Chapter 247: Twenty years old? You are at least sixty!

Murong Ji nodded, and then heard Zhang Xiaofan say solemnly, "I understand... Senior Brother."

After replying, Zhang Xiaofan walked alone towards the disciples' quarters at Dazhu Peak with his head lowered, his back looking somewhat desolate.

Murong Ji retracted his gaze, looked at Song Daren, and said, "Big Brother, I'm going back too."

Song Daren was still looking at Zhang Xiaofan's back and sighed softly, "Seventh Junior Brother, please enlighten Xiaofan. He listens to you the most."

Murong Ji pursed his lips and did not respond, then turned and left. The choice that should be made has been made, and what should be done has been done.

Now, he felt that he didn't owe him anything. In fact, he never owed him anything. All he wanted was to have peace of mind.

Back in the house, Murong Ji rubbed his aching and swollen brows and focused his mind. He was thinking about the formation that trapped the Dragon Palace.

That was done by using the power of the Fulong Ding itself to trigger the killing spree in heaven and earth.

I have to say, this method is indeed clever.

[What if the Zhu Xian Sword Formation is activated in this way? ]

After thinking about it, it should be possible, but the power of the formation is definitely not as strong as it was on Qingyun Mountain.

After writing down his thoughts, Murong Ji leaned back in his chair and thought quietly.

With the example of the black-hearted old man, he gathered the evil energy from heaven and earth and used blood as the medium to form beads. Perhaps he could also gather the evil energy from heaven and earth or spiritual energy and form a sword.

Then use the seven swords to replace the spiritual energy and evil spirit accumulated on the seven peaks of Qingyun...

Up to now, he just had this idea and did not have the ability to do it.

When he thought of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, he thought of Bi Yao.

He couldn't help but have a headache again. In his first life, his infatuation with Bi Yao was deeply rooted in his heart. He was deeply impressed by her, whether it was Lu Xueqi, Bi Yao, or even Zhang Xiaofan.

They all made him unforgettable.

That feeling of regret and heartache was now aching in his heart, constantly provoking his nerves and emotions.

[I advise you to give up Lu Xueqi and stay away from her. ]

Murong Ji was startled. The King Kong Bracelet rarely told him about it. He frowned slightly. He was really interested in Lu Xueqi. Such a woman was rare and even more precious.

Greed made him not want to let go.

【Love tribulation.】

Murong Ji was silent for a moment. Love tribulation? He still had love tribulation? Didn't he already have his love tribulation with Meng Yuan (Queen Meng)?

Then where did his love come from? ! !
He said lightly, "I know my limits." Then he shook his head and ignored it.

He collected his thoughts and began to speculate on the function and principle of the Hehuan Bell.

The moonlight is slightly cold.

It was reflected on the tabletop and also on Lu Xueqi's cold face.

Lu Xueqi sat at the table in a daze, looking at the ring on the table, which Murong Ji named "Phoenix Ring".

There was a piece of paper under the ring.

How could she not understand Murong Ji's thoughts? However, she couldn't be sure what she was thinking. She was afraid and pleading.

He fell into Murong Ji's trap step by step and willingly, unable to break free.

After a long time, Lu Xueqi sighed and murmured to herself, "Haven't you made up your mind a long time ago? You decided to go find him that night, and that was it."

Pull out the paper and it says:
I have already pleased your heart, and you have also pleased my face. How can I express my diligence? I have just given you a pair of rings.

Suddenly, Lu Xueqi curled the corners of her mouth, gently picked up the phoenix ring on the table, and put it on her finger.

Facing the moonlight, she looked at the Phoenix Ring carefully.

Time flies and three days pass.

"It has been three days since I returned to Qingyun Mountain." Murong Ji looked a little haggard. During the past three days, he had been studying carefully without sleep.

Some things were roughly analyzed.

He stood up, circulated his Qi, and the fatigue instantly disappeared.

Looking up, he saw Master Tian Buyi walking into Zhang Xiaofan's room. Murong Ji pondered for a moment, and he was a little curious, now that he had intervened, what choice would Zhang Xiaofan make?

He also analyzed Zhang Xiaofan's situation. Although he practiced the skills of two sects, no matter how serious the difference between the sects was, he would be fine.

After all, it was in the Qingyun Sect. As long as he made sure that Zhang Xiaofan was not a spy sent by him, it really didn't matter whether the Great Brahma Prajna of the Tianyin Temple was leaked or not.

Anyway, it is Qingyun who benefits, as for other sects, it is not important.

But Zhang Xiaofan chose the stupidest path and got involved with the Demon Cult.

If Bi Yao hadn't gotten involved, the worst outcome for Zhang Xiaofan would have been to have one of his cultivation abilities abolished, and he would have been sent to Tianyin Temple or put into cold storage in Qingyun Sect.

Among these choices, Zhang Xiaofan chose the worst one and followed Bi Yao.

Daoxuan really couldn't bear it any longer. He mastered the skills of two sects. It would be the stupidest thing to do to let him go down the mountain like this.

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead. These were just his guesses and could not be counted. No matter what, it was Zhang Xiaofan's own choice.

"master!"

"Xiao Fan! I'm asking you one last time, are you really an undercover agent sent by someone else?!"

