Chapter 174 Climbing Qingyun Mountain Alone

In the darkness, Murong Ji suddenly asked, "Which peak are you going to send me to?"

"The wind returns to the peak."

Murong Ji was somewhat stunned. He learned that his father Murong Yunhai was an outer sect disciple of Chaoyang Peak, and his mother was a marginal figure in Xiaozhu Peak, who came down the mountain to get married because she had no hope for a career in the Taoist sect.

"Do we have relatives in Fenghui Peak?"

The woman sighed, "The son of Zeng Shuchang, the head of Fenghui Peak, often sneaks down the mountain to have a big meal at our house. Your father saw that he was of extraordinary status and let him eat for a few years for free, thus forming a good relationship."

"Later, I secretly found out his identity and then passed the message to Feng Huifeng. You have to fight for this opportunity."

Murong Ji felt a little awkward. No matter how he listened to it, it seemed like he was being sent to be cannon fodder.

That night, Murong Ji couldn't sleep and sat by the window all night.

He understood that under the current circumstances, if he went to Fenghui Peak, unless his talent was exceptionally extraordinary, he would probably be just a marginal figure.

Zeng Shuchang already has a son, why would he train others?
Lowering his head, Murong Ji stared at the name of Dazhu Peak in the moonlight.

This is a good place. In his memory, Tian Buyi is very powerful and a famous teacher. Most importantly, there are few disciples in Dazhu Peak.

The guidance and resources that can be shared are better than those in Fenghui Peak. Being a cannon fodder in Fenghui Peak is different from being a cannon fodder in Dazhu Peak.

In fact, the best choice is not to go to Qingyun Mountain, but to practice on your own.

What a pity, I have to go.

Murong Ji lowered his head and stroked his lower abdomen. His martial arts were different from those in this world. They could make him stronger, but they could not capture the so-called spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

What he had trained was still his internal strength, and he couldn't find anything wrong with it. But the skills he gained in one night were the result of several years of practice in his previous life.

But internal strength is internal strength. No matter how strong he is, he can only live for about a hundred years.

Then there is the issue of resources. Most of the cultivation resources in this world are monopolized by sects and families, even if he can solve the problem of longevity.

Since your family cannot provide you with the resources for practicing on your own, it is most cost-effective to join a sect.

He must go to Qingyun Mountain.

Murong Ji sighed. It was still a question whether Tian Buyi would accept him.

After thinking about it, I decided that as long as my qualifications were acceptable, he would probably be willing to accept me.

In the next few days, Murong Ji finally lived the life of a young master, except for the need to exercise every day.

The food, clothing and daily necessities really opened his eyes, especially the steamed fish, which made Murong Ji's tongue almost fall out.

After a few days of good times, Murong Ji felt much more at ease, at least his parents didn't recognize that his soul had been replaced.

"Mom, I don't want to go to Fenghui Peak. I want to go to Dazhu Peak."

The woman rolled up her sleeves and walked towards Murong Ji, scaring him so much that he immediately hid behind a pillar. It turned out that King Qin could save his life by circling the pillar, but he could not withstand a beating.

After all, he was beaten up, and Murong Ji felt helpless. A child had no authority or voice at all, so even if what he said was right, it would not be accepted.

Murong Ji could only sigh.

If it was other matters, it would be fine to just follow their instructions, but since it concerns the path of cultivation, we really cannot be careless at all.

At midnight, while my parents were asleep.

He performed a set of boxing exercises in the yard, walked in the Lu Zu steps, and constantly exercised and strengthened his body.

Looking up at the fruits of his previous life, he only needed to absorb them gradually, which would save him a lot of effort.

When the moon was at its highest point, Murong Ji left a letter.

He stole enough dry food from the kitchen and left Shanhaiyuan.

After Heyang City opened the gates, Murong Ji headed towards Qingyun Mountain quickly.

Qingyun Mountain covers a very large area, with only a small half of it facing Heyang City, while the rest is covered with deep mountains and old forests.

The Seven Qingyun Peaks are the seven highest peaks in this old forest.

When Murong Ji started to climb the mountain, he could still see the road. After walking up the narrow path for a long time, he saw a village.

When Murong Ji saw a dilapidated temple at the entrance of the village, he knew where it was.

Caomiao Village.

Murong Ji saw a group of children playing in front of the temple, and for a moment he couldn't tell who the protagonist was. Or maybe the protagonist wasn't born yet?

He wasn't sure.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and Murong Ji asked, "Who is the anchor in this world?"

【Zhang Xiaofan.】

Murong Ji twitched his lips. Why not Lu Xueqi? "Can it be changed to Lu Xueqi?"

[Do something! Hurry up and get going! ]

Murong Ji was certain that the dog spirit no longer looked down on him as much as before, but he didn't notice when this change began.

Turning around and looking at the endless mountains, there is a long and secluded path leading up the mountain. It is faster to go up the mountain along the path.

This road was probably made by the villagers who often went up the mountain to collect firewood and hunt.

Going further up, the path comes to an end, and ahead is endless and deep barren mountains.

Murong Ji looked back at the lonely deep mountains and old forests, which were so deep and frightening. He exhaled slowly, and the road to immortality seemed endless.

Sometimes a single opportunity can make the difference between getting it and not getting it.

