Chapter 179 Zeng Shushu

Murong Ji deduced the content of the "Zhi Xuan Dan Jing" regarding the cultivation of the five internal organs.

Tian Buyi's expression became more and more solemn. Regardless of how good this technique was, the method of cultivating the five internal organs was...unique.

Murong Ji has been reading books on alchemy crazily these days. Has he gone insane? ! ! Is he trying to turn himself into an elixir?

Tian Buyi stared at the straw paper in his hand in a daze: When the mind returns to the qi, and the yin and yang qi interact with each other, it is called returning the elixir.

Then the true Qi is transformed into the limbs and bones of the body, which is to restore life. The essence and Qi are gathered together without dispersing to nourish the spirit.

Tian Buyi's face was solemn, he looked up at Murong Ji, [If this method really works, then he can become a saint and an ancestor! ]

[He is ranked third among the tablets of the founder of Qingyun Sect! ]

Tian Buyi turned over two pieces of paper again with a sullen look on his face, and snorted coldly, "Tomorrow you will move next to Daren, and don't spread the matter of the technique to anyone else."

"Yes, master."

After seeing Tian Buyi off, Murong Ji let out a long sigh, and considered that the matter was resolved.

As soon as he relaxed, he realized that his back was covered in cold sweat. [How long has it been since I felt this kind of oppression?]

“I’ve forgotten some of it.”

After a simple wash, Murong Ji went to bed.

The next morning, several senior brothers helped him move his room next to the eldest brother's room.

Everything seemed to have returned to calm again, and Murong Ji was practicing every day.

I don't know when, the peace of Dazhu Peak was broken. There were often noises and dogs barking, making Dazhu Peak a mess.

As soon as Murong Ji went out, he saw Junior Sister Tian Ling'er quarreling with Da Huang. If she couldn't win the argument, she would bite Da Huang...

Tian Ling'er has really reached the age where everyone hates her.

Murong Ji saw her looking over, tapped his feet lightly, and disappeared in an instant.

Tian Ling'er was riding on Dahuang and scratched her head. She clearly saw someone coming just now.
During lunch, Murong Ji suddenly said, "Master, I can control things now."

Several people in the room were stunned, and then congratulations were heard one after another.

Tian Buyi also had a smile on his face. After six years, his little disciple was doing quite well. His training speed was neither fast nor slow.

"All right."

The room fell silent for a moment.

"Old Seven entered later than you, but now he has reached the fourth level of Jade Purity. Don't you senior brothers feel ashamed?"

The chef got angry, and everyone lowered their heads to cook rice.

"According to the rules of Qingyun Sect, you should go down the mountain in a few days and find materials that are suitable for you to refine magic weapons. It doesn't require good materials, but they must be suitable for you."

"The disciple understands."

When Murong Ji turned around, he saw Tian Ling'er, who had appeared beside him at some point, looking at him pitifully.

Murong Ji smiled and rubbed her head. Tian Ling'er was very bored in the mountains and there was almost no one to play with her.

"Seventh Senior Brother! You must remember to bring me a gift!"

"Unforgettable."

There was a lot of preparation work to do before going down the mountain, and with the help of several senior brothers, it went much faster.

The eldest senior brother directly passed on the next few levels of the skills to him, and told Murong Ji to practice well and not to be lazy even after going down the mountain.

Murong Ji curled his lips and didn't bother to pay attention. These senior brothers were the laziest ones.

The day before leaving, Master's wife Su Ru came towards me.

Murong Ji quickly bowed, and after Su Ru sat down, he heard her say, "Are you all ready?"

"Master's Wife, everything is ready. I will go down the mountain tomorrow."

Su Ru nodded, "I won't tell you anything else. There are magic weapons on the mountain, and they are good to use if you have nothing to do. However, these magic weapons have spirits, and not everyone is suitable to use them."

"The magic weapon is of great importance, so I'll let you find it on your own."

"Master's wife, I understand." Murong Ji nodded. These things can sometimes save one's life, and many people do it without the help of others.

"Well, that's good. I'll give you a few more reminders. Your cultivation is not very high. If you encounter any problems, go find the local Qingyun deacon. No matter what it is, saving your life is the most important thing. Got it?"

"Disciple, please remember this."

As she spoke, Su Ru placed a booklet on the table in the room and said, "Your master has already taught you the method of refining fire. This is the method of smelting magic weapons. Keep it well. When you come across materials that suit your taste, take them out and smelt them."

At this point, Su Ru hesitated and said, "Don't be as ruthless as your senior brother. If you really come across something good, go find the local deacon."

"After you come back from your training, even if you don't have a magic weapon that suits you, you can exchange it with another Fengyun."

After hearing what Master's Wife Su Ru said, Murong Ji instantly became alert. Does Master Brother have a dark history? I'll ask him about it later.

A few days later, when they descended Dazhu Peak and were going down the mountain, Murong Ji discovered that there was a small path down the mountain.

After coming out of the deep forest, Murong Ji met the village again, Cao Miao Village.

It's just at the foot of Dazhu Peak. I pass by there every time.

