Chapter 110 Worshiping the Mountain
"Buzz" Zhuo Bufan's sword kept buzzing, and the hand holding the sword was shaking a little.

It was quiet in the hall.

Some people were looking at the two Holy Envoys, Fu Minyi and Cheng Qingshuang, some were staring at Murong Ji, and some were looking at Zhuo Bufan and Sang Tugong.

Everyone understands that this person's strength is not on the same level as theirs. As for Zhuo Bufan, he could barely block the sword energy, so what level is this person's strength at?
"Cough, cough, cough, puff." Sang Tugong spat out a mouthful of blood, along with several front teeth.

"Mr. Sang Tu, apologize!" Zhuo Bufan said softly.

"I apologize for any offense, my friend."

Murong Ji frowned slightly, said nothing, and just stared at Sang Tugong. He remembered that this guy also knew some tricks like earth escape, right?
Focusing on Zhuo Bufan, Murong Ji recalled the sword technique just now and asked, "Did you create this sword technique yourself? Or was it inherited from your master?"

Zhuo Bufan clasped his fists and saluted, "I created it myself."

"Can you show it to me?"

Zhuo Bufan hesitated for a moment, but still took out the sword manual. Murong Ji flipped through it and couldn't help but sigh that Zhuo Bufan's talent in swordsmanship was indeed not bad.

However, in Murong Ji's opinion, something was not quite right.

Because of the masters, he has developed a lot of theoretical knowledge about cultivation and has broad vision.

He remembered a saying: The knife moves with heavy force, while the sword moves with light force.

Although it is not absolute, it is mostly like this. Glancing at Zhuo Bufan, this guy is not someone who practices heavy swords.

He closed the sword manual and returned it to Zhuo Bufan, "Thank you."

He walked step by step to Sang Tugong, whose face was full of horror. He wanted to retreat, but was blocked by the pillar behind him.

Murong Ji asked: "I heard that you know the art of earth escape? Can you show it to me?"

How could Sang Tugong dare to refuse? He tore off his clothes, stained with blood, and respectfully wrote down the martial arts method.

Murong Ji glanced at it, nodded, and put the piece of cloth away, "Thank you."

Then he walked back to his original place and stood quietly.

No one dared to act rashly and could only ask quietly who this person was.

A sound of breaking through the air was heard, but no one was seen. This sound was the sound of clothes shaking violently like a sonic boom. It would be absolutely impossible to do it if one's lightness skills did not reach a certain level.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly. He saw clearly that a figure passed behind the screen and when it appeared again, it was on the chair.

"This subordinate greets Tong Lao!"

Everyone behind him saluted, and Murong Ji finally reacted. He was just standing there in a daze.

Just stand there, it doesn't matter. I can't beat Tianshan Tonglao, but she can't kill me either.

"Get up, who are you?" A voice full of vicissitudes of life sounded, carrying the sense of oppression of a superior.

The first sentence is said to other people, but the second sentence is said to yourself.

Murong Ji clasped his fists and saluted, "Junior Gusu Murong Ji, greetings to the senior."

As soon as the words fell, the others looked at each other. Gusu Murong was quite famous.

"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." It sounded like a sigh, or a recollection. He probably knew Murong Bo. "What are you doing here?"

Murong Ji stood up straight: "Seek the truth."

"Huh, begging for truth? What kind of lame excuse is that?"

Murong Ji walked to the middle and bowed. "In the evening, my master Zhang Boduan went to Tianshan to visit Senior Xiaoyaozi, the head of the Taoist Changchun Sect. I was fortunate to receive Senior Xiaoyaozi's guidance."

"Today, as Zhang Boduan's closed-door disciple, I come here again to seek guidance from the Taoist senior."

These two sentences almost exposed the Lingjiu Palace. Everyone in the palace began to think. If we talk about the completeness of the skills, the three religions are the best. Not everyone is qualified to be one of the orthodox Taoists.

Tianshan Child-Grandma was silent for a long time, as if recalling something, then she sighed and said, "It is indeed true."

"It's been eighty years. I didn't expect he was still alive. How is his health now? Is he still strong?" There was a sense of relief in his tone, as if he had heard news from an old friend, which made him feel happy.

He also felt a little emotional. At that time, it had not been long since the master accepted that bitch into the mountain sect.

Murong Ji: "My master passed away ten years ago and asked me to come to Tianshan to pay a visit to the Changchun lineage."

The Child-Fairy of Tianshan remained silent for a long time. The memories of the past are like a box. If you don’t touch it, it will never be opened. Once it is opened, all the past events will come to your mind.

He accidentally lost his mind, and the energy in his body surged wildly, "Hmph~uh~poof."

He couldn't hold back his mouthful of blood and it spurted out.

Although there was a screen blocking the view, the people in front, such as Zhuo Bufan, Xuan Huangzi, Wu Lao Da and others, all noticed it.

Murong Ji's expression turned cold, and he glanced at these people...but no one dared to move.

"Senior, please don't be sad for my teacher..."

Murong Ji was just making small talk, just to buy time for Tianshan Tonglao, giving her a chance to regulate her chaotic internal energy.

"Alright." The voice came back to life, and Murong Ji stopped talking, "I am sorry to bother you, Senior."

"Grandma Yu, take him down to rest."

"Yes."

Murong Ji glanced at the beauty who was walking over. The woman was in her thirties, extremely charming, and with her cool and elegant temperament, she was very alluring.

That’s the name, Yu Po?

The strength is first-class, but I haven’t tried it, so I can’t tell for now.

However, it is a bit difficult to suppress so many masters. Zhuo Bufan alone can hold her back.

Following Grandma Yu towards the side hall and passing the long corridor, there is another world. The living environment here is quite good. When you open the window, you can see the endless sea of ​​clouds of Tianshan Mountains.

After being assigned to a new room, I needed to go back and pack my things.

After sending Yu Po away, Murong Ji found the original room based on his memory.

Glancing around, I saw that disciples from Lingjiu Palace had already started cleaning the rooms. I just didn't know why, but all the disciples in Lingjiu Palace were female.

When he opened the door, he saw a girl of about twelve or thirteen cleaning the room. When Murong Ji came in, he was startled and subconsciously hid the things in his hand under the quilt.

When she saw it was Murong Ji, her little face turned pale with fright.

Murong Ji glanced inside the house. Many personal belongings had been laid out, and the cute room decorations looked quite nice.

"Is this your room?"

The girl nodded.

Murong Ji didn't ask any more questions. He glanced at the books on the table, which were the ones he left behind, and put away the pile of books.

"I used a lot of your paper before, so this is a replenishment for you." Murong Ji took out a stack of white paper and placed it on the table.

In this era, paper was very expensive, and even some merchants could not afford to buy paper for their children's studies.

I picked up my things and was about to leave when the girl asked, "Did you write that?"

(End of this chapter)