Chapter 139 The fight started again

If Lingjiu Palace is passed to Xu Zhu, there will probably be no Lingjiu Palace in the future. Lingjiu Temple? Or another temple?

In that case, it would be better to give it to Murong Ji. In that case, there is a chance that it can be passed back to the hands of the disciples of the Xiaoyao lineage.

He was helpless. He had been immersed in hatred all these years. Unlike Li Qiu Shui who trained a successor in advance, he now didn't even have a decent successor.

After everyone left, four sword servants came over and saluted Murong Ji, who nodded.

"You guys go in and serve the two seniors."

He turned around, dragged Xu Zhu out of the carriage, watched the four people get on the car, and reminded them, "Hurry up!"

With a crack of the whip, the carriage continued to move forward. There were quite a few of them, but fortunately the carriage was big enough.

Murong Ji lifted the car curtain and took a look. Not bad, they even took care of Li Qiu Shui.

A few days later, after passing many checkpoints, they entered Xizhou of the Song Dynasty. Calculating the time, the effect of the drugs on Li Qiushui and Tong Piaoyun should have worn off.

Of course, if that was really the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder, they would not be able to gather any internal strength except being able to move freely.

This is better, so they don’t have to fight again.

After entering the city, Murong Ji booked an inn and settled a few people down. Then he turned around and walked out.

I found the branch of the Beggars' Sect and bought the latest news about the underworld.

Upon opening it, I found that the most popular thing was the marriage between the Murong family and the general Yang family.

Then, the following was the news that Qiao Feng massacred Juxian Manor and that Qiao Feng was not Han Chinese. Murong Ji frowned slightly, as this happened half a year ago.

Considering the delay in information in this world, it is true...

wrong!

Murong Ji's face looked a little gloomy. Someone was causing trouble and trying to ruin Qiao Feng's reputation.

Looking further down, we see that Master Xuan Nan of Shaolin Temple and Su Xinghe, a famous martial arts figure, both died from the Three Smiles Free and Easy Powder.

After thinking about it, Murong Ji wrote a letter, asking the Beggar Gang disciples to help investigate Qian Yi's whereabouts.

It would take about half a month to get news, so Murong Ji asked them to send the news to Wuliang Mountain in Dali, and he would go to get it.

When he returned to the inn and went upstairs, he heard the sound of fighting in the room. Murong Ji's face turned dark. He quickly went upstairs, pushed open the door, and saw Li Qiu Shui and Tong Piaoyun rolling together.

They were strangling each other, neither of them was willing to give in. Their looks were the best in the world, but who would have thought that they were now like shrews, so unbearable to look at.

Looking up, Xu Zhu was trying his best to stop the four sword maids. What a guy, he really is a good guy!

Each man had a sword. If it weren't for Xu Zhu, Li Qiu Shui would have become a sieve by now.

He slapped out with one palm, knocking down the swords of several people, and then waved his big hand, knocking the four of them to the ground.

Murong Ji then turned to look at Li Qiu Shui and Tong Piao Yun. The two of them were so exhausted that their faces turned red. It was obvious that they could not hold on any longer, but neither of them was willing to give up, relying only on their willpower.

Murong Ji went up and flicked the numb muscles of the two men, and they instantly relaxed. They leaned on the bed and chairs, gasping for breath.

Probably because they had rested well, they all stood up and started fighting hand-to-hand. They didn't have any internal strength, but they still had some moves! They fought back and forth with fists and feet, it was really...

Murong Ji slapped his head, speechless. Just as he was about to step forward to stop them, Xu Zhu started to make noise again.

The four sword servants, Mei, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, could not bear to see their master being beaten and wanted to rush over to help.

If this chaos had nothing to do with him, Murong Ji would have enjoyed watching it, but it did have something to do with him.

With a dark face, he directly pressed the acupoints of the four sword servants.

Just as he was about to step forward to separate the two people, he accidentally saw the scroll on the ground. It was not long, about the same size as the paper he usually used to write scriptures.

He remembered that the person painted on it was not Li Qiu Shui.

"Alright! Stop fighting! Look, who is drawn on this!"

As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, Tong Piaoyun took the time to reply, "Apart from that bitch, who else could it be?!"

"Humph!" Li Qiushui said smugly, "Senior brother loves me, are you jealous?! Hahahaha"

Murong Ji slowly opened the scroll and glanced at it, "Once you have seen the sea, all other waters are but puddles; once you have seen Mount Wushan, all other clouds are but mounds."

"Why don't I remember that Li Qiushui has a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye?"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them fell silent instantly, with a dull look on their faces, some surprised, and some confused.

Suddenly, Tong Piaoyun rushed over, snatched the scroll, looked at it carefully again and again, "Hahaha! Hahaha!"

"I see! It turns out you are also a poor creature! Hahaha!"

Tong Piaoyun suddenly felt that her life was a joke. She was so angry that her junior sister, who was as close to her as a sister, would attack her at the most critical moment of her training!

She was so angry! Wuyazi and his men abandoned her, who was almost crippled, and went down the mountain with Li Qiushui, leaving her alone on the mountain to fend for herself!
Now, she was filled with joy and relief. She was laughing happily when Murong Ji suddenly knocked her out, held her in his arms, and handed her over to the four sword servants behind him.

At the same time, he also fed her a Nine-Turn Bear Snake Pill.

