Chapter 189 What is the Origin
Murong Ji secretly exhaled, "Reporting to the master, in Fenxiang Valley, there are disciples secretly buying and selling people, killing people to get their blood, and refining formations!"

"From what I've seen, thousands of people died. After their blood was drawn, they framed the barbarians from the Shiwan Mountains."

"Puff! Cough cough cough."

Tian Buyi choked on his tea, put down the cup, looked very angry, and stood up in a moment, "I asked you to explain the whole story! I didn't ask you to talk nonsense!"

Murong Ji knocked his head to the ground and said, "Master, everything I said is true. Those disciples from Fenxiang Valley took off their sect uniforms, killed people and took their blood. If I saw them, I would kill them to silence them."

"It was during my fight with them that I discovered that their core technique was the Incense Burning Jade Technique. Afterwards, when I passed the Incense Burning Valley, I encountered Li Xun investigating."

"I entered Nayong City and was blocked by Li Xun. I was rescued by Uncle Master Shang Baoming."

"The woman behind this disciple is the one who escaped from the clutches of the murderer. To know whether this is true or not, we need to find out how she got to the Shiwan Mountains."

Murong Ji spoke so urgently that everyone present was shocked beyond words, and the entire Shoujing Hall was silent.

"Brother Tian, ​​there are a lot of news coming from the Liudao Hall. There are people who have disappeared inexplicably in many places..."

Tian Buyi suddenly realized, and stared at Murong Ji with his eyes, "Seventh Brother, you must be responsible for what you say!"

Murong Ji felt like he was carrying a huge mountain on his back, pressing down on him invisibly.

He said word by word: "Every word your disciple said is true! I saw the killing and blood-taking with my own eyes!"

Tian Buyi slammed the table, and the bamboo table instantly broke into pieces.

"Okay!" Then he turned around and said, "Daren, take this woman with me to Tongtian Peak!"

"Yes, master."

Tian Buyi hurriedly walked out of Shoujing Hall, Murong Ji stood up and was about to follow him, but his sleeve was pulled by someone. Turning around, he saw the woman looking at him with tearful eyes, her lips trembling slightly.

Murong Ji patted her hands, signaling her not to be afraid. After calming her down, the group went up to Tongtian Peak.

Inside the Yuqing Hall.

This was the first time Murong Ji came here. The magnificent hall could accommodate hundreds of people, and there was still a lot of empty space.

Looking at the seven big guys at the top, Murong Ji slowly exhaled.

"Reporting to the master, I have finished speaking." The voice echoed in the Yuqing Palace, but there was no response. Murong Ji looked up.

The seven people were talking in low voices.

The design of this hall is ingenious. If you speak loudly, your voice will spread to every corner of the hall. But if you discuss in a low voice, it seems that the sound is automatically blocked.

"So, those fourteen disciples of Fenxiang Valley were killed by you?!"

Murong Ji looked up and met Daoxuan's deep eyes. He understood what the words meant, that he was questioning his strength.

That's right. A Yuqing level 5 disciple killed more than a dozen Fenxiang Valley disciples who were at least Shaoyang level 6. It doesn't seem right no matter how you think about it.

[I knew it would be troublesome! Damn it! Never mind.]

While Murong Ji was thinking and complaining in his heart, he put down the backpack on his back, took out the bowstring and strung it again.

Holding the bow and arrow, he said, "I won by chance with the help of the magic weapon. Please appreciate it, Master."

One of the disciples flew down from the high platform and said, "Junior Brother Murong, give it to me."

Looking up, I saw a gentle-looking senior brother. "Excuse me, senior brother."

The man nodded, then walked up to the platform holding the Tianwen Sword and the Dragon Snake Bow and handed them to Daoxuan.

Daoxuan casually handed the sword to Tian Buyi and asked his master to take a look at it first.

He picked up the bow and pulled it hard. In an instant, cyclones appeared around the bow, madly absorbing spiritual energy.

"what?"

Several people on the stage looked in the direction of the sound. The power contained in the bow made them, the leaders, a little frightened. In the future, when this disciple reached a certain level, he would be able to kill a Shangqing master with the help of this bow.

One Shangqing master is enough to support an entire sect. So how many Shangqing masters are there in the three major sects?

"This magic weapon is really good. After being nurtured by several generations, it has a chance to become a Nine Heavens Mysterious Soldier."

As soon as Daoxuan finished speaking, several people looked at that strange bow. Could it have such potential?

Daoxuan handed it to several other people and asked them to take a look, then looked at Tian Buyi's gloomy face.

"Junior Brother Tian, ​​Dazhu Peak has found another magic weapon, you should be happy, why do you look like this?"

Tian Buyi didn't say anything and handed the sword over. Daoxuan took it with a puzzled look and looked at it carefully.

His face darkened instantly, and before he could ask any questions, Tian Buyi asked, "Where did you get the materials for this magic weapon?"

Murong Ji was stunned. Does this have anything to do with the case?

"Master, the main material is an iron plate, um, it should be a plaque or something. Senior Brother Zeng said it was meteorite iron, so I found some auxiliary materials and smelted it into a magic weapon."

