Chapter 76 Wutang

Mu Zifeng was not in a coma this time, but in a coma for three days. When he woke up, he saw Xiaotian sitting by the bed with her eyes closed and holding a towel in her hand.

Hearing the abnormal movement, Zhao Xiaotian quickly opened her eyes and saw that Mu Zifeng was still a little confused. She smiled and said, "You finally woke up. Can you move?"

"I'm not injured. Why can't I move?" Mu Zifeng sat up a little sober, and then he found that he was wearing a new suit. Fortunately, the dragon suit and jade ring inside were still there.

"You have been in a coma for three days. Tomorrow is when you enter the imperial arsenal, the fifteenth master has sent someone to see it seven times. However, Fengyu Wang, the ancestor of the poet, said that you were not injured, but only slightly damaged your vitality, so you have been unconscious.

Mu Zifeng nodded, "King Fengyu is very powerful. He has been able to become a soldier with a little momentum alone. And he just used a move at will. If he did his best, the killing power would be unimaginable.

Zhao Xiaotian smiled and said carelessly, "Don't worry, King Fengyu and my ancestors are best friends. Since he knows that you are my ancestors, he will test you at most and won't do anything to you. I heard from the ancestor that he has cultivated to the three layers of military realm, and he can condense the power of heaven and earth into all kinds of attack soldiers by waving his hands, which is extremely powerful.

Mu Zifeng got up and put on his prepared martial arts uniform and felt refreshed after a little tidying up. Three days ago, the qi and blood in his body were oppressed by the innate power of the wind feather king. At that time, he was on the verge of collapse. Fortunately, the jade ring saved him in time, and they mistakenly thought that his terrible explosive power was related to the ring, which was better.

Stretch your limbs and waist bones, and feel that your qi and blood have increased a little for three days in a coma.

"Zifeng." Zhao Xiaotian stopped talking, and her face was a little embarrassed and struggling.

Mu Zifeng looked back at her and asked strangely, "If you have anything to say, but if it is related to entering the imperial arsenal, don't say anything. You have stimulated two blood forces, and your strength is improving all the time. It's easy to break through to the practice environment, and you don't need to take risks.

"It's not about this." Zhao Xiaotian lowered her head and whispered, "Shirong has known your identity for a long time."

Mu Zifeng's body was stiff, and there was silence in the room for a while before he said, "When I knew her maid Miaomiao returned to the capital from Hexi, I had already guessed this in my heart. Well, let's go back to the palace to prepare to enter the imperial arsenal tomorrow.

Zhao Xiaotian saw that Mu Zifeng looked as usual and didn't know what he was thinking. She quickly said, "King Fengyu has told you that when you wake up, he will let you go to the Shifu Martial Arts Hall and say that there may be something you are interested in."

"Since the ancestor has explained, let's go there."

Wutang is a place where the core disciples of Shifu usually practice. The venue is very large, much wider than Zhaofu's martial arts practice field. There are rows of weapons standing in it, and there are not some excellent weapons.

When Mu Zifeng entered the Wutang, only Shi Tianqi was practicing. If his breath was there, he obviously stood there. If he didn't look at it with his eyes, he thought there was no one here.

"No wonder this guy wants to be an assassin. The martial arts he practiced seems to be tailored for assassins." Just as Mu Zifeng was about to walk in, he stopped to feel the surrounding environment carefully, and then looked at the little sweet around him.

Zhao Xiaotian seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and nodded slightly and whispered, "His power has attracted the change of heaven and earth, and it seems that he will soon be promoted to the realm of master.

Shi Tianqi finished his work at this time. He quickly smiled when he saw someone coming, "Your Excellency, you finally woke up. If you continue to sleep like this, I will be tossed to death by my little sister."

"Well, what happened?" Mu Zifeng asked puzzledly.

Shi Tianqi looked at Zhao Xiaotian, grinned and said, "Little sweet girl has been taking care of you in the room. My sister is embarrassed to go in and have a look by herself, so she forces me to explore the situation every hour or two. I've been busy visiting you these days, and even put down my practice for the time being.

"No, I didn't stay for him all the time. That's what Sister Shirong asked me to do. Brother Tianqi, if you talk nonsense again, I will tell Sister Rong to go.

As soon as he heard that she was going to complain, Shi Tianqi immediately surrendered. He waved his hand and said, "Come on, just think my head is hot and talk nonsense." Come on, Commander, the ancestor has told me that you can visit this martial arts hall as you like, and you can take it away whatever you like.

Mu Zifeng looked around and raised his hand to point, "Does it also include the ink sword?"

Shi Tianqi immediately lowered his head, nodded, and said with some guiltyness, "If you like it, of course you can. But..."

"Zifeng, that ink sword is the sword that Tianqige has been using. It has a name of 'Deadly Blade'. It is rumored that it was left by an assassin who practiced his spirit hundreds of years ago, but unfortunately, Tianqi only got this sword, but he did not get the king-level martial arts of that ancestor. You'd better not take away people's love. There are other peerless swords in this martial arts hall.

