Chapter 226 That night, he was

"May I ask, little brother Zhang, is this magic weapon of yours made from two pieces combined together?"

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment, as if someone had revealed a secret deep in his heart. He looked at Murong Ji helplessly. His senior brother had also seen through the Soul-Devouring Stick so easily in the past.

"Little brother, you don't know that one of these is the holy object of the Demon Cult, the Bloodthirsty Pearl." Wanrenwang saw Zhang Xiaofan's eyes constantly looking at Murong Ji, then he looked up at him and then ignored him.

He was very satisfied with Zhang Xiaofan's reaction.

He continued, "This short black stick is a naturally evil thing, called 'Soul Capture', but it is not a thing of the Demon Cult."

"It was recorded in the Ten Chapters on Strange Treasures that there was a strange iron in the sky, which fell into the underworld. The ghost fire of the underworld burned the evil spirits to refine it. It took a thousand years to turn red, a thousand years to take shape, a thousand years to gather the spirit of the evil spirit, and a thousand years to develop the ability to capture souls. In fact, such a ferocious thing is not something that living people can control."

Zhang Xiaofan almost collapsed in the chair, his heart filled with fear, his mind filled with one sentence: I've been recognized!
Murong Ji looked at the crowd in front of him and smiled, "Xiao Fan, do you still remember the books I asked you to read?"

Zhang Xiaofan seemed to have grasped the last straw to save his life. He looked at Murong Ji timidly and pitifully, "Seven, Seventh Brother..."

Murong Ji picked up the teapot, poured a cup for Wanrenwan first, and then filled the cups for himself and others.

After putting down the teapot, he pressed down on Wanren Wang's arm to stop him from picking up the teacup. "Mr. Wan, what do you think is the right way and what is the evil way?"

Wanrenwang raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had discovered something interesting. He did not answer Murong Ji, but looked at his hand pressing on his arm.

"You are the second one who dares to press my cup, little brother."

"Oh? Then who's the first one?"

"already dead."

Wanrenwang continued to ignore Murong Ji and turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan, "Little Brother Zhang, what do you think is the right way? What is the evil way?"

Murong Ji withdrew his hand, still smiling, and glanced at the tea stall. There were a few people drinking tea there, but they stood up at some point and started chatting in groups of three or four.

Coincidentally, all their breakout routes and advantageous positions were blocked.

Murong Ji felt a little regretful. If he had thought of it earlier, he would not have followed Zhang Xiaofan.

"Seven, Seventh Brother... I... I don't know..."

Murong Ji glanced at Lu Xueqi, his face was pale, but he couldn't even draw his sword at this moment, it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

[If you can easily injure Xueqi and suppress her, you can also easily kill me.]

Murong Ji exhaled slowly and turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan, his face full of anxiety and confusion.

"I don't know. It's better not to know. I don't know either." Murong Ji picked up his teacup and put it in his hand.

"Drink some water first. Why are you panicking? We are just a young age. If we know everything, what do we need those old men for?"

Zhang Xiaofan felt a little more at ease.

After seeing him drink the water, Murong Ji fed Lu Xueqi some more water.

"I don't understand what is good and evil. Sometimes I am also confused, what is the righteous and bright path, and what is the evil and dark path?"

"Xiao Fan, I'll tell you a ridiculous answer. Nowadays, the righteous path and the evil path are either this or that. It's not because of the journey, but because of the camp."

"If you are born in the righteous camp, you are the righteous camp. If you are born in the evil camp, you are the evil camp. Isn't that ridiculous?"

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Murong Ji in amazement. He really wanted to hear him say that he was lying.

"There is no so-called distinction between good and evil in this world. It's just a matter of different standpoints. You were born in Qingyun Sect, so you are a hero of the righteous path."

"Then the demon disciples you killed were righteous. If it were the other way around, then it would be the demon disciples."

"The righteous are killing people, the evil are killing people, but there is still a difference. It is important who you kill. Do you deserve death for killing civilians?"

"Should the person who killed the people be put to death?"

Zhang Xiaofan quickly shook his head, "He shouldn't have died. He was just fighting against demons and defending the Way."

Murong Ji turned his head and looked at Wanwan Wang, who was also looking at him, as if he was looking at a performing monkey.

"Just talking about good and evil, and camps, it is difficult to tell who is right and who is wrong." Having said this, Murong Ji poured another cup of tea for Wanren, and then filled it up for himself and others.

"They say the righteous are hypocritical, that's right. There are hypocrites who are high-sounding. There are also many villains who are clever and eloquent, but, have they massacred civilians?"

"The vicious villains who kill people to make treasures, the high-ranking demonic cultivators who massacre villages and wipe out families. These people speak nicely and act beautifully, saying things like 'both the righteous and the demonic are killing people, how can the demons be evil and the righteous be good?' and so on."

"It's nothing more than an excuse for one's evil deeds."

"There are countless ghosts under the sword of Zhu Xian, but who are the people who died?"

"Attacked the mountain gate for no reason and killed people! After failing, they still gave him the title of 'killing countless people'. What's the logic behind this?"

