Chapter 195 Half Mirror
After seeing Zhang Xiaofan off, Murong Ji leaned back in his chair, feeling somewhat comfortable. At the sixth level of Yuqing, he could learn some magic techniques, which were indeed quite powerful, but what he wanted to learn were the four great sword techniques.

Master Tian Buyi said that it was a sword technique from the Shangqing realm, and practicing it now would do more harm than good.

In the blink of an eye, three years passed.

Murong Ji felt that his meridians were clear, his Qi and blood were strong, and he had reached the sixth level of Yuqing, where he could go no further. He could only loosen up a bit and instantly broke through to the seventh level of Yuqing.

The seventh level of Yuqing is to use the true energy to nourish the flesh and blood. Murong Ji found that he still could not go any further.

It was not until this time that the horror of the Golden Elixir Method was revealed. The three golden elixirs of essence, energy and spirit were like a heart, driving the circulation of true energy day and night, and they were practicing almost all the time.

Murong Ji continued to suppress his realm and honed it. His senior brother Song Daren was at the sixth level of Yuqing. He had been in these realms for nearly a hundred years.

How can the hard work of others who have worked day and night for decades be compared with what I have achieved overnight?

What Song Daren has accumulated is not only the foundation, but also the potential to achieve higher strength.

Not to mention qualifications. If Song Daren did not have good qualifications, Master Tian Buyi would never have passed the position of the first seat to him, but would have passed it to his sixth senior brother Du Bishu.

In fact, after Tian Buyi died, Song Daren reached the Shangqing realm in a short period of time and finally became one of the five elders.

The result is obvious. If one's strength is a little weaker, he will be eliminated from the list like Chu Yuhong.

Murong Ji came to his senses and realized that the most hidden Lao Liu was right next to him.

Nearing noon, Murong Ji packed up his things and walked towards the cafeteria.

Today was a bit strange. I waited for a long time but didn't see Zhang Xiaofan and Tian Ling'er.

I thought they were called away by Master's Wife Su Ru, but even when she showed up, they were nowhere to be seen.

Tian Buyi had a fierce look on his face, waiting impatiently, "Eat!"

"Master, do you want to wait a little longer? I'll go look for my junior sister..." Song Daren negotiated in a low voice.

"What are you waiting for? She doesn't even know when to eat! Sit down and eat!"

Song Daren could only sit down helplessly. During the meal, his master and his mistress ate absent-mindedly.

A few hours after lunch, the two men had not returned, so Song Daren began to gather his fellow disciples to go into the mountains to look for them.

Qingyun Mountain is tall and vast. Looking for someone on the mountain is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Murong Ji frowned and flew through the mountains and forests on his sword, feeling an indescribable impatience.

The areas that Qingyun Sect effectively controls are the hillsides and tops of the seven peaks of Qingyun Mountain.

The large area at the foot of the mountain cannot actually be taken care of because there are too few people and such a large area is not needed.

Murong Ji suddenly heard the scolding of his master's wife Su Ru and the aggrieved and pampered voice of Tian Ling'er. He let out a long breath, flew over on his sword, and saw the entrance to a valley.

In front of the valley entrance, Master's Wife Su Ru was scolding Tian Ling'er.

Seeing Murong Ji coming over, Su Ru calmed down a little and said, "Seventh Brother! Take them back first. I'll go into the deep valley to see what's going on."

"It's Master's Wife."

When he got closer with his sword, he found that the two men were in a very miserable state. Tian Ling'er looked listless and a little sleepy, and it was obvious that her soul was hurt.

The same was true for Zhang Xiaofan, his face was pale and his condition was even worse than Tian Ling'er's.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the stick in Zhang Xiaofan's hand. [That must be the Soul Devouring Stick, right? ! ! Let's go back and study it. ]

"Okay, come on up, let's go back."

He took the two of them back to Dazhu Peak. As soon as he entered the Shoujing Hall, he saw the master's dark face. He saw that the master wanted to get angry.

Murong Ji quickly said: "Master, Junior Sister is injured!"

The anger on Tian Buyi's face disappeared instantly, and was replaced by heartache. He wanted to ask a few questions, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Until Tian Ling'er came out timidly from behind Murong Ji, Tian Buyi's face instantly fell and he scolded: "Where the hell have you been!"

Tian Ling'er was speechless and felt so aggrieved that she was about to cry.

Murong Ji said quickly: "Master, Junior Sister and Xiaofan accidentally entered a valley, and for some reason, they fainted."

"Well, it seems to me that Junior Sister's soul has been hurt. Can you take another look?"

Tian Buyi had a gloomy face and said, "Come here, let me take a look." His voice became much softer, and his tone was full of concern and heartache.

After checking Tian Ling'er's body, he confirmed that her soul was injured. Then he looked at Zhang Xiaofan and found that he had no external injuries, but the true energy that he had cultivated with great effort was completely gone.

Tian Buyi's expression was very complicated. This little disciple of his really had a miserable fate.

He sighed, "Go down and have a good rest."

Murong Ji took Zhang Xiaofan away, and after sending him back to his room, he said, "Have a good rest, and we'll talk about the rest after you wake up."

"Yes, I understand, Brother Seven."

