Chapter 150 Vicious
Murong Ji drew out the Tianwen Sword, wiped the blood off it, sheathed the sword, and watched Ding Chunqiu collapse to the ground little by little, only feeling relieved when he lost his breath.

Then he looked at the man in black, bowed, clasped his fists, and greeted him: "Father."

Murong Bo took off his mask, his face gloomy, "You still recognize me as your father?! I can't afford you! Master Murong!"

"I am Murong Ji, your son, and I pay my respects to my father." Murong Ji bowed even lower, with an extremely respectful attitude.

Murong Bo's anger did not abate. He glanced at Ding Chunqiu who was completely dead, and then looked at his youngest son. If he was really deceived by his obedience, he would be the one who deserved to die!

It was his attitude that allowed him to seek a way out and obtain the skills! Just as he was about to speak, Murong Ji spoke first: "Father, compared to my elder brother, I have done much better."

"First, he took over the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands, and then he took over the Lingjiu Palace. Although the foundation is not stable, it has expanded the family business after all."

At this point, Murong Ji looked up at Murong Bo's expression and said with a half-smile, "There is hope for the restoration of the country."

Murong Bo naturally had nothing to say. He took a deep breath and said, "That's good. It's indeed better than what your elder brother did."

Murong Ji glanced around and found a favorable position. "Since I did so well, shouldn't father give me some rewards?"

Murong Bo's pupils shrank and his eyes narrowed slightly: "What do you want?"

Murong Ji thought for a moment, "Give him what he has given you. I want all the stars to turn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Bo's face changed and he was about to say something.

Murong Ji said again: "Father, do you want to wait until my child is born so that you can train him secretly? In fact, there is no need to go through so much trouble. Can't I teach him myself?"

Murong Bo's face was extremely gloomy. He knew that the Southern Dipper Chapter could no longer be hidden. He did not say anything, wanting to see how much Murong Ji knew.

Then I heard Murong Ji continue to say: "If I were your father, I would do everything I could to kill me and force Yang Yueman to reconcile with you."

"Let this child be born as a posthumous child. This way, we can be sure that the child is of the Murong family's bloodline. As long as Yang Yueman doesn't say anything, no one will know."

"If she's more ruthless, then we can just kill her. What do you think, father?"

Murong Bo was trembling all over, with a complicated expression on his face and inexplicable panic. He pointed at Murong Ji and was trembling so much that he couldn't speak.

Murong Ji snorted coldly, "So, father, you have really thought about it."

Murong Bo stared at Murong Ji intently, a nameless anger rising up, and finally he spat out two words: "Beast!"

"You beast! You have such a vicious idea... I am a descendant of the royal family..."

Murong Ji's eyes were grim. If the murder of his father could really be concealed, Murong Bo would have died here by now.

Murong Bo felt a chill down his spine and was shocked. He subconsciously took a few steps back. This rebellious son could even come up with such an idea. What else could he not do? ! !

"You are now the head of the Murong family. I have no other requirements, as long as you can restore the great cause..."

"In that case, I hope you, father, will not hold me back." As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji stretched out his hand, "Give it to me."

Murong Bo had a strange expression on his face. He couldn't tell whether he was frightened or angry. If he could choose, he would choose Murong Fu rather than Murong Ji.

Many things are simply unclear, for example, how did Wang Zhixian get pregnant back then! ? ? ?
He still doesn't understand why he was far away in Shaolin and when he returned, his wife was already more than two months pregnant.

After investigating over and over again, no one is suspected, there is no chance, and even less the courage!

Wang Zhixian's whereabouts are clear, including what she did and where she went every day, who followed her and how long they stayed.

It can be seen that the men in the family are accompanied by dozens of maids, and there are maids protecting them outside when they sleep at night. These people are all Murong family's own people.

But this child, this child's coming, even Wang Zhixian herself felt puzzled.

[Demon fetus! Demon fetus!] This was his initial thought.

Murong Bo looked at Murong Ji's face carefully, trying to find a trace of similarity with himself between his eyebrows, but unfortunately he could only see the appearance of Wang Zhixian when she was young.

I felt inexplicably comforted, [Could it be that he is really my child? ]

Thinking of this, Murong Bo's face looked better. He took out a piece of silk from his arms and handed it to Murong Ji. "Take it! Practice hard and don't slack off!"

Murong Ji raised the corner of his mouth slightly as he looked at the brocade. It was quite old and the words on it were embroidered in gold.

This bronze inscription is not the writing of the Jin Dynasty, which had not yet established a country.

Instead, it is a type of script that evolved from oracle bone script during the Zhou Dynasty. It was engraved on golden tripods, so it is called bronze inscriptions.

This thing was obviously copied from somewhere, and then embroidered on brocade.

Murong Ji frowned slightly. He didn't recognize this thing and needed to find someone to translate it.

"This is the original version of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi. Keep it well. The Murong family will give it to you in the future." Murong Bo said with a sad tone.

