Shamanism kills the god

Relying on the wheel of time and space, soon, Mu Feng quietly returned to the academy. %&*";

Although it was mid-winter, the weather today was exceptionally clear, and it was rare that the sun was shining brightly. People took to the streets one after another.Looking at the large army surrounded outside the academy palace, there was a lot of discussion and pointing.Although excited, but looking at the forest of swords and guns gleaming with cold light, no one dared to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Standing on a high place and looking around, there are black and dense troops everywhere on Xiangshan Mountain, with awe-inspiring murderous aura.It seemed that all the troops stationed near Jiangling City rushed over.

Surrounded by the army, the students were also extremely nervous and opened all the restrictions in the academy.Tomorrow is the 8000th anniversary of the academy. However, on this upcoming grand day, there is no joy in the academy, and everyone is in a hurry.

"He... Da... Fu..."

Mu Feng's eyes were sharp, and he glanced at the general's mansion in the distance, then flew from the roof to the ground, and returned to his room.

After making up his mind, he didn't rush to sneak into the general's mansion immediately, but waited patiently for the opportunity.First change clothes and take a bath to wash off every trace of dirt on the body; then, light a stick of sandalwood in the room, sit cross-legged with the back to the window, calm down and exhale slowly.

This operation will be more dangerous than last night!If you are not careful, not only will your body be in a different place, but it will also bring even greater troubles to the academy.Only succeed, not fail!

Although the action was dangerous, Mu Feng calmed down instead, and was no longer irritable and flustered.

Under the lingering of sandalwood, the eyes look at the nose, the nose looks at the heart, and it becomes more and more peaceful. i^Slowly, the heartbeat became slower and slower, and the breath became longer and longer.Even the hot qi and blood in his body, which were usually tumbling, calmed down.This time, he was close to death, and he vowed not to give up until he killed He Dafu; however, there was no trace of murderous aura in his body, just like an old monk entering meditation, without a single wave in his heart, without a single distracting thought in his mind.

On the eve of the storm, when the students were nervous, Mu Feng suddenly calmed down and stayed behind closed doors!

One day passed quickly.

At night, when night fell, the army at the foot of the mountain once again lit flaming torches, illuminating most of the sky in Jiangling City.All day long, there were still large armies rushing to join the ranks of the encirclement. The momentum became stronger and stronger, and the huge Xiangshan Mountain was surrounded by water.

There were a few handymen in the palace who wanted to sneak out at night to avoid getting involved.Unexpectedly, he was caught by the soldiers before he had gone far, and his lower body was placed on a wooden stake, and he stood cruelly in front of the gate of the school to stand up.

Although the lower body was dripping with blood, he was still breathing for a while, and his hands and feet struggled in vain from time to time, crying again and again.From a distance, it looks like a few frogs standing on wooden stakes, which is creepy.After Jian Wushang led a group of students to rush out in anger and rescued them, he was already helpless.

call……

After a gust of cold night wind blows, Mu Feng slowly stood up.Looking around at the familiar academy, he fastened the Qiuhong Sword to his back, took out a thin human skin mask and put it on his face.Then, covered with a piece of black cloth, put on a night clothes.After getting ready, he pinched a formula and activated the wheel of time and space.Soon, his body turned into quicksand and disappeared with a crash, and the next moment, he appeared directly in the General's Mansion.

Compared with last night, the security in the General's Mansion is obviously more stringent.Patrol soldiers walking back and forth with torches can be seen everywhere, and in the darkness, there are secret sentries that are fully on guard.Obscure power fluctuations could be heard faintly from many places, apparently some formation or restriction was secretly laid.

Concentrating on carefully sensing the movement around him, Mu Feng pinched the magic formula with his hand, activated the wheel of time and space again, and his body disappeared quickly.This time, he directly used the space-time formula and came to the room of the general's wife Zhu Qingying, lurking in a dark corner.Smelling the familiar faint fragrance and looking at the newly cleaned big bed not far away, the beauty of last night came to mind again, and I couldn't help but feel a little lost for a moment.

While in a daze, there was suddenly the sound of light footsteps outside, and Zhu Qingying, dressed in black, dragged her tired body in.

In order to avoid leaking the news, He Dafu almost transferred away all the servants and maids around General Jiangling, and the important task of serving the comatose General Jiangling Yun Chongyang fell on Zhu Qingying alone.At the end of the day, I was extremely tired.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, taking advantage of the hazy moonlight to wash her messy long hair, Zhu Qingying couldn't help feeling a little lost when she looked at her delicate face and young skin in the mirror.

Marrying Jiangling General Yun Chongyang, who was almost 50 years older than herself, was not her own wish at all, but she had to do so due to the pressure of her family.I thought that even if I didn't like it in my heart, I could finally live a good life after marrying into the general's mansion, without having to look at the faces of the family members.Who would have thought that after marrying into the general's mansion, the current situation would be even more difficult than before the marriage.

General Yun Chongyang of Jiangling, the nominal husband, is already over 70 this year, his body is old and weak, and his health is getting worse day by day.Let alone the fact that he is sick in bed and has been in a coma all year round, even if he wakes up one day, so what?Are you destined to be like this all your life?

Looking at her young self in the mirror, Zhu Qingying sighed faintly. For some reason, she suddenly remembered the moment when she and Mu Feng were lying next to each other last night; she remembered the young and strong body of the latter, And a sunny smile.

"Mu Feng, a disciple of the Jianning Mu Mansion, rumor has it that he is the posthumous son of the former Taifu Mu Yuan, and the most admired disciple of Ye Beigong, the current master of the Xiangshan Academy..."

Zhu Qingying spread out a piece of letter paper and read it quietly.

This is the information she found from some of the maids and servants who had been with her after trying her best during the day, and it is also the most detailed information she has obtained about Mu Feng so far.

As I was thinking about it, suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a faint figure in the mirror at some point, standing not far behind me.Dressed in black, with a black cloth covering his face, he was as silent as a ghost that suddenly emerged from the darkness.

There are assassins?

Zhu Qingying was taken aback, and instinctively opened her mouth.

Before she could cry out in shock, the man in black came behind her in a flash, and covered her mouth, "Ma'am, it's me!"

Mu Feng didn't dare to be careless, and tightly covered the mouth of the general's wife, Zhu Qingying, lest her scream would startle the soldiers outside.Tonight's action is very important, only success is not allowed to fail, and no mistakes can be made.