Chapter 4 Tiandao Martial Arts Museum

The yard where Mu Yan lived was in the east of Mufu. At night, he saw a figure quickly crossing the corners of each intersection, and finally opened the half-closed door of the courtyard and sneaked in.

"It's late at night, and there are lights in the house. Hasn't the old dog rested yet, or is he doing something shady?" Mu Zifeng bent down with his sword and hid into the darkness in the corner of the wall. As soon as he hid, he saw the lights in the room go out, and then the door opened with a creak and a thin figure came out.

Mu Yan was very cautious. He first looked at the surrounding environment and there was no abnormal movement before leaving Mu's house through the back door. Mu Zifeng did not stop him immediately. He knew that the old guy must have something important to do.

Following from afar for half an hour, Mu Yan turned into an alley. At the entrance of the alley, there was also a half-old woman waiting for him, muttering a few words and faintly heard Mu Yan's **-like smile.

"Is it coming to meet his old concube?" Mu Zifeng followed carefully. The alley was a little dark. The two stopped in front of a narrow door, knocked rhythmically, and saw the door open.

"Master Mu, you're here, please come in." By the light, he saw a young man exposed. He looked behind them, "Yi Niang, you stare carefully outside."

"Yes, I understand."

The amorous woman smiled, gave a wink at the young man, twisted her fat/buttocks and stood at the corner of the wall.

Mu Zifeng saw this scene and snorted coldly. The old guy really had another plan. I don't know if there are any strong external skills such as Mu Gang in the house. It will take some time to break through to the realm of external power.

After waiting for a while, the doorkeeper gasped, "In the middle of the night, even those who drink flowers and wine have come home. What the hell are the two men doing? They are afraid that others will come to disturb them. Don't they like women?"

seemed to think of this possibility. The woman looked around at the alley. It was dark and there was not even a ghost. She stretched out and walked to one side to take a nap.

Mu Zifeng drilled away from the dark corner and approached gently. Perhaps the alley was too quiet. The slight footsteps still aroused the woman's alertness. Just as he was about to look up, he shook his eyes, and the back of his head was hit hard and he fainted directly.

"It's so close." Mu Zifeng just knocked her unconscious and dragged her into another alley. After doing everything, I came to the door and knocked a few times according to the previous knocking rhythm, and I heard the footsteps of someone walking in the room.

"Yi Niang, what happened? Er..." It was Mu Yan who opened the door. Before his words fell, he only heard a sound of a cold sword against the other party's throat.

"Who?" The person in the room shouted in a low voice and was about to rush over, but he saw Mu Yan's body flying in the air and hitting his blade.

The two were very close, and the latter had no time to dodge. They had to forcibly remove the blade, and the two collided and fell to the ground at the same time.

Mu Zifeng entered the house and closed the door. There were really only two men in the room. The young man moved very flexibly, rolling on the ground, half squatting, with a blade protecting his chest and staring at the visitor vigilantly.

"You...you...impossible..."

Mu Yan couldn't help beating the old bone. Just now, he was kicked and made him feel pain. He finally recovered, but he saw the other party's face clearly and was scared to be pale and incoherent.

Mu Zifeng looked at him indifferently and gritted his teeth and said, "You old dog, I didn't expect that I was still alive. Today, I came to pick up your dog's head. Your death is coming."

The sword in his hand shook and took out several sword flowers to attack Mu Yan's throat.

"You are so bold that you dare to kill in front of Liao." The young man who used the knife finally took action, and the blade waved, and the narrow space brought a gust of wind. The wind is strong and strong, and there is a momentum of both sides.

"It turned out to be a swordsman in the realm of force." Mu Zifeng's sword turned halfway, and the front of the sword was lifted, his feet stepped on dry steps, and his speed was accelerated by one point, stabbing the man's wrist.

When the force is small, it will drive the flow of air around the body when it exerts martial arts, and the explosive force small, whether it is the power or the speed of the move will be several times faster. The power emitted in an instant can break the obstacles of the air, and then it will emit a gas explosion.

Although Mu Zifeng did not break through to the realm of force, he has learned the simple method of carrying qi and blood, so when he saw the other party's knife posture, he put down his already hanging heart. As long as he is careful to deal with this kind of character, he still has a chance to win.

"Hmm." The knife man held the handle of the knife in both hands and pressed it down hard. He wanted to completely blow off Mu Zifeng's sword. Unexpectedly, the blade was so light that it did not wrap around the sword body. He was shocked that he was about to retreat and dodge, but his wrist felt cold.

Wind and thunder swordsmanship is a martial art that defeats the enemy quickly, specializing in the enemy's dead hole. Mu Zifeng has long been familiar with the essence. Although his strength is not strong, the other party is only a swordsman in the realm of force. In addition, his skill is weak, and he was injured in two rounds.

"Ah, my hand." With a bang, the knife fell to the ground, blood shot out of his wrist, and the artery was cut. The man surnamed Liao pressed the wound tightly with his left hand, showing panic and roared, "I am a disciple of the 'Tiandao Martial Arts Museum'. If you dare to kill me, it is enough to destroy your nine clans."

