The bones are strengthening, the strength is soaring, and blood is burning...

Mu Feng made a concerted effort to boost the spiritual power in his body.

With the nourishment of the blood beads, damaged tendons and veins are being repaired. Unfortunately, the two vital main veins of Shaoyin and Shaoyang have not improved much, and they cannot be repaired in one fell swoop. Every time the spiritual power is used to reach these two tendons and veins, it immediately becomes delayed, resulting in the inability to break through the last layer of constraints.

It is really regrettable that you can't even get through such a good opportunity. I don't know what kind of serious illness I had back then that actually damaged my tendons and veins to such a level!

Mu Feng screamed in regret and sighed.

With a loud crow of roosters, I had to helplessly stop the work and stand up. Looking up, there was a trace of fish belly white in the sky.

"Thunder sound crafts iron bones, but bones are not thunder sound!"

After taking a deep breath, Mu Feng shouted loudly, and then a dull bull whirlpool came out of his abdomen. Compared with before, there were more thunder sounds that appeared faintly, as if thunders exploded in his abdomen. Every muscle in his body was filled with explosive power. He punched it out, and before his fist could get a harsh sound boom.

The power of the two cows!

If it was as powerful as a bull before, now it has the power of two bulls, which has doubled.

Last night's retreat did not break through to the early stage of the Mortal Realm in one fell swoop, and it was still one last step before officially entering the threshold of cultivation. However, the strength soared sharply, even compared with some strong people in the middle stage of the Mortal Realm, it was no less than that of some powerful people in the middle stage of the Mortal Realm!

"If you have grudges, you are not a gentleman. Mu Qingyuan, be more arrogant, more sinister, and more despicable. Your good days are gone for a few days!"

Mu Feng's eyes were firm, and a cold light flashed across his eyes. Although he was a little regretful, his increasingly powerful force allowed him to see hope of revenge his previous shame.

There has never been a great witch who lives humiliatedly before, and there has been no such great witch who has lived in humiliation before, not now, and never again!

Mu Qingyuan, who bullies others with his power and is proud and arrogant, will definitely not be able to jump around for a few days; no matter how powerful the power is behind him, he will be destined to die in his own hands!

"Brother Mufeng, Mufeng, come out!"

Outside the door, a crisp sound suddenly came. Then, a girl about twelve or thirteen years old rushed in like a gust of wind, carrying a scent that was rushing towards her face.

The long hair is pitch black and soft, with a mink coat on the upper body and a pair of high-tube deerskin boots on the feet. It is exquisite and gorgeous, with the perfect size, and the exquisite facial features are shining brightly. Seeing Mu Feng standing behind the desk, she smiled and two sweet dimples appeared, "Brother Mu Feng, guess what I brought for you?"

"have no idea!"

Mu Feng smiled. Today is the annual Lantern Festival, with lights everywhere. When he saw the little wooden stick behind the girl, he knew what was going on, but he just didn't say it out loud.

The playful girl Mu Qingzhu in front of me is the granddaughter of the hometown owner, and he is also the most favored child of a family in the huge Mu Mansion. Over the years, every good day, the latter will bring him some novel gifts.

"Look, the red lantern, I sewed it myself, it's beautiful?" Mu Qingzhu took out the small lantern hidden behind her and hung it on the high wall. "Legendly, if you hang a red lantern at home on the Lantern Festival, your home will be prosperous this year and be safe. Brother Mufeng, I will help you grind ink and draw a painting. There are so many people in our Mu family, and your calligraphy and painting are the best!"

"I want to use it to deceive people again, saying that it was you who drew it?" Mu Feng smiled, and did not refuse, pulled open the chair and sat down, "Tell me, what are you drawing?"

"Who knows? If I know, I won't be able to find you!"

Mu Qingzhu shook her head, stretched out her soft little hand, added some water and gently polished it. After a while, a strong ink fragrance came from the small inkstone. She tilted her head and said, "Well..., don't want the color that is too light, don't want it too ordinary. Just be fresher, more novel, better..., better the sea or something."

"Is it so high to ask someone to do things?"

Mu Feng shook his head and smiled, pondered for a moment, dipped it in ink and then picked up the strokes.

At the dark dawn, boundless darkness enveloped the earth, only the distant horizon revealed a faint whiteness. A tall hill stands on the boundless seaside, facing the whistling hurricane. Many hundred-year-old trees were blown off in the waist, and were even uprooted. The violent hurricanes flew sand and stones, slapped thousands of waves.

However, on the high hills, in the place where the century-old trees were uprooted, there was a lush grass. Although it was weak and not worth mentioning compared to the century-old trees, it was tenaciously attached to the ground. Let it blow wind and rain, let it roar!

