Shamanism kills the god

Ma a long?

Mu Feng quickly remembered the old Taoist in hemp clothes whose dragons were missing. Sure enough, when he went outside, this old Taoist also came to Wangjiang Tower at some point.He was sitting cross-legged in a gazebo on the highest floor, playing his dilapidated erhu against the eastward rushing river.

"Master Mu, we meet again!"

Hearing Mu Feng's footsteps, the old man raised his head and smiled inscrutablely.

"Yeah, we meet again."

Mu Feng walked over and sat on the floor opposite the Mai Yi old Taoist, "Daoist, the Immortal Sword Sect dominates the world, and you have obtained the Great Nirvana Sword Manual. Instead of finding a place to hide and practice secretly, you are walking around instead. Are you not afraid of being attacked by the Immortal Sword?" Will the people at the door catch up again?"

"Hahaha, don't be afraid, if the demon Nine Fingers Black Demon is not dead for a day, Ren Pingsheng will never find me again."

Maid Taoist smiled, put down the erhu in his hand, looked at the river rushing eastward, and suddenly said: "Young Master Mu, do you know that you look like a person? I met him here more than 20 years ago. Sitting face to face like we are now, talking all night."

"Who?" Mu Feng was a little surprised.

"A man full of knowledge and a heart like the sea, his name is Mu Yuan."

Mai Yi Lao Dao intentionally or unintentionally looked at Mu Feng more, and continued with a smile that was not a smile: "Your figures are very similar, as tall and straight. It is a pity that although you have an extraordinary temperament, ambition, and strength of character, compared with him, At least a hundred times worse; your knowledge is not bad, but it is not one percent of his."

"What, Mu Yuan?"

Mu Feng was taken aback, and asked loudly, "Master Daoist, do you know my father, are you his friend?"

"It's not a friend, it's just a one-time relationship."

Ma Yiyi gave a long smile, and then said: "The grievances and grievances in the world are endless. Instead of spending a lifetime ignorantly, it is better to travel all over the world and concentrate on practicing and asking. Although the Xiangshan Academy that has been passed down for thousands of years is still majestic, But it is no longer a holy place for cultivating the mind and character. Mr. Mu, you are destined for our fairy gate. Why don't you just escape into the fairy gate with me and practice the magic power of my fairy calculation gate. Predict the world's major events, calculate the changes of hundreds of millions of years, how?"

"Master, I'm sorry."

Mu Feng shook his head, "Hundreds of millions of years are too long, I only fight for the day and night. I am a poor scholar, for me, reading is the fundamental. Immortals are misty, and it is better to spend a lifetime of energy to find them. Find a clean thatched hut, make a cup of steaming camellia, and read an ancient book carefully. Besides, even if you worship the fairy gate, one day the fairy will be supernatural; but you have clearly predicted the fate of yourself and your loved ones, but you have no ability to do it. Wouldn't it be more painful to change?"

"Hahaha, good, good, billions of years is too long, seize the day!"

Seeing Mu Feng tactfully refuse, Ma Yidao didn't force it. Seeing a waiter hurrying over, he laughed and stood up.Just stepping out from the railing, his figure disappeared in a flash, only the ethereal voice came from the clouds, "The peach blossoms are here, the peach blossoms are here, and the times are turning. What is fate and what is luck?"

Peach Blossom Tribulation?

Mu Feng muttered to himself, thoughtfully.

Shenlong couldn't see the long hemp from the beginning to the end, which brought him more doubts.It's like a torrential river rolling eastward, with constant cutting and chaos.

For some reason, images of young women suddenly appeared in my mind.The understanding and gentle Shuang'er, the pure and indifferent Mu Qingling, the woman in black who claims to be the wife of General Jiangling, and the watery Li Niang who looks like a lotus, but always makes people feel uncomfortable. ...

"Hey, where's that old fortune teller just now?"

While Mu Feng was in a daze, the shop clerk quickly walked over, looked at the empty gazebo except for Mu Feng, rubbed his eyes suspiciously, "This stinky old man doesn't have a penny on him, and he sneaked up after he was driven out. It's strange , I clearly saw him sitting here just now, why did he disappear all of a sudden, where did he hide?"

The waiter in the shop looked around suspiciously, even the tiles on the top of the tower and under the railing, but there was nothing.Ma Yidao, who broke in under the guise of calculation, seemed to disappear like air all of a sudden.In the end, there was nothing left to do, so I had to muster up the courage to ask Mu Feng who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, "Master, may I ask..., may I ask that old fortune-teller just now, why did he disappear all of a sudden?"

"An old fortune-teller? Has he come or left?"

Looking at the waiter who was sweating profusely, Mu Feng smiled and stood up slowly.

"Uh……"

Hearing what he said, the always clever waiter was a little dazed.

I don't know what happened to me today, and everything seems to be going wrong.Early in the morning, I was busy cleaning the table, but an old fortune teller suddenly rushed out from nowhere, took my hand and told my fortune, saying that I had a bloody disaster today.

After finally driving him out, unexpectedly, the old guy ran upstairs in a flash.When I found it layer by layer and climbed up to the last floor exhaustedly, it was too late to catch the old man and let out a bad breath.As a result, after blinking his eyes, the old guy disappeared, and he couldn't find him no matter what.

In desperation, she had no choice but not to be afraid of losing face, and summoned up the courage to ask Mu Feng.As a result, I got such a reply that made people almost go crazy.

"Come on, they're all lunatics, they can't be provoked and they can hide, so hurry up and get to work!"

The waiter in the shop quickly reacted, turned around and left without looking for anyone, just muttered something in a low voice.Soon, a bottle of wine and a pot of high-quality Longjing tea were served to Mu Feng, and he turned and left.

"The waiter in this store is not very old, but he looks pretty good!"

Looking at the back of the waiter going away, Mu Feng smiled, looked at the distant scenery, and slowly tasted the steaming Longjing.

Compared with the so-called good wine, he would rather drink tea.On this high tower, make a cup of good hot tea, and enjoy the scenery of Gangneung City while sipping it slowly.Back then, my mother and father climbed up step by step cuddling together, and when they stood on the highest floor and looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance, they must have looked happy.

Thinking of his mother who had depended on him since he was a child, Mu Feng felt warm in his heart, and thinking of her illness, he couldn't help feeling a little more sad.

In a daze, suddenly, there was a sound of cursing and fighting from downstairs, accompanied by a few screams.Soon, a group of people came up aggressively, just walking towards the private seat where they were.The leader was a young man with a fierce look in his eyes, dragging a blood-stained person in his hand, it was none other than the waiter who turned around and left not long ago.