Chapter 319 I want to live

"Senior, have you encountered any trouble?"

Zhou Xiaohuan patted her swollen chest with lingering fear, "Brother Murong, you don't know that there is a man in a black robe who insisted on taking me as his apprentice..."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, "Does that person have a wound on his back?"

Zhou Xiaohuan recalled, "No? But it was so cold around him... weird."

"Where did you meet?!"

"Dazhu Peak."

Murong Ji jumped up and was about to fly away on his sword. Zhou Yixian shouted from behind him, "Murong boy! Wait a minute!"

Murong Ji hesitated for a moment and fell back to the ground again, "Senior, what can you teach me?"

Zhou Yixian looked Murong Ji up and down, and said slowly: "Do you know why the Zhuxian Sword is so fierce?"

Murong Ji was startled, not quite sure what he meant, "Please explain clearly, Senior."

Zhou Yixian stroked his beard and said, "I think you already know my origins, but our lineage will not be merged into Qingyun Sect after group training."

Murong Ji frowned slightly, but didn't say much. He just listened quietly, "Two thousand two hundred years ago, the Qingyun Patriarch came to Qingyun Mountain and discovered the uniqueness of Qingyun Mountain."

"I used the art of landscape physiognomy to find the ancient cave. Later, I found the ancient sword of Zhu Xian from somewhere and placed it in the ancient cave..."

Murong Ji was startled. Wasn't the Zhuxian Ancient Sword kept in Huanyue Cave?! He was puzzled but didn't disturb him.

"The Qingyun Patriarch used the thousand-year luck of the Qingyun Sect to set up a formation and forcibly kept the Zhuxian Ancient Sword in Qingyun."

Zhou Yixian sighed and continued, "He is betting that a disciple with good qualifications will appear within a thousand years!"

Murong Ji's expression suddenly became strange. He remembered the ancestral precepts left by Qingyun Patriarch, which stated that no matter how hard or difficult it was, one was not allowed to give up Qingyun Mountain.

"As expected, after a thousand years, a Qingye appeared! Murong boy, don't leave Qingyun, you never know when you will have to use the Zhuxian Sword..."

Murong Ji lowered his head and thought, this was very interesting, "Senior, what is the origin of the Immortal Execution Sword?"

"I don't know either. I don't even know where the Qingyun Patriarch found the Zhuxian Sword. I'm just an old man, how can I know such secrets?"

Murong Ji nodded and stopped asking, "Senior, if you pass by Heyang City someday, just let me know and I will definitely..."

Zhou Yixian waved his hand and interrupted directly, "Let's go, let's go."

Murong Ji watched the three people leave the alley, bowed, flew back to Dazhu Peak on his sword, and searched every room, but did not find anything unusual.

[That person, is he really the third elder of Fenxiang Valley? ]

Sitting on the steps in the yard, Murong Ji thought quietly. He had no way of confirming whether that person was from Fenxiang Valley. He couldn't always ask Yun Yilan.

With a light sigh, he decided that he had to take a trip to Southern Xinjiang. The best thing would be to go now and finish his work before everyone in Fenxiang Valley returned.

By then, no matter what, you will be able to take the initiative in your own hands.

"Junior Brother Murong."

Looking up, Xiao Yicai was standing at the gate of the yard. He looked at Murong Ji and slowly let out a sigh of relief. He walked into the yard and sat opposite Murong Ji.

"I was shocked to hear you coming down the mountain. I thought..."

Murong Ji flipped his palm and a set of tea set appeared. He poured a glass of water for Xiao Yicai and asked, "Things haven't come to that point yet. Why should I give up what's in front of me?"

It is easy to say that one should establish a sect, but it would be very difficult if one fails to cultivate masters in a short period of time, or in other words, if one fails to let Fenxiang Valley die out.

At that time, it is possible that Qingyun Sect and Fenxiang Valley would join forces to suppress him. For no reason, just because he was born in Qingyun, the Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism could not be passed on to outsiders.

How could his life be as comfortable as the one he had in Qingyun Sect?
Why can my short-term operation compare to the century-old heritage of Fenxiang Valley? Founding a sect is still the last way, not the best choice.

Besides, Daoxuan would be possessed by a demon within a year. After his death, who could stop him and Lu Xueqi? His status in Qingyun Sect was extraordinary.

“Junior Brother Murong, you can also see how dangerous it is to chase the Beast God southward this time, and…” Xiao Yicai paused and glanced around.

After making sure that no one was around, he whispered, "My master might be possessed by a demon."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. He was not surprised. As early as the first time Daoxuan used the Zhuxian Sword, he had already shown signs of being possessed by the devil. It was only a matter of time before he was possessed by the devil.

After the Heavenly Secret Seal was activated, there was such a powerful impact of evil spirit and spiritual energy, how could he be safe?

I'm just not sure when I'll be completely possessed.

"Master asked me to go on this mission as well. Even Junior Brother Qi Hao was sent out to clear out the monsters."

