Chapter 230 It’s you again

"Ah."

Neither Zhang Xiaofan nor Lu Xueqi wanted to say anything more. After all, they were too tired. Not physically tired, but mentally exhausted.

The number of people dropped sharply in the afternoon, so Murong Ji and others closed their stalls.

Murong Ji and the other two started strolling around the town. The town was neither big nor small, not too lively, and there wasn't much to see.

After buying some daily necessities and exchanging some silver, the three of them returned to the inn.

As soon as I entered the inn, I heard a shout from behind.

"Hey! Young man, please stop!"

Murong Ji looked back and saw the four characters "The Immortal's Road". He looked again and saw Zhou Yixian with a little girl of about seven or eight years old.

Blocked in front of Zhang Xiaofan.

"Oh no! It's not good, it's very not good! My dear brother, I see dark clouds covering your head, your brow is black, and your face is full of death! Soon there will be a disaster of killing."

For a moment, Zhang Xiaofan was really stunned by Zhou Yixian's sage-like appearance. It's no reason. This was the feeling he had when he first met Daoxuan.

Then, Zhou Yixian tricked him into paying the money...

Murong Ji smiled. He had known Zhou Yixian for a long time. It was his father who sponsored his son's wedding.

The Qingyun Sect was passed down from the fortune teller Qingyunzi. Although the Qingyun Sect today does not have the fortune teller's inheritance, the Qingyun disciples treat the fortune tellers with great respect and friendliness.

It is recorded in the sect record of Qingyun Sect that the ancestor of the fortune-teller lineage left Qingyun Mountain and disappeared without a trace.

After the founding of the sect by the Qingye Patriarch, a disciple once went down the mountain to travel and met someone from that lineage. He wanted to bring them back to their roots, but later nothing came of it.

No matter what, at the root, they are all members of the Qingyun Sect and should be respected.

Lu Xueqi frowned, feeling uncomfortable watching Zhang Xiaofan being cheated out of the money he earned from selling herbs. But she didn't say anything, because those herbs were originally collected by Zhang Xiaofan.

Murong Ji pulled Lu Xueqi's hand and walked towards Zhou Yixian.

As soon as he got closer, he heard Zhou Yixian say, "Little brother, your forehead is dark and your head is covered with dark clouds. It is obvious that you are unlucky. There is always a gain and a loss. You... Oh, why don't you turn back?"

Zhang Xiaofan was startled and hesitated, "But I'm going to the East this time..."

Zhou Yixian frowned slightly and advised again: "What could be more important than life? Turn back."

Murong Ji was standing aside, and was shocked when he heard this. Others didn't know what would happen in the future, but he knew.

The battle of Liupo Mountain was a turning point in the rise and fall of good and evil!

"Little brother, it is fate that we meet in the martial arts world. Let's meet again in the future."

Murong Ji came back to his senses instantly, took a few steps forward, and grabbed Zhou Yixian's arm, "Senior, long time no see."

Zhou Yixian was startled and said hastily, "You got the wrong person! You got the wrong person!"

He looked Murong Ji up and down, frowned slightly, and thought carefully: "You are... that kid from back then! Are you still alive?!"

Then he let out a long breath, thinking he had met his creditor.

Murong Ji was startled, then smiled and said, "What are you talking about, old man? Why can't I live? Let's not leave in a hurry. It's not easy to meet each other. How about we chat?"

Zhou Yixian glanced at the hand that clamped his elbow. It was a subconscious grappling technique. A sudden move could instantly turn the situation around even if the opponent was at a disadvantage.

When you practice a skill until it becomes almost an instinct, you can see it. He smiled bitterly and said, "Okay."

He led Zhou Yixian to sit at the upper seat, called the waiter to order some dishes, and then took out three coins of silver and said, "Please go buy some strings of candied haws."

Zhou Xiaohuan's eyes lit up instantly, staring straight at Murong Ji. "Big brother, you are so nice."

Murong Ji smiled and nodded, then looked at Zhou Yixian and said, "Senior, I am very limited in my knowledge, I hope you can help me solve my doubts."

Zhou Yixian understood that Murong Ji was talking about his early death. After thinking for a while, he said, "When I saw you that year, I realized that you were destined to die young. Your fate was not long after we met."

"Strange, really strange..."

Murong Ji was shocked, because that period of time happened to be when he had just come into this world.

After thinking for a while, he said, "The way of heaven is to avoid being full, and the way of man is to avoid being perfect. Who can predict the fate of the world with certainty?"

As he was talking, Murong Ji poured a cup of tea for Zhou Yixian, and then asked, "Senior, you predicted that I would die young, what about now?"

Zhou Yixian took a closer look, then glanced at his granddaughter, and then said, "Good luck to you."

Murong Ji smiled and said again: "Senior, I have a few things here that I have never seen before. I don't know their origins or uses. How about you help me to appreciate them?"

Zhou Yixian was in a good mood and looked at the things in Murong Ji's hand. He was shocked when he saw them, and took them and looked at them carefully.

"This is dragon crystal." He put a piece of broken stone on the table. "You are really lucky. You got the black blood dragon crystal. Judging from its quality, it has been smelted for ten thousand years."

