Mythological Native Species

"Who's at the door?" Feng Linhan, who was half lying on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed, showed a smile recently.

Of course he knew who was at the door.

He knew even the little gap between Mu Feng and Mu Qing.

That's why he deliberately said the words that he wanted to accept his disciple Mu Qing in public.

Mu Qing... is the Mu family's son who felt that Feng Linxen had a strong fortune and a huge karma.

If the relationship between him and the Mu family is not divided, with Mu Feng's cunning and cunning, and if he senses something and stirs up in the middle, although Feng Linwen is not afraid, it is also troublesome.

Simply from the very beginning, this possibility was directly disintegrated.

"Senior! It's me! Mu Qing!" Mu Qing said, lying on Feng Linxun's door, her forehead resting heavily on the floor.

"What are you doing here?" Feng Linye asked knowingly.

Mu Qing said: "Mu Qing begs the senior to accept me as a disciple, and in the future, Mu Qing will do her best to serve the master."

"Come on! Come on! I haven't planned to accept you as a disciple, so why did you call me first?" Feng Linwan interrupted Mu Qing's self-talk.

"I didn't see this kid, and he's a little arrogant. I thought I had mentioned to accept him as a disciple before, so I thought I had nothing to fear?" Feng Linwan sneered slightly.

Then he said, "Go away! I won't accept you."

"Why! Senior! Could it be because of the patriarch..."

"Shut up!" A loud shout interrupted Mu Qing's next words.

I saw that the small courtyard was suddenly brightly lit.

Mu Feng's face was ashen, and he had already arrived with a group of clansmen.

Then Mu Feng said to Feng Linxuan through the door: "Gu Daxia! I'm really sorry, it was Mu Feng's lax family education that caused such an evil obstacle and disturbed Gu Daxia's rest."

The corner of Feng Linwan's mouth was sarcastic, but he said cynically: "It's nothing! I just looked at him a little more pleasing to the eye, but now it seems that he is also ignorant. The thing I hate the most in my life is the wise man."

After speaking, he stopped talking.

Let Na Mu Feng say a few more words at the door, but he doesn't open the door to greet him.

After Mu Feng made fun of himself, he led the crowd and twisted Mu Qing, who was unwilling, to leave the small courtyard where Feng Linwen lived.

Afterwards, although Mu Qing was not beaten, she was strictly guarded.

And he cut off his rice grains first, and only sent him some jerky fruits every day to satisfy his hunger, which made his body become thinner and weaker day by day.

In this way, the resentment in Mu Qing's heart gradually grew, and she no longer had much affection with the Mu family.

It was the fifteenth day that Mu Qing was locked in the firewood house.

A chicken leg hit him on the forehead.

Mu Qing was suspicious and did not dare to eat meat.

Swallowing saliva, watching that chicken thigh stinks.

On the eighteenth day, a roasted pigeon landed at his feet. Mu Qing didn't hesitate any more, and jumped on it directly, like a hungry tiger grabbing food, devoured the pigeon and licked his fingers.

For four or five days in a row, all kinds of meat and food fell every day.

After going on like this for seven days, Mu Qing finally couldn't help kneeling on the ground and said to the air: "Senior Gu! I know it's your Senior Gu! Mu Feng guarded me with a master, just to prevent me from going any further. 'To disturb you', you can give me these food every day without knowing it, and I will never think of others except you."

"Junior knows it's wrong!"

"Senior looks down on the younger generation, that is the blessing of the younger generation. The younger generation often should not be self-righteous and regard this as a bargaining chip. The younger generation is dishonest when it comes to apprenticeships, and the senior refuses, it is natural."

After saying that, bang bang bang, he kowtowed again.

until the head bleeds.

"Okay! Stop knocking!"

"Actually, you are all wrong!"

"The person that I like Gucci will definitely become a hero in the future. But... if you want to be my disciple of Gucci, you can't be a child of the Mu family. I know exactly what Mu Feng thinks, but what do I think... Mu The wind knows nothing."

"Now that you know the true faces of these people in the Mu family, are you willing to concentrate on being my Gucci's disciple?" Feng Linwan asked.

"Disciple is willing! Yes!" Mu Qing nodded again and again.

Before this encounter, he might have hesitated.

But after this time, he had no hesitation, and was only full of joy.

"If that's the case, then I'll pass on your supreme secret first." Feng Linxun stepped out and stood in front of Mu Qing.

Mu Qing was stunned when she heard the words.

Generally speaking, when masters teach disciples, don't they start with the introduction of kung fu?

Only then did it gradually progress, and it was not until after years of investigation that the highest unique kung fu would be taught to the disciples.

How come to Gucci, the apprenticeship ceremony is not too formal, and it is directly taught the secret art?

It's so easy to learn this...it won't be poisonous!

This thought just passed by in a flash, and was left behind by Mu Qing.

Think about Gucci's eccentric behavior, it seems that there is such a behavior, is it not surprising?

"What the teacher wants to teach you is the Classic of the King of the West. Surprise or not? Surprise or not?" Feng Linwan asked.

Mu Qing was surprised at this moment, but more of a shock.

"Master... Master! The Western King Sutra you said...is the Western King Sutra I know?" Mu Qing swallowed her saliva and said at a loss.

The Western King's Classic is a unique method that can only be practiced by the inner disciples of the Xifu.

Although it is not the highest dharma door of the West Palace, it is definitely a secret that is not passed on.

Of course, the method of the Holy Land, the inheritance of the former King of the West, must also be a rare skill in the world.

"Master... Could it be that you are... a member of the Western Mansion?" Mu Qing looked at Feng Linwan expectantly.

Although I haven't heard of it, there is an expert in the West Palace, whose name is Gucci.

And the person in front of him was dressed like this, but Mu Qing still had expectations.

What if it was an expert from the West Palace who made it easy?

Or... simply the hidden powerhouse in the West Palace.

"No! A few months ago, when a visitor from outside the sky broke the West Palace, my teacher happened to pass by and went to the inner library of the West Palace to observe it, and took this Western King Sutra by the way."

"So... do you want to learn or not?" Feng Linwen looked at Mu Qing with a half-smile.

Mu Qing felt that her scalp was numb when Feng Lin night looked at her like this.

He is not a native of the Western Mansion, but he has learned the Western King's Classic. If he fights in public the next day, it will be a big disaster.

Although the West Palace was destroyed by foreign visitors~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the majesty of the Holy Land was damaged.

But after all, it is one of the many holy places in the world, and it is still tyrannical and strong.

If the core inheritance method of the Western King's Classic is leaked, it will definitely try to recover it.

Looking at the master who just worshipped in front of me...

This is obviously cruel.

Mu Qing still remembers how this master, on the Sky Cliff, defeated the Ice Armor Sect with a single blow, and even killed Tantaizhang, the leader of the Ice Armor Sect, on the spot.

Such a murderer, if he refuses to study the Western King's Classic...will he be killed and silenced?

"Since the master has his life...then the disciple...learn!" Mu Qing gritted her teeth and nodded.

In this way, where does it seem to be learning peerless martial arts, it is clearly like being forced to eat shit.

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