Chapter 75 Guess (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day)

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"Insurable momentum, you don't use true power, how can you burst out such infinite momentum? Ronger, bring him to see me.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a voice echoed in everyone's ears. When Mu Zifeng heard the sound, he immediately knew that the movement here had shocked the practicing ancestors hidden in the poetry house.

The four elders of the poetry house, Shi Tianqi and Shi Rong, and the little marquis immediately knelt down respectfully.

"Your Excellency, the ancestor wants to meet you. Hurry up and follow Miss there." Elder Xin's breath eased a lot. It was not only because of Mu Zifeng's power, but also because the ancestor of a poetry house wanted to see him. You should know that even if the tenth master came to the door, the ancestor had never appeared.

Shirong looked at Mu Zifeng with complicated eyes and whispered, "Your Excellency, please."

Mu Zifeng looked at her leaving back, and his heart was also very uneasy. He restrained his thoughts, signaled the rest of the poetry house and followed.

Follow Shirong to the backyard in the house, and a moment later, he came to a small door.

"Ancestor, the person you want to see has been brought."

"Rong'er, come in with him."

Shirong was stunned, but she still reached for the door and walked in. This is an independent courtyard. Although it is almost late autumn, the temperature here is still very mild, with hundreds of flowers blooming and fragrant.

There are two people standing among the flowers, a man and a woman, both of whom look only in their forties. They look intimate and have a faint smile on their faces.

Mu Zifeng saw these two people and bowed down quickly, "The younger generation visited the two ancestors."

Good boy, there are two practicing ancestors hidden in the small poetry house, which is really unattractable. Mu Zifeng tried his best to calm down, but he didn't know if they were all the ancestors of the poetry family.

Shirong did not kneel down, but stood there honestly with a serious look.

"Exit's free." The man turned around and looked at Mu Zifeng. First, he was a little curious, then frowned, and then he was meditating. Finally, he turned his head to look at the woman beside him, "Sister, what do you think?"

"I can't see through it, but there seems to be a strange breath fluctuation on his chest, which is very weak." A woman must have been a peerless beauty when she was young. Although her years have passed, the passage of time has made her a little more plump.

"Oh. Sister, you have practiced the second level of heaven and man, especially good at observing qi. It seems that this boy is really a little strange. The man smiled gently, "This little guy has been quite tossing around recently. I don't know where to get such a genius. Can you tell me your origin?"

Mu Zifeng was very uncomfortable to be stared at by their eyes, but he also had a strange feeling that if he really wanted to refuse, he was afraid that he would suffer the disaster at the next moment. The ancestor who practiced his spirit was no longer what he could speculed.

"Don't say it? Then the king will let you say it willingly. The poet's ancestor waved his hand gently and saw that Shirong was dragged to him by an invisible force. Then he stretched out his finger, and the air above the courtyard directly turned into a huge hammer.

The hammer is not nihilistic, but completely substantial. This kind of means of becoming a soldier shocked Mu Zifeng, and the blood of his whole body was beating violently. This is an extreme warning stimulated by the crisis and a kind of killing force that can't be resolved at all.

The hammer had not yet fallen, and the momentum emanating from it had been shrouded, and the silky softness directly shook his martial arts suit into pieces, revealing the dragon suit inside and the jade ring hanging around his neck.

The qi and blood in Mu Zifeng's body were not controlled by himself at all. He felt that his whole body was stiff, shrouded in a murderous breath, floating on the stormy waves.

"What's that? Brother, stop it quickly."

Although the poet's ancestor was puzzled, he still said it again. The huge hammer above his head suddenly decomposed and disappeared, and the invincible killing momentum in the courtyard disappeared without a trace.

The woman walked lightly to Mu Zifeng. Her eyes fell on the jade ring on his chest, and her eyes changed a lot. "How can it be so similar? It's impossible, but..."

Mu Zifeng's body returned to freedom, gasped heavily, and the bean-sized sweat rolled down on his face.

"Sister, do you know this jade ring?" The poet's ancestor came forward, and the sister in front of him was not simple.

"The material of this ring is very special. If you see it correctly, it should come from the peak outside the sky." The woman's tone was solemn, and she looked carefully again.

"What, the peak of the sky, sister, do you mean the Taoist?" The poet's ancestor was a little more surprised, and his eyes at Mu Zifeng changed a little.

"He is definitely not the descendant of the seeker. I have seen this jade ring in three people." The woman looked at it for a long time before withdrawing her eyes. Her eyes had calmed down, and her face was still smiling. She nodded to Mu Zifeng, "The person the old man looks at will never be wrong. Brother, let them solve the problems of the younger generation by themselves, and we don't want to interfere more. Now that even the elderly have appeared, it seems that the change of imperial power of the Shengyuan Empire should also have a general direction.

