tortoise shell has cracks like spider webs, but there is an obvious horizontal line in the middle, which neatly divides the tortoise shell into two halves, as if it has been cut with one knife.

Great evil!

Mu Feng didn't believe in evil, so he took out a new tortoise shell and tried it again.It's still the same, the crack in the middle is more obvious, and it's the worst.Tried several times in a row, the result is exactly the same!

"It should be on the mother's condition, or..."

Thinking of the insidious and despicable Mu Qingyuan, Mu Feng's expression was gloomy.

After a few months, it's time to take the exam.Unfortunately, being eliminated means that the road of studying literature has come to an end.At that time, I can't even imagine how disappointed my mother who has always placed high hopes will be.If he is lucky, he will go to the Xiangshan Academy in Jiangling Prefecture to study further and obtain the qualification to participate in the provincial examination.

But it is thousands of miles away to go to Jiangling City, my mother's health is getting worse and worse, and there is an evil young man who bullies others, how can I travel with peace of mind?

"Cultivation, only by breaking through the bottleneck before leaving for Jiangling, and formally stepping into the threshold of cultivation, will the status in the family be improved, and mother's life will be guaranteed! The stronger the strength, the more secure it is!"

With firm eyes, Mu Feng quickly found the simplest and most effective solution.

Destiny is complicated and changeable, but as long as you grasp the general direction, even some small winds and waves will not hurt!

As long as he successfully breaks through to the early stage of the mortal realm, or even a higher realm, no matter how vicious and insidious Mu Qingyuan is, he will not dare to do anything to his mother.At least, after the breakthrough, the tribute money that is about to expire can be exempted, and the conspiracy of that guy Mu Qingyuan can be directly smashed, so as to prevent mother from worrying and washing her face with tears all day long.

Time, only four days left!