Deep in the mu Mansion, on a smoke-filled platform, a girl in white was sitting upright. She was wearing a white light robe, with long sleeves fluttering, and beneath her curved eyebrows was a clear spring. From a distance, she looked like a fairy walking out of the fairyland. The spotless white robe had a transcendent and light aura.

I want to ride the wind and go back,

I am afraid of the jade building and jade pavilion;

It's colder at high places,

...

The girl in white lowered her head and murmured softly. In the sky, a row of egrets flew past. With his right hand turned, the leading egret fell down, impartially and just landed on her hand.

The five fingers are spreading, and there is no restraint. The egrets struggling with wings cannot fly out. Although their faces are beautiful, they are frosty, like a thousand-year-old iceberg without a smile. After a long time, when the right hand is loose, the egrets on their hands are finally able to spread their wings and fly high, and disappear into the white clouds in the sky in the blink of an eye.

If Mu Feng was present, he suddenly discovered that the girl in white was the first to appear on the day of baptism. Mu Qingling, a genius girl with the bloodline of the heavenly level. An enviable disciple who is the Supreme Elder Mu Wuyan!

"Sister Qingling, Sister Qingling, see what I brought to you?"

While the girl in white pondered, Mu Qingzhu jumped behind her, hid her right hand behind her, holding a scroll.

"Qingzhu, when can you calm down and practice with peace of mind?" Seeing the playful Mu Qingzhu, the white-clothed girl Mu Qingling's cold pretty face finally showed a smile.

"I personally painted a landscape painting and gave it to you to see if you like it?"

Mu Qingzhu took out the calligraphy and paintings, and her mouth was sweeter than honey.

"You..."

Mu Qingling shook her head and smiled. No one knows the personality of Mu Qingzhu better than her. If she could calm down and draw a painting, she would probably not be able to break through in the early stage of the mortal realm. After opening the calligraphy and paintings, she glanced casually. She was going to just behave like to satisfy Mu Qingzhu's vanity, but unexpectedly, after taking a look, her eyes could no longer be separated.

Good picture!

What a hurricane picture!

After taking a closer look, Mu Qingling's eyes lit up, "Qingzhu, who painted this painting?"

"I got up this morning and listened to the sound of the forest outside the window. I drew it with a flash of inspiration. How about it, it looks good?"

Mu Qingzhu smiled. After a long time, she saw Mu Qingling looking at him with a smile, smiling without saying a word, obviously not believing, so she had to tell the truth, "Okay, okay, I can't deceive you every time. This painting was written by Brother Mu Feng, and was specially painted for you. I just ran away and sent it for him."

"Oh, Mu Feng? That weak scholar who was seriously ill when he was a child, had damaged his muscles and veins, and could not practice since childhood?"

Mu Qingling's tone was plain, and she obviously didn't believe Mu Qingzhu's nonsense. The scene of Mu Feng's whole body soaking in the blood pool on the day of baptism appeared in her mind.

The words are like the person, and the paintings are like the heart!

Unexpectedly, Mu Feng, the weak scholar, had such an artistic conception. In time, he would definitely make a name for himself!

Unfortunately, my tendons and veins have been severely damaged since I was unable to practice and could only learn literature. No matter how powerful I am, I can only be a high-ranking official and have a strong power. Life is short, and a hundred years have passed quickly. No matter how great my talent is, it will eventually turn into a cup of loess. Otherwise, there will definitely be another great figure in the Mu Mansion in the future!

"Yes, Brother Mu Feng's literary talent is so good. In the future, he will definitely be the number one person in our Tongtian Dynasty! Apart from him, there is no first in literature."

Seeing Mu Qingling know Mu Feng, Mu Qingzhu nodded quickly and his tone changed, "But, Sister Qingling, do you know? Because you can't practice, you are just a weak scholar. Brother Mu Feng has never known how much hardships and how much bullying he has suffered since he was a child! Especially that bastard Mu Qingyuan always bullies people, and on the day of baptism, he threatened to tear Brother Mu Feng. Sister Qingling, you are so powerful, after you awaken your bloodline, you suddenly broke through to the elite realm. Can you help Brother Mu Feng?"

Mu Qingzhu's eyes were red, her face was full of smiles just now, and tears filled her eyes in the blink of an eye. I felt pity for her.

"It's normal for me to know how to practice, I don't have the strength, and it's normal for me to be bullied."

Mu Qingling's tone was cold, and even Mu Qingzhu was not moved by asking for it personally. "Qingzhu, you have to remember that life is short and we must hurry up and practice. Otherwise, when the deadline comes, no one can save anyone! Mu Qingyuan is just a timid playboy, and Liang doesn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary. Don't worry. The one who really needs to be careful is his brother, Mu Tie, who is known as the eldest son of the Mu Mansion, don't make enemies with him easily!"

Speaking of Mu Tie, who is also known as the genius of the Mu family, Mu Qingling's face was solemn. He reminded Mu Qingzhu to leave after a few words, and took a step directly from the edge of the cliff, and disappeared in a flash.

The tower is facing the sky, the tower is asking the sky.

He stepped out and seemed to ascend to the legendary fairyland without a trace!

"Hi, Sister Qingling, Sister Qingling..."

Mu Qingzhu stomped her feet and screamed a few times, then she had to turn around and leave. Unconsciously, the calligraphy and paintings she brought had disappeared at some point, and she ran faster and faster with anger.

When Mu Qingzhu climbed the rooftop surrounded by clouds and mist, Mu Feng came to the back mountain again.

Before the sun rose and the earth was covered with a layer of mist, it was the best time to pick herbs. Not long after, the basket of herbs was filled with herbs. Although it was not worth much money to sell, it was better than nothing.

sand……

After bent down and picked a mugwort plant, he heard a gentle sound of footsteps again. When he looked back, a thin figure shook by and hid behind a big tree.

"court death!"

Mu Feng snorted coldly, pretending to find nothing, and continued to walk deeper into the mountains, his face getting colder and colder.

As soon as he left Mu's mansion, he found that he was being followed. He used his toes to figure out what was going on. Apart from the evil young man Mu Qingyuan, who else is so bored, so sinister and despicable?

Originally, he thought that the guy he was following was just like a few days ago, and he just wanted to follow the mountain at the foot of the mountain. Unexpectedly, this time, the guy he was following was unyielding and followed closely along the way.

With such a tail, how can you practice?

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. Originally, he wanted to calm down and not want to cause trouble again. But since the other party is aggressive and does not know how to advance or retreat, he can't blame him. If he doesn't teach that guy and his accomplice a deep lesson, they still think they are easy to bully and become more and more frugal!

Thinking of Mu Qingyuan's insidiousness and despicability, Mu Feng's murderous intent is great!

Sand, rust...

The thin monkey was careful and looked at Mu Feng's back and followed him from a distance, cautiously.

Although he was not weak and had reached the early stage of the mortal realm, he was much stronger than Mu Feng, a weak scholar who could not practice, but he did not dare to be careless in his heart. He always felt something was wrong. That night, he wiped Mu Qingyuan's scalp and the javelin that was deeply rooted in the tree was still vivid in his mind.

How could a weak scholar who can't practice have such great power and such fierce attacks?

The thin monkey couldn't figure it out, and it was because of this that he was extra careful.

Among Mu Qingyuan's many guards, he is almost the weakest and has the least courage. But what do you rely on to be successful over the years?
Chapter completed!