Led by Xiao Chucai, Feng Mu mastered the basic body refining method, Xiao Chucai saw that he was willing to work hard and the progress of his cultivation was fast, so he no longer guided him personally, but let Feng Mu cultivate on his own.

Feng Mu stood on the Sunset Peak, the fierce sound of the wind came from all directions, and the flowing clouds in the sky continued to converge, just like the true qi in Feng Mu's body was constantly deriving.

It's just that there was no sunlight on this day, and the dark clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker, and gradually began to appear in the clouds on the edge of the sky, and a little bright light flashed. After a while, there was a rumbling thunder. Suddenly, the sound of rain sounded, and it was already a scene of rain falling into the sky.

The lightning flashed across the sky, reflecting a slightly thin shadow, it was Feng Mu who was walking on the Sunset Peak. The wind and rain were shaking, the sky was full of thunder and lightning, and the lightning in the sky seemed to be about to split on the top of Feng Mu's head.

Feeling the changes in the power between heaven and earth, Feng Mu seemed to hear the cry of the wind and the breath of the mountain. Thunder roared in front of him, but he didn't have the slightest fear.

In the heavy rain, the power in the body began to expand like broad beans being heated in an iron pot, and gradually began to burst. Feng Mu could feel every inch of his muscles changing, and after these days of intense training, his body had become as hard as a stone.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but Feng Mu felt unbearably thirsty, he felt the water bladder on his waist, and drank it one after another. The pot of water was drunk, and it slipped quietly from his hand in the wind and rain, and landed on the mud-covered ground.

In the heavy rain, Feng Mu still did not relax his requirements, he walked to a big stone, and then slowly squatted down, and hugged the boulder with both hands.

Feng Mu used all his strength. Because the boulder was so heavy, his feet were stuck in the mud. Feng Mu clenched his teeth, and there was a ruthless color between his eyebrows. He did not let go of the stone because of this. Instead, hold it high above your head.

Feng Mu's first problem was to ensure that his feet did not slip, his feet fell into the mud again, and the heavy stones pressed on the top of his head, as if he was not careful, he would press down and crush Feng Mu into flesh.

Facing the wind and rain, Feng Mu's hands holding the stone slowly drooped, and his feet squatted slightly, and then lifted them up again. In this way, Feng Mu relied on natural weights to exercise his strength in the heavy rain.

After more than a dozen rounds, his arm was already sore and unbearable, but he didn't stop, the rain hit his face, Feng Mu didn't have any extra hands to wipe away the rain, and his eyes were slightly blurred. After repeating it more than a dozen times, Feng Mu gradually felt that he had reached the limit of his body. So he put the boulder down.

With a "boom" sound, the boulder fell into the mud again, Feng Mu's whole body was already soaked, and he shook his head. Shake the rain off your head. At this time, Feng Mu planned to return to the East Wing to rest, while he was walking on that desolate path. I found another trail overgrown with weeds.

The trail is too secluded and too unnoticed. Moreover, Feng Mu hadn't walked through here before, so he hadn't noticed it all along. Now he's found the way. A little curiosity arose in my heart, wondering where this trail should lead?

Following this path, Feng Mu performed light skills and flew over the blades of grass, and it didn't take long for Feng Mu to come to a cemetery.

There were many tombstones erected in the cemetery, Feng Mu couldn't help but shudder in his heart, he didn't expect it to be such a place, he felt that he touched his brows, and he was about to turn around and leave.

But at this moment, he looked into the distance, and saw a dilapidated thatched hut, the door of which was closed, and he didn't know if there were people living in it.

If there is a person, then this person must be very bold, and he actually built a small grass hut in the midst of so many graves, and this person is afraid that this person is also a strange person.

Just as Feng Mu wanted to approach, the door of the grass hut suddenly creaked open, Feng Mu looked up, and saw a thin old man, standing at the door, looking at Feng Mu carefully.

Feng Mu hurriedly saluted, the distance was too far, he didn't speak, the person opposite also saw Feng Mu in the rain, beckoned to him, Feng Mu hesitated for a moment, and walked over.

"Aren't you a disciple of Shushan?" At the first glance of the meeting, the old man looked at Feng Mu and asked lightly.

Feng Mu nodded, shook his head again, and replied: "The junior is indeed not a disciple of Shushan, but the junior is Xu Changrun's descendant, he and I do not have the status of master and apprentice, but he has passed on his life's skills to me. ”

After listening to Feng Mu's words, the old man's expression was a little surprised at first, and then became flat, and after understanding the situation, he only heard him say calmly: "His wish has finally been fulfilled, presumably he can also smile at Jiuquan." ”

Listening to his tone, it seemed that he knew Xu Ze, Feng Mu was curious about this old man, and hurriedly asked, "Who is the senior, do you know Grandpa Xu?"

The old man didn't answer Feng Mu's words, but just looked at the rain curtain hanging from the sky and the tombs all over the ground, let out a slight breath, and said slowly: "I'm just a sinner who has come back from the dead. ”

Hearing him say this, Feng Mu guessed that this person was also from Shu Mountain, and his status was not low, but because he had violated the door rules, he was exiled here to guard the mausoleum. But the other party still didn't say anything about his relationship with Grandpa Xu, Feng Mu felt a little regretful in his heart, but it was inconvenient to ask more.

However, the old man suddenly said: "If it wasn't for him back then, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to survive to this day." ”

The old man's expression was a little stunned when he spoke, as if he had a particularly heavy heart, Feng Mu listened to his words, was curious, and asked, "Senior, why did you come here to guard the mausoleum?"

