Chapter 175: Craftsmanship is just so-so
Wen Min was a little curious. Climbing a mountain to become a disciple? That would require several life-and-death experiences. She was a little curious about whether this kid was really fearless.

In the mountains of Xiaozhu Peak, Wenmin was searching along the small path. After turning around a few times, he still didn't see the child that the master had mentioned, and his brows were furrowed.

Qingyun Mountain is vast and full of dangers. Wen Min thought about it and directly mobilized the disciples of Xiaozhu Peak to go into the mountain to search.

I followed the road to Dazhu Peak to look for it.

In the Jingjing Hall.

Tian Buyi was somewhat stunned and felt it was a bit ridiculous. He looked at Wen Min standing below and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Junior apprentice Wen Min, are you kidding?"

Tian Buyi is innocent. Dazhu Peak has always been a place that Qingyun Sect disciples avoid. Why?
Poor.

Apart from the sect's share, they had no other income, let alone resources. First, they had no disciples to go out on missions, and second, they had no outer disciples, industries, or income.

Among the seven peaks of Qingyun, Dazhu Peak is the only one that just eats and waits for death.

The Dazhu Peak martial arts method places the most emphasis on foundation, and does not consume that much resources.

Besides, he didn't want to accept so many disciples.

Now, there is actually a fool who climbed up Qingyun Mountain to worship him as his master? !
"I dare not. This matter was instructed by my master himself. Now that his background has been found out, Uncle Tian can send me to ask him."

Listening to Wen Min's words, Tian Buyi nodded, thinking that the identity was most likely correct.

"Daren, go and bring the child back so I can take a look at him."

"Yes."

Then, nothing more.

A group of people searched for several days, but couldn't find any trace of the person, let alone the child. There was no news for a whole month. They estimated that he must have died somewhere in the mountains.

After all, Qingyun Mountain is tall and vast.

Murong Ji looked up at the mountain above and exhaled slowly. He was almost at the top of the mountain. If he held on a little longer, maybe he could have a good sleep tonight.

He had a really hard time in the past month. He thought his inner strength was enough to protect himself, but who could have imagined that the beasts in this world had such thick skin and tough flesh.

If I slap you with all my strength, it will be no different from tickling you.

The inner strength and kung fu that he was so proud of were simply a joke, and their life levels were not even on the same level.

Murong Ji thought to himself that if he practiced on his own without the right method, his life would be like that.

The gap between Xuan and Fan really fell from heaven to earth.

After escaping the disaster, he took a detour. In the eyes of these beasts, the little meat on him was not even enough to fill the teeth.

Seeing the stairs, Murong Ji sat down on them, just wanting to take a breath. When he looked up, he saw a big yellow dog staring at him.

Murong Ji's hair stood on end, after all, this was the Zhu Xian world. In the newly formed world of cultivating immortals, it was still a world of cultivating immortals!
"Wang! Wang!"

Murong Ji stared at the big yellow dog's eyes, slowly stood up and became alert, slowly gathering the internal force in his hands, planning to find an angle to strike first.

Seeing the big yellow dog move, Murong Ji instantly pounced to the side.

rhubarb:"???"

The next moment, Murong Ji slapped the dog's head at a fairly fast speed.

This palm strike made Murong Ji's palms numb and he was extremely shocked. He thought that if he had the internal strength he had now in his previous life, he would be able to fight against the 20-year-old Qiao Feng.

The big yellow dog pounced and pinned Murong Ji to the ground, with its paws on his back, declaring its victory...

Suddenly there was a shout from a distance.

"rhubarb!"

Murong Ji looked up dully, and saw a simple and honest young man appear in front of him, comforting the big yellow dog that was about to explode with fur.

He picked up Murong Ji and brushed the dust off him.

"You are the kid who came to become my disciple, right? Murong Ji?"

Murong Ji secretly exhaled, clasped his hands together, and bowed: "Junior Murong Ji, greetings to the senior."

The young man smiled naively, a little shyly, "Why call me senior? Just call me Song Daren."

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the master."

Murong Ji followed behind Song Daren, looking around as he walked. There were no majestic buildings here, just like that small village.

The big yellow dog kept following him, and he then realized that this pastoral dog was too strong.

I looked closely at the dog's eyes. They were lively and must be intelligent.

I suppressed my curiosity and glanced around, only seeing thatched huts and bamboo buildings everywhere.

Walking forward, I saw some ancient wooden buildings. It was a large courtyard hidden among the bamboo forest.

Murong Ji took a look at the bamboo beside him. This bamboo was as thick as a tree. Compared with the bamboo on Xiaozhu Peak, it was really a big bamboo.

Murong Ji followed Song Daren with mixed feelings and walked into the ancient courtyard. This was the Shoujing Hall.

"Master, Mistress."

Murong Ji came back to his senses and glanced at the couple above him. Tian Buyi, short, fat and ugly...

Su Ru, a beautiful young woman...

Anyone who sees this will sigh, how could such a good girl marry him? !

Tian Buyi is not really short, he looks short because he is fat.

"Junior Murong Ji, greetings to the senior."