A hurricane passes through the hills, but the grass remains!

Hurricane passing through the road map!

The wind is fast and the time is slow, and the writing is as if there is a magical meaning. Soon, a vigorous and powerful landscape painting of ink is vividly displayed on the paper. The thick darkness and a ray of light in the sky, the violent hurricanes and the weak grass form a sharp and strong contrast! When you look at it roughly, you just feel it is beautiful. After savoring it carefully, a strong shock comes to your face!

It is easy to break if it is hard, just like a tall century-old tree. Only the grass that is clinging tightly to the ground in a low-key manner can you safely survive the violent storms!

A man is a mountain, and a man is a sea!

Mu Feng thought of his mother's warning again!

"pretty!"

Mu Qingzhu exclaimed, at a young age, he saw the similarity of the surface of the landscape painting, but did not further see the artistic conception of the calligraphy and painting. "Brother Mu Feng, please write a few words."

"Okay!"

Mu Feng picked up his pen again, and wrote the four big words "Hurricanes passing through the hills". The dragon and phoenix danced, and the strength penetrated the back of the paper.

"The hurricane...wind...pass...the hill..."

Mu Qingzhu paused word by word, blinking her beautiful big eyes, and she was full of beauty. When she grew up, she must have been another beauty who was fascinating to the whole country. Then she said, "Oh, I can't understand, Brother Mu Feng, why do you write so profoundly? Also, have you been to the beach? Why do you draw so similar and beautifully?"

Mu Feng smiled and said nothing about Mu Qingzhu's first question. After putting the brush aside, he slowly said: "I have never been to the beach, but I haven't been to it, which doesn't mean I don't know what it looks like. A man is a mountain, a sea, and the sea is in my heart!"

"Hate, you scholars are just confused about what you are talking about! However, Brother Mu Feng, you are so talented, I am sure that you will definitely be the number one literati of our Tongtian Dynasty in the future!" Mu Qingzhu stuck out her tongue, made a face, quickly rolled up the calligraphy and paintings, jumped and left, ready to take them back and show off to his friends.

Looking at her carefree back, Mu Feng smiled, pondered for a moment, and took out a turtle shell from his arms.

He bit his index finger and dripped a drop of blood. Then he pinched a mysterious witch seal with his hand and swelled the spiritual power in his body with force. The turtle shell in his hand began to slowly burn and crack, appearing like a spider web. A faint aura of fate immediately rippled in the air and permeated every corner of the room.

Ancient witchcraft - divination.

Based on the spiritual power in the body and the essence and blood of the natal world, we predict a person's future and destiny.

Mu Feng used a mysterious ancient witchcraft to pray for prediction of the future and avoid bad luck. Wait for a while, and after the tortoise shell cooled down, he looked down at the cracks on it, and his face changed drastically.

The hard turtle shell had a spider-web-like crack, but there was a clear horizontal pattern in the middle, which neatly divided the turtle shell into two halves, as if it had been cut with one size fit.

Very bad!

Mu Feng didn't believe in evil, so he took out a new turtle shell and did it again. The same was true, the crack in the middle was more obvious, which was a big bad thing. After trying several times in a row, the results were exactly the same!

"Why should it be in my mother's condition or..."

Thinking of the sinister and despicable Mu Qingyuan, Mu Feng's face turned gloomy.

A few months later, it was time to take the college entrance examination. Unfortunately being eliminated means that the road to studying literature and study has come to an end. At that time, my mother, who has always had high hopes, would be disappointed and would not even imagine. After luck, she would have to go to Xiangshan Academy in Jiangling Prefecture to study further and obtain the qualification to participate in the provincial entrance examination.

But it is thousands of miles away to Jiangling City, and my mother's health is getting worse and worse. In addition, a vicious young man who bullies others, how can I feel at ease to travel far?

"Cultivation, only by breaking through the bottleneck before leaving for Jiangling and officially entering the threshold of cultivation, can your status in the family be improved, and your mother's life will be guaranteed! The stronger your strength, the more secure it is!"

Mu Feng's eyes were firm and he quickly found the simplest and most effective method.

Destiny is complex and changeable, but as long as you grasp the general direction, even some small winds and waves will not be harmful!

As long as you successfully break through to the early stage of the mortal realm or even higher level, even if Mu Qingyuan is fierce or insidious, he will not dare to do anything to his mother. At least, after breaking through, you can avoid the soon-to-be-expired tribute money and directly crush the conspiracy of Mu Qingyuan, so as to prevent his mother from worrying and crying all day long.
Chapter completed!