Chapter 4： Man has tears

It was in the autumn that the yellow leaves fell with the autumn wind and fell in front of the mausoleum of the newly built white jade, which seemed to be lonely.

In the Mu's cemetery, hundreds of graves have been built here, and the disciples of the Mu family who have died in the battlefield are buried here.

In front of the mausoleum that wrote the words of Zhenyuan General Mutian, a young man wearing a white filial pie was kneeling in front of the mausoleum and threw the paper in his hand into the brazier.

"Hey, why are you willing to leave the Mu family and leave the wing? Go, you know, from a young age in the heart of the front, you are the first man in the sky, Feng Er never thought that one day would be like this. Leaving the front

In front of the mausoleum, Mu Fengyi looked at the tombstone and muttered to himself. The boy who shed blood and did not shed tears on the battlefield was already covered with tears.

"You said to Feng, the soldiers are proud of the battlefield. Maybe we shouldn't lose it. They are Nanhao's dog thief. If it weren't for his frame, how could my 200,000 Mu Jiajun be wiped out? How can you die!"

"Hey, don't worry, one day, Feng will get back to you and the spirit of the 200,000 Mu Jiajun soldiers. This life will not kill Nanhao, and I will not be a man."

The young man looked at the monument and said that he had a big hatred and killing.

Mu Feng flashed a black ring from his finger, and a fine wine appeared in his hand.

The ring is a low-grade ring, a special ring with a small space that the refiner makes.

A low-ranking ring is worth a thousand dollars, and people who are not rich may not own it.

Mu Feng arrived at the bowl of two bowls of wine in front of the mausoleum. He picked up a bowl and got up. Looking at the many tombs, he said: "The 200,000 soldiers of Mu Jiajun, all the way!"

After all, he poured down half a bowl of wine, and the rest of the wine himself drank into the belly, shouting: "Mu Jiajun, the battle will win, kill! Kill! Kill!"

A killing word is deeply sad.

Second killing the backbone is unyielding!

Three words kill nine words die without regret!

Mu Feng put down the second bowl of wine again: "The second bowl of godliness, thank you for teaching me to be a man, teaching me what is a man, what is responsibility, oh, all the way to go, one day, Feng will take the dog The thief’s head is for you and the 200,000 Mu Jiajun

Mu Feng poured a half bowl and drank another bowl. Then he slammed the bowl on the ground and gave a mournful sound to the sky.

The Mu family disciples outside the cemetery listened to grief, some shed tears, and some sighed.

After Mu Feng’s death, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength and suddenly made it on the ground, looking at his pale hands.

"God, why are you doing this to me, you let me live, and ruined my Yuan, let me become a waste, you let me Mu Feng how to avenge the shackles and 200,000 souls, how do you let me revenge!"

Mu Feng punched the ground on the bluestone brick paved, his fists broke through the skin and blood, and all the scorpions were unwilling.

He already knows that his own Yuanmai is broken, and the practitioners absorb the aura of the heavens and the earth, relying on the Yuanmai, without the Yuanmai, he is a waste.

At the beginning of the cultivation, it is a tong dynasty. If a person has 12 yuan, and he can get through the nine veins, he can open up the Zifu to store more vitality and enter the Zifujing.

Above the purple house is a condensate, and the condensate has passed through Yuan Dan. The four realms that are currently known are divided into nine levels.

In the past, Mu Feng was 12 years old, passed the nine veins, opened the Zifu at the age of fourteen, and cultivated at the age of fifteen to the Zifu double. He is a famous genius.

But now, the twelve yuan veins in his body are all broken, and one body is repaired for nothing, and years of bitterness are all turned into rivers and rivers.

"My Mu Feng is unwilling, I am not convinced by Mu Feng!"

The young boy punched the ground on the ground, bloody, sobbing in a low voice. At this time, he took off the appearance of the iron-blooded boy, but he was a half-large child.

"Front, don't fight, don't fight..."

At this time, a warm embrace hugged him from behind him. He was a beautiful girl in a white dress, almost sixteen years old.

It is Yun Qingyu, Mu Feng from the small fingertips for marriage, childhood sweethearts.

"Hey..."

Mu Feng screamed and said with sorrow: "What should I do? My broken veins are broken. I am no longer repaired. I am no longer. What should I do? How can I revenge?"

Mu Feng sobbed in her arms and let her see the fragile side she had never seen before.

"No, Feng, you still have me, no matter what happens, my nephew will not leave you, you are the wind, I am the leaves, the wind is where, where is Ye, Feng, hard work, Cheer up, you said that you have to fight for me in the world, and the children have been waiting for the day, cheering up."

Yun Qing's chin is stuck on Mu Feng's head sitting on the ground, constantly drying his tears, using her warmth to moisten the teenager's almost broken heart, her heart is also twitching.

"younger sister"

At this time, there was a low drink. A 17-year-old boy wearing a blue robe, a sword-browed star, and a handsome face came over and looked at the brow.

"brother"

The nephew looked back at the teenager and said, "How come you?"

Yun Yi, Yun Jia Shaoye, Yun Qingyi brother.

"Hey, let you go back to the family."

Yun Yi came over, took the nephew's hand, did not look at Mu Feng, and wanted to take the nephew to leave.

"No, I don't go, I want to stay with the front!"

Yunqing opened the hand of Yunyi and determined.

"With him? Accompany a waste person? Go back with me, this time you must let me take you back."

Yun Yi looked at Mu Feng with a sneer, then his tone was hard and he held the hand of the nephew again, but this time the child did not break away.

"Why didn't you agree to let me be at Mu's home before, I don't want to go"

"let go"

At this time, Mu Feng also got up and looked at Yunyi's cold and cold road: "Even if you are a brother, you can't force your child."

Yun Yi heard and smiled, his eyes scorned: "Mu Feng, what qualifications do you have now say, how can you take away your nephew? Do you think you are still a genius? You are just a waste now, you I am no longer qualified to interact with my sister."

The former Mu Feng Xiu, the reputation must be pressed against Yun Yi, Yun Yi has always been resentful to Mu Feng, young people, and strive to win.

"You...! I am not a waste!"

Mu Feng seems to be provoked by this sentence, burning in anger, punching Yunyi.

However, Yunyi did not have a hand to hold the fist that Mu Feng had hit, and he squatted on Mu Feng’s lower abdomen, and Mu Feng’s face was white, and he kept going back.

"Haha, oh yeah, look at you now, even my feet can't stand it, I haven't used much energy yet."

Yun Yi laughs, then cold

"Mu Feng, you better figure out your current situation, your situation in Mu's family, Hao Wangye is eyeing your Mu family, who is not known in the country, and the deaf children will only be wronged when they follow you. Entangling my sister"

After all, Yun Yi forced to leave with a crying nephew, and Mu Feng stood in the same place. Yun Yi’s words were like needles stuck in his heart, his fists clenched, his nails pierced into his palm, and blood flowed out.

"Mu's innocent species, iron-blooded men should be self-reliant, deaf children, you can rest assured that my Mu Feng will not go down here! Certainly..."