Chapter 209 Stealing Ling Zun's House
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar in the audience. There are two people from Dazhu Peak? !

Murong Ji lowered his head, thinking in his heart how to realize his idea.

The magical artifacts have begun to possess some spirituality, but the spiritual growth is too slow. If the spiritual growth is accelerated, will it be possible to artificially refine the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon?
Or, use part of his soul as spiritual nourishment. As soon as the idea came out, he immediately extinguished it. It was difficult to cultivate the spirit, and he didn't want to waste his "spirit".

Then it can only be the first one, using some means to nurture the magic weapon.

Thinking of this, he thought of the time when the Tianwen Sword absorbed the spiritual energy and evil energy of heaven and earth.

【Sword-raising gourd.】

It is a pity that there seems to be no such magic as the great and small magical powers, or things like space magic weapons in this world.

Suddenly, Murong Ji was stunned. He thought of a magic weapon, the Mountain and River Fan, which was worth studying.

Cangsong finally finished writing. He was a little confused. Why did the leader of the Zhu Xian world love to talk so much? !
Finally it was done, Murong Ji yawned and walked down the stage.

On the way back, Master's wife suddenly spoke, "Ling'er, come here for a moment. Your father and I have something to tell you."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Tian Ling'er's figure, and sighed. Now that he thought about it, Qi Hao might have pursued Tian Ling'er at the instruction of Cangsong.

It is estimated that he has already started to make plans and look for a way out for his disciples. If he fails, Qi Hao will not be implicated and killed.

This was just his guess. Once he became an emperor, he would become suspicious and think about possible and impossible things from all angles. It was very complicated.

After returning to his residence, Murong Ji moved the table over and began to draw out his ideas.

If you can’t get a sword-nourishing gourd, then make a scabbard that can nourish the sword.

After a long time, Murong Ji finally made it. What he lacked now was the materials. The original materials could be used, but Murong Ji felt that they were not worthy of the Tianwen Sword, and the effect of refining it would not be very good.

The problem is that he has no more materials. He rubbed his forehead and asked, "Where can I find the materials?"

Murong Ji came back to his senses and saw that several of his brothers were looking at him. He was a little surprised, "What's wrong? Such an expression."

"Seventh Junior Brother, what are you tinkering with? Are you okay?" Sixth Senior Brother Du Bishu asked.

Murong Ji exhaled, "What else could it be? I have some ideas for refining equipment, so I wrote them down."

"Hey! I told you, he's fine, go away."

After watching his fellow brothers disperse, Murong Ji left the house. It was still early and he had the whole afternoon to rest.

After leaving the disciples' courtyard and walking onto the square, I saw that the four remaining arenas had been dismantled and only two were left.

Murong Ji stretched lazily and inadvertently glanced at the rainbow bridge. His eyes lit up. It was the Spiritual Lord!
A spirit master has lived for a thousand years, so he must have lost scales, right?! Are there any thousand-year-old scales?

I quickly jumped onto the Rainbow Bridge and saw the water qilin sleeping in front of the clear water pond.

Perhaps he heard the sound of footsteps, and Murong Ji opened his eyes slightly, then met a pair of pupils that were bigger than his.

A chill ran from his feet to his head, instantly making Murong Ji shudder.

When Ling Zun saw that it was a disciple of Qingyun, he continued to close his eyes and sleep, not bothering to pay attention to him.

Murong Ji exhaled, walked to the front of the green water pond, looked down, and it was bottomless.

I was a little nervous and looked back at Ling Zun. He was too lazy to pay any attention to me, so I couldn't blame him for stealing.

He raised the Tianwen Sword and slowly dived toward the bottom of the pool.

It got darker the further down we went. We couldn't see anything, let alone the surging undercurrent.

Murong Ji flew his sword out of the water. He needed to find something to illuminate the water, so he stood by the clear water pond and shook his clothes dry.

Thinking about where to find something that can emit light?
Murong Ji frowned slightly and decided to make one himself.

When he arrived at the edge of the clear water pond, Murong Ji had a walking stick in his hand. On the walking stick was inlaid a fist-sized bead that looked like a jade bead.

He held his breath, allowing the Qi to circulate internally, then flew the sword underwater again and slowly dived.

Murong Ji looked at the stone walls on both sides of the green water pond. There were some traces of fighting and some inscriptions on them.

If you look closely, you will find that they are all records, such as construction period and the like.

No longer paying attention, he slowly dived down to the bottom. The light was bright all around. He looked at the surrounding environment and the huge deep hole in front of him.

[That is Ling Zun's cave, right? ]

Murong Ji flew over with his sword and saw many scales on the ground around him. He identified them one by one and found that some of them were no longer usable.

Some of them had just fallen off, and after picking and choosing, they found seven or eight pieces of scales.

Murong Ji looked at the scale that was half the size of a person, like a big fan. He put it aside first, and then walked towards the depths of Ling Zun's cave.

The "scepter" in his hand instantly illuminated the surroundings. Murong Ji looked carefully into the cave, which was cleaned very well by the water flow used by the Spiritual Master.