"The iron plate was found in the dilapidated temple in Caomiao Village at the foot of Qingyun Mountain. The rest of the materials were prepared with the help of the tribe leader of Qilidong."

Tian Buyi's face darkened again. He knew it was that village. He had passed by it many times when he was young. He looked up at Daoxuan, who also said nothing.

"You go down now! We will investigate the matter of Fenxiang Valley." Daoxuan threw the magic weapon down directly, and it looked light and fluttering, as if something was dragging it. After Murong Ji took it, he bowed and said, "Yes, disciple, I will take my leave."

After leaving Yuqing Palace, Murong Ji saw the woman. Beside her stood a beautiful and pretty senior sister from Xiaozhu Peak, who whispered to comfort her.

Seeing Murong Ji coming out, the woman hurried over, holding the child in one hand and holding Murong Ji's sleeve with the other, stumbling over and saying in Central Plains dialect: "My name is Zheng Xuan, don't forget it."

Murong Ji was startled and was about to speak when Wen Min suddenly said, "She is very dependent on you now, or rather, she only trusts you. Don't break her hope. If you do, she may not be able to survive."

Murong Ji quickly swallowed what he was about to say, and bowed, "Hello, Senior Sister. May I ask your name?"

Wenmin smiled gently, like an older sister next door: "My name is Wenmin."

Murong Ji was a little surprised. This was his future big leader, and he turned out to be so handsome. He was such a good-looking senior brother.

"Senior Sister Wenmin, how does the sect plan to deal with this girl...Zhengxuan?"

Wen Min tucked her temples and said, "What else can we do? Check her identity and see if there are other people in her family."

Wen Min paused for a moment. In this situation, it was unlikely that someone was still at home. "If there was no one left, I would keep him at Xiaozhu Peak, do some odd jobs, and live a peaceful life for the rest of my life."

Murong Ji let out a long sigh. He had a feeling that the matter of Fenxiang Valley would definitely come to nothing. Since they dared to do it, they would definitely handle the whole thing well.

The two chatted for a few more words, and then the door of Yuqing Palace opened. Several abbots walked out and said goodbye to each other.

Murong Ji saw that his master Tian Buyi had an unpleasant expression on his face, so he thought for a moment and decided not to go forward and get scolded.

Suddenly, he felt someone was staring at him. Murong Ji turned around and felt his heart suddenly tighten.

The pure fairy in white clothes as white as snow, could it be her?

With just one glance, Murong Ji was sure who this person was, Lu Xueqi.

At this time, Lu Xueqi was only in her teens and her face was still childish. In a few years, her appearance would have reached its ceiling.

When Lu Xueqi saw Murong Ji looking at her, her cold eyes fell on Zheng Xuan with curiosity.

"Junior brother, let's go."

Song Daren's call brought him back to his senses and he immediately chased after him.

He walked behind Song Daren and followed him with his head down.

It is really comfortable to have a caring brother or sister. It is as if no matter what happens, there is always someone to stand in front of them and protect them from the wind and rain. That kind of security makes people feel at ease.

As a human being, if there is someone as troublesome as Murong Fu, forget it, just kill him if there is one.

"Old Seven."

Murong Ji came back to his senses, "Master, disciple is here."

"Be careful when you go down the mountain next time." Tian Buyi walked in front with his hands behind his back and sighed.

Murong Ji's face became solemn. After thinking carefully, he understood roughly what was going on. Was it because of that piece of iron plate?

"Master, what is that iron plate?"

Tian Buyi paused and said solemnly, "The throne of God." After that, he walked out of the square again and flew away on his sword.

Murong Ji was completely confused. Godly position? What kind of godly position?
When I returned to Dazhu Peak and landed, my fellow disciples came over and surrounded me.

"Junior brother! Show us your big treasure!"

"What are you refining? Is there another weirdo like Lao Wu appearing in our Dazhu Peak?"

"Bah! What happened to my official seal? Junior brother is so weird! He brought back a woman whose child is already two years old!"

"Wow!! Is this true?"

"Of course it's true. Lao Liu saw it with his own eyes."

……

Murong Ji looked down at the Tianwen Sword and the Dragon Snake Bow in his hands.

Looking at these "blind" brothers, I sighed and suddenly understood why Master Tian Buyi was upset every day.

How could it not be annoying? The disciples were very slow in their cultivation. But when they talked about the gossip of Qingyun Sect, they seemed to be a different person, more active than anyone else.

Moreover, although they were not serious about cultivation, they all had extraordinary personal connections and interpersonal relationships, and almost all of them were talented players. The fourth and fifth brothers were the best among them.

Before going to the mountain, one was a scholar and the other was a general.

After he had finished making enough noise and teasing, they dispersed. Murong Ji lay in the room, feeling instantly overwhelmed by fatigue.

In his dream, there was a woman standing in front of him. She seemed to be talking to him, and she looked a little reserved and shy.

Murong Ji felt his face burning red, and also felt shy.

Suddenly, Murong Ji woke up. He had a comfortable sleep, but he was also a little confused.

The burning red feeling on my face did not dissipate, and the dream was still very clear.

(End of this chapter)