Mu Chen's black eyes stared at the stone chamber in front of him brightly. As the lord of the pastoral realm, Mu Feng was considered a strong person in this northern spirit realm, and the inventory over the years would naturally not be weak.
As for his father, Mu Chen was not at all polite, and walked quickly into the stone room, then he picked up a roll of jade slips, and glanced at it. On the jade slips, a light font appeared.
Van-level middle-ranking spirit tactics, fire cloud skill.
Mu Chen blinked. Generally speaking, the cumbersome spirit tactics are divided into exercise method spirit tactics, attack spirit tactics, defense spirit tactics, etc., and these various types of spirit tactics are roughly divided into three levels, god level, and spirit. Each level is divided into upper, middle and lower grades, each of which is divided into upper, middle and lower grades. Right now, this Huoyun Gong is a volume of mortal grade middle-grade exercises.
Mu Chen played with the jade and simply put it down, apparently not interested, then strolled into the depths, occasionally picked up a roll, but then put it back again.
Mu Feng slowly followed Mu Chen, letting him choose the many spirit arts here.
The Hundred Swords Spirit Jue, the top grade of the mortal class.
Breaking the Mountain Code, the top grade of the mortal class.
The dazzling array of spirit arts filled Mu Chen’s eyeballs. Although most of them were Mortal level spirit arts, Mu Chen knew that if these spirit arts were taken out, it would be enough to cause a lot of people to snatch them. This North Spirit Realm is not ordinary.
Mu Chen's steps, after wandering for a long time, finally reached the depths of the stone room, but he still couldn't see his favorite Ling Jue. Then he raised his head and looked at the last stone stand, where, There are three opened jade boxes.
"Your kid is very ambitious. These three-volume spirit arts were obtained through your father's life." Mu Feng couldn't help but smile when he saw Mu Chen cast his eyes on the three jade boxes.
Mu Chen walked up a little curiously when he heard the words, and then took out a roll of jade slips from the jade box. The jade slips were all crystal clear, and there was some temperature to the touch, obviously not ordinary products.
"Yanlong Law" Mu Chen swept across the jade slip, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes: "It turned out to be a subordinate spirit art?"
He is very clear about the value of the spirit level spirit art. If it were to be auctioned off, it would be impossible to think of not a million spirit coins.
"Well, what I am practicing is this Yanlong technique, which I obtained when I obtained the Yanlong Carved Soul Soul." Mu Feng nodded and said.
Mu Chen played with this scroll of jade slips, and then took out the other two scrolls. These two volumes of spirit tactics, one volume is called "Zhentian Secret Art" and the other volume is called "Juling Jian". It is a sub-level of the spirit level.
Mu Chen couldn't put it down with these three volumes of jade Jane, and for a while he was a bit hesitant to choose.
"Have you chosen? These three volumes of Ling Jue are all comparable. You can take one to practice. If you have a more suitable Ling Jue in the future, you can change it." Mu Feng smiled lightly on the side.
Mu Chen hesitated, his palm floating on the three-volume jade slip, and finally stayed on the "Gathering Mirror". Although this scroll of spirit art is not good at attacking, it has a lot of effect on laying a solid foundation.
Mu Chen's palm was floating above the "Spirit Mirror", but when he was about to make a choice, his heart suddenly moved slightly for some reason, and then his eyes drifted a little unconsciously, and then, on the three jade In the shadow of the box, he saw a dark black jade slip covered with dust.
"what is this?"
Mu Chen froze for a moment, and stretched out his palm, grasping the dark black jade slip, his eyes swept over, only to see the rough jade slip surface with faint writing appearing.
"The Great Buddha Art?"
Mu Chen looked at these vague words, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes, it didn't even indicate the rank of Ling Jue
Mu Chen Xiang Mu Feng was puzzled, but he was stunned. At this time, the latter looked at the dark black jade slip in his hand with a complex look, and his expression was full of gentle nostalgia.
"Father?" Mu Chen yelled, raising the jade slip in his hand: "What kind of spirit art is this? Why didn't you specify the rank?"
"It's just a volume of ordinary spirit art, you can choose another one." Mu Feng retracted his gaze and said slowly.
Mu Chen frowned, his palm rubbed the black jade slip, fell silent for a moment, and smiled: "I want it."
Mu Feng's body paused, he stared at Mu Feng, and the latter also stared at him. The youthful and tender face was somewhat stubborn at this time.
"Do you really want to choose it?" Mu Feng said after a moment of silence.
Mu Chen nodded, and said: "I don't know why, I always feel that if I don't choose it, I will regret it, daddy, what is the origin of this spirit art?"
Mu Feng looked at the jade slip with complicated eyes, and it took a long time before he breathed out a long breath, gave a wry smile, and muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Jing, you really deserve to be your son."
"This volume of jade slips was left by your mother. To be precise, it should be reserved for you, but she also said that if you didn't choose to reach it, let it stay in the dust." Mu Feng whispered. road.
"mother?"
Mu Chen's body trembled uncontrollably, and this strange but slightly trembling word murmured in his mouth. He seemed to have never seen his mother before, but faintly, there was a blur in his heart. But it has a particularly deep and gentle shadow.
Since he is sensible, he has not bothered Mu Feng asking for news about his mother, and Mu Feng also did not mention that between the two fathers and sons, sometimes it seems that they choose to avoid that is very important for them. People.
"Mother should still be there, right? Where is she?"
Mu Chen rubbed the jade slip, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask what he wanted to know most in his heart all these years. When he was young, he had carved many wood carvings. Those wood carvings were exactly the same. But there is no clear face, because the original shape of the wood carving is the gentle shadow that looms deep in his heart.
Every wood carving is a trace of sustenance and longing.
"Your mother's matter is very complicated. It won't help to tell you now, but if you really want to know it, then practice it. When you cultivate it to a certain level, you will naturally know it." Mu Feng was silent for a long time, and finally his palms were slowly clenched, his eyes staring at Mu Chen.
"Mother's departure, is it related to me?" Mu Chen asked suddenly.
"You have always been the person she cares about most, for you, she can give up everything."
Mu Feng didn't answer directly. He just rubbed Mu Chen's head with his big hand, and said with a mockery: "It's your father who is not capable and can't let your mother and child be together."
"I tried, but I failed, sorry."
Mu Chen nodded silently, and a bright smile appeared on his immature face: "Daddy wants to see my mother again, right?"
"I really want to, I really want to reunite with my family." Mu Feng raised his head and murmured in a low voice, with endless thoughts too.
Mu Chen held his palm tightly, and the rough dark black jade slip exuded a warm temperature in his palm. After a long time, he raised his head and smiled at Mu Feng: "I chose it, daddy, don't worry, don't you I will help you accomplish what you do. If you believe me, one day, I will let our family reunite, and no one can stop it!"
Mu Feng stared at the immature, firm-eyed young man with a sense of sorrow and grief rippling on his chest, which made his eyes redden a little, and finally nodded his head.
Jing, our son, is not ordinary.