Chapter 248 Who Knocked on My Window?

Even though he had no combat experience, he was able to remain calm and organized.

Facing Lu Xueqi, he was not afraid, and even had the confidence to defeat her with what he had learned.

Even Qi Hao wanted to fight him.

Only when facing Murong Ji would he feel powerless.

"Pfft."

Zhang Xiaofan knelt on the ground and kowtowed. "Seventh Senior Brother..."

Bi Yao was furious, "Zhang Xiaofan! Get up!"

Murong Ji grabbed Bi Yao's throat, making her unable to speak.

Then he said, "When you come down the mountain, treat Zhou Yixian better. That old man is a master who hides his true abilities."

"Not to mention his profound knowledge, his experience alone is enough for you to respect him."

Murong Ji said this to Zhang Xiaofan, but he didn't know if he understood it or not.

Murong Ji released Bi Yao's throat and took out a silver needle. He pinched the needle off, leaving only half an inch long.

A needle was inserted into Biyao's philtrum.

"Seventh Brother! What are you going to do!" Zhang Xiaofan pounced and rushed over, transforming his stick techniques into fist techniques and punching him.

Murong Ji kicked him out with a flying kick, looking at him gloomily, "Use what I taught you to deal with me! Zhang Xiaofan! You did a good job!"

"No... yes, Brother Seven, please spare her life!"

Murong Ji ignored him and continued to insert the needle. The second needle was inserted into Shaoshang acupoint, Yinbai, Lingliang, Shenmai, Fengfu...

There is also a rhyme for the Thirteen Ghost Needles:

One needle in the philtrum will settle the [ghost palace];

The second needle [Gui Xin] is Shao Shang;
Three needles [ghostly] Yinbai "hidden";

The fourth needle, Daling, is [ghost heart];

Five needles ghost path 'Yan' [Shenmai];

Six Needle Fengfu [Ghost Pillow] "Up";

Seven needle cheek car 'lying' [ghost bed];

Eight needles Chengjiang [ghost market] 'wandering';

The Nine Needles [Ghost Cave] is in Laogong;
Ten needles on the star [ghost hall] 'talk';

Eleven, the bottom of the sea [the ghost hides];

Twelve [ghost legs] 'kick' Quchi;

Thirteen Yongquan [Ghost Seal] on.

Murong Ji silently recited the rhyme in his mind, his technique was skillful and quick, and with the last needle, he pierced the center of the bottom of Biyao's tongue.

Suddenly, a special acupuncture point array was formed on Bi Yao's body. He could feel Bi Yao's true energy connecting each part one by one.

The magic needle tip that pierced into her body slowly formed a special formation.

[This is another special way of practicing.] Murong Ji lowered his eyes slightly and let her go.

Bi Yao's face flushed red, not caring about her weak body. The sad flower in her hand instantly lit up, and without saying a word, she threw it at Murong Ji.

"You lecher! Die!"

Murong Ji then realized that some of the acupoints of the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles were indeed a bit... embarrassing.

He frowned slightly, not paying attention to anything, used the Palm of Great Compassion to block the Sad Flower, and with a flash of his body, he went straight to Bi Yao.

Before she could react, the Hehuan Bell on her waist had already fallen into Murong Ji's hands.

"give me back!"

Just as she was about to step forward, Zhang Xiaofan quickly grabbed her and said, "Stop fighting, and get down the mountain quickly. You are no match for Brother Seven."

Murong Ji ignored the two of them and carefully pondered the Hehuan Bell in his hand. This thing was one of the few magic weapons that could hit the Zhuxian Sword without breaking, so its quality was naturally impeccable.

After recording the weapon pattern, he thought carefully for a while and said slowly: "Nine underworld spirits, gods and demons in the heavens. I offer my blood and body as a sacrifice. For three lives and seven lifetimes, I will be condemned to hell forever. Just for love, I will never regret it even if I die."

"Infatuation Curse..."

This mantra is not complete. The following mantras involve secret techniques. Bi Yao probably did not let Zhang Xiaofan see it.

He frowned slightly, thinking that it was not going to be a good deal. He put down the Hehuan Bell and turned to look at Bi Yao and Zhang Xiaofan.

They looked at Murong Ji with a dazed look on their faces.

"Seventh, Seventh Brother, you were also in the Bleeding Cave that day?!"

Murong Ji lowered his eyelids slightly, "If he's not here, why would I go there?" Then he turned to look at Bi Yao and said, "Give me all the formulas of the Love Spell, and I'll help you solve your physical problems, how about that?"

Bi Yao's expression froze, and she was about to step forward, but was held back by Zhang Xiaofan. She asked in frustration, "What can you do? This is human nature, and even my father can't do anything about it!"

Murong Ji smiled and said, "Your mother is a nine-tailed celestial fox. You have both human and demon blood. You have human spirit, but your cultivation is restricted by the demon race's 'dullness'."

[This Biyao's cultivation qualities are no worse than Lu Xueqi's. If she hadn't been restricted by her 'fate', she would have reached the fifth level by now! ]

"You are lacking in 'life'. Although you have a long life, your cultivation is difficult to advance. As a result, you have been 70 or 80 years old..."

"Twenty years!" Murong Ji was a little speechless. Is this the point? Should you focus on solving your own problems? "Okay, okay, twenty years, that's twenty years."

