Shamanism kills the god

噔......

Just as Mu Feng refined the jasper flute into a puddle of blood, and the moment his blood surged, a piercing sound suddenly came from a distant bamboo forest. .

On a Guqin placed in front of Qingjing Sanren, a string snapped.

"what……"

Qingjing Sanren screamed in surprise, and Gujing's heart suddenly felt a ripple, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

"God's will, could it be, it's really God's will..."

Qingjing Sanren muttered to himself for a long time before he calmed down and slowly connected the broken strings.Playing the flute with the left hand and playing the piano with the right, a melodious and ethereal sound spread far away, carrying a hint of fate.Suddenly, with a flick of the five fingers of his right hand, there was a sharp and piercing sound, followed by a rushing sound in the vast bamboo sea, and pieces of bamboo leaves fell from the air.

Life is the continuation of death;

Death is the beginning of life.

In the vast world, no matter you or me, there is life and death.

The past life is a memory,

This life is a false dream.

……

Qingjing Sanren played and muttered to himself in a low voice. In the old days, the bamboo sea of ​​empty valleys and orchids, unknowingly, there was a trace of Xiaosha's breath.

Past and Present!

The music score "Past Life and Present Life", which is worthless in the eyes of ordinary people, is in his hands, a dream.The notes on the first few pages of the music score have infinite mysteries if you savor them carefully.

Maguan Ancient Town, Qingshakou.

After killing all the masked people and plundering their blood power and yang energy, Mu Feng quickly bandaged Jing Wushuang's wound.Then he picked her up and put her gently on the carriage.

Beautiful face, pale complexion, frowning lightly, as if a trace of sadness and sorrow has been lingering...

Mu Feng quietly looked at Jing Wushuang's expressionless face, with deep remorse and guilt in his heart, he fed her a few blood beads. .

The Jingjia Village, which used to be peaceful and peaceful in the past, turned into a sea of ​​flames because of himself. Everyone, old and young, were slaughtered, leaving only the eldest brother, Tianhu, Chusan and Jing Wushuang.The third day of junior high school, who was not yet an adult, suffered a tragic accident. His arms were cut off by Qi Gen, and the scars on his face criss-crossed.If something happened to the weak Jing Wushuang, in the future, what kind of face would I have to face my elder brother, Tianhu who woke up?

After swallowing a few blood beads, Jing Wushuang's face turned pale, and she woke up faintly, "Brother Mufeng, is Shuang'er still alive?"

After opening his eyes, seeing Mu Feng sitting beside him quietly, Jing Wushuang was overjoyed, but there was another thought deep in his heart.I hope that time can stay at this moment forever. The carriage on the road will never reach the distant Hengling Mountains.

"I, Mu Feng, haven't died yet. How could my Shuang'er die?"

Looking at Jing Wushuang who was breathing weakly, Mu Feng smiled.

Neither revenge nor the pursuit of power should be the whole of cultivation.When you are alive, you should cherish life, protect every relative around you, and keep your body and mind alive!

What the sin slave said to the third day of junior high school is still fresh in his memory.At that time, I didn't feel much about it, but now, seeing Jing Wushuang lying powerlessly on the carriage, angry like gossamer, I deeply realized how correct what he said was.

If you see your relatives leave one by one, or even die in front of you, even if one day you reach the pinnacle of cultivation and become invincible in the world, what's the point?Apart from loneliness and desolation, what did you gain in the end?

Do not!

Mu Feng clenched his fists tightly and would never let such a thing happen.

It is absolutely impossible for him to practice unfeeling swordsmanship like Mu Tie, the great disciple of Chuangong, to abandon family affection, cut off emotions and six desires, and abandon everything in the world for the sake of strength!

"Brother Mufeng, where are those bad guys, are they all gone?"

Thinking of the vicious Beiliu Shuanggui and the cruel and cruel masked men, Jing Wushuang, who was lying on the carriage, was still terrified.

"No, kill, I killed them all!"

Mu Feng's face was calm, as if he had just crushed a group of ants to death, and continued calmly, "The law of heaven is not fair, and evildoers are rampant. A man should cut through thorns and thorns, and get rid of all evil spirits that stand in his way."

