Chapter 4 The Secret of the Great Buddha

Muchen's black eyes were shining brightly as he looked at the stone chamber in front of him. As the master of the pastoral domain, Mu Feng was considered to be one of the few strong men in the Northern Spiritual Realm. Naturally, his inventory over the years would not be weak.

As for his father, Muchen was not polite at all. He quickly walked into the stone room, then picked up a jade slip and glanced at it. On the jade slip, there were rays of fonts appearing.

A mid-level mortal level spiritual art, Fire Cloud Skill.

Muchen blinked. Generally speaking, spiritual arts are divided into three types: Kung Fu spiritual arts, attack spiritual arts, defensive spiritual arts, etc. These various spiritual arts are roughly divided into three levels: god level, spiritual level, etc. Level, ordinary level, each level is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. The current Fire Cloud Skill is a volume of spiritual techniques for the middle level of ordinary level.

Muchen played with the jade slip for a while and then put it down, obviously showing little interest. Then he wandered into the depths, occasionally picking up a roll, but then he put it back.

Mu Feng slowly followed Muchen, letting him choose from the many spiritual techniques here.

Hundred Swords Spirit Art, top-grade mortal level.

Broken Mountain Code, top-grade ordinary level.

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A dazzling array of spiritual arts filled Muchen's eyes. Although most of them were mortal-level spiritual arts, Muchen also understood that if these spiritual arts were taken out, they would be enough to cause a lot of people to grab them. Mu Feng's collection was in This Northern Spirit Realm is not ordinary.

Muchen's footsteps, after wandering for a long time, finally reached the depths of the stone chamber, but he still could not see the spiritual secret he wanted. Then he raised his head and looked at the last stone shelf, where, There are three open jade boxes placed on it.

"You are quite ambitious. These three volumes of spiritual secrets were obtained by your father at the risk of his life." Mu Feng couldn't help but smile when he saw Mu Chen looking at the three jade boxes.

Muchen was a little curious when he heard this and walked up, and then took out a jade slip from the jade box. The jade slip was crystal clear and had some warmth to the touch. It was obviously not ordinary.

"The Flame Dragon Technique..." Muchen glanced at the jade slip, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes: "It turns out to be a low-grade spiritual technique?"

He was very aware of the value of the spirit-level spirit arts. If it were to be auctioned, it would be impossible to obtain even a million spirit coins.

"Well, what I practice is this Flame Dragon Technique, which I got when I obtained the Flame Dragon Eagle Spirit Soul." Mu Feng nodded and said.

Muchen played with the jade slip for a while, and then took out the other two volumes. These two volumes of spiritual tactics, one titled "Zhentian Jue" and the other titled "Julingjian", both It is at the lower level of the spiritual level.

Muchen couldn't put it down these three volumes of jade slips, and for a moment he was a little hesitant about which choice to make.

"Have you made your choice? These three volumes of spiritual formulas are all comparable. You can choose one to practice. If there is a more suitable spiritual formula in the future, you can just switch to another practice." Mu Feng said with a smile at the side.

Muchen hesitated, his palms floating on the three jade slips, and finally resting on the "Gathering Spirit Mirror". Although this volume of spiritual techniques is not good at attacking, it is very effective in laying a good foundation.

Muchen's palm was suspended above the "Spirit Gathering Mirror", but just when he was about to make a choice, his heart suddenly felt slightly touched for some unknown reason, and then his eyes drifted a little unconsciously, and then, the three jade In the shadow of the box, he saw a dark black jade slip covered with dust.

"What's this?"

Muchen was startled for a moment, stretched out his palm, and grasped the dark black jade slip in his hand. His eyes swept over it, and he could only see vague handwriting emerging on the surface of the rough jade slip.

"The Great Buddha Technique?"

Muchen looked at these four vague words, and a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes. There was no level of spiritual art written on it?

Muchen looked at Mu Feng doubtfully, but was stunned. At this time, the latter looked at the dark jade slip in his hand with a complicated expression, and his expression was full of tender nostalgia.

"Dad?" Muchen called out and raised the jade slip in his hand: "What kind of spiritual secret is this? Why didn't you specify the grade?"

"It's just a volume of ordinary spiritual tactics. You can choose something else." Mu Feng retracted his gaze and said slowly.

Muchen frowned, rubbed the black jade slip with his palm, was silent for a moment, and said with a smile, "I want it."

Mu Feng paused and stared at Mu Feng, who also looked at him. The young man's immature face showed some stubbornness at this time.

"Do you really want to choose it?" Mu Feng was silent for a moment and said.

Muchen nodded and said: "I don't know why, but I always feel that if I don't choose it, I will regret it. Dad, where does this spiritual secret come from?"

Mu Feng looked at the jade slip with complicated eyes. After a long while, he took a long breath, smiled bitterly, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "Jing, I am indeed your son."

"This jade slip was left by your mother. To be precise, it should be left to you, but she also said that if you don't choose it, then let it gather dust forever." Mu Feng said softly. road.

"mother?"

Muchen's body couldn't help but tremble, and he murmured this unfamiliar word but his heart trembled slightly. He seemed to have never seen his mother, but there was a vague feeling deep in his heart. But a particularly profound shadow of gentleness.

Since he became sensible, he has not pestered Mu Feng to ask for news about his mother, and Mu Feng has also never mentioned that between the two fathers and sons, sometimes it seems that they choose to avoid things that are very important to them. people.

"My mother should still be there, right? Where...is she?"

Muchen rubbed the jade slips, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask what he had wanted to know most these years. When he was a child, he had carved many wood carvings. The wood carvings were exactly the same, except that But there is no clear face, because the original shape of the wood carving is the gentle shadow looming 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, then practice it. When you practice it to a certain level, you will naturally know it." Mu Feng was silent for a long time, and finally he slowly clenched his palms, staring at Muchen with bright eyes.

"Does my mother's departure have something to do with me?" Muchen suddenly asked.

"You have always been the person she cared about the most. For you, she would give up everything."

Mu Feng did not answer directly, but gently rubbed Muchen's head with his big hand, and said mockingly: "It's because your father is incompetent and can't let you mother and son be together."

"I tried hard, but... I still failed. I'm sorry."

Muchen nodded silently, with a bright smile on his young face: "Daddy wants to see mommy again, right?"

"I really want to, I really want to reunite with my family." Mu Feng raised his head and murmured endless longing.

Mu Chen clenched his palms tightly, and the rough dark black jade slips exuded warmth in his palms. After a long time, he raised his head and smiled at Mu Feng: "I chose it, dad, don't worry, you didn't I will help you complete what you have accomplished. If you believe in me, one day, I will reunite our family and no one can stop me!"

Mu Feng stared blankly at the young man with a tender face and firm eyes. A sense of sadness rippled through his chest, which made his eyes turn red. Finally, he nodded heavily.

Jing, our son is not ordinary.

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