Chapter 246 Don’t hate me

【Tiger girls! 】

Murong Ji sighed and followed. Glancing around, the demon sect disciples seemed to have received some instructions.

It began to gradually recede.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, he still wanted to expand the results of the battle.

【fair enough. 】

Once the disciples of the Demon Sect retreated, it would be much easier to deal with the rest.

A group of people, three or four hundred, were flying over the sea with swords, and they all felt a little scared.

It's really not easy to come back alive.

Not long after, Murong Ji saw above his head that Cangsong, Tian Buyi and other righteous elders had also returned.

The next morning, we entered Changhe City facing the rising sun.

Arranging defenses and rotating guards are Qi Hao's forte.

Murong Ji sat beside Zhang Xiaofan's bed, his expression terribly gloomy.

Lin Jingyu was standing behind him.

"Brother Murong, how is Xiaofan?"

"The injury is not light. We can only nurse him back to health during this time when we return to Qingyun Sect."

Lin Jingyu looked at Zhang Xiaofan with heartache. There was always a sense of depression between his brows.

"Senior Brother Murong, when will Xiaofan wake up?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan, only to find that he had already opened his eyes.

"Xiao Fan! You're awake!"

"where is this place?"

"Changhe City."

Then the two of them fell silent and said no more.

Lin Jingyu had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to start.

Who did Zhang Xiaofan learn the Great Brahma Prajna? No one else except Monk Puzhi.

What Lin Jingyu can think of, can others not think of it?

Murong Ji sat there, looking at the two of them in silence.

From this moment on, a gap arose between the two.

"Xiao Fan, do you have anything to say to me?"

"Jingyu! Please, stop asking!"

"Xiao Fan, what are you hiding from me?"

Zhang Xiaofan opened his mouth, but finally shut it again. His stubborn look with his head down made Lin Jingyu furious!
"We are the only ones left in the village! We are a family! Why don't you tell me what's wrong with you?"

Lin Jingyu stared at him with red eyes.

"I'm sorry, Jingyu."

Lin Jingyu gasped a few times, his lips trembling slightly. He wanted to scold him, but he couldn't bear it.

Finally, he turned around and walked out the door, "Xiao Fan, don't worry, no matter what the reason is, I believe you, I, I will go to Master to ask for mercy..."

There were only two people left in the room. Murong Ji remained silent, and Zhang Xiaofan didn't know how to start or what to say.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaofan said, "Seventh Senior Brother, I..."

Murong Ji glanced at him and said, "He's been detained. The senior brother is just outside the door."

"Then you, are you here to see me too?" As he said that, Zhang Xiaofan felt around him, but found nothing.

"Seventh Senior Brother! Where's my fire stick?"

Murong Ji rolled his eyes in annoyance, "It was taken away, and you still think nothing happened to you!"

Zhang Xiaofan suddenly fell silent.

"Sorry……"

Murong Ji walked to the table and poured two glasses of water, holding one in his hand and handing the other to Zhang Xiaofan.

"Don't think about it. Didn't Monk Puzhi just pass on the Mahavairocana to you? Didn't he just give you the Bloodthirsty Pearl as well? What's the big deal?"

Zhang Xiaofan was struck by lightning and stood there in shock! His head was ringing steadily.

The secret that I had kept so long was revealed so easily by Murong Ji? ! !

An idea suddenly popped up in Zhang Xiaofan's mind, [Is there anything else that Senior Brother Seven doesn't know? ! ! ! ]

Slowly coming back to his senses, Zhang Xiaofan asked cautiously: "Seventh Senior Brother, you...you are..."

Murong Ji took a sip of water and looked down at him, his eyes revealing something difficult to understand.

"Xiao Fan, can you tell me what happened?"

Zhang Xiaofan fell silent again.

Murong Ji sighed, "Well, I won't ask anymore, but, Xiaofan."

After he finished speaking, Murong Ji's expression suddenly became serious, "Xiao Fan, what if Monk Puzhi was the one who massacred your entire village? Would you still be willing to..."

"impossible!"

Murong Ji's tone paused and he stopped talking. Zhang Xiaofan seemed to have an unusual trust in Pu Zhi.

Come to think of it, the monk Puzhi who introduced him to the Xuanmen, no matter who it was, who helped him reach the threshold of the Xuanmen, would have a special feeling for this person.

Murong Ji sighed deeply, not knowing what to say. Why would he, a complete villain, feel guilty?
Just because of my hesitation, I failed to save more than a hundred people in Cao Miao Village?

[Not really, this guilt is really groundless.] Murong Ji thought about it and decided it would be better to tell him the truth, even if... even if their relationship was broken.

"Seventh Senior Brother!"

"Xiaofan!"

Coincidentally, they both spoke at the same time.

Murong Ji sighed again and said, "Xiao Fan, on the day when Cao Miao Village was massacred, I actually..." His words were a little hot when he spoke them.

