"The mountain is not high, there are immortals, there are spirits, the water is not deep, there are fish, there are spirits..."

Early in the morning, when the genius was dawn, a loud sound of books came from a small blue brick courtyard.

In the window, a weak scholar sat upright, with beautiful eyes and thin body, holding an ancient book in his hand. Through the window, the undulating mountains in the distance were shrouded in the white mist in the morning. A gust of cold wind blew, bringing a wave of chill, and his mind was particularly clear. Perhaps it was because the sound was slightly louder when he was at the end of his life, which caused a cough. When he looked down, he could see a few traces of blood on his handkerchief.

"The way of immortality, the way of Buddhism, the way of witch, the way of the world, the way of the way is not the way, all the great way, what is the way?"

After sighing inwardly, Mu Feng put down the "Guangling Story" in his hand, pondered without saying a word, his face a little dim.

After the spring, my health not only did not improve, but instead got worse. Perhaps as the doctor in the martial arts world said ten years ago, there was no more time. The more I did this, the more I felt the preciousness of time and wished I could finish all the books in the Mu Mansion in one day. Although I read the scriptures and had a lot of knowledge, I have never understood what the real Tao is.

The book "Guangling San Ji" in my hand is quite interesting, with everything from astronomy and geography. It is said that it is a note written by a man named Guangling Jun when he traveled around the world a long time ago. It not only records a lot of customs and customs, but also records a lot of history, including the Wumen that has been lost for billions of years.

Although only a few words, "Stand up to the sky and die before death" portrays the essence of the legendary Wu Sect, and I don't know whether it is true or false.

"Feng'er, today is the family's blood pool baptism once in a decade. It's time to go out!" While Mu Feng pondered, a woman opened the curtain and walked in.

At about 35 or 36 years old, the patched kraft robe was a little simple and even shabby, but it still couldn't hide its pretty face and slim figure. It was just that its face was a little pale and haggard, as if it had been overworked.

Mu Feng put down the "Guangling San Ji" in his hand, his face was bitter and erect, "Mother, I will be taking the hospital examination soon, otherwise I won't go today!"

The Tongtian Dynasty established the country with martial arts and became a trend. The powerful and powerful family attached more importance to the cultivation of the younger generation, and the Mu family was no exception. Unfortunately, Mu Feng was seriously ill when he was young, and his tendons and veins were seriously damaged, which led to his inability to practice and was weak and sick. The once-decade baptism of the blood pool was a turning point in his life for ordinary family children. He had long been looking forward to it, but it was almost meaningless to Mu Feng.

"No prospect!"

Situ Qing looked cold and looked at his discouraged son sternly, "A real man should be as ambitious, ambitious and backbone as your father was when he was alive. He should be aware of literature and understand the truth, and practice martial arts to strengthen his body. As long as he has the chance, he will try it even if he hopes is small, let alone a big event like a decade of baptism. If he retreats because he is worried about the ridicule of others, he will not have to read your book anymore, and even if he is on the list of gold, he will still be useless!"

"What my mother taught me is!" Mu Feng was a little ashamed, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Mother, my father..., what kind of person is he?"

"In the eyes of some tribesmen, your father Mu Yuan is a sinner, but in the eyes of his mother, he is a great hero, a great master with a strong backbone!" Situ Qing was determined and said of her husband who had been dead for many years, a hint of happiness and tenderness in his eyes.

The great law master?

Mu Feng murmured to himself, not understanding it, and seeing that his mother didn't want to say much, he didn't dare to ask questions again. After bathing and changing clothes, he walked out of the house under his mother's eyes and headed to the main cultivation site of Mu's mansion. A blood pool that was once strictly guarded and strictly prohibited from approaching. After walking for a while, he stopped to rest for a while and was sweating all over his head. Not long after, he saw that the square outside the blood pool was almost filled with family children who had rushed back from all over the place, and people were rushing.

Since a severe blow more than ten years ago, the Mu Mansion's power has declined greatly, but in the border town of Jianning, it is still very deep and has the strength to be underestimated.

At the entrance of the square, there were a row of heavy armored guards standing on the left and right, majestic. Every family child who participated in the baptism bowed his head solemnly to salute, but when Mu Feng, wearing a green robe of gauze, walked past him, they were ignored intentionally or unintentionally. Although they were all family children, a down-and-out scholar who could not practice had a status as inferior to a guard!

