Shamanism kills the god

In the depths of Mu Mansion, on a high platform filled with smog, sat a pure white girl. .Wearing a white light gown with fluttering long sleeves, under the crooked eyebrows is a clear spring.From a distance, it looks like a fairy walking out of a fairyland.The spotless white robe carried an air of detached and refined lightness.

I want to go home by the wind,

And afraid of Qionglou Yuyu;

The heights are so cold,

……

The girl in white bowed her head and groaned softly. In the sky, a group of egrets flew by.With a flip of her right hand, the leading egret fell down, impartially, and just landed on her hand.

With five fingers spread apart, there is no restraint, and the struggling egret can't fly out.Although her face was delicate and beautiful, her face was covered with frost, like a thousand-year-old iceberg, without a trace of a smile.After a long time, the right hand was loosened, and the egret in his hand was finally able to fly high, and disappeared into the white clouds in the sky in the blink of an eye.

If Mu Feng was present, it would be surprising to find that the girl in white was actually Mu Qingling, a talented girl with a heavenly bloodline who was the first to appear on the stage on the day of the baptism.A closed disciple of the Supreme Elder Mu Wuyan who is enviable to look up to!

"Sister Qingling, sister Qingling, see what I brought you?"

While the white-clothed girl was pondering, Mu Qingzhu jumped up and came behind her, with her right hand hidden behind her, holding a scroll.

"Qingzhu, when will you be able to calm down and cultivate with peace of mind?" Seeing the playful Mu Qingzhu and the cold and pretty face of the girl in white, Mu Qingling finally smiled.

"A landscape painting, I painted it myself, I will give it to you, see if you like it?"

Mu Qingzhu took out the calligraphy and painting, her mouth was sweeter than honey.

"You..."

Mu Qingling shook her head and smiled. No one knew Mu Qingzhu's character better than her. If she could calm down and draw a picture, she might not be able to stay in the early stages of the mortal realm and fail to break through. . After opening the calligraphy and painting, he casually glanced at it.The plan was just to put on a show, to satisfy Mu Qingzhu's vanity, but unexpectedly, after taking a look, he couldn't leave his eyes anymore.

Great picture!

What a picture of a hurricane passing by!

Taking a closer look, Mu Qingling's eyes lit up, "Qingzhu, who painted this painting?"

"I, I got up this morning, listened to Lin Hai's voice outside the window, and drew it as soon as I had an idea. How about it, doesn't it look good?"

Mu Qingzhu smiled for a long time, seeing Mu Qingling looking at herself with a smile, smiling without saying a word, she obviously didn't believe it, so she had to tell the truth, "Okay, I can't fool you every time. This painting is from Mu Feng It was written by my brother, and it was specially drawn for you. I just ran around and sent it here for him."

"Oh, Mu Feng? That frail scholar who suffered a serious illness when he was a child, his tendons were damaged, and he couldn't cultivate since he was a child?"

Mu Qingling's tone was flat, and he obviously didn't believe Mu Qingzhu's nonsense. On the day of the baptism, Mu Feng's whole body soaked in the blood pool without any reaction appeared in his mind.

Words are like people, paintings are like their hearts!

Unexpectedly, Mu Feng, a frail scholar, would have such an artistic conception.Given time, he will definitely stand out!

It's a pity that my tendons were severely damaged from a young age, so I couldn't practice, I could only study literature, and no matter how powerful I was, I could only become a high-ranking official and gain power for a while.Life is short, and a hundred years pass by in a hurry, and no matter how great a talent is, it will eventually turn into a cup of loess.Otherwise, there will definitely be another big shot in the Mu family in the future!

"Yeah, brother Mufeng's literary talent is so good, in the future, he will definitely be the No.1 of our Tongtian Dynasty! Apart from him, Wenwu is the number one"

Seeing that Mu Qingling also knew about Mu Feng, Mu Qingzhu nodded hurriedly, and changed her tone, "But, sister Qingling, do you know? Because she can't practice, she's just a frail scholar. Brother Mu Feng didn't know how much he suffered since he was a child. How much humiliation you have suffered! Especially that bastard Mu Qingyuan, who always bullies others. On the day of the baptism, he threatened to tear up Brother Mufeng. Sister Qingling, you are so powerful. After awakening the power of your blood, you broke through to the elite Jing, can you help brother Mufeng?"

