Mu's house, a simple bungalow, is out of place with the bustling attic nearby.

The middle-aged man in the room was lying on the bed, with a yellow face and thin muscles. The boy knelt beside the bed and tried to open his mouth to speak, but closed his mouth.

Suddenly, the man on the bed let out a violent coughing sound.

"Dad, how are you?" the young man looked flustered.

"Feng'er, for my father to know his body, I'm afraid I can't hold it. ”

Coughing again.

"Dad, no, it's going to get better, it's going to be okay, you're going to be fine. You've got to be fine!"

Mu Zifeng had tears in the corners of his eyes, and he sobbed while patting his father on the back.

"It's just that I'm unwilling for my father. The man sat up and roared.

"I, a cultivator in the Night Hall, have never done anything evil, but I ended up like this. Why do you treat me like this, and how can I live alone? ”

There was no sound in the room, only the sobbing of the teenager.

Not long after, the thin Mu Zifeng carried a roll of straw mats on his shoulders. Passing through several houses, we gradually moved away from the lights of the city.

They came to a high mountain outside the city.

In the moonlight, he bent over and dug with his fingers.

In the twilight of winter, the night wind is biting.

Mu Zifeng's eyes were red, and he was stubborn and ignored the blood oozing from his fingertips, maintaining a single movement.

Gradually, a pit appeared where one person could be placed.

He slowly stood up, rubbing the bloody dirt on his hands on his ordinary clothes.

The straw mat was slowly lowered into the pit and buried with dirt.

Kneeling on the ground and choking up, he said, "Father, the child is incompetent, so he can only bury his father secretly." If the child is successful one day, he will be a good land for the father. The child is leaving, and you rest in peace, father. ”

After knocking his head three times, Mu Zifeng got up and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, his eyes were sad but resolute.

He took a deep breath and turned to leave.

In the simple house, Mu Zifeng, whose face was covered with mud, sat quietly on the bed, looking at the empty room. Quietly in a daze.

"The great husband lives in the world, sheds blood without tears. Don't dwell too much on my death, this is a fate that monks can't avoid. You have to work hard to live, you must live, this is my last wish. This sentence seemed to ring in my ears.

His heart hurts, but there are no tears.

"Cultivation, cultivation, I can only live by cultivating, and only by cultivating can I know the truth. Mu Zifeng roared.

Looking up at the outside, I wondered, in the past, there would always be a few people doing things outside, but today I didn't see anyone back and forth, the Mu family was surprisingly quiet.

I got up and washed the dirt off my face and changed into a clean linen dress.

Cross-legged began to exhale, and the aura slowly flowed into the body, impacting the fourth meridian.

In an attic, the man in white shook the folding fan in his hand, looked at the bungalow, and chuckled: "Big brother, you let me wait for my second brother." But it's always as I want, Chen Ping starts planning. ”

In one bedroom, the man hugged a bewitching woman, and a black figure flashed out and lowered his head and clenched his fists and said, "Mu Yetang is dead." The man put down the woman in his arms and laughed, "Dead, it's okay to be dead, you go down and tell them to do what they planned." And pay attention to Mu Yezheng's movements, go!"

The nights are long, but they pass.

The first rays of sunlight shone into the bungalow in the morning, and Mu Zifeng frowned.

"Mu Zifeng, you slacker, get up and work for me. A shout came from afar. Then a handyman kicked the door open.

opened his eyes and saw the handyman in front of him, Mu Zifeng didn't want to pay attention to it.

Got up, slapped off his clothes, and walked out of the house.

"Phew, what are you pretending to be high, you still think you are a young master, a waste, if it weren't for the order from above, Lao Tzu would have killed you a long time ago. The handyman muttered fiercely, and walked out the door.

Mu Zifeng glanced back at the handyman and saw his unhappiness.

Sure enough, the handyman said with a smile: "Young Master Mu, you can do more things, fill the ten small buckets in the kitchen with water today." ”

Mu Zifeng looked at him expressionlessly, nodded lightly and turned around, just about to leave.

I heard the handyman say coldly: "Call you young master, I really think of myself as a young master, you waste, you put on a proud face all day long, I really don't know that I am even more humble than my subordinates, if you can't get enough water, you won't have anything to eat." Get out of here!"

