"I am Situ Qing, and I have met the head of the family and all elders!"

With the help of Mu Feng, Situ Qing came to the people, bowed and bowed, turned to Mu Feng beside him and continued, "Feng'er, this is Feng Taiqing, the Supreme Elder, known as Taiqing Zhenren, and is also a guardian of our Mu Mansion for thousands of years. Kneel down and worship him as his teacher!"

Apprentice to a master?

Looking at the Supreme Elder who was not angry but powerful and unfathomable, Mu Feng suddenly understood.

The great way is ruthless. As expected, once the master of the hometown determines, there will never be any wavering. Now, letting himself worship a powerful Supreme Elder as his teacher is just a compensation!

"Brother Mufeng, hurry up, get to be a disciple!"

Seeing Mu Feng hesitating and not knowing what he was thinking, the weird elf Mu Qingzhu looked anxious, "Hurry up, Brother Mu Feng, don't you say you want to worship Aunt Wuyan as your teacher? I finally asked Sister Qingling to plead with you. Please ask Aunt Wuyan, who does not accept male disciples, to help find a Supreme Elder who is more powerful than her. Elder Taiqing, this is the oldest and most powerful Supreme Elder in our Mu Mansion. Hurry up, kneel down and become a disciple!"

Mu Qingzhu was very anxious and wanted to kneel down for Mu Feng and become a disciple.

The speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intentional. On that day, after hearing Mu Feng's joke that he wanted to worship Aunt Wuyan as his teacher, she became interested. In the past few days, she had worked hard to persuade the head of the hometown, Mu Qingling and others to contact the Taiqing Zhenren who had been in seclusion for hundreds of years. For the sake of Mu Wuyan and the head of the hometown, the latter agreed to leave the seclusion to see if Mu Feng has the potential to accept disciples.

After climbing the rooftop early in the morning, Mu Qingzhu looked at Elder Taiqing who was not angry but powerful and said nothing, and was worried that he would be too demanding and would not accept Mu Feng as his disciple. But who would have thought that now, Elder Taiqing, who was unfathomable, did not say a word, but Mu Feng, who had arrived late, was hesitant and did not kneel down to become a disciple!

Mu Feng's hesitation was beyond everyone's expectations. In an instant, more eyes were cast in the depths of the clouds and mists. Elder Taiqing, who was unfathomable, was shocked and surprised at first, and then his face gradually became heavier and heavier.

call……

On the towering rooftop, the cold wind whistled, and the atmosphere became more and more solemn.

Under the cold wind, Mu Feng remained silent. After a long time, he said slowly: "Qingzhu, thank you for your kindness, thank you for your kindness. However, I, Mu Feng, are just a down-and-out scholar, just an ant in the world. What kind of virtue can you do? How can I have the right to worship a noble Supreme Elder as my teacher?"

The food that comes from her is not rare even if it is big fish and meat, even if it is hungry and dying, Mu Feng is not rare!

According to the usual rules of the Mu family, every Supreme Elder must choose from the younger generation who has broken through to the elite realm. Now, he has only reached the peak of the mortal realm and has such an opportunity. Don’t think too much, and he also knows that it must be the arrangement of the head of his hometown. Mu Qingzhu is young and only sees the surface, but he doesn’t know the real reason.

To put it nicely, this is compensation from the owner of the hometown. To put it bluntly, this is just a gift!

Such a facility may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for ordinary people, and I am grateful for it. But for Mu Feng, I simply disdain it!

As the last disciple of the ancient witch sect in billions of years, as a blood-refining witch that was terrifying in ancient times, he had no need to waste his money and spend a lot of time and energy to practice other techniques. As long as he practiced the blood-refining Technique to the ninth level and reached the peak of cultivation, it would be no dream. Why put aside his dignity and accept the alms of others?

"Young man, do you... look down on me?"

Elder Taiqing, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, stood up suddenly, his face as deep as water. At that time, a heavy and almost suffocating pressure came to his face. Everyone present had no wind to automatically flew. Mu Feng, who was the first to be blasted, felt his soul shaking, and the confinement in his body rattled, as if an invisible mountain was pressed down, and his spine was gradually bent down.

"No, Elder Taiqing, I, Mu Feng, have no intention of looking down on anyone. I just made other arrangements. Cultivation is very important, but for me, knowledge is also indispensable. In the past two days, I will set off to study at the Xiangshan Academy in Jiangling Prefecture and leave Mu Mansion."

Mu Feng's abdomen suddenly fell, and the sound of his body gurgled. The tumultuous blood and energy in his body were swelling. Under the heavy pressure of Elder Taiqing, he gradually raised his head and had a straight body. Although he was just a mortal, his strength and will were unexpected and illuminated.

"Okay, okay, Mu Yuan's son is indeed full of character!"

Elder Taiqing took a step forward, and was about to take action coldly to teach Mu Feng a lesson. Looking at his firm expression and upright figure, he suddenly gave up, snorted coldly and turned away. He took a step out of the rooftop, and his figure flashed and disappeared.

"Mother, let's go!"

As soon as Elder Taiqing left, the heavy pressure disappeared. Mu Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and helped his mother turn around and leave. From beginning to end, he didn't look at the old master not far away.

Immediately, he was about to leave the Mu Mansion and leave this important southern Xinjiang town far away. Perhaps, he would never come back and would not want to have more entanglements with the Mu Mansion.

Under the cold wind, Mu Feng helped his mother walk farther and farther away. Looking at his back as he was leaving, Mu Wuyan, who was floating in white, sighed and took his disciple Mu Qingling away, escaping into the thick clouds and fog.

"Wait for me, Brother Mufeng, you dead wood, wait for me..."

It was not until Mu Feng's figure disappeared that Mu Qingzhu reacted, stomped her feet angrily, and chased after her with the hem of her long skirt. Soon, the cold wind whistled towards the rooftop, and the only person in the hometown was left.

"Are I really wrong? Have you been all wrong over the years?"

The blind old master murmured to himself and looked back suddenly. Only then did he realize that the slave who had been standing quietly behind him had also left. He sat alone on the top of a high mountain towering into the clouds and felt lonely. After a long time, he stood up and flew away, returning to his former silence and calmness, with a firm expression.

"Mother, I'm sorry!" After staying away from the top of the mountain, Mu Feng felt a little guilty when he looked at his mother who had already grown tall and beautiful hair beside him.

"All things have been done, don't regret it anymore."

To Mu Feng's surprise, his mother did not scold or anger, but there was a hint of sorrow on her face, "Feng'er, you have grown up and your mother has nothing to teach. Rejecting Elder Taiqing's disciples is not a complete bad thing. You can go to Jiangling Mansion to study with peace of mind. However, in a few years, when you are twenty-one years old, you will have to suffer another disaster. Whether you can survive it depends on your own!"

"The child understands that he will find a solution in advance!"
Chapter completed!