Murong Ji was unable to empathize with him, so he picked up Chunqiu's body and flew out of the woods.

Then, Murong Bo looked at Murong Ji's back with a gloomy face. How come he didn't realize that this was a wolf cub? ! !

If I could defeat him now, I would have killed this evil creature long ago!
When Murong Ji came back with Ding Chunqiu, he threw Ding Chunqiu's body on the ground. He looked around but didn't see Su Xinghe and others.

"Sir, Doctor Xue is over there."

Murong Ji looked in the direction Feng Bo'e pointed, and it was indeed Doctor Xue. He mentioned Ding Chunqiu again and walked towards Doctor Xue.

"Bang!" and threw the body to the ground.

Doctor Xue was busy treating the wounded, not paying any attention at all. He said, "Throw the dead over there. We won't take them here."

Murong Ji clasped his fists and said, "Doctor Xue, I promised Senior Wuyazi that day to kill Ding Chunqiu, and I have done it today. Please ask Doctor Xue to take Ding Chunqiu's body back to comfort Senior Wuyazi's spirit in heaven."

Doctor Xue was stunned, he looked up blankly, looked at Murong Ji, then looked at Ding Chunqiu, somewhat incredulous.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, he was slapped in the face. After he came to his senses, he hurried to check Ding Chunqiu's body and confirmed that Ding Chunqiu was dead.

Divine Doctor Xue suddenly let out a long breath, "Haha, hahahahaha."

The unbridled laughter made it difficult for him to control himself.

Murong Ji clasped his fists to him, turned around and left. He didn't need to worry about the rest.

Doctor Xue’s martial arts skills are not very high, but his status in the world is high. The more famous one is in the world, the more he knows how important a good doctor is.

Murong Ji returned to the Murong family's team, looked at his blackened palm, frowned slightly, and did not expect Ding Chunqiu to be so vicious.

The internal force surges, directly eliminating the toxin.

He took out the brocade and looked at it carefully. There were exactly three hundred and sixty characters on it. The number of characters in Murong Fu's oral account of "The Change of Stars" was also three hundred and sixty.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. "Brother Deng, is there anyone in our family who knows the words on the bone armor?"

Deng Baichuan was startled, looked at Murong Ji in surprise, clasped his fists and said, "Master, my cousin is an expert."

Murong Ji was a little surprised. Wang Yuyan? So awesome?

"Here, show it to me." Wang Yuyan's voice suddenly came over, Murong Ji's face froze, and he thought to himself: [When did she follow me? ]

He turned around and glanced at his wife. Seeing that she didn't look well, he knew that he came with her. But why didn't he show up these days?
"Qiao! You killed my brother! Today I will make you pay with blood!"

The roar completely aroused the anger of the whole audience, and the sound was deafening. Murong Ji looked around, but for a moment he did not see Qiao Feng.

"Qiao Feng! You slaughtered more than a hundred people in Juxian Manor! You must pay for your blood debt with blood today!"

Coincidentally, it was Zhuang Juxian!
At this time, Qiao Feng and the Khitan guards behind him were also seen.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, and quietly watched the situation unfold before him, before he said, "Brother Deng, bring your men to clear a way down the mountain. I want Qiao Feng to get down Shaoshi Mountain safely."

After he left, he gave another instruction: "If you encounter any resistance, come to me."

Murong Ji obviously underestimated Deng Baichuan. He was also a top master in the world. Apart from those at the top, he was not afraid of others.

"Yes!"

Deng Baichuan turned and left, taking nearly half of the men with him. Instantly, Murong Ji felt that the area around him and behind him had become much more empty.

Qiao Feng had absolutely no pressure in fighting Zhuang Juxian. While watching the fight between the two, Murong Ji was also analyzing Qiao Feng's fighting habits.

At this time, Qiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms had almost reached perfection, and Murong Ji could see the kung fu evolved from each of his palms.

As the saying goes, a master of all eighteen weapons.

These are not eighteen kinds of weapons. If you count the types of weapons, there are more than eighteen. The eighteen here refer to eighteen ways of using them.

In martial arts, these refer to the eighteen meridians excluding the Ren and Du meridians.

When your meridians are unblocked, you have truly mastered it.

Murong Ji glanced at the crowd. These people almost surrounded Qiao Feng and the others. It would not be easy to fight their way out from here.

The martial arts world is not like the military battlefield. If martial artists enter the military battlefield without training, they are almost no match for the soldiers.

No matter how good your martial arts skills are, there will always be a moment when your strength is exhausted.

But the same thing would happen if the army entered the martial arts world. They would have no ability to resist in the hands of the martial artists.

Murong Ji's gaze fell on Deng Baichuan who was surrounded by the Khitan soldiers, and then he moved away silently. As long as he got out of the way, he could escape quickly.

Deng Baichuan's ability is quite good.

"My Lord." Yu Po called Murong Ji quietly and said in a low voice: "My Lord, the monk Xu Zhu insisted on receiving the Shaolin staff before he left. This..."

(End of this chapter)