荒墟牧神 - 第346章 兇悍無以復加 - 簡牘書房

I haven't had a fight in days — I was only loosening up my muscles and bones, not seeking revenge or killing anyone.

Now that I've loosened up, my body and mind are both at ease!

" The three were shocked and frightened. Looking down, they saw Qingyou sprawled spread-eagle at the bottom of the pit. "Uncle-Master. . .

" one of the girls said timidly. "I'm fine!

" Qingyou lay there without moving, yet his voice was still full of vigor. "Don't mind me. Let me lie here a while.

" The three were relieved.

The somewhat older of the men said, "Uncle-Master Qingyou is fine.

" Shen Mu looked at the three.

One of them was an old acquaintance, Wang Muran, whom he had met once before. Wang Muran was a disciple of Zhen the Unfettered, one of Little Jade Capital's immortals.

Zhen had been invited down from the mountain by the Eighth Imperial Uncle Ling Yinfeng to intercept the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping, and had been slain by him.

In those days Wang Muran had been a mischievous boy. When Shen Mu first met him, Zhen the Unfettered was fishing by the pool beneath the waterfall at the foot of the mountain, while the boy threw stones nearby; Yue Qinghong had even said that the child must be his own flesh and blood, or he would have been beaten to death long ago.

Wang Muran had been mischievous then, but after two years apart he had grown far more steady. Zhen the Unfettered's death had struck him hard and forced him to mature.

The boy's former innocence and mischief had vanished without a trace, replaced by steadiness and restraint. His clothes had changed to black, his gaze had grown deep, and now and then a flash of spirit would pass through his eyes. No doubt the drive to avenge his master had made him train bitterly these two years, and that same drive had stripped him of Little Jade Capital's ethereal immortal bearing. His aura was savage and violent — his arts and divine abilities must be exceedingly domineering!

Shen Mu had grown, and so had he.