Chapter 1 Zifeng

Wu represents bravery, strong and imposing.

Martial arts is a method of brave fighting, which is the ultimate evolution of empty-handed offensive and defensive fighting and weapon life-and-death fighting.

Mu Zifeng is a martial arts practicer.

Hexi vassal land, Xirong County, Mufu backyard.

At this moment, it is in the scorching sun. A few strenuous exercise can make people sweat, but there is a thin teenager with a ** upper body dancing with a stick, evolving the family martial arts 'wind and thunder swordsmanship' in one move.

It is said that the wind and thunder swordsmanship is cultivated to the highest level, and it can indeed produce swords as fast as wind, lightning, break holes with swords, and quickly defeat the enemy.

"back to the spur hole."

The young man squatted down, and his backhand was a sharp move. Originally, this move was the essence of the wind and thunder swordsmanship, but in his hand, it was a little nondescript, the force could not penetrate, and the sword was light.

"Huh..." The teenager stood up straight, his beautiful face covered with bean-sized sweat. His breath was a little thick and rapid, and his chest fluctuated up and down. The figure standing there is a little unstable, and it seems that the physical energy has been exhausted.

"I didn't expect that my body was so weak that I couldn't evolve my family martial arts with a stick instead of a sword. Will I really be completely abandoned in my life?"

This son is 18 years old, and he is the third young master of Mufu, Mu Zifeng.

Looking up at the scorching sun, Mu Zifeng returned to the house, poured a cup of herbal tea that could quench summer heat and quench thirst, and tasted the bitter taste. His thoughts were already far away.

Since he was a child, his body has been weak and has no power to bind chickens. Not to mention practicing swords, even if he can't exercise vigorously, otherwise he will feel his heart beating faster and his mind will be dazzled.

It was not until two years ago that he begged the two elders of Mufu that he was allowed to practice martial arts.

At the beginning of martial arts practice, it is mainly to quench the body, which is divided into six realms: force, explosive power, divine power, blood exchange, Panni, and master. Every time the strength is increased, the strength will increase several times. When martial arts are cultivated to the highest level, you can exhale into a sword, cross the air, and not be afraid of the mountains and fire.

"The foundation of martial arts is power. Only by practicing force and arm can bear a hundred pounds of power, can the power of martial arts be revealed. I persisted for two years and spent a lot of precious medicinal materials to make soup to assist in practice, but I still didn't reach the point of muscle and skin shaking and elastic beads. My whole body was loose, my hands and feet were weak, my sword could not be waved, and my physical condition seemed to be getting worse and worse. It is recorded in the book that martial arts cultivation, which focuses on the outside, is a process of injury and depletion. It seems that if you really continue to practice like this, you are afraid that you will have to take your own life.

Mu Zifeng put down the teacup and sighed secretly. Martial arts can't be practiced by everyone. It takes several years to upgrade. The higher the level, the longer it takes. One of the hundred people is often able to persist, and if he is not careful, he will fail to be strong and has been injured.

"Three young master, what are you thinking?"

Mu Zifeng's thoughts were interrupted. He turned his head and looked at him. The person who came was Mu Yan, the housekeeper of Mu's house, the distant cousin of Mr. Mu, and he was still his uncle.

"Housekeeper Mu." Mu Zifeng nodded slightly and said, "I just practiced swordsmanship for a while and felt a little tired and wanted to rest for a while."

Mu Yan's eyes showed a strange smile. He touched the goatee on his chin and said slowly, "Today is your literary day. The master is worried, so I sent me to see if you are ready? Don't forget that the woman you married is a daughter of an important minister in the court. Today, the matchmaker will bring back the other party's birthday. Don't lose her courtesy.

"Butler Mu, don't worry, everything is ready."

"That's good, third young master, you can marry a golden jade leaf, which is the virtue accumulated by the ancestors." When Mu Yan sighed softly, his eyes couldn't help flashing a gloomy look.

"Dad, why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time."

At this moment, another man came in. He was tall and handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a beautiful martial arts suit. However, when he looked carefully, his footsteps were a little floating, his face was slightly white, his eyes were in a trance, as if the wine had already hollowed out his body.

Mu Yan turned his head and looked at the man, immediately put on a dark old face, stared fiercely, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you send you out of the city to meet the distinguished guests? What are you doing here?"

Mu Gang was born with a little awe of me. He quickly bowed down and said, "Dad, something big has happened. The matchmaker who returned from the capital brought back a piece of news about Miss Poetry's private life.

"What, do you mean that the poets in the capital want to regret their marriage?" Mu Yan's face moved slightly, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"It's not the poet's repentance of marriage, but the poet's decision to make a private life with a powerful disciple in the capital. The specific situation needs to be seen by the poet. Master, the wife has been in poor body these days. The young master and the second young master are still on their way back home, so they sent our father and son to take the third young master out of the city to meet the distinguished guest.