What does Taoism emphasize?
The way of the army is to defeat the enemy’s strategy. This way of the army does not refer to the soldiers in the battle formation.

The purpose of war is to pursue profit. Desire is not entirely useless, but if you keep thinking about getting rid of desire, you will end up falling behind.

The ancient sages refined it into weapons and tools, and controlled it with the Tao, which made them invincible. This is the true art of war.

Those who argue about their shortcomings in planning argue about the right way. The evil ones use evil methods, and the good ones use good methods.

The good and evil here are never about the good and evil of human nature, but about the good or bad of the situation.

Taoism has never been a benevolent and righteous school that emphasizes retribution for good and evil. What it teaches people is how to fight and achieve the state of being as good as water, which no one can compete with.

Murong Ji collected his thoughts and walked up the mountain. He wanted to carve out a path for himself.

Looking at the simple map in his hand, Fenghui Peak is the closest to Heyang City, followed by Luoxia Peak, Xiaozhu Peak, and Dazhu Peak.

The road to Caomiao Village is the only way to reach Dazhu Peak.

Qingyun Mountain is vast, and there are countless rare species and herbs in the mountain. The things here are extraordinary existences in the Tianlong world.

Murong Ji walked and collected along the way. In his package, in addition to dry food, there were also many herbs.

Seeing a small path on another hilltop, Murong Ji was delighted and jumped onto that hilltop.

Take out the food you prepared and put the cooled pickled meat on the fire.

I looked up inadvertently and saw countless figures flying on swords in the blue sky, cutting through the clouds, looking so comfortable.

Murong Ji let out a long breath, and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, "Now that Weng is a flying fairy, this intention is in the human world."

Looking up to the top of the mountain, you can see the green bamboo sea, and above it is undoubtedly the Dazhu Peak.

Murong Ji felt excited when he thought about climbing the mountain, becoming a Taoist monk and taking a step further on his path to becoming an immortal.

He shouted loudly: "Although this body is lowly, the Tao will live forever, not visiting the rich and powerful but visiting the mysterious."

"call!"

"bump!"

A strong wind blew up and blew Murong Ji to the ground. This was the downside of being light in weight...

After getting up, I looked up and saw a cold-faced demon, the kind that could freeze you to death if you looked at him for a few more seconds.

Before Murong Ji could tidy up his clothes, the woman asked, "What do you mean by rich and powerful family!" She could see clearly that Murong Ji was also a child.

His tone couldn't help but slow down a bit, "Why are you coming to my Xiaozhu Peak!"

Murong Ji was startled. Small Bamboo Peak? ! ! He looked at the bamboo not far from the mountain. It was as thick as his thigh. Is this a small bamboo? !

Murong Ji climbed up and bowed respectfully to the woman, "Junior Murong Ji, I am here to become your disciple. Oh, by the way, my mother is Shi Yanlian, who was once a disciple of Xiaozhu Peak."

Shuiyue still had a cold expression on her face, "Leave, Xiaozhu Peak does not accept male disciples."

Murong Ji pulled the corner of his mouth. How could he not know? "Well, in that case, I want to try my luck at Dazhu Peak. Can you please tell me which direction Dazhu Peak is?"

Shuiyue: "..."

It was a little awkward, and Murong Ji didn't know if the woman would get angry out of embarrassment.

After waiting for a long time and hearing no sound from the woman, he looked up and saw a little head popping up behind the woman.

The little girl also had a cold face, her hair was dry and yellow, and her face was covered with dust that was deliberately smeared on her. There was some timidity and curiosity in her eyes, and her gaze kept glancing at the pickled meat on the fire.

"Follow this mountain path, go down, cross a valley and then go up the mountain, that's it."

Murong Ji secretly exhaled, bowed to the woman, then packed the barbecue and dry food he had cut together and stuffed it directly into his little daughter's hands.

"These have already been cut and won't last long. I'll trouble you to take care of them for me, senior."

The food produced by Shanhaiyuan is definitely good stuff, with good color, aroma and taste.

The girl looked at Shuiyue timidly, and when she nodded, she put it away, hid behind Shuiyue, and said timidly, "Thank you."

Murong Ji smiled and said, "As long as you like it."

Then he bowed and said goodbye, and went down the mountain along the path alone, carrying his package.

Shuiyue frowned slightly and watched Murong Ji's figure disappear before she withdrew her gaze. There were no monsters in Qingyun Mountain.

But there are quite a few ferocious beasts and poisonous snakes. How did this child climb up the mountain?

Looking back, I saw that the area below was obscured by a sea of ​​clouds and I couldn't see the foot of the mountain at all.

"We walked."

He reminded the little girl behind him so that she could be prepared. The next moment, he flew directly to the top of the mountain.

At night, after Shuiyue had arranged all the matters, she sat at the table and looked at the roster in her hand. There really was a disciple named Shi Yanlian in Xiaozhu Peak.

Her appearance was not very good, and she could not advance beyond the fourth level of Jade Purity Realm. She married an outer sect disciple, and the couple took over the business of Shanhai Garden, and lived a comfortable life.

I remembered that the bag that Murong Ji used to carry his dry food was indeed from Shanhaiyuan.

"Wenmin"

A response came from outside the bamboo door, "Master."

"Today I met a boy on the mountainside. He came to become my disciple. Go find him in the mountains and send him to Dazhu Peak."

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)