Chapter 259 If you don't like it, I'll find a few more
"That Su Ru is not a good person either. My disciple has a grudge against Murong Ji, so it's fine that he is targeting her. But why did Su Ru also target the elders of my Changsheng Hall and kill them..."

In this battle, nine out of ten elders of his Changsheng Hall were killed! Even his disciples were killed, and he became the weakest among the four major sects.

As he was speaking, the wound on his broken right arm burst open. Due to the severe injury and heartbreak, he could not hold on for a moment and fainted.

He gnashed his teeth and said, "Murong Ji..."

……

Murong Ji sneezed, "Did you catch a cold?" It was time to take some medicine for himself.

He withdrew his gaze and fell on the figure by the window. In the moonlight, it seemed as if a layer of silver frost was sprinkled on her body.

Lu Xueqi's lips curled up slightly, her eyes full of smiles. She stared blankly at the waves of the bamboo sea outside the window, and picked up some fruits and snacks beside her. She looked very comfortable.

Murong Ji sighed softly. Who said Lu Xueqi was aloof? ! ! She wasn't aloof at all after getting to know her.

Suddenly, Lu Xueqi turned around and asked, "That Bi Yao has the same level of cultivation as us, why can you capture her so easily? But I can't?"

Murong Ji pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled. Of course, it was because of his combat experience. "Guess..."

Lu Xueqi rolled her eyes, not wanting to pay attention to him, and turned around to continue looking at the waves in the bamboo sea.

"When I get better, I'll practice with you."

"it is good."

Ghost King Sect.

Zhang Xiaofan stumbled out of the stone house and walked in the corridor. As if guided by something, he came to the half-open stone door.

Then a voice came out from inside, "Mr. Ghost, you are a rare person in the world. Please, for the sake of the Holy Mother..."

“Ah…” He sighed, “It’s not that I didn’t try my best, but there’s nothing I can do about this vicious blood curse…”

"But……"

"I dare not use that acupuncture method rashly. The person who studied this acupuncture method must be a genius! All thirteen needles were inserted into the fatal points of the person, locking Miss Bi Yao's life. It is really... unbelievable."

"I don't understand the technique of using the fatal points as a formation at all. There has never been a similar record in history... I really don't know where to start."

Zhang Xiaofan slumped down on the ground, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably. He wanted to speak, but his sobs broke.

"Master, Senior Brother, Seventh Master, Seventh Senior Brother..."

The noise outside the door startled the three people in the room. They hurried out and saw Zhang Xiaofan slumped on the ground. They felt endless sadness in their hearts.

"Brother, that acupuncture technique was taught to me by my seventh brother Murong Ji. I will go and ask him for help. Yes, yes, yes, I will go and ask him for help. He must have a way, he must have a way..."

Zhang Xiaofan got up and ran outside in a hurry, but he fainted after running a few steps.

Qinglong glanced at Zhang Xiaofan in Youji's arms and sighed, "I will go and report to the Sect Master."

Qinglong hurriedly walked into the dark stone room, and when he stood at the door, he felt that it was dead silent. He sighed and said, "Sect Master, Zhang Xiaofan said that the thirteen needles were injected by Murong Ji."

After thinking for a while, he continued, "Miss Bi Yao finally interrupted the Love Spell, used Kun Long Que to fight against Zhu Xian Sword, and then used Dou Zhuan Xing Yi to relieve the force. It was very strange."

"However, Murong Ji has only used the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi technique. Mr. Gui said that Miss Bi Yao's vitality was locked by the needle technique. Although the loss is not small, after the needle technique is released, perhaps..."

Ten thousand people let out a long breath, feeling much better in their hearts. "Qingyun Sect is really a place of outstanding people and talents. All kinds of geniuses can emerge..."

"I'll find an opportunity and personally invite him down the mountain..."

A few months later, Murong Ji was able to walk again, and the master gathered everyone in the Shoujing Hall.

This was the first time that the disciples of Dazhu Peak had gathered together since the great war between good and evil.

Murong Ji glanced at his fellow brothers, and finally his gaze fell on the little junior sister Tian Ling'er. His eyes were red, obviously he had just cried.

After the master's wife arrived, Tian Buyi spoke up, "Have you heard about what happened these days?"

Murong Ji was stunned. What happened?
"Lao Qi."

"Master! Disciple is here."

"Your injuries are almost healed, so go to Tongtian Peak to look after Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu."

Murong Ji was shocked and looked up suddenly. What was going on?

Tian Buyi looked helpless, "Cangsong has rebelled against Qingyun Mountain. We must quickly investigate what other tricks he has, otherwise the defense of Qingyun will be useless in the future!"

Murong Ji heaved a sigh of relief, "Yes."

Tian Buyi sighed, "Xiao Fan..." He didn't finish his words, but there was a silence for a long time before he said, "I never expelled Xiao Fan from the sect, he is still your junior brother."

"You guys, take turns cleaning Xiaofan's room..."

"Yes!"

They shouted in unison, their voices getting louder. Murong Ji glanced at his fellow brothers, only to see that his sixth brother was giving him a look. He pulled the corner of his mouth, turned his head, and looked straight ahead.

Tian Buyi talked about a lot of things, all of which were about post-war adjustments, but Murong Ji didn't care about them and was just thinking about his own things.

