Chapter 77 Bone Grave (1/3)

Thank you for reminding the book friend [Ji Puppet] that the content of chapter 76 was repeated yesterday and has been corrected. Today, it will be updated to make up for the mistake.

This calligraphy and painting is the handwriting left by a poet and an ancestor hundreds of years ago. A killing word contains many true meanings of martial arts. After they left, Mu Zifeng's eyes glanced at the rows of small words.

"The smoke rises, and the rivers and mountains shake; the banners are displayed, and the drums are thunderous; the blood becomes a river, and the heroic soul is immortal, and the golden iron horse builds to build a fortress. Pull the bow and shoot down the nine skies; the horse hiss, sweeping thousands of troops; the warrior's bones are not allowed, and millions of heroes step on the song.

Kill, kill, kill!"

Mu Zifeng has been reading for most of his life since he was a child, so although his attainments in poetry are not very high, he can also distinguish the advantages and disadvantages of a word. The short words filled in this picture are very simple and seem to lack literary talent, but it can make people deeply feel the cruelty of the war, the fearlessness of soldiers, and the heroism of blood.

The whole word was written around a 'kill'. It seems that the ancestor of the poet dyed the lives and blood of thousands of people, so when he hit the big hole of life and death, his heart was haunted, but because of this word, he put his accumulated murderous intentions in this calligraphy and painting, so he dangerously advanced.

Ordinary people really can't feel the essence of this calligraphy and painting, because this murderous intention is so powerful that it has condensed into a killing soul.

Mu Zifeng stood in front of the painting and slowly felt the murderous intention. Such a stop was day and night.

"Zifeng."

When Zhao Xiaotian walked into the Wutang, she saw that he was still concentrating on what he was feeling. She couldn't help but be secretly surprised. This calligraphy and painting has been hanging for many years, and poets regard it as decoration. How can they be as crazy as him?

Mu Zifeng recovered from meditation and looked back at Xiaotian, "Let's go."

"Zifeng, what's the secret of this painting?"

Zhao Xiaotian is curious, and poets are more curious, but they are embarrassed to ask.

Mu Zifeng smiled and said, "The ancestor of the poet told me how to attack the atmosphere in the calligraphy and painting room."

"Ah, is this true?" Zhao Xiaotian doesn't believe it.

"Half true and half false." Mu Zifeng thought for a moment and added, "The person who understands it is real, and what he doesn't understand is false. It varies from person to person."

"You always speak so unfathomable. By the way, Sister Shirong, don't go and have a look."

Mu Zifeng paused and continued to move forward after hesitating. "What can I say? The imperial arsenal is about to open. I don't know how many talents will be buried in it, including me. But this is an opportunity. If I don't enter, it will be very difficult for me to break through the realm of Pan Nirvana, let alone practice.

Zhao Xiaotian didn't say anything more. She knew that once Mu Zifeng decided, it was thoughtful, especially when it came to emotional aspects, which was difficult to sort it out. If she didn't sort it out, it would go smoothly after a long time. These truths were told by Mrs. Shenwei in private.

Back to the fifteenth master's mansion in the palace, all the leaders and ministers of Wuwen have gathered together. As soon as Mu Zifeng arrived, those people got up and saluted to show their respect.

First, Mu Zifeng's strength was recognized by them, and his status was also very high, holding the power of life and killing, although he had only 30 soldiers, which was pitiful compared with other battalions of Jin Yuwei. However, soldiers are not expensive, and more than 30 people are enough to make the rest of the battalions restless.

Six martial arts master masters, 24 masters of Panniang, this power can even beat those thousands of battalions. In addition to Jin Yuwei, they are those civil and military ministers who deal with political affairs. Because of their existence, the fifteenth master's political affairs can be unified.

Most of the people here don't know each other, so he can only politely punch those adults.

"Zifeng, you have finally returned home. I am going crazy these days. If you don't come back, the army will kidnap you back home. The fifteenth master laughed and pointed to the empty seat on his left, "Come on, sit next to me."

The higher the position, the more noble the status will be. Mu Zifeng saw that his seat was next to Prince Yu, but those people of the Phantom Marquis were still ranked ten. When he was considering whether to refuse, Prince Yu said, "Zifeng, you have made great contributions, and you are qualified to sit here."

Mu Zifeng could only sit next to Prince Yu, "The fifteenth master forgives me. Something has happened in the poetry house these days, so..."

"Haha, Zifeng doesn't need to explain. King Fengyu has already told me." The fifteenth master was in a good mood. He looked around him and said, "Master Zifeng, all the ministers and workers present here are very familiar with it. Today, I will call you to announce something important to announce. First, Lord Shang Shushi of the Ministry of War has determined to support my prince. Second, the knife and axe mercenary will hide the forbidden objects of the imperial court, which has been firmly proved that the emperor is very happy. Third, the imperial arsenal will be opened, and the candidates to enter will be announced soon.

The ministers below immediately whispered to each other, and all of them were overjoyed. The minister of the Ministry of War supports the fifteenth master, which means that the poet supports the fifteenth master's accession to the throne, which is a turning point. No wonder the fifteenth master is so happy today. Since Zifeng has been in the poetry mansion for several days, the change in his attitude towards the poetry mansion should be related to him.