He rubbed his forehead, too lazy to continue, and asked directly: "Just tell me if it's OK or not. If it's not OK, I'll call for help."

Biyao: “…”

Seeing Bi Yao's silence, he knew that she was weighing the pros and cons. Murong Ji was in no hurry. It was not until now that he knew why Wan Ren Wang cared so much about Zhang Xiaofan.

Although Zhang Xiaofan seems to be dull, he is actually a talented person who can shoulder great responsibilities. He possesses rare treasures of the Demon Sect and is liked by Bi Yao.

The most important one is Bi Yao. Bi Yao's cultivation level will increase very slowly, and her life span is also longer than that of ordinary cultivators.

Before Bi Yao reached the Shangqing realm, it was perfect for her to have Zhang Xiaofan as her son-in-law.

"Okay! You have to keep your word! If you try to trick me, I will definitely..."

Murong Ji took out a piece of paper, wrote a passage, and threw it over. Biyao's meridians are different from those of normal people, but her main acupuncture points are still the same as those of humans.

"Whether it works or not, try it yourself."

Bi Yao looked at Murong Ji with a serious face. He was so straightforward. She always felt that Murong Ji was unreliable.

Controlling the true Qi to flow slowly, Bi Yao's eyes lit up.

Without saying anything more, he simply wrote down the entire mantra of the love spell and handed it over.

Murong Ji looked at the subsequent formulas with a solemn expression.

The purpose of mnemonics is to facilitate memorization. If they simply describe the direction of acupoints or some techniques, it would be very boring.

During necessary times, such as at the moment of life and death, everyone's mind will go blank.

Especially some powerful moves and sword techniques, the meridians they pass through are complex and changeable.

Some catchy formulas will immediately remind people of the subsequent series of meridian directions, techniques and so on.

Otherwise, who would be so immature as to be afraid that the enemy doesn't know what move they will use next during a fight?

As for this love spell, Murong Ji looked at the subsequent formulas and realized that it was a move that used the whole body's true energy and blood, and even one's own soul, to mobilize the spiritual energy and evil spirits of heaven and earth as much as possible to launch.

Murong Ji frowned slightly. This method was very extreme.

[Any move that exceeds one's own ability will result in an extremely painful price. It's a blessing that Bi Yao didn't die immediately.]

He collected his thoughts and looked at Bi Yao. It would be wishful thinking for Bi Yao to cast the love spell again at this moment.

Under the blockade of the Thirteen Ghost Needles, it was a luxury for her to be able to exert the limit of her own strength.

Suddenly, he wanted to try the method of trapping the Dragon Gate set up by the Ghost King Wanren, and use the energy of the Hehuan Bell to mobilize the murderous aura of Qingyun Mountain?

According to the patterns he had imagined these days, he quickly carved a series of patterns and array patterns inside the Hehuan Bell.

Then he threw the Hehuan Bell back.

"You guys have to be careful when you meet here in private. Just because I'm easy to talk to doesn't mean others can tolerate any sand in their eyes."

Murong Ji walked down the mountain and continued, "Biyao, you owe me a favor!"

After leaving the back mountain, Murong Ji gradually stopped smiling. He was doing an experiment. If his guess was correct, it would be a technical breakthrough.

If you have the chance to touch the formation pattern of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, you can research and develop a Zhu Xian Sword Formation of your own.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly, the road ahead is long and difficult.

Return to the yard.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a person sitting at the desk, Lu Xueqi.

She was reading what Murong Ji wrote very carefully, but she didn't know if she could understand it.

Hearing the door open, Lu Xueqi turned around and looked over. She still had that cold face without any extra expression, but there was joy in her eyes.

Murong Ji didn't know why, but these words suddenly popped up in his mind: I will wait for you to come back.

Suppressing his emotions, Murong Ji turned around and closed the door.

They walked to the table and sat down, and there was no more words for a while.

The room was very quiet. There was no need to say much. Just sit there quietly.

After a long time, Lu Xueqi looked at the sky outside and suddenly said, "It's getting late."

Murong Ji suddenly came to his senses and realized that she was leaving.

He nodded and said nothing more, watching Lu Xueqi fly away from Dazhu Peak on her sword.

the other side,
Tian Buyi stood on the platform in the backyard of Shoujing Hall, frowning as he watched the white-clothed figure flying across the moon with a sword.

It was not until the figure disappeared that Tian Buyi finally uttered, "Outrageous!"

Su Ru chuckled, glanced at Tian Buyi with a somewhat annoyed smile, sat down in front of the tea table, picked up the cup, and sniffed the tea carefully.

Tian Buyi was a little discouraged. Facing Su Ru, he couldn't lose his temper. He turned around and asked, "What are you laughing at? Am I wrong?"

"Who was it that stayed up late at night, climbed up Xiaozhu Peak and knocked on my window? You are so shameless! Now that it's a woman, it's outrageous."

Tian Buyi blushed, coughed softly, sat down on the chair, picked up the teacup, and glanced at the location of the Huanyue Cave.

This Shoujing Hall was cleverly built, relying on the terrain and the cover of the bamboo forest. It is difficult to find the Shoujing Hall when standing in front of the entrance of Huanyue Cave.

But here on the platform of Shoujing Hall, you can see the surrounding area of ​​Huanyue Cave clearly.

(End of this chapter)