Feng Mu stayed in Shushan for three months, Xiao Chucai took over as the head of the teaching, and there was no time to come until he exercised, fortunately, Feng Mu mastered the basic methods, so he cultivated on his own, but he was also at ease.

When Zeng Xilai and others received the news, the overall situation of Shushan had been decided, and it was an hour after the end of the war.

Feng Mu asked the four of them to stay in Shushan for half a month, and only after making sure that there was no strong enemy to attack Shushan, and the internal rectification of Shushan was completed, Feng Mu repatriated the four people.

"Lord, why don't you leave with us?"

Sun Fen had the deepest feelings for Feng Mu, and before parting, he had this question, Feng Mu just shook his head lightly, and said: "My cultivation methods are different from yours, but in Shushan, it can solve the confusion in my heart, and after the confusion in my heart disappears completely, I will naturally leave." ”

After Feng Mu finished speaking, Zeng Xilai and the others said goodbye to him and left, Feng Mu looked at the backs of the four of them, thinking about this farewell, and didn't know when they would see each other again.

During those three months, Feng Mu exercised his body in the way that Xiao Chucai had taught him before. In the past three months, he first lifted a stone of dozens of catties for exercise, and later he was able to lift a stone of hundreds of catties.

Feng Mu's body has become tough, and his originally thin body, because of the high-intensity exercise, has also increased his appetite, so he has grown strong muscles in these three months.

Three months later, Feng Mu felt that he was already able to withstand the attacks of ordinary masters, and his qi veins had also strengthened unconsciously in the training of these days.

Feng Mu, who didn't know how to be good, remembered the mausoleum keeper in his mind again, he was able to move freely in Shushan, so when he walked towards the back mountain, none of the Shushan disciples who saw him went to ask.

Feng Mu came to the back mountain, in those mausoleums, he didn't see the old man, the hut was empty, and the old man disappeared out of thin air. Feng Mu returned to the main peak in disappointment, he found Xiao Chucai and asked him about the origin of the old man, but Xiao Chucai looked at him suspiciously, saying that he had never seen such an old man.

Feng Mu's heart froze, could it be that what he had seen before was a ghost? Immediately, Feng Mu dispelled his thoughts, and said in his heart: "It's definitely not my hallucination, there must be such an old man, but I don't know why he deliberately avoided me." ”

Thinking of this, Feng Mu felt that he should show sincerity, and after that, he went to the cemetery at dawn, and then meditated in the cabin, and only went back when night fell.

Another half a month passed, Feng Mu simply lived in the wooden house, and he no longer went back to eat, but brought a bag of rice from the side of the room for the stove and kitchen utensils in the cabin. Luckily, there are some vegetables planted in the clearing on the left, and there is a mountain spring on the higher mountain.

Feng Mu was self-sufficient in this way, and persevered for another month, during which he began to practice the martial arts on the sword book "Tianshui Eighteen Styles" given to him by Xiao Chucai.

It's just that the hidden blade used by Feng Mu is too small, and it doesn't quite match the sword moves recorded above, Feng Mu later had to borrow a sword from a Shushan disciple, that person knew Feng Mu's relationship, and had a lot to do with the new head of the sect, and after reporting to the teacher, he handed over a good sword to Feng Mu.

Feng Mu used that sword to practice swords, and he got twice the result with half the effort, he used ten days, and he was already familiar with those sword moves. According to the records on the sword spectrum, the sword moves also need to cooperate with the internal strength of Shushan to be able to exert great power.

Feng Mu doesn't know much about Shushan's internal strength and mental method, he knows the method of returning to the Yuan with ten thousand breaths, but he is not very familiar with Shushan's fire separation technique. He didn't go to Xiao Chucai, but went to find the four swordsmen who were somewhat disabled.

The four of them were very polite to Feng Mu, and they all knew everything, and handed over the fire separation skill of Shushan to Feng Mu, and Feng Mu began to integrate the internal strength into the sword moves.

Ten days passed again, but Feng Mu felt that the moves he had used were not very powerful. When **** Hao taught him swordsmanship before, he said that the most important thing in sword practice is sword intent, followed by sword qi, and finally sword moves.

Feng Mu, who was obsessed with sword moves, felt that if he continued to cultivate like this, he would not make any progress, so he began to comprehend the sword qi in those sword moves. He poured the internal force of his body into the sword, and then slashed down at a large tree in the distance.

I only heard a "snort", the big tree was not cut down on the main trunk, but the branches that were cut off were broken in response.

Feng Mu calmly looked at everything in front of him, and then shook his head, such a move, he could have used it a long time ago, but after practicing the sword for so long, there was not much progress.

Feng Mu shook his head and walked towards the cabin, these days, he was obsessed with martial arts training, and he didn't take cooking very seriously. On his way back, a wild boar suddenly sprang out, with two fangs as if to choose someone to eat, and the bloody mouth had already opened, and a loud roar came out of the mouth.

Feng Mu's heart moved, this wild boar of hundreds of catties, although it is not as good as the wild boar king of hundreds of catties, but ordinary people encounter it, and they can only be killed by it. Feng Mu clenched the sword in his hand a little tighter, a smile appeared on his face, looked at the fierce wild boar, and said lightly: "I am a vegetarian these days, it is rare for you to send it to the door, I am really grateful." ”

The wild boar couldn't understand Feng Mu's words, it looked at the young man, and suddenly ran wildly, with a huge head, arching towards Feng Mu.

Feng Mu's toes were a little bit, and his body flew into the air, and the wild boar fell into the air with a blow, and he couldn't hold his feet, and hit a small tree, only to hear a "jam" sound, and the small tree broke in response.

Feng Mu's body stayed on the ground, maybe it was a wild boar that struck the air, and it also hit the tree, making it painful, so the animal was even more angry, and after seeing Feng Mu's position clearly, he screamed again and rushed towards him with all his strength.

The speed of this wild boar was extremely fast, and it was not inferior to those masters, Feng Mu didn't dare to be careless, he calmed down, and clenched the iron sword in his hand. Just as the wild boar was about to rush within a foot of Feng Mu's body, Feng Mu raised the iron sword in his hand and cut it off on the head.

A miserable cry resounded in this silent mountain, the wild boar had been split in half, Feng Mu looked at the blood stains all over the ground, and then looked at the iron sword in his hand, the blood stains on it were mottled, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Sure enough, although it was easy to kill the wild boar, it did not exert the power of the sword move. Just when Feng Mu was a little stunned, he only heard a vicissitudes of life voice behind him: "Tianshui eighteen-style sword moves, it's not used like this. ”

Feng Mu turned his head suddenly, what he saw in his eyes was the original mausoleum guard, Feng Mu called out to the senior, then hugged his fists and bowed, and said, "Please ask the seniors for some advice, the kid is grateful." ”

The old man said flatly: "Don't dare to point, it's okay to say your own opinion." ”

Feng Mu was overjoyed in his heart, and was about to thank him, but the old man stopped: "Roast that wild boar first, no matter what, it's not as important as filling your stomach." ”

Feng Mu agreed, and then went to deal with the wild boar he killed. (To be continued.) )