Chapter 67: Lantern Festival

Mu Feng looked at the medicinal herbs in the jade bottle, and his heart was moved.
The world is indifferent and cruel, but he is not alone. He has people who love him.
Family, this thing, no one is missing, how much is touched by us, but this kind of feeling is the most easily overlooked by us, because he is good to us, we have taken it for granted, ignore it. presence.
"Six-order panacea, this kind of remedy is not easy to see in this small place, how can your sister have it?"
Haoyue also surprised the voice.
Mu Feng shook his head, and he naturally did not know how Mu Linger had such precious treasures.
Six-level Ling Dan, this is a treasure that Mu Zong's family can't take.
Although he did not know, it is not difficult to guess that Mu Linger must have paid a lot of effort for this thing.
Mu Feng solemnly put the medicinal bottle and the letter in the wooden box and earned it into the ring.
Although this medicinal medicine is not used now, it is his true concern for his sister Mu Linger.
"Sister... you can rest assured that Xiaofeng has not fallen. Your brother is still the genius. When I go to the Royal Academy, you will be proud of me, definitely!"
Mu Feng clenched his fist and looked at the sky and said secretly.
Then he quickly wrote two letters, took out two third-order blood Dan, six second-order blood Dan into two jade bottles, handed it to the disciple, and sent it to the Royal Academy.
The two letters, one was written to Yunqing, and the other was written to Mu Linger.
As for the remedy, it is also given to two people.
After doing all this, Mu Feng walked to the yard next to him, which was where Mu and ye Ziyue lived.
In the yard, the two figures were fighting with swords, and the swords collided and slammed, and they played well.
One wearing a black robe, burly, one-inch hair, a black headscarf on the forehead, holding a snow white knife, the knife is like a wave of continuous waves to the opponent.
One person is white like a snow, slender figure, handsome face, holding a long sword, sword like a wind, shaped like a ghost, and a fierce battle with the black robe.
In the distance, there is also a beautiful girl in Tsing Yi sitting on the stone bench and watching the two fight.
These three are Mu mad, Bai Ziyue, Moulin.
What surprised Mu Feng was that Bai Ziyue actually practiced in Zifu, although it was only a heavy one, but the speed of this cultivation was indeed amazing.
Mu mad is also a heavy purple, but with the power of his physical training, the strength is also amazing.
The two men’s swords and swords touched each other, and they played well and the snow on the ground was shaken.
Mu Feng laughed loudly, and there was a knife in his hand. He stepped on his foot and flew out of the body. He added the knife to the battle group.
"The tiger broke!"
Mu Feng screamed at the mad knife, and the huge force that broke out on the knife shook back two steps.
"Golden finger!"
Then there was a pointing out, a golden finger hit the white sword, and the white leaping jumped back two steps.
"it is good"
Moulin sat in the distance and clap his hands.
Bai Ziyue and Mu madly glanced at each other. Both of them even killed Mu Feng at the same time. Mu Feng hit two, and the three men became a group. They played well.
After fifty strokes, Mu Feng pointed out that he had opened the sword of Bai Ziyue. A whip leg was drawn on Bai Ziyue, and Bai Zi jumped out of the forty-five meters and fell to the ground.
Then the body was like the wind, and escaped the punch of Mu madness. He grabbed the mad arm and swung his body. An elbow hit and slammed in the mad armpit. Mu mad also stepped back and forth. On the snow.
Mu Feng black hunting, long hair fluttering, standing on the snow with his hands, looking at the two with satisfaction.
"Young master is very good"
Moulin applauded at the side, and there was a trace of worship in the United States.
The two stood up and smiled and walked over and hugged their fists: "Feng Ge!"
"Well, yes, OK, this month has progressed, the child jumped, your phantom sword method has been cultivated to the realm of Xiaocheng, and it has also been to the purple house, it is amazing."
Mu Feng smiled at the white man and screamed.
"Hey, this is all good medicine for Feng Ge."
The two smiled embarrassedly.
"But the two of us still can't beat the front, oh..."
Bai Zi sighed.
"Haha, I have been honing in the military for so many years. It’s so easy to be defeated by you two. I am not white?"
Mu Feng laughed, his fighting consciousness is naturally unmatched by the two.
"Young Master, tomorrow is the New Year's Day. Today is the Lantern Festival. You can live in Annan City, or let's go to Annan City to play."
Moulin came over and said it.
"Well, it’s good to always practice, it’s time to relax and let go."
Mu Feng smiled, Mulan saw Mu Feng agree, his eyes all smiled into a crescent, then he walked with Mu Fengmu's mad hand, and Bai Ziyue followed.
In the city of Annan, there are a lot of pedestrians on the street. Everyone has a smile on their faces. Everyone in front of the house is also a lantern, and it’s so lively.
The annual festival is similar to our Spring Festival, and we welcome the old festival.
After the New Year, Mu Feng is also sixteen years old.
One person in the hands of a person holding a large bunch of candied haws, eating a variety of delicious snacks on the street, all the way to play.
Mu Feng took a bite of a candied fruit gourd and looked at the side of the slap in the face of Xiao Lan, with a smile on his face.
This kind of relaxed and free life has not been spent for a long time.
In the past few months, he has been living in tension, oppression, and sometimes even feels a little breathless.
Hatred, the death of his father, the hatred of 200,000 Mu Jiajun has been pressing in his heart, and it is rare to relax once.
At the same time, Mu Feng’s heart is also very incomparable to miss the uncles. In the previous year, he spent his time at Mu Zongjia and spent time with his nephew.
When he was in the army, he was able to return to Mujia in the two months of the New Year and accompany his nephews. Other times were in the military camp, and they were mixed with a group of military grandmasters.
"Hey, good little girl"
When Mu Feng was thinking about the past, there was an uncoordinated voice in his ear.
Four burly adult men, in front of Moulin, looked at Mulan and laughed.
The alcohol of these four people is obviously drinking a lot of wine.
Mu Feng's brows were frowned, and Mulan was hiding behind Mu Feng and looking at the four.
"Little girl, let the Lord touch, see if your development is good..."
One of them reached out and grabbed directly to Mulan.
"presumptuous!"
Mu Feng's scorpion flashed in the cold, grabbed the man's hand and then twisted.
"Hey!"
"Ah~!"
A crisp fracture, the man was terrible, his hand was twisted by Mu Feng, and he was so painful that he bent down and continued to be miserable.
The other three saw a two-point waking, and looked at the companion whose arm was broken, and then violently pulled out the knife directly from the waist to Mu Feng.