Murong Ji watched Zhang Xiaofan fall asleep, then he picked up the Soul-Devouring Stick. He didn't quite understand some of it and needed to study it carefully.

What was more important now was to take out the Valley and fly directly towards the valley. When he reached the entrance of the valley, Murong walked in very carefully. It was no different from other valleys, except that there was a little more evil energy.

This feeling makes people's backs cold, but the problem is that the temperature in the valley is not low.

[Is this evil spirit?! ]

This was not the first time he had come into contact with evil spirits, but those evil spirits had all been refined by humans. This kind of evil spirit was most likely generated naturally between heaven and earth.

When Murong Ji walked forward, he saw corpses everywhere.

Human and animal, all of them, their bones have become dull, it means they are quite old.

Walking among the piles of dead bones in the valley, Murong Ji felt a chill down his spine, as if he was about to face a disaster. [The most dangerous thing had been taken away by Zhang Xiaofan.]

[And Master's Wife Su Ru has also investigated this place. There should be no danger here.]

Murong Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued to wander among the dry bones.

It is not difficult to see that this was once a battlefield, but the exact era is no longer traceable.

[That Soul Devouring Stick couldn't have grown naturally in Qingyun Mountain. It's very likely that some figure from the Demon Cult was killed here by Senior Qingyun.]

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked around, trying to find some magic weapon fragments or something like that. It didn't matter whether they were righteous or evil, as long as there was a weapon pattern on them.

After a quick search, I found that there were quite a few dry bones in the valley. I sped up the search and actually found it among a few of the bones.

Murong Ji picked up the thing between the dry bones. It was a piece of torn animal skin. Because it was folded, only the outer layer of the skin was torn.

Murong opened it very carefully. The words on it were written eight hundred years ago, and he couldn't recognize them all.

[Could it be that these were the people who died here when the black-hearted old man attacked Qingyun Mountain? ]

After tracing the words, he took a look at the corpses and turned back to continue searching.

After searching the entire valley, I did find a few pieces of magic weapons. They were rusty but you could barely make out the patterns on them.

Murong Ji put it away and looked towards the pool of water in the valley.

The pool is not very large. It is formed by the gushing of underground springs. The gap on the west side of the pool extends all the way to the outside of the valley.

Murong Ji walked to the edge of the pond. The pond was not deep, the water was emerald green, and there was a pile of rocks of varying sizes in the middle.

Murong Ji frowned. No matter how he looked at it, this place seemed to be arranged by humans. After thinking for a while, Murong Ji waded into the water and walked towards the pile of rocks in the middle.

After pushing aside the stones, I saw a three-foot square stone platform. [It was indeed arranged by humans! ]

The stone platform is covered with fine lines, like a scroll painting, weird and strange, making people feel numb.

Murong Ji frowned tightly and copied the patterns on the stone platform. After thinking for a while, he decided to move the stone platform away.

Carry the stone platform ashore and then go into the water again. The water is extremely cool, but it contains a lot of evil energy.

[Did someone place the Soul-Snatching Stick there after the war? Did that person want to use the evil spirit of Qingyun Mountain to nourish the Soul-Snatching Stick?]

First it was the stone statue in Cao Miao Village, and then it was the soul-catching stick in this valley. To say it was a coincidence is too much of a coincidence.

Diving underwater, Murong Ji looked at the rocks below. Those places not covered with mud were probably the springs.

After searching underwater for a while, he found half of an iron plate. Upon closer inspection, he found it was a broken mirror. For some unknown reason, it was broken into a crescent-shaped piece of scrap iron.

Looking closely, it doesn't seem to be iron. I don't know what material it is made of, but the quality is very good.

Murong Ji threw it ashore and went into the water again. The pool was not big and he searched it twice in a short time.

This time, they found the main spring directly. As soon as he got close to it, Murong Ji felt cold all over, as if it was chilling to the bones.

The water here is brought out from the spring, which contains evil spirit, pure evil spirit between heaven and earth. He wanted to see if there was any treasure, just in case.

When he lifted the stone, he saw surging black mist. Murong Ji was secretly shocked. Any place with abundant spiritual energy must have equally abundant evil spirits.

He turned around and picked up a leg bone of some unknown animal, fumbled with it at the mouth of the spring, and turned out a black pebble as black as ink.

Murong Ji was stunned. This thing seemed to be a jade. He reached out and threw it onto the shore, then touched it again.

Three black stones of different sizes were separated in a row, and there was no more harvest.

After Murong Ji got ashore, he sorted out his harvest and then walked towards the stream on the west side.

Qingyun Mountain is a treasure land, and many places are seldom visited by Qingyun Sect disciples. Over the past thousands of years, many magic weapons have been left behind in the battles between good and evil.

Following the stream out of Dazhu Peak, the mountain stream stretched on and on. Murong Ji went all the way to Hongchuan at the foot of Qingyun Mountain before he stopped. During the journey, he found quite a few spiritual materials.

Murong Ji stared at the river in front of him. This Hongchuan River was where the sect leader Daoxuan raised the sleeping fish.

Shanhaiyuan collects fish here every day, which gives the local people a way to make a living.

After returning to Dazhu Peak, Murong Ji began to study the notes. Qingyun Sect had annotations for these ancient texts, and it was said that the annotations were made by his fourth senior brother.

(End of this chapter)