Chapter 3: Royal School
"As a descendant of the Murong family, there will always be a day for me to go out into the martial arts world. If I fail because of my lack of martial arts skills, then it will be the Murong family that loses face. Father, what do you think?"

Murong Ji glanced at Murong Bo with his peripheral vision, his face somewhat gloomy, and he immediately added: "It is not easy for my Murong family to inherit the family, and we have to work hard for the great cause. If something happens to my eldest brother..."

"Well... I can also pass on the family legacy so that it won't be completely cut off."

Murong Bo looked at him coldly, thinking for a long time, but still couldn't make up his mind.

Murong Ji was not in a hurry. He had no feelings for the Murong family and had decided to leave them in the future. It wasn't that he was a traitor, but that the whole family was sick.

Murong Bo sighed, "If you had one point of your elder brother's ambition, you wouldn't be living like this... I, the Murong family, will train to restore Dayan!"

Looking at Murong Ji's calm face, he gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it."

He took out two booklets and put them together with the copy in his hand.

"Pick a book at random, and I'll teach you whichever one you pick."

Murong Ji's eyelids drooped slightly. There was no name written on them. They were all copies, and he couldn't tell which one was The Change of the Stars.

He exhaled slowly and took the book in the middle.

When he opened it, he breathed a sigh of relief. There were indeed many opportunities in the Tianlong world, but could he get them now? No.

What other Shaolin Kung Fu could Murong Bo be thinking about, besides Yi Jin Jing? If he drew Yi Jin Jing, he would never teach him, and would never allow himself to be stronger than Murong Fu.

As for the Murong family's inherited swordsmanship, that is the true core of the family tradition, a hundred years of inheritance, and Murong Bo would never pass it on to himself.

Dou Zhuan Xing Yi is actually a set of internal skills, which focuses on the internal skills of the moves. Because of it, the swordsmanship is continuous and smooth.

If you draw the sword technique, all your efforts will be in vain.

In Murong Ji's opinion, among the entire Murong family, Douzhuanxingyi is the most suitable one for him.

Fortunately, my luck is really good.

"Heh, you are quite lucky. Well, I'll give you a chance." Murong smiled faintly, "I'll give you three hours. How much you can memorize depends on your ability."

Murong Ji was stunned, lowered his eyelids, and gently stroked the diamond bracelet on his left wrist.

From the perspective of interests, it is not surprising that Murong Bo did this, but from the perspective of family affection, it is inappropriate.

Murong Ji thought about it, what kind of attitude and words would make his behavior seem more reasonable?

Then, with tears in his eyes, he said in a choked voice: "Can you tell me why? Murong Fu and I, why..."

"Pa!" Murong Bo slapped him, and Murong Ji's right cheek swelled up instantly.

"What I give you is yours. You can't even think about what I don't give you!" Murong Bo stood up, put his hands behind his back and walked towards the window. "I'll tell you once. If you do it again, I'll kill you!"

"Compared with Fu'er, is there any comparison? He is more talented than you! He is also more perceptive than you! His future and achievements will surely be limitless. Moreover..."

Murong Bo suddenly stopped and said no more.

Murong Ji sneered in his heart. Qualification? Future? What future can the Murong family have? But at this moment, he could not show any dissatisfaction or abnormality. When his voice was filled with tears, he said, "I know."

[This is very good. Even if there is no affection, I will not be lenient in the future. ]

Open the secret book, calm down, and recite the entire text quickly.

The main text of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi has more than 5,000 words. The rest is the insights of the Murong family from generation to generation.

Don’t think that these insights are worthless. Dou Zhuan Xing Yi can help you quickly get started and even master it. Furthermore, these insights are even more valuable.

In three hours, Murong Ji had memorized the main text of The Battle of the Stars, but it was a pity that he could not study the subsequent insights in detail.

He returned the book, bowed, and then stood in front of Murong Bo.

Murong Bo glanced at him and said, "Sit cross-legged and meditate. I will guide your energy."

Murong Ji exhaled, feeling Murong Bo's internal energy lingering in his body.

"Consciousness follows my inner strength!"

Murong Ji closely followed Murong Bo's internal force in his meridians. It must be said that Murong Bo, as one of the "Four Heavenly Dragons", was very powerful even if his current strength had not reached perfection!
Murong Bo personally guided him in his practice, and the benefits were now evident. His originally narrow meridians were cleared and expanded by his internal energy.

His consciousness and the only bit of internal strength he had were running extremely smoothly.

After Murong Ji had mastered the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi technique, Murong Bo withdrew his internal energy and looked at his second son with an unpleasant expression.

"Humph! You are such a loser. You only remembered it after running it seven times! Get out!"

With a wave of his sleeves, he pushed Murong Ji out of the study.

With a "bang", he fell to the ground, Murong Ji's face twisted with pain.

He stumbled to his feet, saluted Murong Bo, lowered his eyelids to hide his emotions, and walked out of the yard.

After returning to the room, Murong Ji's pain was slightly relieved. He accidentally saw the diamond bracelet on his wrist and turned it. His complicated mood calmed down.

He sat cross-legged and practiced the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi technique. He really wanted to compete with Murong Fu.

This is the first step in my journey of spiritual practice!

In the next few days, he circulated his internal energy in the room. With the internal energy as a foundation, Murong Ji felt that his body had become much stronger.

"Second Young Master! Second Young Master!" Ah Qing's voice came from outside the yard. When he ran to his room, he was already exhausted and out of breath.

"Second Young Master, pack your things quickly. The Wang family has sent someone to pick you up!"

Murong Ji was stunned, and then he remembered that he had gone to the Wang family to study.

He let out a long breath, feeling much more at ease. He packed his things, carried a small package on his back, and headed towards the ferry.

Looking back, he saw Ah Qing following him with empty hands.

"Ah Qing, won't you follow me?"

Ah Qing pinched Murong Ji's face lovingly, "I won't go over there, Second Young Master, you have to study hard, I plan to become a seventh-rank official in the future."

Murong Ji was stunned. The Song Dynasty did not allow women to hold official positions.

"Hehe, a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister."

When we got on the boat, the servants of the Wang family were already waiting there, "Second Master Murong."

Murong Ji nodded, and looked at Ah Qing standing at the ferry getting farther and farther away, feeling extremely calm in his heart.

Mantuo Villa looks very small on the 800-mile Taihu Lake.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, this place was not called Taihu Lake, but Zhenze.

Following the servant, I first went to the Wang family school to register, entered the house, and was then led by the servant to Wang Shen's study.

Murong Ji looked around. He had never seen the study of a high-ranking official in the Northern Song Dynasty before!
Wang Xin hasn't arrived yet. Murong Ji looked at the layout of the study. There seemed to be an inexplicable pressure that made people dare not move rashly.

Seeing a rosewood box on the desk, Murong Ji had seen it on TV in his previous life. It was a seal box.

I was very curious and estimated that Wang Xin would have to wait for a while before arriving.

Murong Ji walked to the desk, opened the seal box, picked up the jade official seal inside, and looked at the words on it with some surprise.

He only knew a few characters: Shuzhou Prefecture. The official seals of the Song Dynasty were written in seal script, which he had rarely seen.

He couldn't quite tell whether it was Su or Shu.

[He is indeed a high-ranking local official! ]

"Lord Wang is here, you should be released."

The sudden sound in the study scared Murong Ji, and he almost dropped the official seal in his hand.

He calmed himself down and realized that this man was Wang Xin's bodyguard, so he quickly put down the official seal.

(End of this chapter)