"Master, I'm not. I haven't done anything to let you down or to our sect." Murong Ji came back to his senses and looked at the back of his master Tian Buyi, who gradually disappeared around the corner. He pursed his lips and said, "It seems that I'm really fine. Master didn't even look at me."

Then he pondered for a moment and decided to make plans for himself.

Walk out of the room and head towards the back mountain.

After looking around, he didn't see Bi Yao and was speechless. He remembered that Bi Yao had a secret meeting with Zhang Xiaofan in the back mountain of Dazhu Peak.

【Hasn’t he come yet? ! ! 】

Murong Ji hid in the bamboo forest. When he spread out his palm, a handful of silver needles appeared in his palm. These things were all magic weapons that he had specially refined over the past three days.

Thirteen needles in the gate of hell.

He had learned this acupuncture technique in his previous life, and it was recorded in great detail in "Traditional Chinese Medicine: Acupuncture".

It can be said to be a magical skill.

The person who invented this acupuncture method had an understanding of the human body's acupuncture points that was ahead of his time. Unfortunately, due to the limitations of the Dharma Ending Age, this acupuncture method could never exert its maximum power.

Now that Murong Ji has entered the ranks of spiritual practice, he wants to try out the effects of using true Qi to stimulate acupuncture.

Murong Ji watched Zhang Xiaofan slowly walking down the mountain and put away the silver needle.

At this moment, he was no longer helping Zhang Xiaofan out of impermanence, he also had selfish motives. He didn't want to miss out on magical weapons of this level, such as the Hehuan Bell and the Fulong Ding.

Researching earlier will help you make smoother progress in refining equipment.

And Biyao is a very good breakthrough point, [killing three birds with one stone, good for me and you. 】

Murong Ji stretched lazily and looked at a girl walking out from the depths of the bamboo forest with a bit of tenderness, gentleness and shyness.

Baguio.

At this time, Biyao was still wearing a water-green fairy dress, which contrasted beautifully with the emerald green leaves on Dazhu Peak.

"It's okay. No one will come now. Just keep me company and talk."

As soon as Bi Yao finished speaking, Murong Ji walked out of the bamboo forest with a gloomy face.

Looking at Bi Yao's dazed expression, she probably didn't expect that someone would actually catch them red-handed.

Zhang Xiaofan panicked and reached out to push Bi Yao, signaling her to run. He knew Seventh Senior Brother best and knew that his strength was unfathomable and much stronger than his peers.

"Seventh Senior Brother, I..."

"Xiao Fan! Come with me! Come down the mountain with me. If you don't want to join my holy sect and become an enemy of our master, then we won't join. Let's find a place where there is no one..."

Murong Ji rubbed his swollen forehead. It was really a headache. Who wouldn't fall for this Bi Yao? Sweet talk? In this world, words spoken out loud are not spoken casually.

Who knows, it might come true.

"You two, please respect me. I am a living person standing in front of you, do you think I don't exist?"

"Seventh Senior Brother, I...I..."

Murong Ji glanced at him, and finally fixed his gaze on Bi Yao. His eyes gradually became sharper, and he asked, "Did you sneak out by yourself?"

Bi Yao's tone stagnated, and she was a little short of breath, "So what! I have been practicing Taoism for twenty years, so I may not be afraid of you!"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. This was a bit wrong. A hundred years ago, there was a great battle between good and evil, and then Wan Jianyi and the other five people went deep into the Demon Sect.

Then he went to Tianyin Temple to gather righteous people to fight against demons, which killed Bi Yao's grandmother and mother.

Even though the righteous path is still in the initial stage of exploration and understanding of the Western regions, a few decades will be enough to find out the geographical location.

Based on this speculation, Biyao must have been born before the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition sixty years ago.

It shouldn't have happened twenty years ago. Perhaps she was about the same age as Qi Hao.

"Twenty years old?!!"

Bi Yao felt a little guilty. She glanced at Zhang Xiaofan vaguely, and when she saw that he wasn't paying attention, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I am only 20 years old!" After saying that, she regretted it. Wouldn't it be better to change the subject? Why did her brain suddenly go haywire?

"An old girl, that is. You must be at least sixty!"

"You're... talking nonsense!" Bi Yao's face turned pale. She turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan and saw that he was looking at her with wide eyes and a dull expression.

I felt a sudden panic in my heart and was about to explain when a flower appeared in front of me.

"Seventh Senior Brother!"

Murong Ji ignored him, rushed towards Bi Yao, and instantly subdued her with the Tianshan Zhemei Hand.

Only then did Bi Yao come back to her senses and glared at Murong Ji fiercely, "Despicable villain! You deliberately disturbed my mind! If you dare, let's fight fairly!"

Murong Ji sneered: "Are you sick or am I sick?!"

A fair fight? That's nonsense. No matter how limited Bi Yao's appearance is, she is still at the eighth level of Yuqing. With the Ghost King Wanwanwang personally teaching her, how could she be any worse?
At this moment, I took advantage of her panic and seized the opportunity. If I let her go, it would be difficult to catch her.

"Seventh Senior Brother, please let her go. I beg you."

No one knew better than Zhang Xiaofan how terrifying and unfathomable the strength of the man in front of him was.

The stick techniques he taught himself could deal with most opponents.

(End of this chapter)