The courtyard door was opened roughly, and four burly servants in gray came in.
Mu Feng frowned, looked at the four people, and frowned, "What are you doing? Who let you into my yard!"
"Master Feng"
Among the four, the burly servant with a height of 1.9 meters clasped his fists and saluted Mu Feng, and said carelessly: "We are here to move things under the order of Young Master Qing."
"Move something, move what?"
Mu Feng frowned, and asked.
"Of course it is to move your things. Young master Qing said that this Danxin elegant courtyard is for the first day of Mu's family, not for trash. From tomorrow onwards, teenagers will move into Danxin courtyard. As for your place, young master has already Arranged, in the East Wing Courtyard”
The burly man said with a fake smile.
Hearing this, Mu Feng narrowed his eyes, revealing a sharp edge.
The young master they were talking about was Mu Qing, the son of his third uncle, who was two years older than him, and already a first-tier cultivation in the Zifu, and had a bad temper with Mu Feng since he was a child.
Perhaps it was also because of his father's generation that Mu Feng's father, Mu Tian, had surpassed Mu Qing's father, Mu Ye, when he was there, and his cultivation talent had also surpassed Mu Qing since he was a child.
The Danxin elegant courtyard where he lives is the best elegant courtyard among the younger generation of the Mu family, with four rooms, a living room, a study room and a practice room, front and rear courtyards.
However, Mu Feng has been honing and practicing in the army for many years, and he is not often at Mu's house, so he usually does not arrange servants to serve Mu Feng.
The East Wing is just an ordinary house of the Mu family, and it is far behind the Danxin Yayuan.
Now that Mu Feng is abolished and his father is dead, Mu Qing can't wait to step on his cousin and make things worse.
"Move it for me!"
The burly servant ignored Mu Feng and called the other three to go in quickly.
"Stop it!"
With a loud shout, Mu Feng quickly stepped forward and grabbed the servant's hand, raised his hand and slapped him.
"Who gave you the courage to let you move my things, Mu Qing, what is he?"
Mu Feng's face was cold, and he slapped him so hard that he knocked out the servant's teeth, and one side of his face was swollen with a mouthful of blood.
Perhaps because Mu Feng made him angry, the leading servant said coldly: "Master Feng, I respect you now, you are Master Feng, I don't respect you, you are a fucking piece of trash without father or mother, don't give it to me." Shameless, move it for me!"
The servant ordered again, and the other three entered the house and began to move things.
In Mu Feng's eyes, there was a murderous look, and there was a ray of red light in the depths of the eyes.
The servant snorted coldly, and walked past Mu Feng, but Mu Feng moved instantly, kicking the servant's chest sideways, and the servant backed away repeatedly with a bang.
Mu Feng stepped on the sole of his foot, his body shot out like an arrow, and his hand joined into a sword finger. There was a wisp of white energy around the finger, and he inserted it into the throat of this burly servant with a puff.
"Eh... Gulu..."
The man grabbed Mu Feng's hand and looked at Mu Feng in disbelief. Blood gushed out of the blood hole in his throat. He never thought that Mu Feng would suddenly violently kill someone.
The other three servants were startled, they put down the things in their hands, and looked at Mu Feng in horror.
And Mu Feng pinched the man's neck with one hand, the blood dripped down from his arm, and stared at the man with slightly red eyes.
"Do you know that you don't deserve to die for this crime, but in my life, I hate people scolding my parents the most, so you should die."
Click!
Mu Feng's servant said coldly in his ear, when he squeezed his hand hard, there was a click, and the pierced throat was directly crushed.
There are two wounds in Mu Feng's heart. One is his mother. He has never seen his mother since he was a child. When he sees others acting like a baby in his mother's arms, he doesn't know how much he longs for it.
When he was a child, he often asked, "Father, why do people have mothers and I don't have mothers?"
Every time his father was asked by him like this, he would always drink in silence by himself, pat his head and say nothing. When he grew up, he could see a trace of sadness in his father's eyes, and then he never asked again.
Because Mu Tian was often in the army, and Mu Feng didn't have a mother, he was afraid that his son would lack parental care, so he took him with him personally, and brought him with him in the army. He only stayed at Mu's house for two months a year.
And his mother has always been a dark wound in Mu Feng's heart, and his father's death is his new wound, this servant's words touched his old wound, so it's no wonder that Mu Feng would kill someone.
Boom!
Mu Feng threw the servant's body on the ground, shook off the blood on his hands, and looked at the three of them.
Those three people were scared out of their wits. Mu Feng's eyes were sharp, and he looked at the three of them with a murderous look. This kind of cold gaze and murderous look was not something a fifteen-year-old boy could have.
At this time, he is the iron-blooded boy who fought among thousands of armies, Mu Feng!
"Master Feng, spare your life, Master Feng, spare your life!"
The three of them looked at each other, then quickly knelt down, begging for mercy.
In fact, they are not ordinary people, they all have the seventh and sixth levels of meridian opening, but they have been frightened by Mu Feng's aura. The three of them have not killed anyone yet, so they were naturally shocked by this bloody scene.
"Get out! Go back and tell Mu Qing, let him stop messing with me."
Mu Feng spat out a word coldly, and the three of them hurriedly got up and ran out, carrying the man's body to leave.
With a thought in his heart, Mu Feng quickly shouted, "Wait!"
The three of them stopped while carrying the corpse.
"leave the body"
Mu Feng said indifferently, and the three of them looked at each other.
"Could it be that Master Feng still didn't let Kuisan's body go?"
The three of them felt chilly, guessed wildly, put down the body quickly, and ran out of Danxin Yayuan like a gallop.
Mu Feng went over and closed the courtyard door. He carried Kuisan's body in one hand and dragged it into the practice room next to his bedroom behind the living room. There was a long bloodstain on the ground.
Mu Feng closed the stone door of the training room. The training room is made of hard steel and rock, and even a master in the Condensation Realm cannot break through it.
The training room is simple, with only futons, a sandalwood stove, and a tea table.
But at this time, it was stained with blood from the corpse.
Mu Feng sat in front of the futon, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. After calming down, he put one hand on Kuisan's corpse, and performed the method of refining blood energy in the Shura Sutra.
I saw a gust of energy gushing out from his palm, and the blood in Kuisan's corpse actually started to boil, burning a stream of bloody air.
This bloody air flow poured into Mu Feng's body, poured into the body through the acupoints all over his body, poured into the blood-red Yuanmai, and flowed to the fourth broken Yuanmai.
The fourth primordial meridian healed little by little under the nourishment of blood energy!
After a while, the corpse turned into a bloodless mummy. There was only a set of bloody clothes on the dry corpse. It was skinny and frightening. Even the blood that flowed on the ground disappeared completely!
But Mu Feng exhaled a long breath of white air, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.
One-third of his fourth yuan meridian has recovered!
(end of this chapter)