After driving Liu Lei and his party away, Mu Feng walked into the simple thatched house at the enthusiastic invitation of He Chunlan and the old woman.

Not long after sitting down, Mu Feng returned the peace talisman to He Chunlan and conveyed He Wu's instructions before his death. However, unexpectedly, the old woman had no doubts, but just cursed and scolded her son for being heartless. The young and beautiful He Chunlan didn't believe it at all, and tears flowed down her eyes.

"Mr. Mu, Xiao Wu is dead, right?"

He Chunlan's eyes were blurred with tears, but with a firm look on her face, and looked at Mu Feng and said, "This peace talisman is the token of love between us. Xiao Wu once said that unless one day he dies, he will never abandon me. One night more than a month ago, I suddenly dreamed of Xiao Wu, dreaming of him coming back from outside to visit us. But for some reason, I couldn't enter the house, so I could only turn outside the window, and my eyes kept crying. After waking up, I knew that Xiao Wu..., he had been killed."

"It's just a nightmare, it doesn't mean anything."

Looking at He Chunlan who was crying, Mu Feng hesitated a little. For a moment, he didn't know whether to directly convey He Wu's instructions or tell the truth about the matter. Some things are worse than long pain than long pain, and it might be better to just say it directly.

"Mr. Mu, the little girl already understands it. Xiaowu is a filial son. Even if he has a new love, he can abandon me, but he will never abandon his old mother. When he dies, the days ahead will have no meaning to me. Aunt, Chunlan can no longer serve you, and she can't really call you "Mom!"

He Chunlan said as she knelt down and kowtowed to the old woman a few times.

After hearing what she said, Mu Feng felt something was wrong and stood up suddenly. However, he was still one step late. Before he could pounce over, He Chunlan, who was tearful, suddenly bumped into the hard wall. After a muffled sound, her head was bleeding and she fell to the ground unconsciously.

"Chunlan, why are you so stupid?

Looking at the bleeding wound on He Chunlan's head, the old woman burst into tears, her eyes turned black, and she almost fainted. She suddenly turned around and knelt in front of Mu Feng, "Mr. Mu, please, please save Chunlan. You are a college student in the school, you must have a way, please. I have no son anymore, and I can't lose the sensible Chunlan..."

"Old man, go and get a basin of clean water!"

At the critical moment, Mu Feng had no time to say anything, so he quickly took out a bottle of golden sore medicine from Qingfeng Ring, poured half of it on He Chunlan's wound, quickly stopped the bleeding, and carried her to the bed. Soon, the blood stopped, but the latter was unconscious and his pulse was weak. It seemed that it would be difficult to recover without resting quietly for a period of time.

What a strong woman!

Although I have no knowledge and no education, my character is many times better than that of ordinary students. I am loyal, kind, smart and hardworking, and beautiful as a flower. Unfortunately, my beauty is poor.

What a pity, pitiful, and lamentable!

After carefully observing for a while, confirming that He Chunlan is not in danger of life, Mu Feng pulled a quilt and covered her, and said to the old woman standing behind her with a sad face, "Okay, old man, Miss Chunlan is fine. Take this bottle of golden sore medicine and apply it every three days. As long as you rest for a while, Miss Chunlan's health will be better. When she wakes up, she will enlighten her. If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to the school to find me at any time."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Mu!"

The old woman was crying and grateful. She was about to kneel down to repay her, but she found that Mu Feng, who was still in front of her, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Jianning scholar, college student, Mu Feng..."

The old woman murmured to herself, and after repeating it several times, she remembered Mu Feng's appearance and name. When she walked outside the door and looked around, Mu Feng had disappeared from afar.

After completing He Wu's instructions, he finally finished his thoughts. Mu Feng no longer delayed and quickly returned to the academy. He was preparing to inquire about the so-called demon battlefield and meet the dangerous flying bats. Not long after walking, the towering academy gate was far away. However, just as he was about to speed up the mountain, a heart-wrenching sound suddenly came from his ears.

"Mu...feng..., I... are back...coming!"

The terrifying sound was faintly familiar, accompanied by a cold wind, and a cry passed through the woods.

It sounded like it was just an illusion. However, the moment he heard this sound, Mu Feng was creepy all over and his eyebrows were beating violently. He was sure that this was definitely not an illusion, an extremely strong danger arose. Even, he was sure that this was not an ordinary shout, but a roar and roar from the depths of a person's soul.

As a blood-refining witch who practiced the roar of souls, Mu Feng accurately caught several keys from the passing cold wind.

"Who is it that has such a deep hatred with me?"

Mu Feng's face was solemn. He reached out and grabbed the void. Eighteen flags appeared in his hand, and the Yinfeng Array was set up to protect his body on the spot. Before he could sit cross-legged, the soul in his mind broke out.

call……

The thriving soul suddenly soared into the sky in broad daylight, carrying a touch of the most strong and yang natal blood. Looking down at the earth in the sky, looking for traces of the enemy.

When the soul leaves the body and travels at night, it will attract the attention of lonely ghosts or demons and heretics if you are not careful. It is very dangerous to travel at night, and it is even more dangerous to travel during the day. Under the fierce and hot sun, the consumption of the soul is more than ten times higher than that at night, and it is also more likely to attract attention.

Although it is very dangerous, at a critical moment, in order to quickly discover potential dangers, Mu Feng couldn't take care of so much.

So, tourists and students who were going up and down the mountain could see that his body suddenly remained motionless like a stone sculpture. His expression was lifelike and rich, but his facial muscles were stiff and cold. Behind him was a heavy sword wrapped in cloth strips, and eighteen small flags were inserted in a row beside him.

"Hey, what's wrong with this young student? He suddenly got seriously ill?"

"What are you seriously ill? Look carefully. This is a trip to the soul. You are traveling in front of the school gate in broad daylight!"

"Isn't this Mu Feng, a great talent who was awarded the title of Four Books and Three Swords as soon as he came? Why did he suddenly travel here with a soul?"

"Hey, is it Mu Feng? The disciples of Wenjian Temple obey orders and line up to protect them!"

...

The tourists and students passing by quickly stirred up a commotion. Soon, many students in white clothes arrived after hearing the news. The leader was the rising sword of the Wenjian Hall, who asked questions on the Tiance Platform that day.
Chapter completed!