"The poet's stewul has some strength. We can't neglect it and prepare us to leave the city immediately." Mu Yan used to touching his chin and beard, nodded and said.

Mu Zifeng listened to the conversation just now, and there was not only no loss in his heart, but also a sense of relief. He resisted this inexplicable marriage from the bottom of his heart, but he could not disobey the orders of his parents and the words of the matchmaker.

18 years ago, the older generation exchanged tokens because of accidental events and pointed out that they were married. Over the years, both sides have been at the end of the world, and occasionally there have been letters. Mu Zifeng is now at the age of marriage, and Mr. Mu naturally entrusts a matchmaker to go to Beijing to propose marriage.

Maybe from another aspect, Mr. Mu also has his own selfishness. What a beautiful scene it is for a businessman to form a son and daughter-in-law with an important minister of the imperial court.

"Master, the sun is a little poisonous outside. Can your body stand it?"

Mu Zifeng sighed a sigh. The poet is also a first-class family in the capital. Mr. Shi holds power in his hand. Perhaps his physical condition has already been heard by the other party. I'm afraid that Miss Shijia's private life is not as simple as it seems.

"Housekeeper Mu, I'm fine. Let's go."

Eight horses rushed out of Xirong County and ran to Shangguan Road. From the capital to Xirong County, tens of thousands of miles away, only one avenue can reach it.

Mu Zifeng's body has not been good, so his riding skills seem very reluctant. After half an hour of bumps, he has felt that his chest is dull and his breathing is not smooth.

"Master, do you want to take a break first?" A nurse in Mufu asked.

"Turn over the mountain in front of us and there is a teahouse. Let's stick to it and have a good rest." Mu Yan, who rushed to the front, turned his head and shouted.

Mu Zifeng took a deep breath, hoping to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling in his chest. The mountain in front is called Bi Mountain, and there are many bandits gathered on it, and business travelers in the past have often been attacked. Several surrounding counties have joined hands to suppress bandits many times, but they have always returned to no success.

Mu Zifeng did not refuse the decision of Butler Mu. Soon, everyone entered the mountain road. On one side of the mountain road was a low cliff, and on the other side it was full of grass and bushes more than one person high.

Mu Zifeng was sweating and his face was pale. What he saw in front of him began to be blurred, and he had a sense of weight and lightness.

A sudden scream came from behind, and then I felt a sharp weapon penetrating my left shoulder. The tingling went straight to my mind, and the trance look suddenly woke up.

"The third young master, be careful, there is an ambush, quickly..." The voice of another guard stopped abruptly. Mu Zifeng fell off the horse's back, and his chest was stained red by his own blood.

"Kill."

More than a dozen arrows flew out of the grass, all of which greeted the Mufu guards who were still on horseback. They were all ordinary strong men who knew some basic and simple offensive and defensive skills, but they were not martial arts practitioners, so they screamed and died one after another without even chance to protect themselves.

The five guards were all shot and killed in a few breaths. Mu Zifeng's eyes were red. He turned his head and looked at him. He wanted to say hello to Mu Yan and his son, but he was stunned.

Because he saw two ruthless and violent gloomy smiles.

Mu Zifeng's heart sank into the ice cellar in an instant. Although he didn't know what had happened, he vaguely understood that Mu Yan and his son must have come here with him.

More than 20 masked people drilled out of the grass. They all carried a machete and held special bows and arrows, and their eyes were fierce and full of evil spirits.

Mu Zifeng was already weak. At this moment, he was injured by arrows again, and his legs and feet were unable to stand up. However, he still gritted his teeth and wanted to get up, but he saw Mu Gang press his hands on the horse's back, soaring into the air and falling in front of his eyes.

"Well, it's just a waste."

Mu Gang bowed and rushed, clenched his palm into a fist, and a slight gas explosion sounded. With a bang, a hard and huge fist fell on Mu Zifeng's right shoulder and hit the thin body in the air. Even the people present could clearly hear the sound of Master Mu San's bones breaking.

His blow was full of five or six hundred catties of force.

Mu Zifeng threw into the bushes and turned around. He could no longer feel the existence of his body, and a cloud of darkness surged into his mind.

"Yes, Mu Gang, your martial arts 'iron fist meteor' has been a little hot. It's not in vain for me to secretly cultivate you for so many years." Mu Gang punched Mu Zifeng and was about to catch up with him to solve it completely, but he heard a clapping voice and a middle-aged man came out from behind the group of masked people.

The man is strong, dressed in a blue shirt and holding a black scabbard wide sword.

"See the master." Mu Gang turned around and saw the person coming, and quickly knelt down and kowtowed three times respectfully. "If it hadn't been for the careful teaching of the master over the years, how could the disciples have cultivated martial arts to the second level of explosive power of external skills? Today's achievements are all thanks to the master.

