Chapter 274 Where did he lie?

The black blood dragon crystal and the large piece of dragon bone stone in his hand were of little use.

Tian Buyi looked at the Kanglong Mace on the table. It was pitch black, but he couldn't let it go. "This Kanglong Mace is specially used to break other people's magic weapons. Its power is unpredictable, but it is the easiest to nurture."

"I think the material has an extraordinary origin and has been nurtured for thousands of years."

Murong Ji murmured, "That's right. It has been polished by the Black Water Mystic Snake for thousands of years, and it has become patinated."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tian Buyi's face turned dark, he glared at Murong Ji and stopped talking.

Looking at his two disciples, one chose Mo Mei and the other chose Kang Long Mace. Wow, the Mo Xue Sword, which is as famous as the Tian Ya Sword, is going to be shelved again.

Tian Buyi was not angry. Magical weapons require fate and being handy. They can assist in cultivation and are even related to personality.

Mo Xuejian has been famous for a long time and it is not easy to match him. If you force it, he will be inferior.

After leaving Shoujing Hall, Murong Ji glanced at the two little ones following behind him, or rather, they could not be called two little ones.

Twelve or thirteen is still relatively young. Zhang Xiaofan was only ten years old when he went up the mountain.

Murong Ji stretched lazily and asked, "Have you mastered the moves I taught you these days?"
"I've mastered it, Master." X2
Murong Ji returned to the yard and began to correct their postures. The mace technique is different from the sword technique. Chang Qingfeng's moves are more inclined towards sword technique, and they need to be corrected bit by bit.

As for Chang Qingqing, it was much simpler. She mixed the ruler technique learned from Li Xun with the sword technique, and it was easy to form her own style.

"You know what, the ruler method of Fenxiang Valley is very good."

Seeing the two sweating profusely but still insisting on practicing, Murong Ji lay back and said, "Being my apprentice is very painful."

"You need to hone your moves over and over again, develop your instincts, develop your feelings, and develop your fighting spirit." Murong Ji picked up the teacup and continued to chatter.

It seems that those who have become masters all like to talk a lot and say more in order to make them understand as much as possible.

"When you can subconsciously defend against the opponent's attacks and spells without thinking, you will be considered successful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji sat up abruptly, his eyes fixed on the direction of the kitchen.

The clouds in the mountains are soft and ethereal, like strands of white ribbons, vague and illusory.

"despair"

There were soft footsteps, but I looked around but there was no one in sight.

After a long time, a figure was seen sitting in the room next to the room where Murong Ji originally lived.

Not long after, Dahuang and Xiaohui rushed into the house.

"Da Huang, are you all right?"

"You are the only ones who still treat me the same as before."

The sound was vague and ethereal, as if it had never existed at all.

Zhang Xiaofan touched the table and found that there was indeed not a trace of dust. He sighed lightly, and suddenly disappeared with Xiao Hui and Da Huang.

When it appeared again, it was on the back mountain of Dazhu Peak.

"Zhang Xiaofan, if you want to die, you don't have to take me with you! This is Qingyun Sect. Once we are discovered, then..."

"Wang!"

Da Huang bit the wild dog Taoist, "Let go! You damn dog! Ouch! That's a human leg, not a chicken leg..."

He was really angry and raised the magic weapon in his hand to smash it. In an instant, his back felt cold and he had a feeling that he would be the first to die before he made a move.

"If you want to live, stop it, or you will bear the consequences."

Zhang Xiaofan's voice sounded faintly, and the Wild Dog Taoist paused, but he did not dare to attack again. He could only pry the dog's mouth open and compete with Dahuang in speed to escape.

Zhang Xiaofan flashed and took Xiao Hui down the mountain.

At the former site of Cao Miao Village, Zhang Xiaofan stood at the entrance of the village, silent.

"Your terrifying murderous intent just now made me break into a cold sweat."

Zhang Xiaofan said calmly: "It's not me, it's my senior brother."

The Wild Dog Taoist felt a chill down his spine, and his body trembled unconsciously, "Let's go quickly."

Three days later, Xiao Yicai brought the core disciples of Qingyun Sect down the mountain.

Murong Ji looked back at Qingyun Mountain and let out a breath.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Murong Ji touched Chang Qingqing's little head and said, "It's nothing. Go and follow your master's wife. If your master's wife is not here, follow Uncle Wenmin. Don't fall behind, understand."

"Well, disciple understands."

Afterwards, Murong Ji glanced at Chang Qingfeng. Ever since he came down the mountain, this kid has been acting like a little adult. He doesn't allow others to treat him as a child. In short, he is just trying to save face and suffer in vain.

"Well, let him be."

The disciples who came down the mountain this time were almost all direct descendants of the various peaks, and they also brought some elite disciples with them. It seemed that the master of the sect wanted to hone in on the way these young people handled things.

After all, they will be working with Xiao Yicai in the future.

Come to your senses and continue on your journey with peace of mind.

There are two dangerous places in the West. One is the wilderness in the northwest, which is desolate and has always been a gathering place for evil cults.

The other place is the big swamp in the southwest, which is an endless miasma swamp.