"Hey, isn't this the little sick man who cannot practice, a little sinner? Why are you here to attend the baptism today?"

A young man in a gorgeous clothes suddenly walked out from the side, blocking Mu Feng's way, looked up and down, and said deliberately in public, "I know I can't practice, come to join in the fun. Is this too thick-skinned or overestimating my ability? Hahaha, I don't sprinkle urine to look at myself, and I'm not afraid that your dirty body and bloodline will defile the sacred blood pool!"

"Hahaha, just overestimate one's ability!"

"I should have driven them and their son out long ago, and I have the face to attend the ten-year baptism, I'm gonna!"

...

Behind the young man in China, there were a large group of family disciples and guards. While surrounding him, he looked at Mu Feng and laughed and pointed at him.

It's him again!

Looking at the second young master Mu Qingyuan who was wearing gorgeous clothes and deliberately screaming and making a fuss in public, trying to make himself ugly, Mu Feng clenched his fist hard, wishing to rush up and smash his nose bridge and pull out his vicious tongue like a shrew. But thinking about the consequences and thinking about his mother's sad eyes, he had to force himself to suppress it, and his chest was undulating rapidly. Without saying a word, he walked around coldly.

One day, when I am on the list of the gold medals and become a high-ranking official, I will justify my father’s reputation and make a decision on you scumbags!

Mu Feng swears secretly in his heart!

That's right, the Tongtian Dynasty established a country with martial arts, and practiced martial arts became a trend. However, after the founding of the country, it governed the country with civilization, and the status of a literati was far above that of a military general. A weak scholar who could not practice would be able to be awarded an official position as long as one day he was named on the list of gold. At that time, crushing and killing these screaming guys would be like crushing and killing a few ants!

"Oh, my face is so ugly and my eyes are so cold. Are you still not convinced, and you are not convinced?"

After humiliating in public, the second young master Mu Qingyuan, wearing a gorgeous dress, smiled and blocked Mu Feng's way with one side step. Obviously, it was not ready to do so. "Don't the book say that a real man can bend and stretch? If you want to go there, just crawl through your grandfather and me, you can participate in the baptism like everyone else. Otherwise, you can get as far as I can. Today, I am in a good mood and don't know you as much as you want. Otherwise, I will throw you out directly, hahaha!"

"That's right, get through, hurry up!"

"Hahaha, it turns out that there is no use for scholars. Go through, go through..."

...

As soon as the second young master Mu Qingyuan finished speaking, many people followed him and shouted loudly, waiting to see a good show. Looking at this scene, some passers-by frowned, as if they could not stand it, but no one came up to stop it. After all, there was no need to offend Elder Chuangong for an ordinary disciple who had no power and power.

"Let's open..."

Mu Feng's voice was hoarse, and his anger was extremely angry, and the veins on his hands burst out.

A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated!

Looking at Mu Qingyuan's proud and arrogant breath, his breath was heavy, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his body, and the blood was boiling. He knew he would rush forward without hesitation!

The steps moved. The next moment, when I thought of my mother who had been ill due to overwork, in order not to cause any more trouble and sorrow to her, I had to forcefully suppress the anger in my heart again, "Your grandfather and my grandfather are brothers. Now, you say you want to be my grandfather. So, who is your grandfather and your brother? Is your father, in turn, your son or your nephew?"

Hahaha……

After hearing what Mu Feng said, many onlookers couldn't help laughing. Mu Qingyuan, this guy, didn't know two words and was used to being arrogant in the mansion. Unexpectedly, this time he shot himself in the foot. He was used to being arrogant, and he didn't even see who was standing in front of him.

"You..., you are seeking death!"

Amid the laughter of people, Mu Qingyuan's face turned red like a pig's liver, ashamed and ugly as anger. He took a step forward suddenly, and was full of murderous aura, "Mu Feng, I will give you another chance in the end, get out! The blood pool cannot be defiled by sinners like you. It can go out as far as you can. Otherwise, I will tear you today!"

Although he was overly drunk and empty his body at a young age, Mu Qingyuan was still powerful when he took one step forward. His strength in the middle stage of the Mortal Realm was fully demonstrated, enough to tear an ordinary person who could not practice to pieces. He could practice to this point even if he was idle all day long, and he didn't know how many valuable elixirs had been wasted.

"Teared?"