Mu Zifeng turned his head and looked at him deeply. Walk in the direction of the kitchen.

I thought: A person who usually is submissive to everyone suddenly has someone to bully, and he is really even more ruthless. In the past, when his father was there, there was still residual power, he would not have spoken humiliating words, but his work was almost the same, if it weren't for this, he would not have died early.

Mu family, your hearts are so ruthless.

Thinking of this, my hands clenched unconsciously.

When he walked to the kitchen and saw a bucket as big as his house, Mu Zifeng smiled wryly, "It seems that there has been no food for three or four days." ’

Seeing a few wooden buckets of water on the ground, he picked up two of them, walked out of the kitchen, and walked towards the river in the back mountain.

The subordinates he met on the way, every person who saw him would smile shamefully.

I have long been accustomed to it, ignore it, and move forward silently.

The slow river, like the aura of the meridians, Mu Zifeng remembered last night's cultivation.

My spiritual power has long been able to impact the four levels of Qi training, but why hasn't the fourth meridian been loosened for a long time? I'm already familiar with all the mantras of Qi Eightfold, what went wrong?

If I can't even pass this level, how can I make the Mu family pay the price?

I looked up at the sun, so dazzling, but I couldn't see where the hope was.

I could only lower my head and start fetching water, running back and forth between the kitchen and the river.

The sun moved to the west, Mu Zifeng's clothes were soaked, his arms were weak, and he only filled three buckets of water, smelling the smell of rice in the kitchen and listening to the sound of his stomach.

He touched his stomach and sighed, "Alas, if only I were a strong foundation, then I wouldn't have to worry about food." ”

After taking a big sip of water, he dragged his tired body and walked slowly towards his house.

Walked towards the only bungalow of the Mu family.

"Squeak", opened the door, Mu Zifeng walked to the bed, and lay down.

My body is comfortable, but I am so hungry. Sleep, if you fall asleep, you won't be hungry, but you can't cultivate like this.

"Alas!"

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in, closed the door, turned around and said with a smile: "Brother Zifeng, I brought you and Uncle some food, you get up and eat some quickly, where did Uncle go?"

Mu Zifeng sat up, without the joy of the arrival of food, looking at the black shadow,

Sadly, he said, "Father died last night, Applejack." I'm so sad that you're in retreat, and I don't even have anyone to talk to. ”

Mu Jie was stunned, walked towards Mu Zifeng, his eyes gradually became rosy, and he said tremblingly: "How is it possible, there was nothing wrong with my uncle's body before my retreat, how could it be? What happened, Brother Zifeng?"

"A few days after you went into retreat, my father started coughing, at first only occasionally, then it got worse and worse, and he started coughing all night long, you know, there were so many drudgeries during the day, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on, and the first time I pleaded with someone, and then my father found out, and the first time he hit me, I knew he was really angry. Mu Zifeng choked up and said.

Mu Jie sighed, patted Mu Zifeng's shoulder, and comforted: "Brother Zifeng, in that case, you didn't do anything wrong, it's just that the uncle's temperament has always been like that." ”

Mu Zifeng spoke: "No, Ajie, I was wrong, I was so naïve at the time, naïve enough to think that a miscellaneous supervisor could call the shots." Later, my father told me that intercession would not be useful, and that I would only lose my backbone and soften my bones. Let me also remember that no matter what happens in the future, don't bow your head easily. At that moment, I knew I had failed his expectations. ”

Mu Jie was silent, and the two were silent.

After a while, Mu Zifeng took the food in his hand. chuckled and said: "I haven't eaten anything today, I'd better eat something first, and besides, you don't have to be sad, life and death are fateful, there is no way, I just want to find someone to talk to." ”

After saying that, he took apart the meal and devoured it.

Mu Jie looked at his cousin in front of him, and his tears fell uncontrollably.

"You eat slowly, be careful of choking. ”

Mu Jie sat down next to him.

"Why are you crying as a big man, don't you know if you don't shed blood?" Mu Zifeng scolded with a smile.

"Good, good, I don't know. You talk as you eat, don't you know you're going to choke?"

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.