The news that the Demon God Ghost Blood Wuying heard shocked Mu Feng and felt heavy pressure and strong anxiety.

After pondering for a while, he ignored the dissuasion of Xue Wuying and the Ghost Master Chu San, and decided to go to Sifang City in person to see the magnificent castle and inquire about all aspects of information.

"See Mr. Mu!"

"The chief executive has an order. If you have any needs, please give me the order!"

...

Seeing Mu Feng's figure, many maids and guards waiting outside bowed and bowed.

The Zhao Mansion is the leading major force in Sifang City, with extremely large power. The current Yuenu High Priest Zhao Shuangshuang comes from the Zhao Mansion and is the granddaughter of the old master. It can be imagined that the Zhao Mansion's power in Sifang City.

When many god-blessed soldiers and city defense soldiers searched all over the city and searched from house to house, it was quiet and became the only pure land that was undisturbed. The Zhao Mansion is so powerful that the guests who can live in the Zhao Mansion's villa are naturally extremely noble. Even if Mu Feng was wearing a long robe and looked ordinary, the maids and guards were extremely respectful and did not dare to neglect the slightest.

"Everyone gets up. If you see your chief manager, I'll say I'll go out for a walk alone."

Mu Feng gave a faint command and left. He walked out of the Zhao Mansion, which was guarded by heavy troops, and walked around the streets and alleys of Sifang City alone.

Perhaps it was because of the sudden chaos and the city was searching from house to house, there were fewer pedestrians on the streets. The crowded taverns and inns were deserted and deserted, and they were noisy. Unlike ordinary towns, there were many shops selling books, calligraphy, paintings and antiques here, and many of them had never seen Mu Feng. This is a matter of existence that the reputation of the Book City is worthy of.

Mu Feng, who was originally a poor scholar, was still a scholar at heart. He walked in almost every bookstore and looked around and looked through various books. Slowly, after walking for more than an hour, he accidentally came to a unique place. Although he was in the downtown area, there were large areas of green bamboos. From a distance, the bamboo shadows were swaying, and the blue bricks and black tiles were vaguely visible. When he got closer, he saw four big words "Purple Bamboo Academy" written above the gate.

Sifang City is known as the book city. What is the difference between the academies here and the academies in the world?

Mu Feng's eyes lit up, he pondered for a moment, and walked in.

When people were still outside, the large bamboo forests in the academy made people feel moved and relaxed. As the palace lord of Xiangshan Academy and Jiyuan Academy, he wanted to see what the difference is there in the academy here.

This academy is large and covers an area larger than the Xiangshan Academy. The buildings inside are also very distinctive, all of which are only one floor, but there are often many exquisite and lifelike reliefs on the eaves. When you look up, you will see the windows of the study rooms that are bright and clean, but unfortunately, there is no one in the desert. Maybe it is because of the chaos, the students all go home or leave the city.

"A gentleman is like a pine, standing on a cliff, unable to be beaten by wind and rain; a gentleman is like a bamboo, evergreen and taller all year round..."

Just as Mu Feng was walking around, a faint sound came from the bamboo forest in the distance.

Following the direction of the sound, Mufeng turned over a clear lake and stepped onto a forest path. On both sides of the path, the wind was heard, bamboo leaves swaying, and the ground was covered with unknown wild flowers and grass. When we arrived here, the air was particularly fresh. Before we walked far, a stream appeared in front of us, and the sound of gurgling water was endless.

Walking along the forest path, Mu Feng discovered a thatched cottage at the end of the path.

The room was small and looked very simple, but the windows were clear and the ground was cleaned, and there was no dust. In the thatched cottage, a middle-aged man whispered something while waving a huge wolf-haired pen in his hand, scattering it freely. Under his pen tip, a huge landscape painting appeared on the paper, becoming clearer and clearer.

Mu Feng walked over and saw a lifelike picture appeared in front of him.

Among the mountains and ridges, a steep peak is particularly towering, piercing the sky. At the foot of the mountain are large bamboo forests, with strange rocks everywhere on the mountain. Among the cracks of stones on the cliffs, thousands of years old pine trees may stand in between. Clear streams wind down from the top of the mountain, and finally gather into a river, scattering like a waterfall. On the top of the mountain, a middle-aged scholar was looking up at the moon, wearing a green robe and a tall crown on his head; in the distance, the mountains were undulating and snowy.

On the lower left side of the landscape painting, there is a couplet written, the first couplet is "Mountain is not mountain, water is not water", and the second couplet is "Mountain is still mountain, water is still water", and the second couplet is nominated for "Zifu Layman".

"Okay, good mountains, good water, good words!"

Mu Feng's eyes lit up and he cried out.

As a scholar, he has read poetry and books since he was a child, and he has some attainments in calligraphy and painting. However, compared with the middle-aged man in front of him wearing a green robe, he was far from the middle-aged man in front of him. In his mind, he quickly remembered another calligraphy master, Qi Guoyuan, who lived in seclusion in Xiangshan Academy. However, the latter is only good at calligraphy, but the middle-aged man in front of him is both proficient in calligraphy and painting and calligraphy. He does it casually, and is all the best works.

"Oh, young man, in your opinion, what's the good thing?"

The middle-aged scholar put down his pen and turned around to look at the uninvited Mu Feng, with a calm and natural expression. He did not feel displeased because of Mu Feng's admonition, nor did he feel as enthusiastic as Old Man Zhao, and his ordinary place was still unchanged; he seemed to devote his whole heart to the landscape calligraphy and paintings, not to be happy with things or to be sad with oneself.

"It's not that it's lifelike and realistic, but that the artistic conception of this landscape painting gives people the feeling of being transcendent and remote from the world at first glance. It seems that it turns into a tall scholar in the painting, standing alone on the top of the mountain, looking up at the bright moon in the sky!" Mu Feng blurted out without thinking.

Amazing, shocking, and still unfulfilled!

This painting by the middle-aged scholar gave him a stunning feeling. If the shock this painting gave him, perhaps only the map of mountains, rivers and country given to him by his master Ye Beigong can match it!

artistic conception?

The middle-aged man with a plain face lit up and looked at Mu Feng up and down and laughed, "Hahaha, okay, okay, I didn't expect that now, I could meet a distinguished guest. Young man, please try the tea I made myself!"

Military men meet with strength, while literati discuss the truth with literature and appreciate each other.

After listening to Mu Feng's explanation, the middle-aged scholar couldn't help but be called a confidant. He quickly made a pot of tea and invited Mu Feng to sit in the simple thatched cottage. At this time, Mu Feng looked at the middle-aged scholar sitting opposite him carefully, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became.

In the body of this middle-aged scholar, he could not sense a slight fluctuation of power, no true energy, nor divine power. He seemed to be just an ordinary person who could not practice. However, the heavenly court was full, his eyes were bright and bright, and there was a strong and righteous spirit in his body. He could not use martial arts like a cultivator. However, the casual devil, dark and evil aura could not be close to his body within three feet, so no evil could invade him! Like a saint, people dared not underestimate him at all!

The body becomes sanctified?
Chapter completed!