After thinking for a while, he continued, "I actually have a feeling. It's hard to explain the feeling, but I just feel that something is going to go wrong."

"It was raining that night, and I went to the village to have a look... but it was too late."

Zhang Xiaofan raised his head suddenly, his face full of shock. He came to his senses and crawled to Murong Ji's side. He pulled the corner of his mouth and said with trembling lips: "Seventh Brother..."

"Seventh Senior Brother! You saw that villain, didn't you? Did you? Tell me who it is, please, tell me who it is, please."

Murong Ji was stunned, and then there was silence.

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan gradually calm down, he said: "It was too dark, and I saw a shadow, the shadow of a monk."

Zhang Xiaofan was struck by lightning! He was offline for a moment, and then he immediately reacted, "He didn't kill anyone, right! Right!"

Zhang Xiaofan pulled at Murong Ji's clothes hopefully and kept asking questions.

Murong Ji reached out and touched his head, and said slowly: "I saw him kill someone."

"You lied to me! I don't believe it! You must be lying to me!"

Murong Ji wanted to comfort him again, but he was pushed away.

Murong Ji's hand froze, and he put it down dejectedly, "Calm down for a while."

He turned around and was about to push the door open when Zhang Xiaofan suddenly called out to him, "Seventh Senior Brother!"

Murong Ji looked back and saw Zhang Xiaofan kneeling on the bed as if he had grasped the last straw. He asked hurriedly, "Seventh Senior Brother! You taught me those things... to compensate me?!!"

Murong Ji was silent. He did have this intention, but the guilt was not enough to make him do that.

"I said, I see my former self in you, do you believe it?"

Murong Ji turned his head and looked down at the ground, as if he was looking at the ant-like self in his previous life. Looking back now, what he did at that time was so stupid.

"A tiny insect is worthy of looking up at the night sky? Xiaofan, I am just an ordinary person. I think there are people like me who can guide me on the road."

"I was powerless at the time, please don't hate me."

Walking out of the house, Murong Ji let out a long breath, as if a stone in his heart had been lifted, but he still felt a little empty in his heart.

In the next few days, Zhang Xiaofan became unusually silent.

Murong Ji was also detained. Few disciples could match his level of cultivation, so he could only be guarded by Qi Hao and Lu Xueqi.

The Righteous Alliance agreed to rest for three days to treat the wounded and search for missing disciples.

Murong Ji stretched lazily and glanced at Lu Xueqi at the door, who had just switched shifts with Qi Hao.

Murong Ji dragged a chair, opened the door, and just looked at her quietly.

Lu Xueqi ignored him and stood quietly at the door. Murong Ji also looked at her quietly.

The sky gradually darkened, and until late at night, neither of them spoke a word.

All of a sudden, Lu Xueqi said, "Why don't you just run away."

Murong Ji's drowsy eyes suddenly cleared up, "What did you say?" After waiting for a long time, there was no response.

Murong Ji scratched his head and asked, "What about you? Will you go with me?"

Lu Xueqi did not respond, as if the words just now were his illusion, more like a dream.

Early the next morning.

The righteous people began to pack up and prepare to set off. Near noon, several thousand people marched towards the Central Plains in a mighty manner.

Murong Ji stood on Qi Hao's flying sword, looking around with some boredom.

Zhang Xiaofan was led by his senior brother Song Daren, following closely behind his master Tian Buyi. Qi Hao did the same, following behind Cangsong.

When Murong Ji came to his senses, he discovered that Qi Hao had gained some distance from Cangsong without him noticing.

"Junior Brother Murong."

"Um?!"

"We have analyzed your situation and it's not a big problem."

Murong Ji narrowed his eyes slightly. He thought he was not worried about his situation. First of all, his background was clean and his parents were both Qingyun disciples.

Secondly, Daoxuan and other senior leaders will never give up on me because of the value of my own equipment.

Based on these two points, he will not be able to hold an important position in Qingyun Sect in the future.

Murong Ji didn't care about this. Song Daren was sitting firmly on the seat of the chief on Dazhu Peak, so he had no chance.

The second reason was his mother's background, she was from an aristocratic family. The third reason was that even if he and Lu Xueqi got married, they would not be able to hold an important position.

His leisurely job was already secured, so why would he care about his future?

"Okay, I understand, Brother Qi Hao. Where's Xiaofan?"

Qi Hao's tone froze, and he was silent for a moment before he said, "I don't know. This is no longer something that Master can decide. Sorry."

The two of them were really busy for a while, until Lu Xueqi came to take over...

After fifteen days, everyone finally saw the shadow of Qingyun Mountain. They quickened their pace and climbed up Qingyun Mountain.

Murong Ji and Zhang Xiaofan were detained at Dazhu Peak by their master Tian Buyi.

There was no restriction on activities, only the magic weapons were confiscated.

"Don't run around these few days. Nagato might summon you to Tongtian Peak any day."

(End of this chapter)