Shamanism kills the god

Mu Feng was shocked by the news that Blood Shadow, the ghost of the demon god, felt heavy pressure and strong uneasiness.

After contemplating for a while, he ignored the dissuasion of Blood Shadow and Ghost Servant Chusan, and decided to go for a walk in Sifang City, see this magnificent castle for himself, and inquire about various news.

"See Mr. Mu!"

"The chief executive has orders, if you need anything, young master, please do not hesitate to order!"

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Seeing Mu Feng's figure, many maids and guards waiting outside bowed and saluted.

The Zhao House is the most powerful force in Sifang City, and its influence is extremely huge. The current high priestess Zhao Shuangshuang is from the Zhao House and is the granddaughter of the old Patriarch.One can imagine the power of the Zhao Mansion in Sifang City.

When many god-blessed soldiers and city defense soldiers searched the city and searched from house to house, it was quiet here, and it became the only undisturbed pure land.The Zhao Mansion is so powerful, and the guests who can live in the other courtyards of the Zhao Mansion are naturally extraordinarily noble.Even though Mu Feng was wearing a long robe and looked ordinary, the maids and guards were extremely respectful and did not dare to be slighted.

"Get up, if you see your chief executive, tell me I'm going out for a walk alone."

Mu Feng ordered lightly, and strode away.Walking out of the heavily guarded Zhao Mansion, he walked up and down the streets and alleys of Sifang City alone, walking around.

Perhaps it was because of the sudden turmoil that the city was full of soldiers and horses searching from house to house, and there were far fewer pedestrians on the streets.The taverns and inns that were overcrowded in the past are also deserted, without the noisy appearance of the past.Different from ordinary towns, there are a lot of shops selling books, calligraphy and paintings, and antiques here, many of which are ancient books that even Mu Feng has never seen.This point does not live up to the reputation of the book city.

Mu Feng, who was originally a poor scholar, was still a scholar at heart. He went in almost every bookstore he passed by, looking through various collections of books.Slowly, after walking for more than an hour, I accidentally came to a different place.Although it is within the downtown area, there are large areas of green bamboo planted there.From a distance, blue bricks and black tiles can be seen faintly amidst the whirling bamboo shadows.Taking a closer look, there are four large characters 'Zizhu Academy' written on the top of the gate.

Sifang City is known as a college, how is it different from the academy in the world?

Mu Feng's eyes lit up, he pondered for a moment, and walked in.

When people are still outside, the vast bamboo forests in the academy make people feel calm and relaxed.As the palace master of Xiangshan Academy and Jiyuan Academy, he would like to see how the academies here are different.

This academy is very large, covering an area larger than that of Xiangshan Academy.The buildings inside are also very distinctive, all of which have only one floor, but with blue bricks and black tiles, there are often many delicate and lifelike reliefs on the eaves, giving you an antique atmosphere.Looking up, the study rooms are bright and clean, but unfortunately, no one is deserted.Maybe it was because of the turmoil, and the students all went home, or left the city.

"A gentleman is like a pine, standing on a cliff, and cannot be knocked down by wind and rain; a gentleman is like a bamboo, evergreen in all seasons..."

Just as Mu Feng was walking around, there was a faint sound from the bamboo forest in the distance.

Following the direction of the sound, Mu Feng turned around a clear lake and stepped onto a forest path.On both sides of the path, the wind blows, the bamboo leaves sway, and the ground is covered with unknown wild flowers and weeds.Here, the air is very fresh.Not far away, a small stream appeared in front of me, and the sound of gurgling water was endless.

Walking along the path in the forest, at the end of the path, Mu Feng found a thatched cottage.

The room was very small and looked very simple, but it was clean and the floor was cleaned without a speck of dust.Inside the thatched cottage, a middle-aged man murmured something while waving a huge wolf hair brush in his hand, swaying freely.Under his pen tip, a huge landscape painting appears vividly on the paper, becoming clearer and clearer.

Mu Feng walked over to take a look, and a vivid picture appeared in front of his eyes.

Among the mountains and mountains, a steep mountain peak is particularly tall, piercing the sky.At the foot of the mountain is a large bamboo forest, and there are strange-shaped rocks everywhere on the mountain. In the crevices of the stones on the cliffs, occasionally there are thousand-year-old pines standing.A series of clear streams meander down from the top of the mountain, and finally converge into a river, which flows thousands of miles like a waterfall.On the top of the mountain, a middle-aged scholar is looking up at the moon, wearing a green robe and a high crown on his head; in the distance, there are undulating mountains and white snow.

On the lower left side of the landscape painting, there is a pair of couplets written, the first couplet is "Mountains are not mountains, and water is not water", the second couplet is "Mountains are still mountains, and water is still water", and nominate "Purple Mansion Layman". [

"Good, good mountains, good water, good characters!"

Mu Feng's eyes lit up, and he burst into applause.

As a scholar, he has read poetry and books since he was a child, and he has some accomplishments in calligraphy and painting.However, it was far from the middle-aged man in green robe in front of him.In my mind, I quickly thought of another calligraphy master, Qi Guoyuan, who lived in seclusion in the Xiangshan Academy.It's just that the latter is only good at calligraphy, but the middle-aged man in front of him is good at calligraphy, painting and calligraphy.

"Oh, young man, what's the good in your opinion?"

The middle-aged scribe put down his pen, turned around and looked at Mu Feng who came uninvited, with a calm and natural expression.There is no dislike for Mu Feng's presumptuous interruption, nor is there the hospitality of old man Zhao, who is always surprised; it seems that he has devoted all his attention to landscape calligraphy and painting, neither happy with things nor sad with himself.

"It's not because it's lifelike and lifelike, but because the artistic conception of this landscape painting, at first glance, gives people a sense of detachment, away from the world. It seems to be the tall and straight scribe in the painting, standing quietly on the mountain alone Look up at the bright moon in the sky!" Mu Feng blurted out without thinking.

Stunning, shocking, and more to come!

This painting by the middle-aged scribe gave him a feeling of astonishment. In terms of the shock this painting gave him, perhaps only the map of mountains, rivers and society given to him by Master Yebei Palace can compare!

artistic conception?

The eyes of the middle-aged man with a flat face brightened. He looked Mu Feng up and down and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, okay, okay, I didn't expect to meet a distinguished guest in such a chaotic environment. Young people, please, try Taste the green tea I made myself!"

Warriors meet with strength, literati discuss Tao with literature, and cherish each other.

After listening to Mu Feng's explanation, the middle-aged scribe couldn't help but become his confidant.Without asking Mu Feng's name or his background, he quickly brewed a pot of tea and invited Mu Feng to sit down in the simple thatched cottage.At this time, Mu Feng carefully looked at the middle-aged scribe sitting opposite, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became.

In this middle-aged scribe's body, he couldn't sense any power fluctuations, he had no real energy, and no divine power. It seemed that he was just an ordinary person who couldn't cultivate.However, the sky is full, his eyes are piercing, and there is a sense of righteousness in his body. He can't use force like a cultivator, but ordinary devils and dark and evil auras can't get close to his body within three feet. Baixiemo Invasion!Like a saint, people dare not underestimate him!

Physical sanctification?

Mu Feng was shocked, and suddenly thought of an explanation in an ancient book.