After Zhu Houzhao left the farmhouse, Feng Mu began to look at the ordinary farmer with amazement.

This person is really not simple, not to mention that he has an inextricable relationship with the royal family, just because he can not show any breath, this cultivation is enough to be admirable.

Seeing Feng Mu looking at him with burning eyes, the farmer was not uncomfortable, he was like a great enemy in front of Zhu Houzhao, because of the influence of the family.

They have served the royal family for generations, and the concept of loyalty and patriotism has long been integrated into the blood. Because he was under the direct command of the emperor, no matter how big the official position was, he was fearless and fearless.

"What is the origin of the uncle, the martial arts are so profound, I can't feel it at all. ”

Feng Mu was blunt, the farmer looked at Feng Mu, in his eyes, this was just a child, although the emperor handed over the vital things to him, but until the "Blood Alliance" was completed, they would not obey this child's orders.

The farmer replied in a calm tone, "I can't tell you who I am now, and as for you not being able to feel my breath, it's very simple, because of the needs of the mission in the early years, we went to Toei to learn ninjutsu. ”

When these words came out, Feng Mu suddenly realized, showing a relieved smile, he remembered that he had encountered a similar situation during the time when he went to Dr. Li's house in order to save Xiao Qi'er.

The kid who fought with him back then also had no breath fluctuations, Feng Mu thought at first that he was just on an equal footing with him with his wonderful tricks and physical skills, but now when he heard ninjutsu, he remembered that the kid actually knew ninjutsu.

No wonder he has strange tricks, and the tragedy of the Mao family's destruction can also be explained. It's just that he still can't figure it out. Why do these people blame him?

It is impossible for a farmer to master such a profound martial arts, and he still has such a relationship with the emperor. Feng Mu thought about it in his mind and remembered Xu Pei's words.

"Is Uncle one of the Ten Deadpools?"

Feng Mu wasn't sure. After all, the existence of the Ten Deadpools is unconfirmed, and it is only in his words that there is an uncertain temptation.

The farmer's expression remained unchanged, he didn't understand what Feng Mu said at all, and just said calmly: "Rest early, even if the little brother is noble, he can't order me to do anything." ”

After the farmer finished speaking, he left the room where Feng Mu was, looking at his disappearing back, Feng Mu affirmed his conjecture in his heart.

The reason is simple. With his martial arts knowledge, it is impossible not to have heard of Ten Deadpools, and the reason why he behaves so calmly is only because he is one of them.

Ninjutsu that can hide one's breath is really very applicable, and walking the rivers and lakes without being seen through the strength is a huge advantage, isn't it a huge advantage?

Feng Mu blew out the oil lamp, pulled the quilt and fell into a deep sleep. However, he didn't really fall asleep, but was trying to practice his skills.

If you are able to cultivate internal strength even in your sleep, the process of cultivation will be twice as fast. Feng Mu has always liked this kind of practice. But the drunkard didn't agree to teach him.

Feng Mu, who did not have the guidance of a famous teacher, Feng Mu could only choose to explore himself, he lay on the bed, ran the method of "Ten Thousand Breaths to the Yuan", and found that it was no longer as smooth as before.

One is because he is lying. The posture is at odds with the cultivation method of exercise and meditation, and the second reason is that there is more than one internal power attribute in his body, and the two have not been completely integrated. Cultivating one of them, the other will come out of nowhere to interfere.

It's like a jealous woman. If you care about one of them, the other will inevitably be dissatisfied. However, Feng Mu felt extremely helpless. Xu Pei passed on his internal strength, but he did not pass on his cultivation method!

When Bu Dongliu asked him to take the Nine Turns Heavenly Fortune Pill before, he said that the innate Gang Qi in his body had limitations, and every full moon night would make him fall into a dormant state. It's not that his mind is not clear, but that the internal strength he has cultivated cannot be used.

As soon as he thought of this, Feng Mu would be deeply worried, now that his foundation was not stable, he would naturally not suffer a huge backlash. And he will deliberately avoid danger on the night of the full moon and try to avoid the crowd, so he has been safe for so long.

However, as his cultivation improved, he felt more and more that it was necessary to eliminate this defect, and he couldn't always be restricted. Feng Mu, who was lying on the bed, began to think about countermeasures in his mind, since he couldn't use his internal force and encountered a strong enemy, he could only rely on his own strong body to fight.

In that case, you need to hone the steel and iron bones, otherwise you will definitely not be able to stand it under the collision of the opponent's strong internal strength. However, now even if Feng Mu wants to refine his body, he also suffers from no way, he heard that Shaolin Temple pays attention to physical exercise during the days of walking the rivers and lakes, and he thinks that there is a chance to go to Shaolin.

The night was deeper, and the silence around him spread through his mind like a tide, and Feng Mu could clearly hear the snoring sound in the next room, as well as the sound of insects outside.

In a place he didn't expect, there were still people who didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and quietly carried out unsightly things.

It was a very young man, dressed in a scarlet robe, sitting on a Taishi chair, and the soft light shone on his face, making his somewhat childish face look even more cold.

Time passed little by little, and no one dared to come and disturb him, until he exhaled a cloudy breath, slowly opened his eyes, and then clapped his hands. Immediately after hearing his voice, a servant brought in a plate of fruit, well cut and of the same size, which shows that this man's knife skills are unusual, and every inch is just right.

The boy put the fruit in his mouth and ate it with relish. Every time he finished practicing, he would feel hungry in his belly, and this time the feeling was even more obvious.

"Young master, do you really plan to enter the Jinyi Guard, condescend to others, and do that hard errand?"

The servant asked with some incomprehension, and the young man looked at him and said, "If you want to take it first, you must give it first." There are many secrets in the Jinyi Guard, and according to reliable sources, there is a mysterious existence in the Jinyi Guard, this person is proficient in the art of tantra, as long as I find him, I can break through my bottleneck. ”

The young man swore that when the servant heard him say this, he stopped speaking, and he could only persuade the young master to decide with good intentions, but he did not dare to interfere, because although the young man was not very old, his methods were really ruthless.

The boy quickly finished eating, handed the fruit bowl to the servant, and waved him down. After the servant withdrew, the young man looked at a piece of paper with a portrait of Feng Mu, and then the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he muttered: "Will you be my worst enemy? No matter what realm you have cultivated now, I will not lose to you, as long as you dare to follow my path, you will die without a place to be buried." ”

With that, he crumpled the piece of paper into a ball and threw it into the waste paper pile.

This young man is Bu Qingyun, the young master of Wuji Gate, but when Feng Mu and Bu Dongliu broke in to steal the "Nine Turns of Heavenly Fortune Pill", they didn't see him.

And this young master has been paying attention to Feng Mu for a long time, and the confrontation between young people is getting closer and closer. (To be continued.) )