Mu Zifeng looked at Shi Tianqi in surprise. Seeing his pleading face, he knew that the boy must have concealed the matter. Judging from his performance in the Valley of Beast that night, his assassination technique is extremely strange, which is not the power that heavenly martial arts can have at all.

"It doesn't matter if you don't get it. In fact, people's energy is limited. If you practice two king-level martial arts at the same time, it may be counterproductive." Mu Zifeng's meaning is that this poem Tianqi is only in his early 20s. In fact, he should have cultivated to the realm of the master long ago, but the progress is relatively slow, which is related to the two king-level martial arts practice.

Mu Zifeng slowly looked in the martial arts hall that the weapons in it were accumulated over the years, and naturally they were not ordinary. There are 18 kinds of weapons, but Mu Zifeng has only practiced seven-kill swordsmanship and wind and thunder swordsmanship, and he doesn't know other weapons except swords.

Nowadays, his Guixi sword is rarely used, because after his ten fingers opened the heavenly cave, after such a long period of practice, he has been able to condense the soft power of the dark force, which refers to the power of the sword.

The sword stored here is not famous. Mu Zifeng looked carefully and finally saw the last one. At a glance, he took the sword and carefully observed the texture of the surface of the scabbard.

A cloud is lifelike and exquisitely carved. With a slight twitch, the cold light is shining, and the murderous spirit is Lingran.

"What a good sword." Mu Zifeng sincerely praised.

Shi Tianqi said proudly, "That's right, this sword was forged by the previous owner of the Western Yun family, and its quality is not weaker than that of the ink sword. If the leader likes it, you can take it away.

It was another Yun family in the Western Regions. Mu Zifeng stroked the scabbard. The main reason why he looked carefully was that the shape of the sword was similar to his own Guixi sword, but the sword body was missing a 'cloud' word.

"In the future, after returning to my hometown, I must ask my mother about the Yun family in the Western Regions." Mu Zifeng put down the sword and didn't mean to take it away. His biggest dependence was immortal magic, boxing, and practicing swordsmanship was only temporarily excessive.

Xingyi Baquan has been cultivated to a bottleneck, and he is looking for a way to make a breakthrough. Only by cultivating the eight fists of the form and meaning to the peak can you have the opportunity to practice the eight methods of the holy church, which is the essence of immortal magic.

"Don't adults like any of them?" Shi Tianqi asked, and he blocked his ink sword sideways.

"The sword is a good sword, but it may not be suitable for me." Mu Zifeng looked at all the weapons and looked at the whole martial arts hall. There is a huge calligraphy and painting hanging on the east wall. The word 'kill' in the center is strong, and the pen is like a dragon and tiger.

Suddenly, the mind will shake, and the word 'kill' contains a momentum and a spirit. Mu Zifeng took a few steps towards that, and his eyes condensed his eyes to see it thoroughly. Suddenly, the word 'kill' seemed to come to life and evolved into countless small 'kill' words, and each word evolved into a soldier who rushed to the battlefield.

The beacon fire is full of fire, banners and drums, and blood blooming.

The roar in his mind became louder and louder, and Mu Zifeng felt as if he was in the battlefield of a million troops, wearing armor and killing horses. The sky condensed an indelible killing spirit, and the blood in the body was boiling, and the fighting spirit could not be improved.

"Kill, kill, kill." Mu Zifeng was like a giant beast, roaring out three killing words in a row. The illusion in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the hanging on the wall was still just a calligraphy and painting.

"Zifeng, are you all right?"

Mu Zifeng slowly returned to normal, and his heart turned upside down. The feeling just now was very realistic and immersive.

Looking back, Zhao Xiaotian and Shi Tianqi stood there with ugly faces, and there was more doubt in their surprise.

"Son Shi, whose hand did this calligraphy come from?"

Shi Tianqi coughed gently. The strong murderous intention that broke out on Mu Zifeng just now gave him an impulse to escape. What could happen just by looking at the calligraphy and painting?

Shi Tianqi took the first two steps and took a closer look. It was a very ordinary calligraphy and painting. He couldn't help saying, "This calligraphy and painting was handwritten by another ancestor of my poet. He was born in the army and almost lost his achievements when he hit the air. Later, it was said that he was inexplicably promoted because he wrote this calligraphy and painting.

"Oh, by the way, that ancestor is good at calligraphy and is a first-class talent. This painting was originally stored in the underground library, but later it felt empty when the martial arts hall was built, so it was turned over and hung on. Lord, do you also like calligraphy?

Mu Zifeng shook his head, and he didn't know anything about calligraphy.

"This calligraphy and painting is not simple. If possible, I would like to sit in front of this calligraphy and painting for a day. I don't know if this requirement is too much?"

"Of course, there is no problem." Shi Tianqi said quickly, but he was a little puzzled, "Your Excellency, is this painting really not as simple as it looks?"

Although Shi Tianqi is the prince of the poetry mansion, he does not have the bad habits of those noble princes. He speaks bluntly, is frank and unconventional. Mu Zifeng appreciates him very much.

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