"Lao Qi."

Tian Buyi shouted, but did not see Murong Ji respond. He looked up and his face instantly darkened.

Du Bishu quickly tugged at his clothes, and Murong Ji finally came back to his senses.

"Master, master."

"Hmph!" Tian Buyi tried hard not to lose his temper, and then said: "You have made great contributions in this battle between good and evil. The head brother will reward you by going to the Sutra Pavilion of Tongtian Peak to learn some magic."

Murong Ji was stunned. A Sutra Library? Qingyun Sect also has that thing? ! ! "Ahem, Master, I want to learn the Divine Sword and Thunder God Technique."

"Okay, when your injury is healed, I will teach you personally."

Tian Buyi changed the subject and said, "In addition, we have confiscated a lot of magic weapons from the Demon Sect this time. Some of them are of good quality. Unfortunately, they are all blood-refined items and cannot be used. You can deal with them."

Murong Ji was startled. That was a lot of people. Just as he was about to complain, Tian Buyi continued, "It's a lot of people. You can't handle it alone. I found two people to help you."

Murong Ji was stunned again. Was he asked to take a disciple?
After leaving Shoujing Hall, Murong Ji was still a little dazed.

Early the next morning, Murong Ji flew to Tongtian Peak on his sword. Now there was a shortage of manpower, so the job of guarding Cangsong's direct disciples fell on himself, the injured.

When Chang Jian led him into the disciple courtyard, he saw Qi Hao instructing Lin Jingyu in his practice.

Murong Ji glanced around and looked at the dozen or so disciples from Longshou Peak who had gathered around him. He curled the corners of his mouth. Where was the high-spirited spirit of the disciples from Longshou Peak in these people?
There was a look of decadence and confusion, and a deep sense of vigilance flashing in his eyes.

He just couldn't understand why they gathered all the disciples of Cangsong together? Aren't they afraid that they would cause trouble?

"Junior Brother Murong, you're here." Qi Hao came forward and shook Murong Ji's hand warmly.

Lin Jingyu stood behind Murong Ji and wanted to say something, but then closed his mouth, snorted coldly, and turned his head away.

[What a tsundere!] Murong Ji cursed inwardly and glanced at the crowd that had gathered around him. There were more than a dozen people. "Are they all the direct disciples of Master Cangsong?"

When Qi Hao heard the word Cangsong, his face froze, then he immediately recovered his expression, "Yes, Master, Cangsong has fourteen disciples in total, I..."

Murong Ji looked at Qi Hao's fake smile and understood how much pressure he was under. He slowly exhaled and asked, "Senior Brother Qi, you..."

Qi Hao smiled bitterly. Qingyun Sect suffered a great loss. Tongtian Peak almost became a channel for fellow disciples to vent their anger. After all, it was Cangsong who stabbed them in the back...

These fourteen direct descendants became the main outlet for their fellow disciples of Qingyun Sect.

Murong Ji did not ask any more questions and sighed softly, "Did they say when the public trial will be held?"

Qi Hao shook his head. He really didn't feel like talking to Murong Ji. Murong Ji patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Isn't it embarrassing for me to take care of the fourteen of you by myself?"

After taking a quick look, he asked, "Brother Qi, where do I live?"

Qi Hao finally reacted and made way for me. "Come on, Junior Brother Murong, you should live next to me."

In the afternoon, Chang Jian brought over two children aged eight or nine.

Murong Ji looked the two children up and down. They were handsome and smart. Needless to say, they were the "house children" of Qingyun Sect.

Without further ado, Murong Ji asked directly: "Brother Chang Jian, whose children are these two?"

Chang Jian smiled and said, "This child is called Chang Qingfeng, and he is the son of Senior Brother Chang from Luoxia Peak."

Murong Ji was startled. When he heard the surname Chang, which was rare, he looked at Chang Jian with suspicion. Without waiting for Murong Ji to ask.

Chang Jian blushed and said, "Senior Brother Chang and I are both orphans. We were brought back to the mountain by Elder Chang De, so we took his last name Chang."

Murong Ji understood and didn't ask any more questions. His eyes then fell on another little girl.

After taking a quick glance, he was startled. The little girl's lively eyes were very rare, but her aptitude was not very good.

"This is the orphan that Elder Changde brought back from the foot of the mountain. He was originally going to be sent to Xiaozhu Peak..."

Chang Jian didn't say the rest, but Murong Ji understood what he meant. It was just a question of qualifications. He couldn't meet the requirements of Xiaozhu Peak. Uncle Shuiyue was not a man who was easy to talk to.

Murong Ji glanced at Qi Hao who was sitting aside drinking tea. Ever since Chang Jian entered the room, he treated himself as a transparent person.

Murong Ji felt that there must be a lot of twists and turns in sending these two children to him, and Qi Hao was the person who understood it best.

After thinking about it, Murong Ji decided to give up. He thought for a while and then said, "Brother Chang Jian, I am still a disciple myself. How can I be qualified to accept a disciple?"

Chang Jian was startled, his expression gradually becoming serious, "Junior Brother Murong, are these two children not pleasing to your eyes? I'll go find a few more..."

As he was about to walk out, Murong Ji quickly stopped him, "Brother, you misunderstood. I, I am afraid of misleading the students."

(End of this chapter)