Murong Ji's voice was very calm. This was his response to everyone. No matter what the debate was about good and evil, it would all be a mess.

Thousands of people looked at him with smiles on their faces, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"Brother, you are right. All the people in the Demon Sect deserve to die." Murong Ji looked at him speechlessly. "When did I say that all the people in the Demon Sect deserve to die? I was teaching you how to distinguish right from wrong. There are evil people in the righteous path, and there are good people in the demon path."

"I'll teach you a method. Don't pay attention to what they say, just look at what they do. What they do can't be false, right?"

"For example, misleading people's minds and disturbing their peace is an evil." As he spoke, he saw the person standing behind the crowd.

His eyes fell on the ring on his hand, [Qian Kun Qing Guang Ring! He is Qing Long. ]

Then, Murong Ji looked at Wanren Wang and said, "Senior, can I take a look at the ring in that person's hand?"

Wanrenwang was startled, somewhat stunned, and then said with a smile: "That is not my magic weapon, I really have no right to promise you."

Murong Ji turned his head to look at Qinglong and saw Qinglong take off the ring, put it on the table and pushed it forward.

Murong Ji smiled very sincerely this time, "Thank you very much." Then he picked up the Qiankun Qingguang Ring and looked at it.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the details.

Murong Ji studied this Nine Heavens Divine Weapon carefully. As far as he knew, this was a magic weapon that Qinglong had found specifically to deal with Wan Jianyi.

It is said to be surprisingly effective and can even delay the aging of the human body.

By recording the pattern, if he has the opportunity and materials, he can replicate a Qiankun Qingguang Ring.

Of course, it is definitely not as powerful as the original version. The Nine Heavens Divine Weapon is still a magical weapon nurtured by successive masters, so its power is naturally extraordinary.

"Xiao Fan, you should go take a walk and have a look when you have a chance. If you are too anxious to tell whether what others say is true or false, then go and see for yourself."

"Lest you be fooled by others and start doubting yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he returned the ring and thanked him again. Then he looked at Wanrenwang and said, "Senior, can we go now?"

Thousands of people still ignored him. Murong smiled, turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan, and then glanced behind the big tree.

He no longer mentioned leaving, and took out a Nine-Turn Bear Snake Pill from the storage bag and fed it to Lu Xueqi's mouth to help her dissolve the drug's power and heal her injuries.

Murong Ji ignored the following conversation and carefully checked Lu Xueqi's injuries. She had just recovered from a serious injury and now had new injuries, which might have damaged her foundation.

After helping Lu Xueqi deal with her injuries, he looked up and saw Wanren Wang looking at him intently with a smile on his face, as if waiting for his answer.

"What did the senior say?" Murong Ji asked.

"I want to see your magic weapon, little brother. Would you mind helping me?"

Murong Ji's heart sank instantly, and he thought to himself, "That night, ten thousand people were there indeed."

"Can I say no?"

Wanrenwang didn't say anything, just smiled. Murong Ji took out the Gathering Immortal Banner helplessly and pushed it in front of Wanrenwang.

Wanren picked it up and shook it, and the entire Juxian Banner unfolded instantly. After studying it carefully, he looked at it up and down with surprise, "What a magic weapon! Such a magic weapon is truly unique."

He had seen magical tools that aided in spiritual practice, but he had never seen an auxiliary ability as terrifying as the Gathering Immortals Banner.

"I wonder how you got this thing?"

Murong Ji smiled a little coldly, and now he started talking to his friend. "Replying to the senior, this is what I got when I was traveling in a blessed land."

Wanrenwang did not ask any more questions and reluctantly returned the Gathering Immortals Banner.

After Murong Ji took it, he clasped his fists and said, "It's getting late, senior. We will take our leave now."

"I'm sorry to have delayed the journey of several of you. Let's say goodbye now."

The three of them flew away on their swords. After they had flown a long distance, Murong Ji let out a long sigh.

A person walked out from behind the giant tree beside the tea shed. It was Bi Yao.

"Daddy, what do you think of him?"

Wanrenwang looked at the backs of the few people and said slowly, "Well, not bad, very good-looking."

Bi Yao's eyes lit up and she smiled, "You think he's pretty good too."

"Then Zhang Xiaofan is a good choice for you. As for Murong Ji, he has too many thoughts. You can't control such a person."

Bi Yao frowned in displeasure, "Who can be interested in that Murong guy? Dad, you don't know that even his junior sister doesn't like him."

Wanrenwang shook his head and smiled, "In my opinion, if Zhang Xiaofan hadn't had the adventure, his achievements would definitely not be as high as Murong Ji's."

Bi Yao crossed her arms and pouted in dissatisfaction, "What? Dad, you must have seen it wrong. How can Murong Ji be compared with Xiao Fan?"

Wanrenwang was somewhat helpless and stopped arguing with her, "Okay, okay, Daddy was wrong, don't be angry."

After flying very far on the sword, Murong Ji stopped and looked back. After making sure that there were no pursuers behind him, his brows slowly relaxed.

(End of this chapter)