Seeing a group of children playing in front of the dilapidated temple, Murong Ji stared at them for a while, and suddenly became curious. Which of these children was the tragic protagonist? He walked over and planned to ask.

Unexpectedly, when the group of children saw Murong Ji coming, they hurried back to the village. They were very wary of strangers.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, gave up the idea of ​​looking for the protagonist, turned his head to look at the dilapidated temple, thought for a while, and walked in.

This broken temple was in a very dilapidated state. The collapsed beams directly smashed the clay statue into pieces. One could only barely make out that the statue was a Taoist priest.

Murong Ji was a little disappointed. Just as he was about to turn around, the diamond bracelet on his wrist suddenly vibrated. He looked down and a voice appeared in his mind.

【There is something inside the clay statue.】

Murong Ji was stunned. He encountered a treasure when he went out? ! How could he, Murong Ji, be so lucky? ! !

After thinking for a while, he turned around and walked back into the thatched temple, removed the beam that had fallen on his head, and then began to search in the pile of dirt behind the statue.

It didn't take long before the contents were discovered, which turned out to be a piece of iron plate.

If a clay statue is too big, no matter how good the soil is, it will be difficult to maintain the original shape for a long time.

In order to extend the service life of the clay statue, some wooden sticks, iron bars and other things are added inside the clay statue.

The one in Murong Ji's hand is used for this.

Looking at the iron bar that was almost rotten, he said, "Hey, there is something, but it's useless."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji's face became solemn. He found that there were words on it, and the font was quite ancient.

The Qingyun Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and the writing has evolved to a certain extent. The writing above is unheard of, and it is obviously not the font of this era.

If this was really an ordinary piece of iron sheet, it would have rotted away long ago.

Murong Ji suddenly smiled, carried the iron sheet down the mountain, found a deserted place, clenched his hands, and tore it hard.

The shape of the iron plate didn't even change. I used all my strength, but it had a force of over a thousand pounds.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. "What treasure are you looking for? Just use this thing directly."

After carefully examining it again, he could not recognize what kind of iron it was. He did not know whether there was any in Caomiao Village, but since it was in his hands, it was his chance.

Murong Ji picked up the iron plate and walked towards the path in the mountains.

Walking directly into Heyang City, Murong Ji entered the yard from the back door, threw the iron plate aside, washed up, and walked towards the front yard.

When I entered the hall, I saw my father busying himself. I went over to talk to him, then found a table and ordered a few dishes to satisfy my craving.

Heyang City has an excellent geographical location, with constant business travel between the north and the south. In addition, Qingyun Mountain guards the area, so many merchants go north and south along this road.

Shanhaiyuan, thanks to its geographical location in Heyang City, has a booming business every day.

Although my mother complains every day about how little money my father earns, in fact, the monthly profit is quite a lot, enough to support a small family.

The monthly cultivation resources for a family of three, plus the huge amount of money spent on those rare ancient books bought for Murong Ji, Murong Yunhai didn't even frown.

Very generous.

Being a steward of Shanhaiyuan is really a good job. For some reason, Murong Ji had a feeling that his cheap father was not simple.

Come to think of it, such a good job as Shanhaiyuan, how could it fall into the hands of my cheap father without some connections.

Furthermore, the beautiful cultivator on Xiaozhu Peak is still a beauty even among the marginal figures. So many people in Qingyun Sect were eyeing her, but her own father succeeded. Tsk tsk tsk tsk.

Thinking of this, Murong Ji glanced at the middle-aged man at the counter who looked honest and simple.

He snatched a customer's dish and asked the waiter to deliver it to him first.

What else is there to say? Just fill your stomach first.

[This life is too smooth, with a good family background, going up the mountain to become a disciple, and meeting a treasure when coming down the mountain. This is in sharp contrast to the protagonist's tragic life experience.]

Murong Ji's face froze. Wasn't he really a villain? He was so nervous that things were going smoothly.

I accidentally glanced at the second floor and happened to see a person who was about the same age as me.

He was wearing a long robe, with a chopstick stuck in his bun, and had delicate facial features, especially a pair of eyes with a lot of charm.

Upstairs and downstairs, the two looked at each other, and then the man waved his hand, motioning him to go up.

Murong Ji lowered his head and frowned slightly. This person is Zeng Shushu? ! !
He wiped his hands and signaled to the waiter to clear the table. He ignored his signal and turned to walk into Shanhaiyuan.

Murong Ji returned to the yard, fetched some water to wash, and then started practicing martial arts on his own in the yard, performing some kung fu moves.

This body needs to be familiar with these moves.

"Clap clap clap."

"Good work."

Murong Ji turned around and saw that it was the young man he had just seen, Zeng Shushu.

He clasped his fists and bowed, "Greetings, Senior Brother Zeng."

Zeng Shushu walked around Murong Ji twice, his eyes full of curiosity, as if he was looking at something strange.

Murong Ji looked at this man with noble airs and the arrogance that he unintentionally revealed.

After all, one is the chief disciple of Fenghui Peak, and the other is the son of an outer disciple at the foot of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)