Mu Zifeng's sword momentum paused, and his face was a little hesitant. Unexpectedly, the guy in front of him was actually a disciple of Tiandao Martial Arts. If it was true, this person really couldn't be killed.

"This little brother, if you want money, you can take all the 10,000 taels of silver tickets on the table. Killing me is not good for you at all. With the power of Tiandao Martial Arts Museum, it will soon find out on you and your family. The man's face was a little pale, and his eyes became more and more eager. "As long as you let me go, I can recommend you to enter the Tiandao Martial Arts Museum. Even the lowest-generation disciple can enjoy the salary of the seven-grade official position in the imperial court and all kinds of unimaginable privileges."

"What you said is very tempting. This is a chance to reach the sky step by step." Mu Zifeng's sword fell down, and he seemed to have been moved. "Unfortunately, what you said can only deceive ignorant people, so..."

A cold light with a sword.

The knifeman wanted to hide, but he still couldn't avoid it. A cool breath rose from his throat, as if some sharp weapon had scratched over. He fell to the ground softly, his body kept twitching, and the blood slowly flowed to the ground, and the room immediately filled with a smell of blood.

This is Mu Zifeng's first murder, but he is not afraid at all. He has even experienced death, and he is not afraid of killing.

The sword front was still dripping blood. Mu Zifeng turned around and looked at Mu Yan. The old man hid in the corner and trembling, and his eyes showed fear.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me. Third young master, it's not my fault. Those people forced me to do so. They said that if I don't do it, our Mu family will die. In fact, I am protecting the old lady and others. They can testify to my loyalty, third young master, please let me go.

Mu Zifeng saw his face full of tears, and his anger became more and more fierce. The people in Mu's mansion had been deceived by this face for more than ten years. Unexpectedly, he died when he was about to die, but he was still full of nonsense.

"How can the old seller's glory allow you to harm our Mufu again? Don't worry, when you die, I will let your bastards go to hell to accompany you in the shortest time. Anyone who plots my Mufu will send them to hell one by one, so that you will never survive.

"You bastard, I will curse everyone in Mufu after death. My son will wash Mufu with blood, and there will be no chickens and dogs left." Mu Yan suddenly jumped up, his face was ferocious and ferocious, and he rushed to Mu Zifeng.

Puff... Mu Zifeng's sword pierced the other party's heart. Mu Yan's eyes suddenly opened and grabbed Mu Zifeng's neck with both hands, but his strength was getting weaker and weaker.

"Old dog, you will never see that day." Mu Zifeng drew his sword, kicked it out, and flew it out.

The 10,000 taels of silver tickets on the table were obviously blacked out of Mu's house by Mu Yan, and nine times out of ten wanted to honor that Ling Ge. Collect the silver ticket, mess up the things in the house, and then leave freely.

This alley is rare, and Mu Zifeng soon disappeared into the night. Mufu will definitely not be able to go back. He can no longer bring disaster to his family. He has to go far away and come back openly with enough power in the future.

"I heard that Tiandao Martial Arts Museum has a branch in Youzhou, Hexi. The news of the death of the little knifeman will soon lead to the investigation of Tiandao Martial Arts Museum. It seems that Xirong City can no longer stay."

Mu Zifeng once learned from the book about Tiandao Martial Arts Museum. It is said that the founder of the school is from the legendary martial arts holy place 'Lingshan', but he is a strong man who betrayed Lingshan, and nine times out of ten, he is the ancestor who cultivated martial arts to the second level and practiced qi. His self-created 108-style 'Tiandao' martial arts are fierce and fierce, and have defeated countless martial arts masters in the world. But later, for some reason, he defected to the court and founded the Tiandao Martial Arts Museum to recruit good generals for the court.

After his death, the court named him a 'heavenly knife', which means the first knife in the world.

To offend the Tiandao Martial Arts Museum is actually to offend the court. Therefore, when the little swordsman in the realm of force faced death threats, he said wildly that he wanted to destroy the nine clans of Mu Zifeng.

With a trace of inexplicable melancholy, Mu Zifeng entered the backyard of Beijing Medical Shop. Tomorrow he will leave Xirong and his homeland where he has lived for 18 years.

"My uncle opened a Beijing medical shop in Fengning, Beijing. You can temporarily go there to live anonymously for a few years."

As soon as Mu Zifeng was about to push the door, he heard someone talking behind him. It was the little magic doctor Yunqing. He suddenly turned around and looked at her with an incredible face.

Just now, there was no one in the hospital, but when he turned around, the little magic doctor appeared from nowhere and quietly stood behind him. However, I didn't find any abnormal movement. This Yunqing magic doctor is not only exquisite in medical skills, but also a martial arts may be unpredictable.

"Tomorrow morning, a large caravan going to the capital will depart from Xirong. If you think about it, let me know." After saying that, the little magic doctor left slowly.

Mu Zifeng came to his senses. The little magic doctor's personality was unusually strange. He shook his head and walked into the house.