Chapter 10 Wutai Poetry Case
Murong Ji's brain is still in a downtime state.

Gradually he came to his senses. He didn't know who Uncle Zhang Ping was, but he knew very well who Mr. Wuzhen was.

Zhang Boduan, the founder of the Southern School of Taoism! !
Becoming a saint and a patriarch, these four words are enough to describe his status.

If you don't know him yet, it doesn't matter.

You know the Golden Elixir Method, right? The later practice concepts and the concept of achieving both sexual and life perfection all came from him.

The method of making elixir originated from Ge Hong, was formed by Chen Tuan, and perfected by Zhang Boduan.

Swallowing a golden elixir into my belly, my fate is up to me!

Murong Ji never expected that Zhang Boduan was still alive!

What are the Four Heavenly Dragons! What is the Sweeping Monk? In front of this guy, they are all younger brothers!

Can martial artists be compared with immortals? They are not in the same league.

Murong Ji came to his senses and hurried back to Mantuo Villa.

After three months of absence, the atmosphere in the villa became very strange. The whole villa became cautious, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

Murong Ji's face looked a little solemn. Wang Xin and Li Qingluo had finally come to the end of their relationship.

The strange atmosphere lasted for the whole twelfth month, and the New Year is approaching.

What surprised Murong Ji was that the old lady of the Wang family, who seldom showed up, was about to show up.

News came that the old lady would come here to celebrate the New Year this year, and the heavy atmosphere on the farm seemed to be swept away.

As soon as the old lady's boat appeared, Murong Ji looked through the crowd. He wanted to see what Li Canghai, who fascinated Wuyazi, looked like.

When the old lady got off the boat, a heroic old lady appeared in front of Murong Ji. She looked like an old woman from a military family.

When Murong Ji took his first look, a character emerged in his mind: Lady She from Tianbo Mansion.

Of course, this person is not her. But the temperament and image are too similar, and the visual impact is extremely strong.

However, her face doesn't look like Li Qingluo at all.

Murong Ji lowered his head in thought. Could it be that this person was not Li Canghai? He remembered that there was a version in Tian Long that Li Qiushui gave her daughter to her apprentice to raise.

After looking at the old lady of the Wang family's face again, he had an idea in his mind.

New Year's Eve Dinner
It looked extremely harmonious and joyful, but Murong Ji felt that this was the last harmony.

Sure enough, after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, all the people and forces of the Wang family left with the old lady.

As a result, Wang Xin moved to the prefectural government office and never returned to Wang's Villa.

The entire villa suddenly became much emptier, and most of the houses in the huge villa became empty.

"Swindlers! They are all liars!" Li Qingluo smashed everything that could be smashed.

"What kind of person is a man? I've been living a good life with you! Why do you want to abandon me? Liar!"

"Unfaithful man! Duan Zhengchun! Wang Shen! Bastard! Unfaithful man!"

……

Murong Ji held Wang Yuyan outside the yard and listened to Li Qingluo's outburst and crying, feeling a little uncomfortable.

What could he say? Things were already a mess, and there was nothing he could do.

Fortunately, the Wang family was not too ruthless and seemed to leave the Gusu property to her. Li Qingluo was very special in the Wang family and was raised as a daughter by Old Lady Wang.

Now it doesn’t matter whether he calls Li Qingluo aunt or auntie.

In the second year of Yuanfeng, Murong Ji was ten years old. A lot of things happened at the beginning of this year. A prefect named Su showed off his literary talent in a memorial to Emperor Zhao Xu, which ignited the entire officialdom of the Song Dynasty.

The voices against Su were endless, and the implications were very wide.

The imperial concubine Wang Shen (Murong Ji's third uncle) was demoted to Junzhou.

The prefect Wang Shen (eldest uncle) was reported by the imperial envoy for his unfaithful wife and discord in his family, which questioned his ability to govern the local area, so he was recalled to the capital to report on his work.

Another unlucky prefect named Su, the great writer Su, was imprisoned awaiting trial. There was also a potential prime minister named Su, who was running around everywhere to save his brother...

They smashed open the door of Wang Anshi's house, who had long been retired, grabbed him by the back of his neck, and dragged him to the palace...

This also made the officials of the Song Dynasty see the recklessness of this Su Lao Er, who was not easy to mess with.

The event known in history as the Wudai Poetry Case officially began, and the officialdom of the Song Dynasty was reshuffled.

In the same year, when Li Qingluo learned that Wang Xin had completely abandoned her, she calmed down instead, to a terrifying degree.

A few months later, Wangjia Villa was renamed Mantuo Villa, and Li Qingluo recruited a lot of good men, all women, to guard the villa and manage Gusu's assets.

Even so, the villa was still empty, just like Li Qingluo's dead heart.

There are a few more rules in Mantuo Villa. Any man who comes to the villa will be killed and used as fertilizer for the flowers.

Murong Ji's Kung Fu has improved a lot. Only ten years old, he has always focused on polishing his basics, seeking stability rather than rushing.

Until the end of the year, no outsiders set foot in this villa.

Li Qingluo stood at the ferry and looked into the distance. A boat appeared on Taihu Lake.

A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties walked down. I have to say, he looked quite handsome.

Li Qingluo immediately went to meet him, "Dad, why did you come just now?"

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. There were only two people whom Li Qingluo could call dad: Wuyazi and Ding Chunqiu.

This person is Ding Chunqiu, who is in his prime!
Murong Ji swallowed subconsciously and lowered his head. He had already made some progress in his Xiao Wuxiang Gong, but he must not let this old guy see anything.

Li Qingluo took Ding Chunqiu towards Mantuo Villa. Murong Ji followed a group of maids and took a walk away while they were not paying attention.

Compared to Li Qingluo's aunt who has the temper of a young lady, Ding Chunqiu is a man who kills without blinking an eye. He can even kill his own master, so he will naturally not be soft-hearted to others.

Not long after returning to her room, a maid came to find her.

"Mr. Murong, the owner of the manor invites you."

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he wondered what excuse he could make to get away. After thinking for a while, he didn't have any good ideas. Instead, it would seem weird if he didn't go to see Ding Chunqiu.

Follow the maid to the study
"Master, the second young master Murong is here."

Walking into the study, Ding Chunqiu was sitting at the head of the desk, and Li Qingluo was sitting outside the desk holding Wang Yuyan.

"Come on, come here quickly, I've met you..." Li Qingluo couldn't figure out the seniority for a moment, so she simply changed the subject, "This is the contemporary master, let him give you some pointers."

Murong Ji was very respectful and polite, "Greetings, Senior."

Ding Chunqiu nodded, reached out to pull Murong Ji over, pinched his muscles, frowned slightly, and then relaxed.

Murong Ji noticed Ding Chunqiu's reaction out of the corner of his eye, and wondered what he was thinking, fearing that he would find out that he had practiced the Little Wuxiang Gong.

Li Qingluo smiled and said, "Dad, I don't have a son. Look at this child. What's he like?"

Ding Chunqiu nodded. "Qualifications, well, they're OK. Your achievements are limited. You have to think about it carefully."

Li Qingluo nodded and said, "This child is smart, and he doesn't get along with the eldest son of the Murong family. As his aunt, I will give him a way out. It's okay for my mother and I to rely on him to make a living in the future."

(End of this chapter)