Ye Feng heard a satisfactory answer from Mu Fan's mouth, he laughed a few times and said, "If you are determined to lead the Mu family to glory, I will help you, improve your strength, and expand your horizons." One day you will be a teacher, and then everything will be on your own. ”

Mu Fan had heard it many times recently, and he was very fortunate to have met a master like Ye Feng.

Ye Feng smiled: "Do you know, in fact, my real ability is not in cultivation, but here." ”

He stretched out his finger and pointed to his head and said, "No matter how strong a person is, he can't beat the thousands of troops and horses who master the high-level military formation. And what the war is fought is national strength. Strengthening the country and the army is the king, and it is also my greatest reliance. ”

Mu Fan knelt on his disciple and kowtowed three times, his gratitude beyond words. Maybe grandpa sent him over to learn from Ye Feng's talent in the world.

"Huo Wujia has learned my sword formation and military formation, I haven't passed on my sword path to you so far, but I want to pass on your military formation and the way of the world."

The candle flame reflected Ye Feng's eyes, emitting a strange light.

Mu Fan was fortunate enough to see Ye Feng's sword path and reverse time. has not reached the realm of Qiankun, but can be trained into a small sword domain, within five steps, it is difficult to find an opponent. also saw Ye Feng's strategy, strategizing, and controlling the overall situation.

To this day, Mu Fan is still wondering if the reason why Master named the residence "Yihua Pavilion" is that Master really supports Beihua?

There is only one pity, the master was suspicious of the emperor when he became a general, and Feng Dao was suspicious of being an elder of the Sword Sect.

God gave him unparalleled talent, but did not give him a sleek and flexible character. Gifted and intelligent, he didn't learn to bow down to stupid people, so he looked out of place.

The person who was ahead of him was always so miserable, and now he has learned to bow his head to others. After all, isolated individuals can't change the waves of the world, only a group of people can.

Mu Fan looked up at Ye Feng, he had never admired someone so much. Not reverence, but worship.

He didn't have much of an impression of his father, and if he did, he wanted to be like his master. If he could choose what kind of person he would be in the future, he would like to be like Master.

Although he knew that it was impossible, no matter his talent, understanding, or heart, he was not as good as his master, and Mu Fan gave up directly. On the way to refining the weapon, he didn't touch each other.

Master is good, but sometimes it gives Mu Fan a strange feeling. He is not the only one who feels this way, but both the eldest brother and Chang Gung have this feeling.

Master has a sense of distance from them, and that sense of distance is only weakened when they eat together and take medicinal baths together. It's like...... It seems that Master and they are not the same kind of people.

Ye Feng got up and helped Mu Fan up, and said: "The military formation was passed on to me by the eldest brother, the way of the sword was influenced by the second brother, and the Danshu came from the Valley of the Medicine God, but the way of the world is unique to my family. ”

When he mentioned the way of the world, he was extremely confident, even a little proud. Although he had never been a civil servant and had never governed the people, he was extremely confident.

Mu Fan worships Master, not blindly. He lowered his head and asked, "Why can Master be sure that the way of the world is useful?" ”

Ye Feng seemed to have guessed that Mu Fan was going to ask this, and he laughed heartily: "In a few decades, from being poor and white to being the first in the world, it is the empirical evidence of its usefulness!" ”

Mu Fan continued to ask, "When?" Where? ”

Ye Feng just laughed, without saying when or where, "In the future, when you learn and use it, you will know that I am not making a big fuss." ”

Mu Fan still wanted to continue asking, but Ye Feng waved his hand and said, "If you want to become stronger, I'll give you a chance." ”

"What chance?"

"Go to the place where the core disciples of the sect will try."

Mu Fan said: "Isn't the sword forging field open every three years?" ”

Ye Feng said with a smile: "It's easy for the elder to open a back door, it's just a trivial matter. You prepare well, and when the time comes, call Shangjun Ge and Chang Gung. ”

Mu Fan hummed and raised his head, there was no trace of the master.

The room was very quiet, and since Ye Feng stepped into the room, the cotton ball had not taken a breath.

It witnessed the process of Mu Fan's second apprenticeship and heard a lot of things. Thousands of years later, these events became a mystery that no one knew what happened that night.

Someone deliberately erased the events of that night in order to hide some information......

Mu Fan sat on the desk with doubts and joy, and he didn't feel uncomfortable anymore. The contents of his head were enough to distract him from his physical pain for a moment.

"Feng Shui takes turns, you have a big fortune this time."

Mu Fan listened to the cute voice of the cotton ball, and felt strange no matter how he listened to it. I couldn't read anymore, the green snake's robe turned into a nightgown, he threw himself on the bed, and simply covered his head and fell asleep.

His body was still burning like a fire, and he lay down until it was almost dawn, and Mu Fan finally fell asleep.

Since his health has improved, he has dreamed a lot less than before, and nightmares on full moon nights have rarely appeared.

Probably the reason for the battle with the skeletons, he encountered the nightmare again. Dreams are not as vague as they used to be, and many things can be seen clearly.

Mu Fan saw an endless desert, and there were many dead people lying on the desert. The number of dead people was beyond imagination, and as far as the eye could see, red overshadowed the color of yellow sand.

The frog and a huge mass of black aura swirled in the air, biting at each other.

Suddenly, the picture turned, and Mu Fan arrived at a strange tomb. Some human-looking corpses lay messily on the ground, and the dark passages lead to nowhere.

Mu Fan turned into a child and was held in his arms. Perhaps it was an illusion, but he felt that the person holding him resembled a living dead man he had met before.

When he was caught by Tang Liangyu, a living dead broke free from the control of the ghost, which gave Tang Liangyu a deep chill. If it weren't for the living dead, Mu Fan would never have escaped.

Until now, he still clearly remembered that the living dead shouted "Young Master".

Just met in a hurry, Mu Fan didn't know if he remembered it wrongly.

The images in the dream are constantly beating, and the memories are confused. Sometimes the frog fights with the black air mass, and sometimes the little girl in white cries anxiously......

After a violent explosion, the dream fell silent. Mu Fan's body shook and woke up.

The sweat wet the clothes, the silk threads of the green snake's long shirt twisted, and the sweat that flowed out was immediately absorbed.

Mu Fan sat up from the bed, the green snake robe was traumatized, and it could only exert this low-end effect in a short period of time.

The cotton ball was gone, and the teapot on the desk was still there, without a bit of heat.

Mu Fan walked to the window, pushed open the window, and stared at the white fish belly in the sky.

The sun is coming out and a new day is about to begin. The past few days have been too unpleasant, and the skeletons in the sea of qi have added countless unknowns to his future.

With a long sigh, Mu Fan sat cross-legged and breathed silently. The pain in the meridians weakened a lot, and taking advantage of this opportunity, he was ready to break through to the middle of the atrium realm.