Shamanism kills the god

When the capital was in turmoil, Mu Feng took the ghost servant Chusan and quickly returned to the distant southern border by using the art of time and space.Back to the lonely inn at the foot of the Tibetan Sword Peak, the Tibetan Sword Inn.

Here is the watershed between the southern border of the Tongtian Dynasty and the Shiwan Dashan, and it is also the only way to go to the Poison Sect.Many years have passed, and many places have already been transformed into vicissitudes, and things have changed.Yet the solitary, humble inn still stands.It's just that under the wind and rain, it looks older and more dilapidated.

At sunset, the blood-red setting sun hangs in the sky, bringing the last sunshine to this land.

Although the sun was shining on his body, standing in front of the hidden sword inn, he couldn't feel any warmth.Looking up, the inn is in a mess everywhere, and many places have been dilapidated.On the plaque above the gate of the inn, the four big characters 'Zangjian Inn' are also illegible and the pen and ink have fallen off.

"Hidden...hidden sword...guest...inn..."[

Ghost servant Chusan's eyes widened, and he could vaguely make out the handwriting on the plaque, "My lord, I didn't expect that there is even an inn in this place!"

"Where there are people, there will be grievances; where there are business travelers passing by, there will be inns. It's nothing strange. Let's go, go in!"

Mu Feng smiled lightly, pondered for a while, and strode forward.

Although the inn looked dilapidated, even the walls were shaking, as if it was about to collapse under the cold wind.However, the ground was cleaned up, and it was obvious that someone was still taking care of it.Returning to this remote inn, the bits and pieces of Jing Shuang passing by here in the past can't help but come to mind, and the memory is still fresh.

Back then, it was here that he was almost ambushed by the poisonous hand of the big devil sent by the blind master Bi Luotian, and was poisoned by him; it was also here that he met Murong Xue, the little witch of the Poison Sect, and the ruthless Tong Tianwei of the brigade.Fortunately, the commander of Tongtianwei who led the team at that time happened to be Hou Qing, the fifth of the Jiannan Five Heroes. For the sake of Yan Liren, the boss flying bat, he let himself go without showing any traces.Otherwise, maybe I would have buried my bones in the wilderness back then, and died at the foot of Hidden Sword Peak.

The entire inn was cleaned, but there was no one inside.The cold wind blows in from the cracks in the wall, whistling, making people feel extraordinarily cold.

"Shopkeeper, is anyone there? Is there...someone..."

Ghost servant Chusan and Mu Feng sat down at a nearby table, looked around, and looked around at this old and simple inn.After waiting for a while, seeing that no one appeared, he couldn't help but shouted loudly.However, there was no response from the huge inn, only his own cry echoed in the vestibule and backyard.

no one?

Mu Feng frowned, the inn was clean, obviously someone was taking care of it.I called for a long time but there was no response, and I don't know if the shopkeeper has gone away or left temporarily for something.

After waiting for a while, seeing that there was still no one there, he was about to stand up, turn around and leave, when suddenly, he felt a sensation in his heart.Turning around suddenly, a skinny old woman came slowly from the backyard.Hunchbacked and stooped, with a skinny body, he walks with a low sound, as if he is as thin as a goose feather and has no weight at all.There was also a large white towel wrapped around her head, covering most of her face. I don't know if it was a custom or some hidden disease that prevented the cold wind from blowing.

"Shopkeeper, do you have cooked beef here?"

Seeing that someone finally came out, the third grader, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, asked quickly.However, what was waiting was his own echo, and the dying old woman just shook her head gently without saying a word.

"Then let me have a plate of native chicken and a pot of wine!" Chu San ordered, but the old woman stood still and continued to shake her head.He was silent from beginning to end, and seemed deaf and dumb.

"Then there should be rice, right?"

The third day of junior high school frowned and lowered the requirements, unexpectedly, the person who waited was still shaking his head.

"Shopkeeper, what do you have in the inn, just bring up two plates!"

The third day of junior high school is a bit of a stretch, there is nothing, not even the most basic rice, what kind of inn is this?

Hearing what he said, this time, the stooped old woman stopped shaking her head.He raised his head slightly on purpose, glanced at Mu Feng at the side, then turned and left silently.Maybe it's too old, the pace is slow, and there is no sound when walking.After waiting for a while, he finally came up with a tray. [

There are no rice cakes, let alone chicken, duck, fish and wine, only a few unnamed wild fruits, and two cups of camellia.

The tray is very light, but it seems to have made the old woman extremely strenuous, and she walked more slowly, swaying, as if it would fall over when the wind blows.

While the old woman was bringing the camellia to the table, Mu Feng secretly glanced at her face from the side.Not to mention the wrinkles on his face, he was also covered with abscesses, and bubbles of blood were faintly visible, as if they were about to spurt out when touched lightly.He looked like he had some hidden disease, no wonder there was a big towel wrapped around his head, which made people afraid to say more.

"There are no delicacies from mountains and seas, but it's not bad to try the specialties of Zangjian Peak!"

Mu Feng cast his eyes on the table, moved his nostrils slightly, and smelled a fragrance.

On the table, a few unnamed wild fruits are plain and strange, which makes people have no appetite; however, the hot camellia placed in front of them is steaming, exuding a fragrance that penetrates the hearts of the people, which makes people feel dizzy. Bright.Indistinctly, it also gave Mu Feng a vaguely familiar feeling, as if he had drunk it somewhere before.Just as he was about to pick it up and take a sip, the ghost servant Chu San suddenly reached out to stop it.

"My lord, slow down, be careful, it's poisonous!"

Ghost servant Chusan quickly reached out and pressed Mu Feng's right hand, with a vigilant expression on his face.

On the hunched old woman, he couldn't feel any murderous intent or hostility, nor could he feel the fluctuation of true energy; however, for some reason, after seeing this deaf and dumb old woman, he always felt that there seemed to be something wrong. There is uneasiness.No matter how good the wild fruits and camellias are, I dare not taste them lightly.

"The third day of junior high school, you are worrying too much. This is just a cup of ordinary camellia. Besides, even if it is really poisonous, it's no harm!"

Mu Feng smiled lightly, secretly pumping the true energy in his body, then raised his teacup, and took a sip lightly.

The hot camellia is a bit bitter in the mouth, but after swallowing it slowly, a trace of sweetness emerges spontaneously, first bitter and then sweet, with the original fragrance of wild camellia.The feeling of déjà vu became stronger, but I couldn't remember where I drank this kind of tea for a while.

“Good tea!”

Mu Feng closed his eyes and tasted it carefully for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes, "Old man, what kind of tea is this?"

Mu Feng shouted loudly, but the waiter was still silent, the bent old man shook his head, turned around and lit a dim oil lamp.Seeing that she was deaf and dumb, Mu Feng secretly cried out what a pity, and didn't ask any more questions.It was getting late, and the old woman seemed to be in a hurry to close the door. After leaving a spar, she left with the ghost servant Chusan and went into the mountain overnight.