The four men took Tong Piaoyun out of the house and helped her to rest.

Murong Ji looked at Li Qiu Shui sitting there blankly, as if she had lost all her life.

With a sigh, "He's dead." "Yes, he's dead, what else can we do? It's too late to say anything now." Li Qiushui wiped the corner of her eyes, "I've said it before, Wuyazi didn't love me, but Senior Sister didn't believe it."

"It's just that I didn't expect that he actually loved my sister. How old was she at that time? No one would have thought it was her."

Murong Ji suddenly remembered something and asked, "Is your sister called Li Canghai?"

Li Qiu Shui was stunned, nodded, and then remained silent.

"Where is she? Why can't we hear any news about her in Jianghu?"

Li Qiushui stared at one place in a daze and answered mechanically, "Huashan, back then, my father sent us to two good friends to become their disciples."

"Later, I went down the mountain with my senior brother and lived in Langhuan Jade Cave. She came to see me once. Who would have thought..."

Murong Ji listened quietly. At this time, they needed to vent their emotions.

As night fell, Murong Ji forced Tong Piaoyun and Li Qiu Shui to eat something. After they fell asleep, he took their pulses again.

With a sigh, it seemed that their lifespan had really come to an end.

The next morning, the group rushed to Wuliang Mountain. He was afraid that Li Qiushui would not live to see Gusu, so he wanted his aunt to see her for the last time.

Dali, Wuliang Mountain.

Murong Ji drove along the main road of Wuliang Sword Sect directly to their gate, and then took a few people into Langhuan Jade Cave.

Li Qiu Shui walked and stopped here, as if recalling every little detail of their lives.

When he saw the jade statue for the last time, he was in a trance and walked back to the dressing table, not caring about the dust or not.

I wiped the dust off the mirror and stared blankly at myself in the mirror.

Murong Ji's expression became more and more solemn. He suddenly felt that letting them die at each other's hands was a good ending. At least he wouldn't have to endure such a heart-wrenching feeling.

The Beggars' Sect acted quickly and found Qian Yi in Dingzhou.

Murong Ji was stunned. What a coincidence?
At the end of September in the seventh year of Yuanyou, Su Shi was promoted to Minister of Rites, Academician of Duanming Palace, and Academician of Hanlin Academy, and was summoned back to Beijing to take up the post.

At the end of the same year, the Liao Kingdom made some changes to its military forces, and Su Shi was appointed as the prefect of Dingzhou.

Coincidentally, Su Shi was also in Dingzhou at this time!
Dingzhou, that's the border! The prefect's power is ridiculously large, and he even has real military power. If he changes his name, it will definitely be familiar to him: Jiedushi!
A Jiedushi who has real power but no name.

Murong Ji and others took a brief rest, sent Xu Zhu away, and started heading towards Dingzhou.

After nearly a month, Tong Piaoyun and Li Qiu Shui's bodies were completely broken. Murong Ji gave them the Ten Fragrance Muscle Softening Powder and then replenished his own internal strength.

Slow down their life decline.

As soon as he entered Dingzhou Prefecture, Murong Ji drove straight to the courtyard where Qian Yi lived.

After knocking on the gate, a middle-aged man opened the door. Murong Ji looked carefully and bowed, "Brother Yan, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. How are you doing?"

Yan Xiaozhong opened the door and said, "It's not good or bad, but have you had a relapse?"

"Brother Yan cared about it, and it has not recurred."

He let the carriage into the yard and watched four people help Tong Piaoyun and Li Qiu Shui into the house.

Qian Yi then walked out from the pile of medicinal herbs in the side room, looked Murong Ji up and down, and nodded, "You didn't do anything bad, did you?!"

Murong Ji took a look at Qian Yi. He was in his fifties and looked very energetic. In this era, he was considered an old man.

He bowed and saluted, "I have done many bad things, but I have never done anything evil."

"Hahahaha, you! Where is the patient?"

After entering the room, Qian Yi glanced at the few people and fixed his eyes on the two people sitting on the chairs. He asked, "What is your relationship with them?"

"My martial arts senior."

Qian Yi nodded, took the patient's pulse, and without saying anything, directly prescribed a prescription.

He handed it to Yan Xiaozhong and asked him to get some medicine. Murong Ji wanted to ask about their condition, but Qian Yi ignored him.

He turned to look at Li Qiushui and Tong Piaoyun and asked directly, "I think you two don't want to live anymore?"

Murong Ji was confused, why did this sound so tough? !

Li Qiushui looked at him with a half-smile, "If you talked to me like this in the past, I would have beaten you to death."

Qian Yi didn't care and said directly: "You two are seriously injured, but with your cultivation level, it is not difficult to prolong your lifespan. You can still live for another eight or nine years."

"You two are now in a very weak state, and your injuries are only serious enough to prevent immediate death."

Qian Yi thought for a moment, stroked his beard, and said, "At your age, you must have lived enough. Otherwise, I can't think of any other reason."

"Sir, can it be cured?" Murong Ji asked quickly. This would be his guiding light in the future.

"Well, I can treat your injuries, but if you lose your spirit, you can only live for a few months. Well, I'll prescribe some medicine so that you won't suffer from your injuries."

After saying that, Qian Yi walked out directly, signaling Murong Ji that there was no need to come over.

(End of this chapter)