Chapter 132 Xixia Palace
"Boy! Are you crazy?" Tong Piaoyun was so scared that his face turned pale. As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them were already in the air.

"Ah!!!!" Xu Zhu was so scared that he just screamed.

Murong Ji turned his head and saw Li Qiu Shui with a look of shock on her face, her mouth slightly open, standing on the edge of the cliff, her right hand seemed to be grabbing something, as if she wanted to grab Murong Ji.

The next moment, the white rainbow palm power that Li Qiu Shui sent out at some unknown time hit Murong Ji's heart.

Li Qiushui looked panicked and wanted to withdraw his palm power, but it was too late. He could only warn him. "Boy, behind you!"

Murong Ji picked up Xu Zhu and carried him on his back. Before Xu Zhu could react, he slapped him on the back.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, spreading out a cloud of blood mist.

It covered Tong Piaoyun's face, and some of the remaining blood mist was stained on Murong Ji's body.

Tong Piaoyun's mouth twitched, "You kid, you are nothing!"

Murong Ji's face turned pale, and he retorted: "Then what do you say we should do?! I'm seriously injured, let's just fall to our death together!"

"This time, you should give me all the techniques of the Immortal Changchun Gong, right? And also the techniques of the Yin Jiu Meridians of the Tianshan Six Yang Palm."

Tong Piaoyun said in a deep voice: "Let's talk about it when it's safe."

Murong Ji no longer paid attention to Tong Piaoyun. He released his internal strength and continued to spread it to both sides.

Just like a huge wing, it began to glide with the help of the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it was a thousand meters away.

After falling into the forest, Murong Ji half-crouched and used the power of the stars to unload the impact force to the ground.

"boom!"

The sound was dull and deafening, like a huge rock falling into the mud.

Around Murong Ji, the energy blew away the dust and leaves, and the ground within a radius of about three meters sank as a whole.

Murong Ji put Xu Zhu down from his back and checked his injuries. It was just a shock to his internal organs, and he would be fine after some rest.

Wuyazi's internal strength played a big role.

After taking a quick glance at the entire forest, Murong Ji exhaled, "Let's go to the Xixia Palace."

After a brief rest, the three of them immediately sneaked into the territory of Western Xia.

This journey is definitely not easy. Nowadays, Xixia has deployed troops on the border and all checkpoints are strictly guarded. If Li Qiushui mobilizes Yipintang to look for them.

As long as they showed up in the town, they would be discovered. If they wanted to cross the border quietly and sneak into the Xixia Palace, they had to cross the Helan Mountains.

Murong Ji remembered that the Western Xia Imperial Palace was built on a branch of the Helan Mountains.

The Helan Mountains, viewed from a distance, look like a herd of galloping horses. They are steep, of course, and there are only a few places where one can enter and exit freely.

Murong Ji looked up at the huge cliff, feeling somewhat helpless. Compared with the cliff of Wanjie Valley in Dali, this was certainly nothing, but he was still with two people.

Murong Ji looked back at Xu Zhu, who was still injured, and Tong Piaoyun. There was almost no way out except to climb over here.

Xu Zhu looked up, feeling a little uneasy, "Master Murong, how about we take another route?"

Murong Ji shook his head. If it could have been changed, he would have changed it long ago.

"This time, should you give me the last chapter of the Immortal Changchun Kungfu?"

Tong Piaoyun's mouth twitched. This bastard had drained him out in just a few days. No matter how hard he tried to guard against him, he still couldn't prevent him from taking a detour!

After handing over this last article, she would have no bargaining chips to restrain him. Tong Piaoyun thought about it and realized that she now had some ability to protect herself. As long as she hid well in the Xixia Palace, there would be almost no problem.

After reading the last article aloud and watching Murong Ji write it down with paper and pen, he seemed to suddenly feel relieved.

Tong Piaoyun was stunned and felt an indescribable sense of relief.

Without saying anything, Murong Ji held her in his arms, suddenly pulled himself up from the ground, and leaped toward the top of the cliff.

Ladder to the clouds!
There was a protruding stone in the middle of the cliff. Murong Ji used it as leverage and climbed up again by several dozen feet and directly reached the cliff.

After putting Tong Piaoyun down, he turned around and leaped down, but he did not fall. Instead, it was as if something was dragging Murong Ji and he slowly fell down.

Landing beside Xu Zhu, he looked at Xu Zhu with envy, "Amitabha, Master Murong has amazing Kung Fu. I wonder when I can reach such a level."

Murong Ji did not answer, but just said, "Let's go", then grabbed Xu Zhu's collar and flew towards the top of the cliff.

Landing on the cliff, Murong Ji threw Xu Zhu to the ground and glanced at the surrounding environment.

After here is the mountain on which the Western Xia Imperial Palace rests.

At night, Murong Ji and his two companions sneaked into the Western Xia Imperial Palace. After wandering around, they finally found their way to the warehouse around the Western Xia Imperial Palace.

Xu Zhu opened a door casually and the three of them went in.

Only then did I discover that this was where the Xixia Imperial Palace stored ice.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. For some reason, it seemed as if there was some force that was correcting things.

There was still most of the ice in the room outside that had not been used up. A few people were worried that someone would come to get the ice, so they went straight into the innermost ice room.

It's also the coldest here.

But for the three of them, it was not a problem.

Xu Zhu found a few large wooden barrels, spread the white quilt covering the ice bricks on them, made a "futon", and pushed it next to Tong Piaoyun.

Tong Piaoyun glanced at Murong Ji, meaning, look how sensible the little monk is.

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to him. He moved some ice cubes to form the bottom, dragged over a few tool boxes, and covered it with a quilt. A simple bed was ready.

It is very quiet here, and he also needs a quiet environment to digest his recent gains.

He also built a simple desk, put down the package on his back, and laid out the pens, ink, paper, and inkstone. It was too cold here and the ink was not easy to grind.

Murong Ji took a glance, and Xu Zhu also imitated him and built a bed.

It was getting late, Murong Ji curled up in bed and slowly fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, there were more cranes in the ice room, two of which were dead. Murong Ji took a glance and saw Xu Zhu with dull eyes and a mouth full of blood, reciting scriptures in a daze.

Listening carefully, it turned out to be Bodhidharma's "Four Practices for Entering the Way".

Murong Ji was somewhat stunned. Was he forced by Tong Piaoyun? He glanced at Tong Piaoyun who was practicing martial arts, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He really doesn't care about meat or vegetables, he even doesn't let monks go.

He could understand Tong Piaoyun's thoughts. He was a member of the Quanzhen Taoism and had his own set of skills and system. It was almost impossible for him to become the successor of the Xiaoyao Sect.

But Xu Zhu is different. He is a young monk in Shaolin Temple and has the greatest plasticity. If he is equipped with several leaders of the Nine Heavens and Nine Divisions, it will be no problem for him to control Lingjiu Palace.

Murong Ji pondered for a moment. It seemed that the thirty-six islands and seventy-two caves were trying to get closer to him.

He also needs these people. After all, he doesn't quite trust Murong Ji's people. With them in check, his position will be more stable.

(End of this chapter)