Chapter 13: The Ancestor of the Ancient Alchemy Classics
Zhang Boduan muttered a few words, and no one could hear what he said clearly. Then he rushed into the study in a hurry.

Murong Ji was a little dumbfounded, ah this...

Helpless, I could only follow.

He knew that Zhang Boduan was writing a book, which was his life's work, "Wu Zhen Pian". Don't underestimate this book.

If it were true that one could cultivate immortality in this world, then the name Zhang Boduan would be elevated to the same status as Confucius.

Even in later generations, "Wu Zhen Pian" is also known as the "King of Alchemy Classics" together with "Zhou Yi Can Tong Qi" by Wei Boyang of the Han Dynasty.

The founder of the Quanzhen Southern School, you think I'm kidding.

Murong Ji looked at the location of his dantian in his lower abdomen and often wondered, does the inner elixir really exist?
Now his internal strength has become more solid and heavy, and it is no exaggeration to say that it improves by leaps and bounds every day. Only then did he feel the existence of the inner elixir.

It was a solid internal force that was inseparable, as if it was infinite and continuous.

Unfortunately, Murong Ji's swordsmanship is still poor. His master Zhang Boduan has given him a lot of guidance, and the Murong family's sword manual is almost torn apart.

It also did not change Murong Ji's clumsy sword skills.

I can only sigh and think that I just need to practice more.

Murong Ji was fed many moves by his senior brother Liu Guangyi, but he was still a weakling. The truth is that their Quanzhen lineage did not have any martial arts to show off.

They are all third-rate stuff and can only rely on their pure internal strength to crush the opponent.

The task of studying martial arts still falls on Wang Chongyang, ahem.

Wang Chongyang only did three things: establishing the religion, creating the law and realizing the truth. But without him, the Quanzhen Sect would not have been able to succeed.

Murong Ji was tortured to death by Liu Guangyi. He doubted his life several times and even began to doubt whether he really had no talent.

May of the fourth year of Yuanfeng.

Master Zhang Boduan's book was completed, and this wonderful book, "the ancestor of the ancient alchemy classics", was born.

There were no auspicious signs from heaven or miraculous phenomena; it was very peaceful, so peaceful that it was scary.

Everyone present, perhaps including Master Zhang Boduan himself, did not realize how much of a stir this book would cause in later generations.

That’s right. When my nephew Weng Baoguang was annotating the "Wu Zhen Pian", the book was not yet famous.

It was not until the Southern Song Dynasty that the Quanzhen Sect flourished, and from the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties to the present day, this book gradually became widely circulated.

The book is written.

Master Zhang Boduan seemed to have let go of some of his worries, and his health condition deteriorated sharply.

Over the course of several months, I fell ill several times.

"My disciple."

Murong Ji hurried forward. He knew that he was being called. If he was calling his eldest senior brother, he would have called Guangyi directly.

"master."

"Take a few books of exercises and I'll show them to you."

Murong Ji was overjoyed and handed it over quickly. In four months, Zhang Boduan combined what he had learned in his life and merged the two internal skills of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi and Xiao Wu Xiang Gong into one.

He had no way of teaching Murong Ji the Murong family's swordsmanship, so he had to learn and practice it himself.

In the second half of the year when Master Zhang Boduan was ill, the New Year of the fifth year of Yuanfeng arrived. Murong Ji was thirteen years old.

After the first month of the lunar year, the master suddenly said that he wanted to go to Linhai to meet friends, and the eldest brother Liu Guangyi quickly arranged the itinerary.

Murong Ji wanted to follow his master, but was rejected. This time, Murong Ji didn't know where his master went in Linhai, nor did he know who he went to meet.

On March 15th of the fifth year of Yuanfeng, Zhang Boduan died at Baibu Creek in Tiantai at the age of ninety-nine.

No matter how hard they tried, they still couldn't get back. The eldest senior brother Liu Guangyi only brought back his master's coffin and last words.

Watching his master's coffin being buried, Murong Ji felt a little uncomfortable. Master and disciple Zhang Boduan did not have such a glorious life in that era and lived a very tight life.

Apart from being able to eat three meals a day, it was a luxury to want a better life. Just this one person made the Quanzhen Sect a success and enjoyed great fame in later generations.

After finishing all the work, it was almost night.

Liu Guangyi specifically found Murong Ji.

"Junior brother. Haven't you rested yet?"

"Big Brother, please come in."

After Liu Guangyi sat down, he didn't say much, and went straight to the point: "Master's last words before his death were that you are still young and your character needs to be shaped... This..."

Murong Ji understood very well that his master had most likely met the Murong family before he died, so he naturally knew what their personalities were like. He was just afraid that he would become like that.

"Big Brother, I understand. Is there anything we can't talk about between brothers?"

Liu Guangyi exhaled, "Although our temple is poor, we still need you to eat. Master is afraid that you will learn bad things and I can't control you, so I wrote a letter to an old friend and asked you to go find him."

As he spoke, he took out a letter and pushed it in front of Murong Ji.

"There are a few more books." After saying that, he put a pile of books on the table.

"This is Zhouyi Cantongqi, which is what Master has been studying. It is beneficial to read it. I cannot give you Master's original book, so I copied a copy for you."

"There are also the Tao Te Ching and the Classic of Purity and Tranquility. The master likes a sentence you said: Things are the same, but the mind is different. Use the false to cultivate the true and always be pure and tranquil."

"I also told you to go to Huashan Mountain if you have the chance to find the successor of Mr. Xiyi (Chen Tuan). Also, there are things left by the master in the Qinling Mountains, and I want you to go and see them."

Liu Guangyi suddenly fell silent. After a long while, he said, "My master also left me a message. If I find out one day that you have become an immortal, please tell him..."

Murong Ji was somewhat stunned. What did this mean? !

Whatever it means, write it down.

That night, the two brothers talked so much. A few days later, Murong Ji went down the mountain with his luggage.

While walking on the road, Murong Ji passed by a tea stall and sat down to rest for a while. There were many people coming and going along the way, and there was not enough space in the tea stall.

Murong Ji was drinking tea when a group of people came along the road, roughly estimated to be around twenty people, led by a sturdy man in his twenties.

A few people came to the tea stall, took a look, and saw that there were no seats left, so they waited for a while, stood by the roadside, asked for tea bowls, and squatted on the roadside to drink.

Murong Ji was a little surprised. He took a quick look and saw that every table was full. Why was there no one sitting next to him?
I am not a man-eating beast.

Murong Ji drank the tea in one gulp, paid the bill, and just as he stood up, his table was already full of people.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at his clothes, and roughly understood something. Those who can wear brocade and gorgeous clothes are not ordinary people.

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, he heard a shout from behind, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Then there was the sound of fierce horse hooves. Murong Ji was startled and quickly dodged to the side.

This is a tea stall. Many people are sitting on the roadside. The crowd is so dense that if a horse passes through it, several people will be injured.

Turning around, I saw that the person riding the horse was a man in his thirties or forties. He had already noticed the abnormality and hurriedly reined in his horse, but unfortunately it was of little effect.

I was about to collide with the crowd behind me.

Murong Ji's heart tightened, he took a step forward, and came directly to the side of the horse, exerting all his strength, and the battle passed.

He glanced at the huge rock on the side of the road and hit it with his palm.

"boom!"

Murong Ji directly transferred the strength and impact force to the rocks on the roadside. The rocks were shaken by the blow, and the surrounding deeply buried soil was cracked.

A deep impact mark was left on it.

After reining in his horse, Murong Ji turned around and left without any reluctance.

The man hurriedly dismounted and shouted across the air, "Little brother! Thank you very much!"

(End of this chapter)