Chapter 142 Breaking into the Room at Night
Su Shi's boldness and his bad attitude were definitely learned from Su Xun.

When I was studying, my teacher passed the exam but I failed. It was a happy occasion, so I went out for some fun.

My classmates passed the exam while I failed. It’s a happy occasion, so I should go out and have some fun.

My disciple passed the exam, but I failed. It’s a happy occasion, so I should go out and have some fun.

My sons passed the exam, and I felt embarrassed for failing, so I decided to pass it together with them. I would be very happy and go out for some fun.

The Song Dynasty version of Street Drifter...

Most importantly, he didn't let his two sons go out to play. When they wanted to go out with him, he said directly: "How can you survive in the world without learning and skills?!"

Take out the test questions, and if you can't answer them, you can't eat. Then, go out and have some fun...

When it comes to Su Shi, there is really nothing he can do about it given his family tradition.

But don’t think that Su Xun is weak. Among those who can be listed among the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties, is there any one who is simple?

He established personal connections among Soviet officials and promoted the official positions of the father and his two sons step by step, which shows his great skills.

Moreover, the Su family's governance capabilities are extremely outstanding.

When he came to his senses, Murong Ji realized that he had already reached the inn.

A few days later.

Murong Ji brought a few people back to Gusu.

Taihu Lake remains the same, but Mantuo Villa and Yanziwu have added a bit of festive atmosphere.

Murong Ji rowed a boat with a few people towards Yanziwu. From a distance, he saw the renovated and repainted attic.

"I almost forgot, you're getting married."

Li Qiushui looked Murong Ji up and down, and then said, "For martial artists like me, we usually lose our virginity at the age of thirty. Aren't you afraid that it will affect your practice?"

Murong Ji replied: "Don't be afraid."

Anyway, he has already given his first blood. Because of his internal strength, warriors can live to an average of sixty years old if they are healthy and have no disasters.

Compared with ordinary people whose average life expectancy is thirty, getting married at the age of thirty is almost the same as getting married at the age of fifteen.

Murong Ji jumped onto the shore, fixed the boat, and just as he helped Li Qiu Shui off the boat, his aunt Li Qingluo rushed over with tears in her eyes.

"you are back."

Li Qiu Shui looked at Li Qingluo and said nothing, then walked towards the Huanshi Water Pavilion. Li Qingluo put away her aura and her original arrogance, domineeringness, and even pride.

Like a little quail, he obediently followed Li Qiu Shui and left.

Murong Ji sighed lightly and turned to look at Tong Piaoyun. She stared at Li Qiu Shui's back in a daze.

"What's wrong? Are you jealous?"

Tong Piaoyun glanced at him unhappily, ignored him, got off the boat, and walked along the path that Li Qiu Shui had taken.

After arranging them, Murong Ji let out a breath and walked towards Chanhe Manor.

When I entered Chanhe Manor, I saw Mu Wanqing lying on the table with a listless look on her face, staring outside with lifeless eyes.

Murong Ji didn't notice it when he came in.

"What's wrong? Are you worried?"

Mu Wanqing was startled. When she saw that it was Murong Ji, her eyes almost blossomed, but she couldn't swallow the bitterness in her heart.

"My dear, I...I...I am feeling depressed."

Murong Ji knew that she was upset about his upcoming marriage, so he hugged her gently and patted her back as if he was coaxing a child.

But he had nothing to say, he had already told her that he was engaged and was not a good match. She made the choice herself, and now she had to bear the consequences.

Murong Ji could not intervene. It was impossible for him to give up his huge family business and choose someone who was not suitable to be a mistress as his wife.

All I can do is spend more time with her.

When I woke up in the morning, it was already late.

Murong Ji carefully pulled his arm out from under Mu Wanqing's body and covered her with the quilt. Then he walked out of the bedroom and went to the outer room to wash up.

After finishing his homework, around noon, Murong Ji walked towards another courtyard in Chanhe Manor.

As soon as I entered the yard, I saw Tong Piaoyun lying on the couch basking in the sun.

Murong Ji pulled a chair over and sat next to her. "Is the accommodation okay?"

Tong Piaoyun glanced at him and nodded, "Thank you for your kindness. I have been lonely all my life. It is not easy to have someone to accompany me when I am old."

Murong Ji picked up the fruit beside him, took out a peach and handed it over. "There are many good seedlings in Lingjiu Palace. I think there are many masters among the Nine Heavens and Nine Departments. Can't you pick one to be your successor?"

Tong Piaoyun took a bite of a peach and said, "To me, they are all maids, not heirs."

Murong Ji was stunned. Thinking of what she had gone through, he thought those years must have been very difficult for her.

"It's good to have some desires, so you don't end up like me, who only thought about training successors when he was old, and had a miserable old age."

"Then let me accompany you for the last time. This time I don't need you to teach me skills and martial arts. We have known each other for quite some time. Just consider it as a way for me to repay your kindness in teaching me the skills."

"Huh?! Do I look pathetic?"

Murong Ji was somewhat speechless. Isn't this obvious? Seeing Li Qiushui being so obedient and well-behaved while having a daughter to be close to him, he felt jealous.

Tong Piaoyun looked at Murong Ji's expression, his face turned pale, "Get lost! Grandma, I have four obedient and pretty maids, aren't they more considerate than that Li Qingluo?!" Murong Ji was a little speechless, "I'm leaving."