Mu Qingzhu's eyes were red, she was smiling just now, but tears filled her eyes in the blink of an eye, I felt pity for it.

"I don't know how to practice, I don't have the strength, it's normal to be bullied."

Mu Qingling's tone was cold, even if Mu Qingzhu personally begged, he would not be moved, "Qingzhu, you have to remember that life is short, and we must hurry up and practice. Otherwise, when the deadline comes, no one will be able to save anyone! Mu Qing He was just a cowardly dandy, and he didn't dare to do anything out of line, so don't worry. The one who really needs to be careful is his elder brother, Mu Tie, who is known as the young master of the Mu family. Don't get along with him easily. Grudge!"

Speaking of Mu Tie, who is also known as the genius of the Mu family, Mu Qingling's face was solemn, and after a few words of advice to Mu Qingzhu, he floated away, stepped directly from the edge of the cliff, and disappeared in a flash.

Chaotiantai, a lofty platform that asks questions towards the sky.

Step out with one foot, as if ascending to the legendary fairyland, without a trace!

"Hi, Sister Qingling, Sister Qingling..."

Mu Qingzhu stomped her feet and yelled a few times before turning around and leaving.Without realizing it, the calligraphy and paintings he brought had disappeared at some point, and he ran faster and faster angrily.

When Mu Qingzhu climbed up to the Chaotian Terrace surrounded by clouds and mist, Mu Feng came to the back mountain again.

Before the sun has risen and the earth is covered with a layer of mist, it is the best time to pick herbs.It didn't take long for the back basket to be full of medicinal herbs. Although it was not worth a lot of money to sell, it was better than nothing.

sand……

After bending down to pick off a wormwood, he heard soft footsteps again.Looking back, a thin figure passed by, hiding behind a big tree.

"court death!"

Mu Feng let out a cold snort, pretending he didn't find anything, and continued to walk deep into the mountain, his face getting colder and colder.

As soon as he left Mu's residence, he realized that he was being followed, and he figured out what was going on with his toes.Besides Mu Qingyuan, who else is so boring, so sinister and despicable?

Originally, he thought that the guy following him would just follow him to the foot of the mountain as he did a few days ago.Unexpectedly, this time, the follower was unyielding and followed closely all the way.

With such a tail, how can he cultivate?

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. Originally, he wanted to calm things down and didn't want to cause trouble again; but since the other party is aggressive and doesn't know how to advance or retreat, then he can't be blamed.If you don't teach Mu Qingyuan and his accomplices a deep lesson, they think they are easy to bully and push forward!

Thinking of Mu Qingyuan's insidiousness and despicableness, Mu Feng's murderous intent flourished!

Sand, rustle...

The thin monkey was cautious, watched Mu Feng's back and followed him all the way from afar, cautiously.

Although his strength is good, and he has cultivated to the early stage of the mortal realm, he is much better than Mu Feng, a frail scholar who can't cultivate, but he dare not be careless in his heart, and always feels that something is wrong.That night, as he wiped Mu Qingyuan's scalp and scratched, the javelin that was deeply stuck in the tree is still vivid in his memory.

How could a frail scholar who doesn't know how to cultivate have such great power and such a fierce attack?

The thin monkey couldn't figure it out, and it was because of this that he was extra careful.

Among Mu Qingyuan's many guards, he was almost the weakest and the least courageous.But for so many years, it has been so prosperous, what is it relying on?

Relying on the head on his neck, relying on his own intelligence and wisdom, many of Mu Qingyuan's shady ideas came from his suggestions.In many cases, violence can make the enemy's life miserable, but some despicable and sinister ideas can make the enemy's life worse than death, and it is even more enjoyable to watch!