Witch blood awakening

Chapter 7: Hurricane Passing

The bones are strengthening, the strength is soaring, the blood is burning...

Mu Feng made a concerted effort to mobilize the spiritual power in his body.

Under the nourishment of the blood beads, the damaged tendons and veins are repairing. Unfortunately, the two vital main veins, Shaoyin and Shaoyang, have not improved much and cannot be repaired in one fell swoop. Every time the spiritual power flows to these two tendons, it immediately stagnates, resulting in the inability to break through the last layer of restraint.

It is really a pity that such a good opportunity cannot be rushed through. I don’t know what kind of serious illness I had that year, which actually damaged the tendons and veins to such an extent!

Mu Feng secretly sighed with regret.

With a loud cockcrow, he had no choice but to stop the exercise and stand up. Looking up, a line of fish belly white appeared on the horizon.

"Thunder sound refines iron bones, and refining bones is not thunder sound!"

After taking a deep breath, Mu Feng shouted loudly, and his abdomen immediately gurgled, bursting out a dull cow cry. Compared with before, there were more faint thunder sounds, as if thunders were exploding in the abdomen. Every muscle in his body was full of explosive power. He punched out, and before the fist got close, it brought a piercing sonic boom.

The strength of two bulls!

If he was as strong as an ox before, now he has the strength of two bulls, which has doubled.

Last night's meditation did not break through to the early stage of the mortal realm in one fell swoop. He still had the last step to officially enter the threshold of cultivation. But his strength soared sharply, even compared with some strong men in the middle stage of the mortal realm, he was not inferior!

"If you don't take revenge, you are not a gentleman. Mu Qingyuan, be more arrogant, more insidious, and more despicable. Your good days will not last for a few days!"

Mu Feng's eyes were firm, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Although there were some regrets, the increasingly powerful power gave him hope of avenging his previous shame.

A great witch who stood tall and upright, died and never lived in humiliation. There was no before, there is no now, and there will be no in the future!

Mu Qingyuan, who bullies others with his power and is arrogant, will definitely not be able to jump for a few days; no matter how powerful the forces behind him are, he is destined to die in his own hands!

"Brother Mufeng, Mufeng, come out!"

A crisp voice suddenly came from outside the door. Then, a girl about twelve or thirteen years old rushed in like a gust of wind, with a refreshing fragrance.

Her long hair was black and smooth, she wore a mink coat on her upper body, and a pair of high deerskin boots on her feet. Exquisite and gorgeous, the size was cut just right, and it complemented her delicate and delicate features. Seeing Mufeng standing behind the desk, she smiled and had two sweet dimples, "Brother Mufeng, guess what I brought you?"

"I don't know!"

Mufeng smiled. Today is the annual Lantern Festival, and lights and decorations are hung everywhere. As soon as he saw the small wooden stick behind the girl, he knew what was going on, but he didn't say it.

The playful girl in front of him, Mu Qingzhu, is the most beloved granddaughter of the old patriarch, and also the one he likes the most in the huge Mu Mansion. Over the years, on every auspicious day, the latter would bring him some novel little gifts.

"Look, the red lantern, I sewed it myself, beautiful, isn't it?" Mu Qingzhu took out the small lantern hidden behind her back and hung it on the high wall, "Legend has it that if you hang a red lantern at home on the Lantern Festival, your family will be prosperous and peaceful this year. Brother Mu Feng, I will help you grind the ink and draw a picture. There are so many people in our Mu Mansion, but your calligraphy and painting are the most beautiful!"

"You want to deceive people again, saying that you drew it?" Mu Feng smiled, did not refuse, pulled out a chair and sat down, "Tell me, what are you drawing?"

"Who Know? If I knew, I wouldn't have to come to you! "

Mu Qingzhu shook his head, stretched out his boneless little hand, added some water and gently rubbed it. After a while, a strong scent of ink came from the small inkstone. He tilted his head and said, "Well..., don't use too light colors, and don't use too ordinary ones. I want something fresher and more novel, preferably..., preferably the sea or something."

"You're asking for something, and the requirements are so high?"

Mu Feng shook his head and smiled, pondered for a while, dipped the ink and picked up the pen to paint.

At dawn, the boundless darkness enveloped the earth, and only the distant horizon revealed a faint fish belly white. On the edge of the boundless sea, stood a tall hill, facing the hurricane that was roaring. Many century-old trees were blown off, or even uprooted. The fierce hurricane flew sand and rocks, and beat up thousands of waves.

However, on that high hill, where the century-old trees were uprooted, there was a lush grass. Although it is weak and insignificant compared to the century-old trees, it is still stubbornly attached to the ground. No matter how the wind blows and the rain hits it, no matter how the hurricane roars!

