Chapter 602 Autumn Feather Pattern Code

The whole body of the book was purple, one foot thick, emitting faint starlight, and landed on Mu Feng's palm.

On the cover of the book, there are four big purple and gold characters, four words of autumn collection!

"Is this the Qiuzang Wendian, the lifelong collection of Grandmaster Qiuyu?"

Mu Feng was excited and rubbed against the book.

This book is not a page, but a condensed form of energy, which is formed by the interweaving of thousands of spirit patterns.

"Drop into the blood, and this rune book will be yours from now on. After wrapping it up, you can find the Dao rune yourself, and the Dao rune created by your comprehension, all of which can be recorded in your rune book."

Qinghu said.

Hearing this, Mu Feng quickly dripped a drop of blood, and the blood dripped into the pattern code, and the pattern light flashed.

With a thought in Mu Feng's mind, this pattern turned into a talisman light, which shot into Mu Feng's dantian, immersed and manifested in Mu Feng's dantian, emitting a faint talisman light.

"This tattoo can actually be stored in the body"

Mu Feng said in surprise.

"It's natural, this rune book itself can be regarded as a spiritual weapon, but it only has the ability to record and collect Dao runes."

Qinghu laughed.

Mu Feng spread his palms, and the rune code once again appeared in the palm of his hand as a talisman light.

Mu Feng's soul power poured into the pattern code, and he suddenly came to a space of stars. In this space, there were a series of stars with spiritual patterns, the number of which was exactly the same as the ones in the inheritance hall.

Mu Feng's soul power entered a star body, and suddenly a scroll pattern of dao patterns appeared in front of Mu Feng's eyes.

"Fourth-Rank Low-Rank Rejuvenation Pill Pattern"

Mu Feng muttered to himself, this is exactly the grain of a kind of panacea, and the formula of the medicinal materials is recorded.

Mu Feng then extended his soul power to other dao pattern stars.

"Fourth-rank middle-grade spiritual weapon, flame spirit knife pattern"

This is a pattern of a spiritual weapon, a kind of refining pattern of a spiritual knife.

Afterwards, Mu Feng inspected other Dao pattern stars. There were spirit patterns of spirit runes, spirit patterns of formations, pills, symbols, formations, and weapons. Top grade.

There are many more, Mu Feng's dao pattern astral body, Mu Feng's soul power can't open it, can't penetrate it, it should be a fifth-order spirit pattern, and his current cultivation base can't comprehend the fifth-order dao pattern astral body.

"This is the fighting spirit pattern!"

Mu Feng opened a star in a group of dao pattern stars that were rare after all, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Fourth-tier mid-level fighting spirit pattern, Qianyu Meteor!"

Mu Feng quickly probed into another dao pattern star body, and it was another kind of fighting spirit pattern, the fourth-order low-grade fighting spirit pattern, eight-armed magic fist!

Mu Feng withdrew his soul consciousness and looked at the starry sky. There were only dozens of stars in this star cluster, but it meant that there were dozens of fighting spirit patterns here!

Even Mu Feng couldn't help a burst of ecstasy and excitement. There were not so many spirit patterns recorded in the Shura Divine Jade.

Mu Feng withdrew from the soul consciousness, and there was surprise and shock in his eyes.

Grandmaster Qiu Yu is a well-deserved generation of spiritual pattern masters. This collection is comparable to few of the world's pattern masters.

"How about it? It's shocking. These are the masters who have collected so many spirit patterns for hundreds of years."

Qinghu smiled proudly.

"Grandmaster Qiuyu, a well-deserved generation of spirit pattern masters, the juniors admire"

Mu Feng saluted Qiu Yu's body in the main hall, and said in admiration.

"It's only natural. The way of death is empty, and the master left. He left these spiritual patterns to inherit, just because he doesn't want the Zhou Wu Dynasty's pattern to be lonely, and it can't weaken the prestige of one of the six great dynasties."

Qinghu said, Mu Feng couldn't help feeling admiration for Grandmaster Qiuyu.

When a person has fallen, he still wants to leave congratulations for the Zhou Wu Dynasty and cultivate talents. It is no wonder that future generations will respect and admire Master Qiu Yu so much. Even after a thousand years, his name will still It still lives in the hearts of the younger generations of tattoo masters.

A generation of spirit pattern masters, well-deserved!

"Okay, you have also obtained the inheritance of the master, let's leave, I hope that one day, you can carry forward the inheritance of the master."

Qinghu said.

"Senior Qinghu, will you still stay here?"

Mu Feng said.

"This is natural. I will always stay here to accompany the master. Every hundred years, I will choose another successor like you to inherit the four ways of autumn feathers, so as to ensure that the Zhouwu Dynasty will not be lonely for a day."

Qinghu said, Mu Feng felt a little heavy when he heard the words, and he also felt a wave of respect for this Qinghu.

"Senior's love for Master Qiuyu and Zhou Wuwen's protection moved Mu Feng."

Mu Feng said sincerely.

The master fell for thousands of years, and the tiger demon still persisted during his lifetime. This feeling is touching.

Inheriting the Tao of Zhou Wuwen from the trapped palace, this feeling is even more respectable.

Perhaps seeing Mu Feng's admiring gaze, Qinghu laughed at himself.

"Actually, it's not as great as you think. It's just that I'm already in martial arts. I have no further hope. My body has fallen. Now I'm living in this machine. I don't have the martial arts blood of you young people. It's better to be here quietly. linger on, lest you have to go out and be ashamed.”

"If the world knows that the former king of the Demon King Palace has become like this, it will really make people laugh out loud."

Mu Feng didn't know what to persuade when he heard the words, he just said: "Senior, you don't have to worry too much about the past, people or monsters, you have to look forward, but the feelings of the senior will still make the younger generation respectful and moved, if one day, the younger generation will be able to do what they can. Now, I will definitely spread the four ways of Qiuzang to the world, and let the world know its merits."

"It's kind of you to have such a heart"

Qinghu nodded.

"This junior wants to say goodbye to Grandmaster Qiuyu again"

Mu Feng said, Qinghu agreed to Mu Feng's request.

Bringing Mu Feng back to the palace, Mu Feng came to Qiuyu Grandmaster's body, respectfully knelt down and bowed three times.

"The younger generation inherits the pattern code of the older generation, and should respectfully call the older generation a teacher, disciple Mu Feng, and pay homage to the teacher's teaching three times."

After Mu Feng finished speaking, he kowtowed three times.

Qinghu then nodded secretly, Mu Feng knew better than the disciples of the Taoist master who had passed on the pattern for hundreds of years before, he knew how to respect the teacher and respect the way, which showed his true character.

Mu Feng bowed three times, then got up, intending to leave with Qinghu.

While sending Mu Feng off, Qinghu said: "Qiu Yu Si Dao, not everyone can learn it. You have passed many tests to get this opportunity. Others will definitely covet the code on your body. After you go out, be careful of villains persecuting you."

"The juniors understand"

Mu Feng nodded, he was not guilty but he was guilty.

Fortunately, he is also a disciple of Wenshidian now, even if others know that he is carrying a treasure, they probably won't blatantly offend Wenshidian to snatch it.

"Also, this seat also thinks that you are more pleasing to the eye, so I will give you another chance to save your life by the way."

Qinghu said, the Dao patterns on its tiger palm surged and intertwined, condensed a rune light, and shot into Mu Feng's palm.

There was a stabbing pain in Mu Feng's palm, leaving a tiger-shaped rune condensed in his palm, Mu Feng looked at Qinghu suspiciously.