Murong Ji saw the colorful rays of light rising into the sky from a distance. He raised his eyebrows slightly. Was that the life force that was leaking out? Why did he suddenly feel a little distressed?
After thinking for a while, Murong Ji stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother Xiao, I will act alone."

Murong Ji's words made Xiao Yicai jump. This operation was not just about carrying out a mission, but more of a test for them, and there was no room for any mistakes.

Any death or injury among them would be a huge loss.

Xiao Yicai saw that Murong Ji was not joking, his face darkened, and he whispered: "Brother Murong, do you know that we are just..."

Murong Ji grasped his hand and said, "I know, Senior Brother Xiao, don't worry, I have the ability to protect myself. Besides, if someone goes to explore the way, we can also avoid entering the encirclement of the Demon Cult."

Xiao Yicai thought about it carefully. He did not dare to make a decision easily because it involved the future rise and fall of Dao Qingyun Sect and his own future.

"Brother Xiao, I was here two years ago."

As he spoke, he handed Xiao Yicai a compass and told him a lot of situations and precautions.

Near midnight, Murong Ji crawled out of the tent and quietly disappeared into the mist of the swamp.

Without any hesitation, Murong Ji went straight to the treasure house of Changshengtang. After two years of raising it, it was time to harvest it.

Murong Ji looked at the security around him and decided to use his escape technique if he didn't want to alert the enemy.

After entering the treasure house of Changshengtang, Murong Ji let out a breath, took a quick glance and thought to himself, wow, this is really a good guy.

The resources accumulated by Changshengtang at this time have more than increased several times. It seems that they are planning to recruit a large number of disciples after this time.

Murong Ji quietly opened a box, which was full of various poisonous medicinal herbs, which had been collected not long ago.

【It's mine! 】

Without saying a word, he emptied the treasury of Changsheng Hall.

As dawn approached, Murong Ji walked into a village covered in mud.

"Wow! Hi! Ha!"

From a distance, I saw someone at the entrance of the village waving torches and shouting loudly.

Murong Ji was somewhat speechless. Was he trying to scare him? Did he think he was a creature in the Death Swamp?
Murong Ji said directly: "Uncle! I am a human!"

The man waving the torch was suddenly startled and stunned for a while before asking, "How did you get into this state?!"

"The fog was so thick that I didn't pay attention to the road and fell into the mud."

"Hey, I thought another monster had crawled out."

Murong Ji walked closer, clasped his fists and saluted, "Uncle, can you let me wash it? The stench is too strong."

"Come with me."

After Murong Ji finished washing up, he let his wet hair fall behind him. After changing into clean clothes, he let out a long sigh.

"You look pretty good, are you an immortal?"

Murong Ji glanced at the uncle carrying the wooden barrel and said with a smile: "The Qingyun Sect's people really made the uncle laugh."

The middle-aged man visibly exhaled.

After a few words, an old man and a young boy walked out of the house.

Murong Ji stared at the banner that said "Immortal Pointing the Way" and felt a little dazed. He then looked at Zhou Yixian and his granddaughter Zhou Xiaohuan.

My eyes couldn't help but light up. Wow! After not seeing her for ten years, Zhou Xiaohuan has grown into a beautiful young lady.

Suddenly, Zhou Yixian stood in front of Zhou Xiaohuan and looked at Murong Ji with a bad look, "What are you looking at!"

Murong Ji bowed and said, "Senior, we meet again."

When he looked up again, Zhou Xiaohuan had half of her body sticking out from behind Zhou Yixian and was greeting Murong Ji silently.

Zhou Yixian stroked his beard and raised his eyebrows. Without waiting for him to say anything, Murong Ji stuffed a silver ingot into his hand. In an instant, he smiled.

After the three of them had breakfast, Murong Ji followed the grandfather and grandson for a walk. Only then did he realize that this was Dawang Village, which he had not found when he first came here.

Zhou Yixian cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "Dear passing immortals, I have been fortunate enough to receive the true teachings of my ancestor and obtain the secret method that can control the world's strange poisons. All you have to do is wear this sachet of mine..."

Zhou Xiaohuan sat next to Murong Ji and sighed helplessly. She retracted her gaze and looked at Murong Ji's smiling face.

Helplessly, he said, "Big brother, you have been deceived by him for so many years, and you can still be so...really...really."

Murong Ji looked at Zhou Xiaohuan with amusement, shook his head, and suddenly asked, "How did he lie?"

Zhou Xiaohuan instantly became excited and began to list Zhou Yixian's "evil deeds".

Murong Ji suddenly asked, "Have you untied the knot in your heart?"

Zhou Xiaohuan's tone stagnated: "This..."

Murong Ji smiled and said, "That's all. He takes the money and others feel at ease. What else is there to worry about?"

Zhou Xiaohuan scratched his head in distress. It seemed to be the case.

Suddenly, my vision blurred and I looked up. There was a handsome young man with a light blue robe and delicate features, but his face was a little pale.

"Girl, I'll tell your fortune."

Murong Ji raised his eyes slightly and looked over. Oh, an acquaintance, Qin Wuyan! They had met once before.

(End of this chapter)