When the hurricane passes, only the grass remains!

A picture of a hurricane passing through the hill!

Mu Feng sometimes writes fast and sometimes slow, and his brushstrokes are like a god. Soon, a vigorous and powerful ink-splashed landscape painting appears on the paper. The thick darkness and the light on the horizon, the fierce hurricane and the weak grass, form a sharp and strong contrast one by one! At first glance, it feels very beautiful, but when you taste it carefully, you will feel a strong shock!

The strong ones are easy to break, just like the tall century-old trees. Only the grass that clings to the ground in a low-key manner can survive the fierce storms again and again!

Men are mountains, men are seas!

In his heart, Mu Feng once again remembered his mother's warning!

"Beautiful!"

Mu Qingzhu exclaimed in admiration. At such a young age, he only saw the superficial resemblance of the landscape painting, but did not further understand the artistic conception of the painting. "Brother Mufeng, write a few words on it."

"Okay!"

Mu Feng picked up the pen again and wrote the four characters "Hurricane Passing the Hill" in a flamboyant and powerful way.

"Hurricane...wind...passing...hill..."

Mu Qingzhu paused for each word, blinking her beautiful big eyes, a real beauty. When she grows up, she will definitely be a stunning beauty. Then she said, "Alas, I don't understand, Brother Mufeng, why are your words so profound? Also, have you been to the beach? How can you draw so similar and beautiful?"

Mu Feng smiled and said nothing to Mu Qingzhu's first question. After putting the brush aside, he slowly said, "I have never been to the seaside, but not having been there does not mean that I don't know what it looks like. Men are mountains and seas, and the sea is in my heart!"

"Hate it, you scholars talk in a way that makes people unclear! But, brother Mu Feng, you are so talented, I am sure that you will definitely be the first writer of our Tongtian Dynasty in the future!" Mu Qingzhu stuck out her tongue, made a face, and quickly rolled up the calligraphy and painting, then turned around and left, ready to take it back to show off to his friends.

Looking at her carefree back, Mu Feng smiled, pondered for a moment, and took out a piece of tortoise shell from his arms.

Bite the index finger, drip a drop of blood on it, then pinch a mysterious witch seal with your hand, and use force to mobilize the spiritual power in your body; the tortoise shell in your hand began to slowly heat and crack, showing spider web-like cracks. A faint breath of fate then rippled in the air and permeated every corner of the room.

Ancient witchcraft - divination. Based on the spiritual power in the body and the essence of the life force, predict a person's future and destiny.

Mu Feng performed a mysterious ancient witchcraft, praying to predict the future and avoid misfortune. Wait a moment, when the tortoise shell cooled down, he looked down at the cracks on it and his face changed drastically.

The hard tortoise shell had spider web-like cracks, but there was an obvious horizontal line in the middle, which neatly divided the tortoise shell into two halves, as if it was cut with a knife.

Very bad luck!

Mu Feng didn't believe in evil, so he took out a new tortoise shell and tried again. Still the same, the crack in the middle was more obvious, indicating a very bad luck. He tried several times in a row, and the results were exactly the same!

"It should be about my mother's condition, or..."

Thinking of the insidious and despicable Mu Qingyuan, Mu Feng's face was gloomy.

A few months later, it was time to take the college entrance examination. Unfortunately, being eliminated meant that the road of studying literature and reading had come to an end. At that time, how disappointed my mother, who had always placed high hopes on me, would be, I dared not imagine it at all. If you pass by luck, you will have to go to Xiangshan Academy in Jiangling Prefecture to study further and get the qualification to participate in the provincial examination.

But it is thousands of miles away from Jiangling City. My mother's health is getting worse and worse. With a bully who bullies others by taking advantage of his power, how can I travel with peace of mind?

"Only if you break through the bottleneck before leaving for Jiangling and officially enter the threshold of cultivation, your status in the family will be improved and your mother's life will be guaranteed! The stronger you are, the more secure you will be!"

Mu Feng's eyes were firm, and he quickly found the simplest and most effective way.

Destiny is complex and changeable, but as long as you grasp the general direction, even if there are some small winds and waves, it will not be a big deal!

As long as I can successfully break through to the early stage of the mortal realm, or even a higher realm, no matter how fierce and insidious Mu Qingyuan is, he will not dare to do anything to my mother. At least, after the breakthrough, I can exempt the tribute money that is about to expire, and directly smash the conspiracy of Mu Qingyuan, so that my mother will not worry and cry all day long.

Time, only four days left!