This credit is not only great. Once the fifteenth master succeeds in ascending the throne, he will be the minister of the stock market and will be authoritative in the future.

"Well, all the ministers are quiet, and the uncle will announce the list of entering the imperial arsenal."

Prince Yu unfolded a brocade silk in front of him, and his names were read one by one. The first was Mu Zifeng, and then the Phantom Marquis, the six orthodox leaders of Jin Yuwei, and a genius warrior of the martyr generation. In the end, he also read Shi Tianqi in the poetry house.

There are 33 people in total. After reading all of them, Prince Yu said, "The imperial arsenal will be opened on time at midnight today. All the entrants will be sent to any place immediately. As soon as the trial time comes, they will be automatically sent back. All those who enter will live and die."

Soon the meeting ended and disbanded, and those who were selected stayed, all nervous and worried.

On the contrary, Mu Zifeng was still recalling the words of the fifteenth master. The poet was originally neutral, and the tenth master wanted to win over the poet at some cost, but he never succeeded. Unexpectedly, I went to the poetry house. I wanted to make it clear with Shirong face to face, but the matter of King Fengyu came out.

It seems that the poet's attitude has changed and he really can't be separated from himself. The biggest possibility is because of the jade ring on his chest.

Fortunately, although he did not make it clear to Shirong, because of Zhao Xiaotian's arrival, it solved the embarrassment between the two, which should be a more ideal ending.

"Deputy leader, how are the three leaders of the knife and axe mercenary party now?"

"Your Excellency, their injuries have been controlled, and there will be no problem with the magic doctor of Beijing Medical Shop. Now he is placed in the heavenly prison camp for retreat, and there is no shortage of all kinds of healing drugs, which must have recovered as before in a few months. At that time, as long as they are willing to stay, the strength of my prison camp will increase again. After saying that, the Phantom Marquis also looked at the other six commanders proudly.

If the three masters really stay, there will be ten light masters in the prison camp that day. Coupled with Mu Zifeng, a super master, this strength has steadily occupied the top of Jin Yuwei.

There is struggle where there is power, even for people in the same camp. Mu Zifeng took all this in his eyes and strengthened his mind. After the position of Donggong was determined, he resigned as the leader. He did not want to be entangled by the secular world. The pursuit of more powerful power was his goal in life.

In the middle of the night, a loud and long-standing bell sounded in the palace.

"Is it time?"

"Your Excellency, the fifteenth master has explained that we are the third batch."

After another half hour, when the bell rang for the third time, Mu Zifeng and others walked to the inner palace. Along the way, the praetorian guards were very strict. No matter what your identity is, you can only shrink back when you get there.

People came to a narrow square surrounded by tall and solid walls with a three-meter diameter aperture on the ground. The aperture swallowed a force of heaven and earth, and the light shone, and the narrow space was like day.

"What is that?" Mu Zifeng saw such a magical scene for the first time and asked curiously.

"Your Excellency, this is the transmission array, which has been passed down a long time ago. It is said that this was laid by an old senior in Lingshan, a holy place of martial arts. Only the innate power can stimulate it. After standing, it can be transmitted to another place through a few breaths, and the longest distance can reach thousands of miles.

Phantom Hou knows a lot, "The larger the transmission array, the more powerful the innate power, the farther the transmission distance."

"Shut up and stand up in turn." The golden armor general standing next to the transmission array shouted in a low voice. He was also a martial arts master, but his breath was very strong. At least eight layers of Mu Zifeng's group were not as good as him.

In addition, his identity was too high and he was fighting for power. Those people immediately calmed down, and even the Phantom Hou couldn't help muttering and closing his mouth.

Mu Zifeng stood up first, and then saw Shi Tianqi rushing from the crowd to the front and standing next to Mu Zifeng. The corners of his mouth were still smiling and holding his fists at him.

The transmission array can stand six people at a time. When the number of people is full, Mu Zifeng feels a powerful devouring force under his feet, and he seems to be sucked into another space.

The feet suddenly loosened, and the body rotated uncontrollably. Only the sound of wind was heard in my ears, and my eyes could not be opened.

With a bang, Mu Zifeng felt that his buttocks hit something hard, and the devouring power on his body had disappeared, and the smell in his nose was a little turbid, and even had a bad smell.

When I opened my eyes, I was suddenly confused. What the hell is this place? Mu Zifeng looked around, full of white bones. Among those white bones, there are human bones, some animal bones, some have been rotten and weathered, and some are still very white. Looking around, there is no end to the white bone earth, and there are mountains farther away.

He stood up and saw that he had just sat on a huge animal skull. Stepping on the white bone, there is a click sound under his feet. There was no trace around, no birds in the sky, not even a trace of wind, quiet and terrible.

"Is this the sleeping world that has been forgotten by the world?"

Mu Zifeng walked alone for two hours and finally saw the edge of the bone tide. A boulder more than 30 meters tall stood there, carved two big words: bone tomb.