Chapter 173 Zhu Xian, Shanhai Garden
When Murong Ji woke up, he found himself sitting on a small stone bench in a yard.

I was a little surprised. The familiar yet unfamiliar quaint courtyard showed that the owner of this house was from a wealthy family and had some assets.

"This is where?"

As soon as he spoke, he found that his voice had changed. It became childish, crisp, and soft like that of a little kid.

"Uh..." He looked at his hands, which had a faint fluorescent light that was seeping into his skin and bones.

"what's the situation?"

【The fruit of your past life.】

Murong Ji was startled. Was that the ancient spiritual light that he had cultivated in his previous life? Murong Ji stretched lazily, feeling really comfortable to the core.

He glanced around the yard and asked again, "Where is this? Uh, which world?"

[In the Zhu Xian world, the path to immortality has just begun, and it has the potential to grow into three thousand great worlds. ]

Murong Ji's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he instantly thought of a person, Lu Xueqi!
No, no, no, there's also Baguio.

Should I choose Lu Xueqi? Or Bi Yao? I am so confused.

Then he slapped himself. Why did he learn from Wuyazi?! Isn't it bad to have both?

[Have some shame...]

Murong Ji then realized how come the Vajra Bracelet, which had ignored him before, suddenly became so talkative?
Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji sat cross-legged on the stone bench. He could no longer wait to try out the peculiarities of this world.

The breath he exhaled and inhaled into his body felt unusually easy, like a river rushing through his meridians, flushing them.

The next moment, Murong Ji's face darkened. What he practiced through breathing was still internal strength, not...

"What are you doing?"

Murong Ji was shocked. If he continued to practice like this, would he be arrested as a heretic? !

When he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful woman with extraordinary heroic spirit standing at the gate of the courtyard.

At first sight, Murong Ji's eyes lit up. [Spiritual Charm], this was what he had always dreamed of!

"What are you still standing there for?! Come and help! Your father is busy to death!"

Murong Ji was startled, he got down from the stone bench, and silently followed the woman to the corridor. After leaving the corridor, Murong Ji realized that this family had more than just a small amount of assets!

This cat's palace is only this big, right? !

They were now in the backyard, where there were seven or eight corridors similar to the one before.

Although the architectural style is different from the palaces and towers in the Tianlong world, it is much more spiritual than that in the Tianlong world.

"what happened to you?"

Murong Ji came back to his senses instantly, looked up, and saw the woman bending over in front of him, looking at him with a worried look on her face.

"Are you tired? It's all mother's fault for making you do so much work."

The woman took a handkerchief and wanted to wipe Murong Ji's little face, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, Murong Ji subconsciously dodged.

The woman's hands froze instantly. She looked at Murong Ji with some doubt, frowned slightly, and stood up impatiently, "Murong Ji! I gave you face, didn't I!"

(Don’t ask why he is still called Murong Ji. If you ask, it’s about causal intervention.)
Then he grabbed Murong Ji's arm, and without caring about his resistance, he wiped the dirt off his face.

The woman looked at the handkerchief with a look of disgust on her face. "You mud monkey, when I'm not watching you for a while, you run around everywhere, with grease all over your face. Where did you get it?"

Murong Ji felt his mother's love and dislike with a confused look on his face...

Then, the woman squatted in front of Murong Ji, rolled up her sleeves, and spanked his butt.

The first two slaps may be lessons, but the last slap is all love! There are some personal grudges, and who was offended?

Two minutes of tenderness, three hours of venting anger...

Murong Ji didn't want to cry, but his body wouldn't allow it. He followed the woman sobbing and walked to the kitchen. He saw the woman pointing to the pile of firewood beside him, "Go chop wood!"

Murong Ji shuddered subconsciously. He didn't want to do it, mainly because the woman's suppression was too cruel. She really couldn't bear to beat her own child.

Every slap is filled with deep maternal love.

"Don't think that I am abusing you. I am trying to sharpen your bones, okay?!"

"In the future, no matter which branch of the Qingyun Sect you join, you will have to do some things to hone your foundation. How can I harm you? That's how your mother came here..."

Listening to her chattering on and on, Murong Ji finally realized that he was the young master of the famous Shanhai Garden in Heyang City.

My cheap father in this life is called Murong Yunhai...

Murong Ji glanced at his mother who was standing by and supervising, "Is her name Chu Yuxuan?"

I didn't dare to ask. If I got beaten again, I wouldn't even have a chance to reason.

Near noon, his mother grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, dragged him into the room, and threw him into the bathtub, just like the 90s generation raising children in their previous lives, leaving Murong Ji to fend for himself...

After finally washing myself clean, I climbed out of the tub, put on my clothes, followed my mother to the courtyard, and was slightly shocked.

There's a wedding going on here!
In this festive environment, Murong Ji saw an old gray sail at a glance, pointing the way.