Murong Ji knelt obediently in front of the two men and listened to their orders. His own path was in their hands.

Tian Buyi walked up to Murong Ji, looked him up and down, and asked in a deep voice, "Have you practiced cultivation?" Murong Ji was shocked and quickly replied, "My parents once taught me some simple methods of Qi training, saying that they can help me expand my meridians."

Tian Buyi nodded, squatted in front of Murong Ji, lifted him up alive, and checked his bones, "Well, it's not bad."

Then he pointed his finger at Murong Ji's dantian in the abdomen, and instantly countless energy surged out from various acupoints on Murong Ji's body.

A breeze blew throughout the Shoujing Hall.

Tian Buyi was a little surprised, and then he went to check Murong Ji's meridians, but he found that they were much wider than those of his peers.

Returning to his seat, Tian Buyi was thinking, there was no problem with Murong Ji's identity. Even though he had no method of cultivation, he could still gather Qi. This aptitude was top-notch.

"He's a good candidate, Daren. Take him downstairs to wash him and arrange a room for him." Tian Buyi turned around and sat down again, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Song Daren reminded with a smile, "Junior brother, it's time for us to go."

Murong Ji understood instantly, knocked his head to the ground, and said, "Disciple Murong Ji greets the master and the mistress."

"Well, let's go down."

He followed Song Daren out of the Shoujing Hall and walked into the house. He watched Song Daren take out a bathtub and lead him to get hot water.

In fact, it was just to let him get familiar with the way. Song Daren was the one who carried the hot water all the time.

"In fact, as long as you reach Dazhu Peak, the master has decided to accept you regardless of your aptitude."

Murong Ji was a little surprised. How could a direct disciple be accepted so casually?

"Qingyun Mountain is steep and has many wild animals and rare treasures. It is not easy for ordinary disciples who have just entered Yuqing to climb up this Qingyun Mountain."

"Now that you're done washing up, go to bed. I'll take out the waste water tomorrow morning."

Murong Ji nodded, and after seeing Song Daren off, he washed himself clean, lay on the bamboo bed, and let out a long breath.

[This time the beginning is quite heartwarming, and it's going surprisingly smoothly. Will there be a knife in the end? Will I be the villain who is sacrificed?! ]

Murong Ji's heart was beating fast. Martial arts are the courage of a man. Without his inner strength, he also lost a lot of confidence.

He drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Song Daren took him for a walk on the mountain. There were few people on Dazhu Peak and it was not very big.

At noon, when I walked into the cafeteria, several pairs of eyes looked at me.

"Come here, Junior Brother, this is your Second Senior Brother Wu Dayi..."

After meeting them one by one, Murong Ji sat in the last seat.

"Junior brother, how did you climb up the mountain from the bottom of the mountain?" Lu Daxin came over and asked curiously.

Murong Ji glanced around and saw that almost everyone was waiting. "Look for places where rabbits are. Wild animals have a sense of territory. Where there are rabbits, there is no danger."

Everyone suddenly realized, "Awesome!" Lu Daxin gave a thumbs up.

"Hey? Junior brother, I seem to have seen this clothes of yours somewhere." Wu Dayi looked thoughtful.

Du Bishu brought out the dishes and recognized it at a glance, "Young Master of Shanhai Garden in Heyang City, did you forget it when you went shopping?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at Murong Ji with bright eyes.

"The young master of Shanhaiyuan? His cooking must be delicious, right?"

"Yes, yes, little brother, when will you let us taste your cooking?"

……

Murong Ji: "..."

Du Bishu: "Go away! Have you ever seen a young master cooking by himself? If you think my cooking is bad, you can do it next time."

"No, no, no, no, there is none."

"We are just saying it, please don't blame me, Lao Liu."

Murong Ji stared blankly at them talking, laughing and joking. He was really not used to it. In his previous life, he did not have much contact with his senior brother Liu Guangyi. The gap between their ages and experiences was too big.

He always raised me as his son...

After the master and his wife walked into the dining hall, everyone instantly quieted down and became dignified and polite.

"You've all seen it, right?"

"Yes, Master, I have introduced him." Song Daren said in a low voice.

Seeing his master and his mistress sitting down, Murong Ji noticed that his mistress Su Ru was holding a two or three-year-old child in her arms.

[Tian Ling'er.] She thought to herself, are Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu still just kids now?
"Let's eat."

Everyone started to eat.

Suddenly, Tian Buyi said, "Seventh Brother, your family lives in Shanhaiyuan, so how is your cooking skill?"

As soon as the words fell, there was silence.

"Pfft!"

Someone couldn't help laughing. Su Ru pushed him in a nagging manner, "How old is Old Seven?"

Tian Buyi finally reacted, feeling a little embarrassed, and wanted to make amends: "The meal Lao Liu cooked today was great."

Everyone tried to hold back their laughter; it was very hard to eat this meal.

Murong Ji's arms were short and he couldn't reach many dishes, so Du Bishu had to pick up dishes for him. Finally, he put a plate in front of him and filled it with a few dishes.

I have to say that Du Bishu's craftsmanship is just so-so.

(End of this chapter)