Zhou Yixian glanced at Murong Ji and said, "It seems that soon, there will be another Nine Heavens Divine Weapon in the world."

"This is the Dragon Tail Stone, or the Dragon Bone Stone. It is not much worse than the Black Blood Dragon Crystal. You are really lucky."

Murong Ji ignored the looks from Lu Xueqi and Zhang Xiaofan, who were looking at him as a rich man, and continued to ask, "Senior, I heard that the Nine Yang Ruler in Fenxiang Valley is also made of this kind of thing?"

Zhou Yixian looked at the silver that Murong Ji pushed over and smiled happily. After silently putting it away, he coughed softly and said, "It can be considered the same thing."

"Rumor has it that this world was originally ruled by dragons and other strange beasts. Later, the ancestors of the human race seized the authority of heaven and earth from them, and then the human race began to dominate."

"The Red Blood Dragon Crystal and the Black Blood Dragon Crystal are both made from the blood of the dead dragons." At this point, Zhou Yixian whispered, "It is said that the Mysterious Fire Mirror is made from the most essential part of the Red Blood Dragon Crystal."

When the Mysterious Fire Mirror was mentioned, Murong Ji thought of Zhang Xiaofan. It should be on him now, right? ! !

Turning to look at Zhang Xiaofan, he saw that Zhang Xiaofan's face looked a little strange. [No wonder Zhou Yixian spoke like that.]

He was not sure whether Zhou Yixian had noticed it, so he changed the subject, "Senior, how about helping me to appreciate the magic weapon again?"

"Come on, come on, let me broaden my horizons."

Murong Ji was not worried that Zhou Yixian would cheat him. His father's favors were not given for nothing. There were always some reliable people among him.

Shanhaiyuan is backed by Qingyunmen, and with people coming and going from the south and the north, dad Murong Yunhai must have accumulated a lot of connections.

He placed his many magic weapons on the table, which left Zhou Yixian and the others stunned, and they couldn't react for a long time.

Except for Zhou Xiaohuan, at this age, she was only interested in candied haws. Zhou Yixian came back to his senses, took a deep breath, picked them up and looked at them one by one.

"Tianwen! It's a good name." Zhou Yixian looked at it for a long time, his expression a little solemn, and then said: "This sword is your main magic weapon. I suggest you use some defense."

Murong Ji was startled, "Senior, what do you mean?"

"The material of your Tianwen Sword is the God's throne of the God Clan."

Murong Ji frowned slightly, he had heard of the term 'god' a long time ago, but unfortunately, his master Tian Buyi didn't know much about it.

"Rumor has it that the God Clan split from our human race. They have a method that can store the cultivation of their ancestors and pass it on to their younger disciples for cultivation and improvement."

"When the younger disciples die, their cultivation will be stored in the divine position and passed on to future generations."

Lu Xueqi stared at the table in a daze, and suddenly said: "It's a bit like the inheritance of the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon."

"That's right. The method to nurture the Nine Heavens Divine Weapons is to escape from here. It's just that there is no way to store the cultivation."

"The methods of the gods are indeed effective, but there has never been a descendant who can match the ancestors. Over time, the throne gave birth to gods, and many variables have arisen."

Having said that, Zhou Yixian hesitated and frowned slightly, but when Murong Ji took out an ingot of silver, he instantly smiled.

Mo Mo put it into his sleeve and continued, "Everything in the world can communicate with spirits. The god's throne is made of many rare materials. After thousands of years of offerings, it has the qualifications to become a spirit or a monster."

Zhou Yixian’s meaning was very clear. The so-called gods might not necessarily be... Murong Ji looked at the Tianwen Sword, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

Suddenly I remembered the time when I was practicing the Tianwen Sword. [It seems that I should be on guard.]

Then, it was the next one. It took quite a while to look at them one by one. Zhou Yixian evaluated almost every magic weapon as a potential Nine Heavens Divine Weapon.

Zhang Xiaofan once suspected that he was fooling people. How could any magic weapon be the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon?

Fortunately, they were in a private room. If this were to get out, not only would the Demon Cult members target Murong Ji, but some people from the righteous path would also target him.

Money moves people's hearts.

After arranging rooms for Zhou Yixian and his grandson, Murong Ji and his companions also went to bed.

The next day, at night, Murong Ji and the other two went up the mountain again and landed near the Full Moon Ancient Well on their flying swords.

I looked up at the moon in the sky, it was as round as a jade plate.

Walking towards the Full Moon Ancient Well, as soon as he came out of the deep forest, Murong Ji saw a man standing beside the ancient well. The man was dressed in aqua green clothes and had a small golden bell hanging around his waist, which made a crisp sound.

Baguio!

Bi Yao put her hands on the wall of the ancient well and was about to look down.

Murong Ji's face turned pale! In a hurry, he shouted, "Biyao! Stop!"

The sound was unusually loud in the quiet night and startled them.

Bi Yao looked over with a confused look on her face. When she saw Zhang Xiaofan, her beautiful eyes lit up. Then she saw Murong Ji and frowned again, "What are you doing!"

Murong Ji hurried forward and said, "We have more people, let's take a look first, let's take a look first..."

(End of this chapter)