"Sister, what do you mean?"

"I already know his origin. Ha ha, no wonder this boy is not timid at all when he sees us. Although he has just changed his blood situation, he has been able to burst out with infinite momentum. All this is the role of the jade ring. Ronger, take him down and treat him well. Don't neglect the distinguished guests.

"Yes, ancestor."

Mu Zifeng bowed to the two of them and then walked out firmly, but as soon as he came out of the door, the sky swirled in front of him. The darkness devoured his mind and fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

"Zifeng." Shirong was shocked and blurted out 'Zifeng'.

"Child, he just passed out. It's okay to rest for a day."

The poet's ancestor said so, and Shirong was relieved. She was also a master of foreign power in Pannirvana, so it was easy to help Mu Zifeng leave.

In the garden, the poet's ancestor asked strangely, "Sister, what is the origin of the jade ring?" You are an elite disciple of Lingshan. You know more than your brother. You might as well say it.

"Do you know why the master of Lingshan is called the little saint? That's because he is not the real master. There is also a great saint above the little saint, but the great saint has not appeared in the mountain for thousands of years, but everyone knows that he is still alive. Because in this thousand years, he has successively accepted three disciples, three evil talents that shocked the world.

The poet's eyes lit up and looked a little excited, "You mean the King of Five elements, King of Optimus and the King of Light and Darkness."

"Yes, the three of them are the descendants of the Great Sage, and each of them wears the same jade ring." The woman sighed, "Whether I identified it wrong or not, this is a thing that cannot be ignored. If it is correct, it means that the Great Sage has appeared again and is ready to receive the fourth disciple. Once this disciple has cultivated his spirit, he can directly enter the spiritual mountain of martial arts. In a few years, a demonic talent who will deter the world will appear again. Let's report this matter to Lingshan immediately. It's better to be prepared for the genius competition.

"Great Lord!" The poet's ancestor muttered to himself, "The tenth master has always wanted to marry our poet, but I am not optimistic about him. Once this person ascends the throne, he is likely to become a tyrant and a sacred weapon of the empire, which is unfavorable to hundreds of millions of people.

"Has the senior brother made a decision?"

"Haha, if my sister hadn't come here today, we wouldn't have met that boy or known his origin. It seems that he is doomed. By the way, did you really not meet the young child once?

The woman thought and shook her head, "I'm relieved to see that his life is very good. Brother, you still need to take care of him. Well, although his bloodline is noble, he is born with a yang body. The power of his bloodline can't be stimulated at all, so let him be a free life in the secular world.

In the room, Shirong sat quietly by the bed and looked at the unconscious Mu Zifeng. At the beginning of the year, her father suddenly told her about a marriage from her little finger and specially brought her back from Lingshan.

At first, she was still a little puzzled. Later, she realized that it was the tenth master who wanted to marry the poetry house in order to win the throne, but the tenth master's son was really incapable, so the poet had to recall Shi Rong and mention her about the marriage.

Marrying an ordinary man is a thousand times better than marrying a man who is evil and greedy.

The birthdays and eight characters of the two sides have been exchanged, but later there was news that the third son of Mufu died suddenly, which was simply shocking news. Although Miss Shi has not yet left the cabinet, the news that Lord Shi, the minister of the Ministry of War, refused the proposal of the tenth master and married his only daughter to the son of a young merchant Jia is still well known.

After all, Shirong is a new adult girl, and her education is also aristocratic etiquette. The common sense of human relationship has penetrated into her mind, so she has been deeply shocked. For a long time, she has been depressed and happy without saying a word. If it hadn't been for the help of the little magic doctor Yun Qing, I'm afraid I wouldn't have come out of that blow now.

After the First World War, her maid Miao Miao also returned from Hexi. Based on the recent rumors, Shirong was very sure that the unconscious Zifeng leader in front of her was Mu Zifeng, the third son of Mu Mansion, who was married.

I heard that he has been weak since he was a child and can't practice martial arts at all. Now he not only has not died, but has turned into a dragon dragon. He has been reborn and become the most powerful helper around the fifteenth master. Previously, I learned from the dialogue between the ancestors that there may be a big man behind him. Shi Rong said a few words to herself and heard the footsteps outside the house.

Shi Tianqi pushed the door in with a set of clean clothes and looked at Mu Zifeng, who was in a coma, "Sister, he is about the same size as me. Let's wear this dress first."

After putting down his clothes, he whispered, "Zhao's little sweet girl came over, as if she came to find him. You have been good friends since you were a child, or go out to meet first.

"Little sweet sister is here." Shirong really showed unexpected joy.