There were some faint words on the stone walls on both sides, but now they are blurred.

The cave was almost empty, there was nothing inside, and after walking out, I looked around the cave.

On the right side of the cave, there was a deep dark pool. Water was flowing out from the bottom of the pool, constantly replacing the water in the green pool. Murong Ji looked down and saw that it was pitch black and he could not see anything. He checked his true energy and found that it was enough for his internal breathing for a while.

Then he flew underwater on his sword.

The underground river below is probably Qingyun Mountain. The amount of water is huge, and it not only nourishes Qingyun Mountain, Heyang City, etc.

But Murong Ji didn't dare to explore too deeply. Once he got lost, couldn't breathe, and his true energy was exhausted, he would be doomed.

There was a huge space below, which made Murong Ji think he had reached the bottom of the deep sea.

He scanned the surroundings and saw broken magic weapons and scales everywhere. Murong Ji's eyes lit up and he picked out a lot of them. He accepted those materials that were still usable and those magic weapons that were broken but could be repaired.

Seeing that he had little energy left, Murong Ji took off his outer robe, gathered his things, put them on his shoulders, and flew upwards on his sword.

"Wow."

Coming out of the Green Water Pond, Murong Ji let out a long breath.

When he turned around, he saw Ling Zun's eyes, which were larger than a human's, staring at him with a look of inquiry and confusion.

Murong Ji felt cold all over, was he stealing? ! ! He glanced at Ling Zun's hoof that was as big as the pillar of Yuqing Palace and swallowed his saliva.

Ling Zun's huge pupil glanced behind Murong Ji. The person wrapped in clothes was definitely a disciple of Qingyun Sect.

But why are the scales covering him?

The huge Qilin head shook, turned around and jumped into the green water pond. With a "splash", Murong Ji came to his senses, and then a pool of water hit him.

He glanced around and saw that the disciples around him were so shocked that they couldn't recover for a long time.

Without caring about his dignity anymore, Murong Ji started running, using his lightness skills to the extreme, so fast that he almost left an afterimage.

The Bishuitan Lake was established a thousand years ago, and since Patriarch Qingye founded the religion, probably no one has gone down to clean it up. These broken magic weapons, some of which are even of the quality of Nine Heavens Divine Weapons, can make him a lot of money now.

When I returned to the disciple courtyard and opened the door, I saw the eldest brother lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

"Old Six, why are you back again?"

Song Daren turned around and looked at him, his face horrified, "Junior brother?! Didn't you go on a date with the junior sister from Xiaozhu Peak?"

Murong Ji: “???”

Song Daren then saw the package behind Murong Ji and the huge scales.

"Junior brother, you..."

Murong Ji looked at Song Daren's strange expression and raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering why Song Daren reacted like this. "Big Brother, what's wrong?"

Song Daren muttered for a long time without saying a word. He ignored it and poured the junk on the ground. Suddenly, a seafood smell spread throughout the house, and the smell was light and not pungent.

Then he put on his wet clothes, walked out of the door, and with a sudden shock of his true energy, endless water vapor was instantly shaken out.

After stretching, he walked into the house and started to sort these things out. These magic weapons were broken, but some of them were intact, but for some unknown reason, they had lost their spirituality.

I looked at them one by one, sorted and recorded them.

Song Daren looked at Murong Ji's serious expression. The scales of the Spirit Master were so obvious that he knew what he had done.

"Dang Dang Dang."

Murong Ji was startled and turned to look outside the door, "Senior Brother Song, I'm coming in."

Wenmin’s voice…

Looking at Song Daren's expression, I understood instantly. So that's it. The eldest brother was injured, shouldn't Wenmin come to take care of him?

If there is no environment, create one. [These brothers are really nice! ]

Wen Min walked in, looked at Murong Ji in surprise, then laughed, "Brother Murong, you achieved excellent results in the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition. Congratulations."

Murong Ji did not reply immediately. After collecting his things, he found a package to wrap them up. "Senior Sister Wenmin, please don't laugh at me. I just got lucky."

Then he asked, "Excuse me, Senior Sister Wenmin, is there any secluded place in Tongtian Peak? It would be best if I could make pills and weapons."

Wen Min was stunned, but after Murong Ji said this, she understood that Murong Ji had inherited the true teachings of Tian Buyi.

"Junior Brother Murong, the Danxia Palace on Tongtian Peak is where they make pills and weapons. You can go and take a look."

"Thank you, Senior Sister Wenmin." Murong Ji picked up the package and walked out the door.

After he walked out of the door, he suddenly said, "Senior Sister Wenmin, I have something to do now, and there are no other senior brothers around, so I'll have to trouble you to take care of my eldest brother."

After saying that, he ran away. As for whether it was embarrassing or not, that was none of his business.

Standing at the entrance of Danxia Palace, Murong Ji looked up at the palace in front of him. It was not very grand, but it did have a sense of simplicity and antiquity.

There is a faint aroma of medicinal herbs in the air, which is refreshing.

(End of this chapter)