The old man didn't answer, Feng Mu knew that his curiosity had made a big mistake, this was undoubtedly an injury that the old man didn't want to mention in his heart, and if he wanted to uncover it, it would inevitably make him miserable. Feng Mu arched his hand at the moment, and said apologetically: "The seniors forgive their sins, and the juniors don't mean to offend." ”

The old man didn't mean to blame Feng Mu, looked at the rain on Feng Mu's body, and said slowly: "You are drenched, go into the house and change into a set of clean clothes, and take a rest." ”

Seeing that he didn't blame himself, Feng Mu felt a little ashamed in his heart, thanked the old man, and then walked in after him.

After changing his clothes, Feng Mu wanted to say something to the old man. But the old man was only concerned with wiping those spiritual positions, and did not seem to have any time to deal with him.

Feng Mu stepped forward. Looking at those spiritual positions carefully, most of them are old-timers from Shushan. And a lot of it is in charge. Looking at it, Feng Mu couldn't help but feel a trace of desolation, these people used to be amazing people, but now they are still made of loess, time is ruthless, this may be the biggest helplessness in the world.

When the old man was wiping, he didn't look back, but asked lightly, "Did he give you the 'Eight Desolation Flame Technique'?"

Hearing the old man mention the "Eight Desolation Flame Tips", Feng Mu's heart couldn't help but move. When Grandpa Xu passed on his internal strength to him, he was only three years old, how could he learn such profound exercises. Feng Mu didn't know much about the power of this exercise, but judging from the behavior of his senior brother Song Sanxing, the other party didn't kill him at first, wasn't it just for this exercise?

Feng Mu didn't intend to hide the old man in front of him, although it was only the first time he met, he felt a sense of righteousness from this person. The other party said that he was a sinner, and Feng Mu didn't want to explore what kind of sin he had committed. In this stormy and miserable weather, he chose to believe in this old man from his heart.

"The younger generation did learn the 'Eight Desolation Flame Tips', but it was not taught by Grandpa Xu, but by Lu Qiuli, the master next to Mr. Yangming. Feng Mu said calmly. I remembered the time when I followed Wang Shouren, although Wang Shouren was not proficient in martial arts, he taught him a lot of things.

Some simple art of war. and the mental science he pursued all his life, all of which were handed over to Feng Mu without reservation. But Feng Mu was not his disciple. Mr. Yang Ming just treats him as a child, although he has hope for him. But it didn't occur to him that he would be able to remember it completely.

"This is the so-called Mandate of Heaven, I can't imagine that the 'Eight Desolation Flame Recipe' will still be handed over to his successor after all, maybe this is his spirit in the sky, invisibly guiding you, you can meet the two of us. The old man put down the strip of cloth in his hand, looked at Feng Mu's immature face, and spoke.

Feng Mu also looked at the old man, only to see the old man put his hand on his shoulder, and said calmly: "Fortunately, I met you in my lifetime, otherwise I would really have to bring this magic into the coffin." ”

Feng Mu hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old man three times, which was regarded as a gift of apprenticeship, and the old man accepted his kowtow, but told Feng Mu that he was the same as Lu Qiuli, he was not his master, but he wanted to fulfill his unfulfilled wish for Xu Changrun.

Even so, Feng Mu was still grateful in his heart, and the old man helped Feng Mu up and told him: "This exercise is actually divided into two, and with the other martial art "Towering Heavenly Deed", it is not impossible for the cultivation of martial arts to be able to break away from the mortal womb and ascend to the Dao. ”

Feng Mu listened quietly, for the old man's words, he longed for them, can martial arts really break through the void and step into the realm of cultivation? With such doubts, Feng Mu's heart gave birth to a wave of hope, and then listened carefully to the old man's words.

The old man recited those obscure sentences, Feng Mu didn't understand much, the old man didn't blame Feng Mu for this, he recited it, and explained to Feng Mu sentence by sentence, Feng Mu listened patiently, and when he didn't understand something, he asked respectfully, and the old man also knew everything.

In this way, Feng Mu could have gone back before dinner, but because he had memorized that profound method, he forgot the time. It was already midnight, and the rainstorm outside the sky had stopped, and the sound of small insects was remembered all around.

Feng Mu sat cross-legged, and because of the old man's guidance, he re-sorted out the tricks in his mind and fused them with each other. The tricks that Master Lu had taught him before had no obvious shortcomings, but they were only a few words, and everyone had a different understanding.

It was only later that the old man told Feng Mu that in fact, this technique could be practiced independently, but only by fusing it together could it exert its inherent power. The old man also said that this method and the "Towering Deed" were both created by the martial arts alliance leader back then, and he separated these methods before he died.

Feng Mu felt that he could understand why the martial arts alliance leader of the year did this, such a technique, after his death, no one could protect it, so he made this decision and hid them in the rivers and lakes.

After Feng Mu finished carrying it, he arched his hand to the mausoleum guard, fell asleep upside down, and when he woke up, it was already a good day for the morning sun to rise.

Feng Mu stood up, looked at the old man's back, and thanked him gratefully, the old man waved his hand and advised: "I hope you will use this exercise for a long time, otherwise you will be punished by heaven." ”

The weight of this sentence was very heavy, Feng Mu nodded respectfully yes, the old man waved his hand, Feng Mu turned his head and left, and it was not until he left that the old man showed a complicated smile. (To be continued.) )