"Get out of here! You're an eyesore!"

As he walked out of the courtyard, Feng Boye came towards him and said, "Master, we have found out what happened. It was reported by the Beggars' Sect."

Murong Ji took a look and saw Ding Chunqiu's whereabouts.

"Shaolin Temple?!!!"

Murong Ji didn't expect that Ding Chunqiu was rushing to Shaolin Temple!
"Sir, there is another piece of news." Feng Bo'e took out an invitation, "This is a hero invitation from the Beggars' Sect."

Murong Ji took it, opened it, and saw that it was an invitation to all martial arts sects to gather at Shaoshi Mountain. He couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Sir, a lot of things have happened in the past few months. First, there was the Zhenlong chess game, and then the head of Shaolin Temple's Dharma Academy died at the hands of the Three Smiles Xiaoyao Powder."

"Shaolin Temple fought several battles with Ding Chunqiu, but neither of them got the upper hand. Secondly, the Beggars' Sect elected a new leader, and for some reason, they fought with Shaolin Temple again."

"I didn't expect that after several matches, Shaolin Temple was completely defeated! Now Shaolin Temple has begun to call back the disciples who were training outside."

……

Murong Ji listened to Feng Bo'e constantly telling him about the recent events in the martial arts world. He had long known that the Murong family's intelligence capabilities were not weak.

But he couldn't believe it.

Murong Ji's eyes fell on the hero's letter, but his mind was full of thoughts. He had to learn the methods of the three religions, especially the few years he followed Shi Le Yuan. It was hard and tiring, but very fulfilling.

"Shaolin Temple, Zen Buddhism." Murong Ji murmured to himself. Shi Leyuan was also a disciple of Zen Buddhism, and most of what he learned was about Zen Buddhism.

There is a saying that goes, all martial arts in the world originated from Shaolin.

At this time when Quanzhen and Wudang had not yet appeared, Shaolin Temple really had the strength to lead the martial arts world. If nothing else, just the terrifying accumulation was enough.

Feng Bo'e on the side did not disturb him. At this time, Murong Ji needed some time to think.

How many people in the Murong family need Murong Ji's guidance?

"Sir, Shaolin's Heroes' Gathering will be held after your wedding, but the timing is a bit tight."

Murong Ji nodded, "Three things. First, prepare some people to contact Lingjiu Palace. I am now the third generation master of Lingjiu Palace. The two parties should establish contact."

This connection is not only in business, but also in personnel training.

"The second thing is to investigate the forces of the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands, mainly to see how these people act."

"Third, get ready. I'm going to Shaolin Temple after the wedding."

After Feng Bo'e left, Murong Ji frowned slightly. He felt that he should go to Mount Huashan and Mount Emei now.

He felt that he should go and take a look before Li Qiu Shui and Tong Piao Yun died. If there was anything they had not seen before, perhaps they could be of help.

Murong Ji let out a breath and counted the days. It was almost time since he returned from Shaolin Temple.

The days that followed were pretty good and peaceful, with Murong Ji taking care of the health of Li Qiu Shui and Tong Piao Yun.

With the help of Qian Yi's prescription, the injuries of the two were temporarily stabilized, and there were signs of improvement.

Murong Ji let out a long breath. He was really afraid that these two would suddenly die.

In less than half a month, Murong Ji's peaceful life was disrupted.

At Lingjiu Palace, people from the Nine Heavens and Nine Divisions have arrived.

After arranging for everyone to stay, Murong Ji was in the study room of Chanhe Manor, looking at the people standing in front of him: Yu Po, Fu Minyi, and Cheng Qingshuang.

"Why are you here?"

Grandma Yu clasped her fists and said, "Honorable Lord, the Nine Heavens and Nine Divisions are ready to obey your orders at any time. The mountain gate needs someone to guard it, so only three divisions have come. Please forgive me, Lord."

Forgive me, what do you want to forgive? There are more than 100 people from three groups. They are not some third-rate people in the martial arts world. They are masters!
If the four major estates of the Murong family do not take action, it will be possible to sweep away any of the estates of the Murong family.

"Then stay here first." As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji pointed to the bookshelves behind them.

"When you're bored, take a look. I won't restrict you."

The three of them looked at each other, clasped their fists and bowed, "Thank you, my lord."

Although Shi Shui Pavilion does not have as powerful skills and martial arts as Lingjiu Palace, his accumulation is extensive. If they want to make further progress at their level, they need to accumulate more.

After letting them meet Tong Piaoyun, Murong Ji looked at the sky.

After dinner, I read for a while and then went to bed.

In the middle of the night, Murong Ji suddenly opened his eyes, frowned slightly and looked outside the door. The bolt of his door was slowly being opened.

Then he entered the house cautiously and closed the door again.

She walked over in the dark. With the weak light, she saw that it was a woman.

【Wanqing? ! 】

No, he was very familiar with Mu Wanqing's figure.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly and he quietly raised his sword finger. He wanted to see what this man was going to do!
The next moment, the man took off his clothes and pounced directly on Murong Ji.

Murong Ji grabbed her neck and said, "Who are you!"

“Your Excellency… Your Excellency!”

(End of this chapter)