The morning sun shone on a slightly immature face, and the teacher said that the best time to practice is when the morning sun first dews every day.

Therefore, the young man will come to the back mountain of the Shufu every day to cultivate, unless it is rainy weather, otherwise when he comes here at this hour, he will inevitably see him.

"Brother Feng. Sure enough, you're here again. "Under the boulder at the top of the mountain, a little girl with a ponytail was panting slightly.

"Huang Ling. Mu Feng exhaled a deep breath of turbid air with a faint black and yellow color, and jumped down from the stone.

Huang Ling, like Mu Feng, is a war orphan. Only one or two out of a hundred people had the talent to become warlocks, so Huang Ling and Mu Feng were adopted into the Shufu to practice.

Huang Ling saw that there was still a faint sorrow between Mu Feng's eyebrows, and said playfully: "Brother Feng, are you still struggling with the fact that Shuyuan has not entered the realm?"

At the mention of this, Mu Feng sighed heavily. "Alas... Yes, it's been half a year, and my magic has not improved at all. Although the teacher didn't say anything, I knew that he was a little disappointed. ”

Whenever you run the mantra and absorb the vitality of heaven and earth into your own meridians to become a magic element, after circulating your body for a big week, you will always inexplicably reduce a lot of magic yuan. It's like you're doing useless work.

Huang Ling pouted, "You boys are so strong." If you want me to say, isn't it better to be a teacher in the Shufu or do some other work than to fight and kill on the battlefield?"

Mu Feng smiled helplessly, looking at the first day that had just revealed a hint of morning light, and didn't know what he was thinking.

"That's right, Brother Feng. After a while, the people of our generation are going to take the war test, how old are you? Is it fifteen wow?"

"How old am I? Yes, how old am I?" Mu Feng muttered in a low voice, and Huang Ling looked at him suspiciously.

"No, it won't. Although we are all war orphans, at least we all know our last names and ages. Isn't this information included in the Arts?"

"I don't know, when I woke up, I didn't remember my past at all. ”

About a year and a half ago, the Izumo Province and the Linlang Kingdom fought on the northern slope of the West Mountain. Mu Feng and Huang Ling's teacher, Feng Wannian, found Mu Feng in a small forest.

At that time, Mu Feng's whole body was in rags, and there were many scars on his body that had been cut by unknown objects, and he was dying.

Feng Wannian rescued it, although he was worried that it would be a spy sent by the enemy country to infiltrate Izumo Country, but if he didn't save him when he saw death, Feng Wannian couldn't get over it.

It took three months for the healing warlock of Izumo Province to get Mu Feng out of danger.

Mu Feng still remembers that when he opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, accompanied by severe pain all over his body, and he slowly saw where he was.

"Who are you?" Mu Feng, who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, was very vigilant, looking at Feng Wannian, who was dressed like a Confucian student, and the medical warlock on the side and asked.

"Child, you fainted on the West Mountain, and I rescued you. What country are you from?" Feng Wannian was dressed in a cloth shirt, and he was only twenty-five years old, and he looked like a scholar.

But only those who have heard of his name know that he is famous in the Izumo Province Shufu Prefecture, and once led the Izumo Province Warlock Army to annihilate the hundreds of Linlang Kingdom Warlocks who infiltrated Izumo Province, and made great achievements.

"Country, what is that?" Mu Feng rubbed his temples and whispered in pain.

"Uh... So where are you from?"

"I... Where am I from......" Mu Feng's expression was sluggish, and his eyes were very confused.

Something flashed through my mind, "Kill... Not a single one is left. "It was a cold, middle-aged man, with a bright and bloody flame burning around him.

"Ahh

"Lord Feng, this kid is fine. Just rest and you'll take care of the rest. ”

The old man packed up his medicine box and prepared to leave, "Oh, yes, my lord. Do you need to look into his memories?"

Feng Wannian waved his hand, indicating that he didn't have to worry about it. The medic nodded and left, his authority still great.

Feng Wannian had already cast a psychedelic spell on Mu Feng in his sleep before, but he couldn't ask anything.

"Son, do you remember your name?"

Mu Feng was still thinking to himself, these questions, which were very simple to ordinary people, were like astronomical problems to him.

Feng Wannian shook his head and took out the clothes Mu Feng was wearing before, although they were tattered and there were large blood stains, they still found something important.

"Do you recognize these words?"

There were a few words embroidered on the cuffs of the clothes, and Feng Wannian searched the classics, but he didn't know what kind of words it was.

"God...... Mu Feng spit out a few words intermittently, his voice was inaudible, and now his mind was in chaos, completely chaotic.

"Mu Feng, this should be your name, right? Forget it, you should have a good rest first. I'll come back to you tomorrow. ”

Feng Wannian had touched Mu Feng's foundation before, and found that he already had a weak magic element, and he should have cultivated before he came.

Now that Mu Feng has lost his memory and is alone, Feng Wannian can only bring him into the Shufu.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed, and most of Feng Wannian's disciples, who are in the same class as Mu Feng, are already sorcerers. Mu Feng is still the cultivation of a year ago, the middle stage of the art child.

From the person who was originally the highest cultivator in a shushu, he fell to the bottom position. This made Mu Feng very sad.

He felt that he had failed to live up to Teacher Feng's expectations, and the brothers who had been flattering to him gradually distanced themselves from him.

Only Huang Ling, Yang Zhu and Qin Yu were left, still playing with Mu Feng. But because the war exam was about to take place, all three of them were also stepping up their cultivation.

"Huang Ling, you go get busy first. Exams are coming soon, and you don't have to come with me all the time. ”

"Okay, then I'll go first. In fact, you don't have to care about what Wu Ming's bastards say. Even if you don't have talent... Yes... No, no, I mean..."

Huang Ling realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, and hurriedly wanted to make up for it, but he just grabbed his scalp and couldn't think of what to say.

"Hahaha" Mu Feng originally frowned slightly, but he was also amused by Huang Ling's playful appearance. "Okay, go ahead, I understand. ”

"Hehe, then I'll go. Huang Ling stuck out his tongue and left.

Mu Feng looked at Huang Ling's back and shook his head with a smile. In fact, since he realized that his cultivation could not be improved an inch, Mu Feng had been doubling his cultivation, and his character did not allow him to give up cowardly. Even in the face of other people's cynicism, Mu Feng just remembered them one by one in his heart, so as to spur himself, and never cared too much.

But it was easy to break until an incident happened a month ago, which completely made Mu Feng lower his noble head.

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