"Okay, but don't be arrogant. You should know that you are only on the road of martial arts practice now. Martial arts are broad and profound, as vast as the stars. At present, you are only practicing the most ordinary martial arts. The six realms of external skills alone are enough for you to study for a lifetime. On top of the external skill realm, there is a more magical practice environment.

"The teacher's teachings are remembered by the disciples." Mu Gang looked extremely respectful, like a humble kowtow worm.

Mu Yan also got out of the horse at this moment and saluted the middle-aged man respectfully. "Under Mu Yan, I was lucky to see Ling Ge, one of the three masters in Hexi today. It's really worth my life. Children often talk about their predecessors. They have wanted to see their demeanor for a long time, and they finally get what they want today.

This flattery made the middle-aged man laugh up.

"Go and drag the Mu boy out to see if he is dead." Ling Ge waved his hand and said, and immediately two people got into the grass and quickly dragged out a bloody man.

"Your Excellency, this boy is still angry."

"Oh, the iron fist meteor hasn't died yet?" Mu Gang stepped forward and kicked Mu Zifeng's body. But when he heard a hum, he actually woke up.

But that look is like a hungry wolf, emitting painstaking hatred.

"Mu Gang, you villain, shameless traitor, why did you plot on me?" Mu Zifeng was still awake because of that punch, his shoulder bone had been broken, and the pain stimulated his mind all the time, and he couldn't even fall into a coma.

"Humph, why? Because you are a waste, but you can practice Mu's martial arts and consume a lot of precious medicine. Because our father and son have been making cattle and horses over the years, we can only look at your Mu family's life. We don't just want to be slaves, let alone become a dog under the shelter forever... Hahaha, you want to know the reason, there are too many.

Mu Gang's face was a little twisted and very vicious. "Master, this third son of Mufu is a useless waste. You don't have to talk to him. You'd better solve it as soon as possible."

"I'm not busy. I also want to see what's so special about the Mu boy who can marry the poet." Ling Ge stared at it, but after a moment, he smiled and laughed at himself, "The five organs are not solid, the muscles and bones are not tough, the meridians are not smooth, and the body is weak. It is really a real waste. Unexpectedly, an ant-like boy almost ruined the tenth master's plan.

"Master, this layout killed the Mu boy, and the tenth master will definitely write down a great achievement for you. Maybe he can also reward you with the method of martial arts practice. It's really gratifying." Mu Gang came forward and said flatteringly.

"Haha, we only do our best to do our best as slaves. How can we think about rewards? The tenth master is the head of the civil servants of the imperial court. If he wants to compete with the fifteenth master for the throne of the East Palace, he will naturally tie the poets tightly to his own front. Miss Poetry is the biggest pawn of the marriage of the tenth master. How can she be destroyed by a mary in a corner? Ling Ge smiled and looked at Mu Gang, "The stew manager sent by the poet has been quietly disposed of. When you rearrange the venue here, you can't let people with intentions see the flaws."

After Ling Ge finished speaking, he squatted down and looked at Mu Zifeng's angry eyes, with a sneer at the corners of his mouth. "I wanted to eat your Mu family, but I was afraid of being suspected by the old fox of the poet, so I had to take some effort to solve you alone. Boy, you can't imagine that Mu Gang is my registered disciple. Thanks to him over the years, I have a lot of money to buy precious medicinal materials to help practice. After all, your Mu family is still my benefactor. I feel uncomfortable when I see you end up like this.

"Despicable." Mu Zifeng squirmed his mouth and spit out two unclear words. Mu Yan and his son hid so deeply that no one has found their black hands for so many years. Now I know, but there is no chance to save it.

"Don't worry, your Mufu, two brothers, and I won't touch them, so you can close your eyes when you die." Ling Ge stood up and said, "Wait to throw him off the cliff, Mu Gang, you and I will get out of here. As for your father, he will still return to Mu's house, but he has to do something to himself and play with himself.

Mu Zifeng laughed a few times and his head tilted down.

The two masked men drilled into the grass with Mu Zifeng. Not far away is a cliff, not deep, but the fall of a seriously injured person is enough to break him to pieces.

When they reached the edge, the two masked men did not immediately throw Mu Zifeng down, but looked at each other.

"The tenth master's move is really cruel. Brother, this boy has also suffered a reckless disaster. Let's give him a whole body. In addition, we should find a way to pass back what happened here as soon as possible. We must inform Prince Yu and let him and the fifteenth master prepare for it as soon as possible.

"Good." Another person stretched out his hand and pressed it on Mu Zifeng's neck and felt it before saying at ease, "This person has suffered a serious internal injury. His pulse is getting weaker and weaker. He can't live. Let him die. Let's go."

The mountain road quickly calmed down, leaving only five bodies full of arrows and a unconscious Mufu housekeeper with arrows on his shoulder.