"Well, Brother Mufeng, Shuang'er doesn't quite understand what you said. But no matter what you do, Shuang'er will believe in you! If possible, Shuang'er is willing to travel to the ends of the earth with you, to every corner of the world... ..."

Jing Wushuang responded softly, she was extremely tired due to excessive blood loss, and slowly closed her eyes under Mu Feng's gaze.There was an unprecedented tranquility on his face, and a hint of happiness.

When you love someone, you love everything about him!

Don't say that Mu Feng just killed a group of robbers, even if Mu Feng is accused by everyone one day and becomes an unrivaled villain, he will still be the one he loves in his heart, and he will still stand silently behind him, duty-bound!

After breaking through to the late stage of the mortal realm, Mu Feng's strength has become stronger and stronger, but in her heart, she will always be the scholar when she first saw it.

Ambitious, ambitious, amazingly talented and solid, with a strong scholarly atmosphere, and the unique respect of a scholar...

Jing Wushuang closed his eyes, but his mind was still full of Mu Feng's figure.

Mu Feng was alone, and since no one knew when, she had already taken up all of her heart!

"Shuang'er, Shuang'er..."

Mu Feng called a few times in a low voice, seeing that Jing Wushuang was already asleep, he gently covered her with a thin blanket.

Just as he was about to drive to the front, there was a sudden rustling sound not far away, and the taciturn coachman climbed out from under a carriage without any damage.Covered in dust, he seemed to have found a corner to hide as soon as the battle started, with a hoarse voice, "Master Mu Feng, continue to move forward?"

"Well, no... just wait a minute!"

Mu Feng's heart moved, he jumped off the carriage, and quickly walked to the side of Xiao Wu who was covered in blood.Stretching out his hand to touch it, there is little or no breath, internal organs are ruptured, muscles and bones are broken, and he is already powerless.After feeding him a blood bead, it's just a stimulation, and it's just a flashback.

"Mu, Mr. Mu..."

With Mu Feng's support, Xiao Wu barely raised his head, coughed, and opened his mouth to spit out a big mouthful of blood, "Master Mu, I..., my Xiao Wu can't carry it today, before I die, can I beg you one thing?"

"Say!"

Mu Feng nodded. Although he had seen a lot of life and death, he couldn't help feeling sad when he saw a young man whose smile was as bright as the sun not long ago, lying bloody in his arms in the blink of an eye.

"Mu..., Mr. Mu, my house is under the tallest and oldest plane tree at the foot of Xiangshan Academy, please..., please help me bring this peace talisman to my mother, and hand it over to a man named... ..., a girl named He Chunlan. Just say..., just say that I, He Wu, are not good enough for her. I have... and other women outside, and I will never have the face to go back to Wutong Village!"

Xiao Wu, who was seriously injured, came back to his light, and while talking, he grabbed Mu Feng's right hand, tore off the peace amulet around his neck, and stuffed it heavily into his palm.His eyes looked straight at Mu Feng, with a trace of his last hope for this world.

He was about to die, and he was also worried that his beloved girl would not be able to bear the heavy blow after hearing the news, so she committed suicide.

Originally, he planned to never come out after completing this mission.No longer living this kind of blood-licking life, go home to build a new house, and take the girl who has already been engaged to the door.Unexpectedly, the money to build a new house was earned, but the people were gone!

"Okay, don't worry, little five brothers, as long as I, Mu Feng, have breath, I will definitely help you!"

Mu Feng nodded, and as soon as the words fell, Xiao Wu, who was seriously injured, sank his head and swallowed his last breath.His eyes looked straight to the north, which was the direction where Jiangling was.It was as if his eyes had passed through many mountains, and he saw a small mountain village full of sycamore trees, his white-haired elderly mother, and the slim figure that appeared thousands of times in his dreams.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, brother, rest in peace!"

After burying Xiao Wu's body on the side of the road, and hastily cleaned the battlefield, Mu Feng gave orders in a deep voice, and the sturdy carriage drove away.Behind him, another solitary grave was added to the gloomy Qingshakou. Looking back from a distance, it was even more gloomy than when he came here.