Chapter 115 Compromise and Calculation

By letting him go down the mountain to experience the world, Murong Ji would undoubtedly expose himself.

Let's not talk about how Murong Fu was before, but Murong Fu now does have enough personal charm.

No matter what his purpose was in winning him over, he ultimately achieved something that many people failed to do, and Murong Ji felt his sincerity.

Before he died, for the continuation of the Murong family, he recited the Beidou and Nandou chapters of Douzhuanxingyi, as well as the interpretation of the scriptures. Murong Ji really thought highly of him.

Unfortunately, many things are missed once they are missed.

He exhaled slowly and looked at Tong Piaoyun, the famous Tianshan Child-Fairy, who sat cross-legged and concentrated her energy, ignoring him.

Murong Ji found a clean stone and sat down, thinking unconsciously: [As someone who killed his father and brother, I have no chance of everlasting immortality, right?! ]

[If one's actions bind one's nature, will the path of cultivation be cut off? ]

He was very confused and had no idea what to do, or rather, he didn't know where to start.

Although the goal of becoming an immortal is good, it really fits the saying "the path to immortality is long and unpredictable".

When people have free time, they tend to think more.

He wanted to seek peace of mind from Shi Leyuan, but after careful consideration, he felt that Shi Yuan could not give him peace of mind.

In other words, he doesn't know how to teach himself. There are many things that cannot be taught. I can teach you that one plus one equals two.

You still need to solve the final problem yourself.

Coming back to his senses, he saw Tong Piaoyun still meditating, glanced at the mountain, and said slowly: "Someone is coming. Do you want to go?"

Tong Piaoyun opened his eyes instantly and looked at Shandao nervously, "Let's go, let's go quickly! Don't let that bitch catch up with us!"

Murong Ji grabbed her waist and was about to jump up, but Tong Piaoyun pushed Murong Ji away and said, "Carry me on your back!"

Murong Ji's mouth twitched. She was really hard to please. He needed to let her understand her situation. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and jumped up.

Anyway, whoever feels uncomfortable knows it!

Tong Piaoyun rolled his eyes because of the collar of his clothes. He struggled hard to attract Murong Ji's attention. Someone was going to die!
After dozens of breaths, Murong Ji was still a little puzzled. Why was this Tong Lao so quiet? He lowered his head and was startled. He almost threw her out.

His face was blue and purple, he was holding it in.

Murong Ji quickly landed on the ground and laid her flat. He was stunned for a moment; she was not breathing!

I quickly felt her pulse and found it was extremely weak. If I wasn't very familiar with the human meridians, I would have been fooled by her.

[The method of tortoise breathing! ]

He pressed a finger on her pulse point, forcing her to take a breath. Seeing that her complexion looked much better, he let out a long breath.

The Turtle Breathing Technique was broken, and Tong Piaoyun sat up, "Ahem." With a look of resentment, "Grandma, I will die in your hands sooner or later."

Murong Ji didn't care at all and just continued to help her up when suddenly, Tong Piaoyun grabbed Murong Ji's pulse.

Without the backlash of Murong Ji's internal force, he let go of his hand, his face looking extremely ugly. He took a few steps back, looking at Murong Ji with eyes full of vigilance.

"Xiao Wuxiang Gong! Who the hell are you?"

Murong Ji was stunned. So fast? He knew what kind of skills I practiced just by touching me?! Or he wanted to blow me up?

He was a little unsure. The old monster's methods were unpredictable and he could do anything. It was very scary.

"I am from the Gusu Murong clan. How could you not know where Li Qiushui and Wuyazi's daughter is? Besides, is it too much for Li Qiushui to leave a technique to her daughter?"

Tong Piaoyun remembered something, his face was terribly gloomy, and he obviously didn't believe Murong Ji's words. Murong Ji stretched out his wrist, "Look again, I also know the North Sea Divine Art, the most authentic North Sea Divine Art."

Tong Piaoyun took the pulse again and found it was the Beiming Divine Art. His complexion looked much better, but he was still wary.

Murong Ji said: "I have learned Xiao Wuxiang Gong and Beiming Shengong. Now I am just short of Lao Changchun Gong. I would like to take a peek at Senior Xiaoyao's Changchun method."

Tong Piaoyun sneered, "Just you?!"

Murong Ji didn't care. He spread his hands and turned them around. "My master Zhang Boduan is a powerful man. He has almost mastered the method of golden elixir. He also left a way for us descendants, his own way."

"It's like a branch on a tree. I want to add some leaves to it to make it look better. I hope you can help me."

Suddenly, Murong Ji was a little dazed. At this moment, he was doing what Jiumozhi had done before.

He chuckled and bowed, trying his best to show his sincerity.

Tong Piaoyun murmured to himself: "Golden Elixir Method..." as if he was thinking about something.

Unconsciously, she thought of the young Taoist who went up the mountain to seek the Tao but failed, was beaten up by his master, and finally came to her, his eldest disciple, to seek balance.

Tong Piaoyun's face suddenly turned gloomy.

With the master's consent, the Taoist priest did not hold back, but he was severely beaten up, and all the anger he suffered from the master was taken out on her.

His face became gloomy again, and the look he gave Murong Ji became much sharper.

When Murong Ji saw Tong Piaoyun's reaction, he knew there was no hope. He couldn't help crying when he saw Li Qiu Shui!
"let's go."

Without saying a word, he grabbed Tong Piaoyun by the back of his neck.

Tong Piaoyun's face turned green! She, the Tianshan Child-Father! Doesn't she have any dignity?!

"Stop it! You're carrying me!"

Murong Ji pretended not to hear and lifted the 'little potato' into the air. Just as he was about to jump, Tong Piaoyun hurriedly tugged at his clothes.

"Still, just hold it. It's too tiring to carry it like this!"

Murong Ji almost laughed out loud, but he forced himself to hold back his laughter and asked, "It's not forced, right?"

Tong Piaoyun's face was dark. The situation was stronger than the person. He gritted his teeth and said, "I won't force it."

Murong Ji stretched out his hand and embraced the soft jade in his arms. It felt like he was hugging a ball of cotton.

When they arrived in the territory of Western Xia, Murong Ji had just entered the city with Tong Piaoyun in his arms. He was planning to buy a carriage when he saw a disciple from Yipintang. The disciple was also looking at them and comparing them with the portraits.

Murong Ji sighed lightly and looked at Tong Piaoyun with a half-smile, "I can't hide it anymore."

God is really helping me! When Li Qiushui comes, I will put some pressure on her senior sister, otherwise how can I get the skills!

Tong Piaoyun took one look at him and knew what Murong Ji was planning. He felt angry but helpless.

A tiger in trouble is bullied by a dog. This little bastard has got her in his hands.

This kid has so much power that even if she is at her best, she may not be able to kill him. After thinking about it, she decided to give him some sweet treats.

"Boy, don't you want to learn the skills of my Xiaoyao Sect? I can teach you. But the premise is that you have to help me avoid the disaster in these six months."

Murong Ji was startled and looked at her deeply. This old thing is not honest. Six months? !

(End of this chapter)