Chapter 309 (Update) I lost something around here.

Murong Ji turned around and saw that several senior brothers had arrived. The eldest senior brother, Song Daren, also had a serious look on his face. There was no trace of the frustration and decadence he had when he first met the master.

Murong Ji's breathing stagnated, and the corners of his mouth twitched. These brothers of his really were... seven disciples, but they had eighteen different minds...

After another half month of calm, things suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Thousands of miles away from Qingyun Mountain, endless beasts and monsters were rushing towards Qingyun Mountain.

This piece of news almost made the entire Qingyun Mountain look a little depressed.

The three giants of the righteous path would often get together, and it was no longer as calm as before, with tens of thousands of righteous monks fighting against millions of monsters.

There's no hope no matter how I look at it.

Murong Ji also felt heavy-hearted. Although he knew that Qingyun Sect had won this catastrophe, it was also a tragic victory.

The three major factions declined in an instant, which shows the cruelty of the war.

My heart seemed to be pressed down by a huge mountain. I felt helpless, but there was nothing I could do.

Suddenly, Murong Ji stood up and walked towards the door. When he was out of the yard, he saw the bright lights on the hillside of Dazhu Peak.

Murong Ji felt a little heavier in his heart.

How many of these so-called righteous people and aristocratic families are willing to contribute?

Why did you come to Qingyun? To seek refuge.

After the catastrophe, the aristocratic families and other branches developed rapidly, as can be seen.

[If I were Daoxuan, I would let these people take the blame in front of me. After the victory, I would let him say whatever he wants.]

He retracted his gaze, exhaled slowly, and looked towards Chaoyang Peak. Suddenly, he remembered to go see his parents.

He flew up on his sword and headed towards Chaoyang Peak.

After entering the disciple courtyard and informing everyone, he saw his cheap father coming out. Without saying anything, he led him into the courtyard with a smile on his face.

Looking back at Murong Ji's expression, he smiled and said, "You must be homesick, son."

Murong Ji looked up and nodded.

The father and son walked into the room, one after the other, and found that their mother had prepared a large table of dishes.

The family of three ate in silence without saying anything, and it was hard to tell whether it was dinner or a midnight snack.

"What did you do at Chaoyang Peak that day?"

Murong Ji was startled, but he did not hide anything from his parents and said slowly, "I entered the ancient cave."

Murong Yunhai and Shi Yanlian were startled and instantly became serious, but did not ask any more questions.

Murong Ji wanted to ask, "Dad, you have a high status in Chaoyang Peak, right? Why..."

Murong Yunhai's face darkened instantly. "Don't ask any more questions. Just survive this catastrophe. Don't worry about us. We have our own ways to save our lives."

Murong Ji nodded and asked, "Is it because of Wan Jianyi?"

Shi Yanlian glanced at the father and son, added more rice to their bowls, and then sat down to eat in silence.

Murong Yunhai was silent for a long time before he said, "That's true. Uncle Wan didn't die because of the crime of killing his master or colluding with the evil witch of the cult. The real reason for his death was because of the reform."

"As far as I know, Uncle Wan united a lot of young people to reform Qingyun Sect in order to change its situation."

"I don't know the specific content of the reform, but it wasn't long after the great war between good and evil that many of the chief elders died in the battle, leaving many positions vacant."

"Master Wan, with his great achievements in hunting down the demons, wanted to compete for the position of the head of the sect. Who would have thought that..."

Murong Ji's expression changed. He could guess what would happen next.

"At that time, the few remaining leaders of the peaks believed that Qingyun Sect had already suffered a lot and should not be tossed around any more. However, Uncle Wan believed that it was a good opportunity for reform."

"But...someone from the older generation leaked the news that Wan Jianyi and Daoxuan had murdered their master, and wanted to revoke their qualifications to succeed the headmaster, so that the headmaster could be chosen from the remaining first seats."

"Master Wan took all the blame on his own..."

Murong Ji frowned. What does this have to do with his adoptive father?
"Later, someone caused trouble. The eldest disciple of Master Daoxuan married a woman from the Ghost King Sect at the foot of the mountain! The matter was exposed. At that time, the head of the sect had just taken office not long ago, so naturally..."

"Coincidentally, that disciple was also one of the people who supported Wan Jianyi. In order to maintain the stability of the sect, the master had no choice but to investigate the remnants of Master Wan. At that time, many new chiefs and young disciples chose to stand on Daoxuan's side."

Murong Ji then understood why Cangsong cursed his master and the other abbots.

"After that, some people kept comparing Daoxuan and Wan Jianyi. Over time..." Murong Yunhai was a little helpless, "And your father, I am one of the remnants of that."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. This obvious suppression was obviously caused by the involvement of the elders of Tongtian Peak. Just this time, several peaks were unable to get up.

Luoxia Peak and Chaoyang Peak are examples. Taoist Tianyun, don’t you know how to train disciples? Don’t you really have a disciple with decent qualifications? ! !
If this is true, it doesn't make sense.

The most reasonable explanation is that they were destroyed during the campaign to eliminate the "remnants".