Under the sail, there was a man standing. He was dressed in a bright red robe. He was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He looked energetic and had a rosy face.

[Zhou Yixian?!] Murong Ji frowned slightly. This image didn’t match the impression he had of her.
Coincidentally, Zhou Yixian also looked over, stared at him again and again, smacked his lips, looked thoughtful, and muttered something.

Then Murong Ji saw him walking towards him and squatting in front of him with a serious look on his face.

"My dear, you have dark clouds over your head, your forehead is black, and your face looks dead. This is not good!"

Murong Ji's mouth twitched. It was that smell, 99%...

He quickly searched for any place on his body where he could keep money and made sure he didn't have any pocket money, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He spread his hands and said confidently, "I have no money."

Zhou Yixian was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched. They thought he was a liar.

He didn't care. He stared at Murong Ji with his eyes, as if he wanted to see through him. "Boy, you've been possessed!"

Zhou Yixian snorted coldly, and suddenly grabbed Murong Ji's wrist, but suddenly he found a bracelet. He was a little surprised, looked down, and was a little stunned for a moment.

Then he pinched his vital point.

Murong Ji felt as if he was seen through from inside out. He wanted to pull his hand back, but unfortunately he was too weak.

The next moment, Murong Ji felt a kind of energy surging in his body and frowned subconsciously.

"Not possession of another's body?" Zhou Yixian was a little surprised. He looked at Murong Ji's face again, but it had changed again. His luck had changed!

"Ah?! This..."

Murong Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Talented people have always been difficult to understand, especially in this world where one can cultivate immortality.

Seeing Zhou Yixian focusing on the diamond bracelet, Murong Ji pulled down his sleeves. Zhou Yixian smiled and said, "It's a good treasure. Don't worry, your father and I have a good relationship."

Zhou Yixian was about to give some instructions when someone called him from behind.

"Dad, please stop making trouble. This is the shopkeeper's son, so please don't lie to him." A handsome young man came over and pulled Zhou Yixian away.

Murong Ji looked at the young man in wedding clothes and thought for a moment, this is Zhou Xingyun.

Zhou Yixian's son.

"Snapped!"

A slap on the back of Murong Ji's head instantly brought him back to his senses. He looked up angrily and saw that it was his mother.

The anger died down instantly.

There are some things that are hard to explain between people. He doesn't have that kind of motherly attachment to Wang Zhixian.

But when he saw the woman in front of him, he felt an inexplicable attachment to her.

Wang Zhixian had never beaten or scolded him, but this woman almost treated him as a punching bag...

"What are you standing there for? Why don't you go forward and ask for the wedding money?!" Murong Ji was kicked into the crowd of children by his mother.

Then Zhou Xingyun stuffed a silver lump into his pocket.

As soon as he was squeezed out of the crowd, his mother snatched it away. “Don’t worry, mom doesn’t want it. I’m just saving it for you.” As soon as she said that, she wiped it on her clothes and stuffed it into her waist bag.

Murong Ji: "..."

That was not all. He pulled Murong Ji to the counter, took out an ingot of silver, forced it into his pocket, and then wrote and drew on the account book. He was very skilled at it.

Murong Ji slapped his forehead, there was really an indescribable feeling, echoing inexplicably in his heart.

This is money laundering? ! !
That ingot of silver, at least fifty taels, just became his legal income? !
This mother shocked him greatly in such a short time.

"Mother, this... isn't this all ours? How come..."

Murong Ji was stunned. The word "mother" came to him very smoothly.

The woman glanced at her and said, "You know nothing. Shanhai Garden is our family's property on paper, but it actually belongs to Qingyun Sect. Your father works so hard but doesn't make much money."

"All the big heads have been handed over to Qingyun Sect. It's your father's accumulated merits, plus your mother's origins in Xiaozhu Peak. Otherwise, how could you have the opportunity to become my disciple?!"

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment. His background...

Turning around, Zhou Xingyun's wedding was not grand. He just invited relatives and friends to have a good time. Some of the expenses were paid by his father who had been taken advantage of.

However, in Murong Ji's opinion, the money is worth spending. Zhou Yixian is very valuable, and the rewards will fall on him in the future.

One month later.

Murong Ji sat on a stone bench in the yard, looking at the night sky above his head. It was a different world, and a different starry sky.

There is no Big Dipper or Starry Sky here.

"What are you daydreaming about? I'm telling you! You must go to Qingyun Sect! I've found a good person. If you dare not go, I'll peel off your skin!"

Murong Ji was speechless and was about to open his mouth to refute.

"Come back and sleep!"

Murong Ji swallowed his words again. The child had no power to resist in front of his mother, just like a cat, no matter how big it is, if you grab its scruff, it will instantly become motionless.

(End of this chapter)