Mu Feng sneered and looked at Mu Qingyuan with a harsh voice without fear, "Article 137 of the law of the Mu Mansion, those who fight privately in the mansion shall have seven whips; those who cause trouble during sacrifices, baptisms and ancestors shall have serious crimes, twenty-one whips, and those who are severely punished. Mu Qingyuan, do you think you are the grandson of the elder Chuangong to do whatever you want, do you think Mu Mansion is your Mu Mansion?"

The Mufu family is very strict, and the whip used in whipping is not an ordinary horse whip, but a long tiger bone whip made of tiger bones.

With one whip, even a master in the mortal realm would be thrust out and could not bear a few strokes. Decades ago, there was a master at the peak of the mortal realm who was arrested by the elder of the Criminal Law for attempting to molest his sister-in-law and whipped to death with a tiger bone whip in public. Since then, when it comes to whipping, everyone in the Mu Mansion has been afraid of talking about tigers.

"You... are looking for death! Okay, I will tear you away. Let's see who dares to punish me!"

The more tough Mu Feng was, the more angry Mu Qingyuan became. He has always been accustomed to being arrogant. He couldn't even cure a humble and weak scholar in public. What's the point?

A roar was ashamed and angry as he roared, and suddenly he kicked and swept directly into Mu Feng's head. Huhu Sheng Feng. As a mid-level mortal warrior, although he was not a master, his strength was amazing. If he kicked this kick, even a huge rock would be cracked in half!

"Ah..., what's the point if you kick down?"

"Report to the deacon Elder, soon, something is going to happen!"

...

Seeing that Mu Qingyuan really took action, and it was a fatal killing move when he tried, he was merciless, and everyone onlookers exclaimed. Everyone knew that Mu Feng was unable to practice since he was a child and was weak and sickly. Even a burly man probably couldn't bear Mu Qingyuan's kick, let alone Mu Feng, a weak scholar?

call……

Before Mu Qing could get close to his heavy legs, a strong wind came towards him. In an instant, Mu Feng, who was standing still, felt a stinging pain on his face, and the long hair on his head suddenly raised back, as if he had encountered a sudden hurricane.

"Slag!"

Mu Feng shouted loudly, raised his chest and abdomen, and was upright and raised his head to face Mu Qingyuan who was bullying with power. "Zhu Zi, do you dare?"

Looking at Mu Qing's heavy legs, the audience screamed in shock, but Mu Feng, who was the first to be shocked, was not afraid.

Mu Qingyuan has always been arrogant and has already started to do it. How can he use it for so long? Obviously, he is worried that today is different from the past and dare not make a big fight on baptism. Although he is aggressive now, at most he is just acting. Liang doesn’t dare to really take action!

call……

The sharp wind came to an abrupt end!

At the last moment, Mu Qingyuan, the evil young man, stopped his heavy legs, roaring towards him!

"Okay, boy, you have a good fortune, go!"

Mu Qingyuan's face turned pale, he glared at Mu Feng fiercely, and left with many guards with resentment.

A weak scholar dares to contradict him. Why isn’t he seeking death?

Looking at Mu Feng, who was smelly and hard, he wanted to break his neck and was full of murderous intent. But as Mu Feng expected, he didn't dare!

I really don’t dare to take action today, and I don’t dare to give him a leopard courage!

Before leaving today, my grandfather had already harshly told me not to cause trouble today, otherwise, I would serve the family law! The long whip of the tiger bone in the hands of the elder of the Criminal Law is not something that people can watch and play with!

One day, I will give back double the humiliation today!

Looking at Mu Qingyuan who turned and left, Mu Feng clenched his fists hard. A gentleman took revenge, it was not too late for ten years. He believed that it would not take long for that day. He took a deep breath and then walked forward. Not far away, blood was rolling over the blood pool, and a low roar of tigers roars and thunder came from the vague sound of the ten-year baptism. The baptism of the ten-year period was about to begin.

"Okay, I'm really backbone, exactly the same as his father!"

"It's a good thing to have backbone, but it's not good to offend the second young master Mu Qingyuan. After today, he will be in trouble. It's hard to say how long he can live!"

"That's right, what's the use of backbone? Can it be eaten as a meal?"

"Oh, if Mu Yuan, the father of Mu Feng, is still here, who dares to be arrogant in front of him?"

"Yes, the Grand Tutor above billions of people is below one person! If Mu Yuan was still there, how could our Mu Mansion decline to what it is today? How could his only son be so depressed?"

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