Murong Ji was stunned, looking at his cheap father in disbelief. "Dad, how old are you this year?" "One hundred and thirty years old."

Murong Ji was silent for a moment. He was forty years older than his senior brother Song Daren. It was really... Suddenly, he thought of himself, "Having a child in old age?!"

"Pah!" Shi Yanlian slapped him on the back of the head, "Can you speak? You are still in the prime of life at three hundred years old!"

Murong Ji's head was a little confused, and he looked at his mother, "What about you, mother?"

Shi Yanlian suddenly felt a little embarrassed and was hesitant. Murong Ji knew it and could not get an answer. "I know, you are eighteen this year."

Murong Yunhai burst out laughing, "Your mother is 42 years old this year."

The corner of Murong Ji's mouth twitched, and he cursed inwardly. Before he could sigh, he heard Shi Yanlian ask, "Do you dislike me for being old?"

"No no."

Murong Ji put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "I'm done eating." Then he looked at the two people who were fighting, and no one paid any attention to him.

Feeling somewhat helpless, he turned around and walked out of the house. Standing at the door, he looked up at the endless starry sky. Behind him, he heard his father begging for mercy...

The years are peaceful and quiet, [Only days like this are enjoyable. 】

He flew up and headed towards Heyang City at the foot of the mountain. While he still had time, he went to see Shanhai Garden.

Flying in mid-air, he suddenly saw a corner outside Heyang City, filled with gloomy air. He frowned slightly. He had seen the terrain around Heyang City, but how could it be...

Without thinking any more, he flew towards there on his sword.

When he landed on the ground, he found that this was a charity cemetery. He frowned slightly and looked up at the dark sky, frowning tightly, "Ghost magic?!"

He walked inside and just as he entered the yard, he heard Zhou Yixian's voice, "The spirit tablet of one of my relatives is here, and we are here to pay our respects."

"Oh? Since you have already worshipped, this place is still a haunted place after all. It is not advisable to stay here for long. You should leave quickly."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. What a coincidence, Mr. Gui was also there. Suddenly, Murong Ji thought of the Tianwen Sword and the fragments of the Cangming Mirror hidden in the mud statue in Caomiao Village.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Senior Zhou, why didn't you come to see me when you arrived in Heyang City? It really makes me sad."

At the entrance of the charity cemetery, a figure suddenly appeared, looked at Murong Ji, and said, "Mr. Murong, long time no see."

Murong Ji returned the greeting with a half-smile, and walked into the charity cemetery, where he saw three people in the room and the spirit tablets they had just arranged.

He bowed to Zhou Yixian and said, "Junior Murong Ji, greetings to the senior."

Zhou Yixiang breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to Murong Ji.

Murong Ji walked forward, glanced at the Wild Dog Taoist, and then looked at the tablet beside him: the tablet of his beloved son Zhou Xingyun.

He flipped his palm, took out three incense sticks, and lit them with a pinch of his fingers. "Senior, I met Brother Zhou when I was a child, but I was young at that time and don't remember clearly."

Zhou Yixian watched Murong Ji burn incense for his beloved son, and sighed secretly, with a somewhat sad look on his face, "Yes, you were still young at that time, and his wedding was still in Shanhai Garden, and your father arranged it."

Murong Ji bowed, lit the incense, and then asked, "How did Brother Zhou die?"

"Forget it, forget it, it's all over." Zhou Yixian's body was trembling, and before he knew it, his voice began to sound like tears.

Murong Ji didn't ask any more questions. He looked around and suddenly saw a name among the memorial tablets in this row. [Mo Li? Is there really a person named Chen Yufeng?] He frowned slightly.

"Mr. Ghost, I wonder why you came to Heyang City?"

"I am also here to pay tribute to my relatives." As soon as he finished speaking, three incense sticks appeared in Mr. Gui's hand. He didn't bow but walked forward and lit the incense.

Murong Ji lowered his head and touched the dragon ring in his hand, and said lightly: "Mo Li. Ghost King Sect, I have never heard of such a person. What do you think, Zhang Xiaofan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yixian and others behind him were all shocked, and Mr. Gui was also stunned.

The sound of "da, da, da" footsteps was heard slowly, and a man walked into the room. It was Zhang Xiaofan.

"squeak"

Suddenly, a shadow rushed past Murong Ji. In an instant, Murong Ji captured it with his Crane Controlling Skill. After confirming that it was Xiao Hui, he threw him directly into Xiao Huan's arms.

"I have only been in the Ghost King Sect for a short time, and I don't know much about these people who have passed away long ago."

Murong Ji's eyes fell on the dusty memorial tablet and he said calmly, "Mr. Gui, do you know a man named Chen Yufeng?"

"do not know."

For a moment, the three of them were speechless, silent and dead still.

After a long while, Mr. Gui finally said, "I lost something nearby. Mr. Murong, please help me find it."

"It must be the iron plate among the clay statues in Caomiao Village."

The three words "Caomiao Village" instantly hurt Zhang Xiaofan. His breathing unconsciously became heavier and there was something wrong with his facial expression. He did not move too much and just listened quietly to the conversation between the two.

(End of this chapter)