"us……"

He understood what Xiao Yicai meant. Daoxuan made this arrangement when he was still sober. Was he trying to protect the next generation of Qingyun Sect?
"Brother Xiao, how long do you think Uncle Daoxuan can hold on?"

Xiao Yicai's face was full of solemnity, and he slowly said: "I estimate that it can only last for a month. After a month, there will definitely be problems."

"Okay, then we'll be back within a month." Xiao Yi was silent for a long time before he said, "Okay."

After Xiao Yicai walked out of Dazhu Peak, he flew back to Tongtian Peak on his sword, went to the back mountain, and looked towards the ancestral temple from afar. His master had been staying there since he left Yuqing Hall.

He lowered his eyelids and walked towards another fork in the road at the back of the mountain. At the end of the road was a prison cell. In the past, it was where disciples who had committed serious crimes were imprisoned, but now it is abandoned.

After pushing open the door, Xiao Yicai walked in.

In the dark corridor, a ray of fire appeared at the end.

"You are here..."

The voice was full of unrestrained and uninhibitedness, as if meeting an old friend who had not seen him for many years.

The next morning, the senior leaders of Tianyin Temple led the remaining monks down the mountain. Along the way, they needed to clear out a large area of ​​monsters and escort everyone back home.

At noon on the third day, everyone from Fenxiang Valley headed south. Their mission was a bit heavier since most of the monsters had fled towards the southern border.

Murong Ji sat in the courtyard of Tongtian Peak, writing quietly. He wrote down the "Book of Changes" from his memory.

There is no corresponding constellation in this world, so we can only refer to this book and summarize the laws of astrology again, which is a huge project.

Zhou Yixian had nothing to do, so he made these things. Now, it turned out to be a good thing for Murong Ji.

After binding the Zhu Xian version of the Book of Changes, Murong Ji let out a long breath and looked up. It was already dark.

Soon, Chang Jian brought the food over.

"Brother Murong, you must be hungry."

Murong Ji smiled and said, "Yes, Senior Brother Chang Jian, why are you here so late?"

Chang Jian said with a bitter look on his face: "Senior Brother Qi Hao has led people down the mountain, and many elders have also gone down the mountain. You don't know that many elite disciples have been sent out."

Murong Ji was startled. [Has Daoxuan already started?] Under normal circumstances, Qingyun Sect would have to tighten its strength after suffering such a heavy loss.

"Oh, by the way, the head master has found time to come. Tomorrow..." Chang Jian glanced inside the house, "Zhang Xiaofan will be publicly tried early tomorrow morning."

Murong Ji nodded, not caring at all, and continued eating his meal.

After sending Chang Jian away, Murong Ji walked into the house and checked Zhang Xiaofan's condition. The Soul-Devouring Stick had really tortured him and damaged his foundation.

He picked up the Soul Devouring Stick, weighed it, and looked at it carefully. The spirit of this thing showed a tendency to merge. "The two spirits of the weapons have reconciled? No, you are too arrogant and want to kill each other."

After checking the patterns, he found that the patterns on the Soul Devouring Stick had changed slightly. "Tsk tsk tsk, who do you think is going to devour who?"

Murong Ji suddenly asked, "Tell me, if I erase these two ghost things now, will it affect the effect of the Soul Devouring Stick?"

A figure suddenly appeared behind Murong Ji. Tianhua bowed to Murong Ji and said, "Yes, magic weapons with spirits and without spirits are two different things."

Murong Ji frowned slightly and thought carefully about how to refine this magic weapon again.

Suddenly, the Soul-Devouring Stick burst out with blood energy, pierced into Murong Ji's flesh and blood, and began to frantically suck his blood.

Murong Ji sneered, and the flame in his hand instantly lit up. As blood and energy poured into the Soul-Devouring Stick, in an instant, the Soul-Devouring Stick burst out with a crimson true energy and dissipated into the air.

Murong Ji looked at the Soul Devouring Stick again. The whole stick became lifeless and no longer had the spirituality it once had. After thinking for a while, he directly took out the alchemy furnace that was more than a person tall.

Re-melt the Soul-Devouring Stick. The Bloodthirsty Pearl is formed by the gathering of evil spirits, so set up new restrictions. The Soul-Captivating Stick is relatively mild, so set up restrictions on the Hehuan Bell.

A few hours later, the Soul-Devouring Stick was produced. It was still scalding hot when held in the hand. When the true essence was injected into it, a blood-red halo was emitted in an instant.

"The effect is good. Once it develops spiritual charm, it will be a sacred artifact to suppress the sect."

“Why is the master so concerned about Zhang Xiaofan…” Glancing at Murong Ji’s eyes, Tianhua instantly shut up. He shouldn’t ask, so he stopped asking.

Murong Ji withdrew his gaze and put the Soul-Devouring Stick back to Zhang Xiaofan.

"Has Xian'er been acting abnormal recently?"

Tianhua suddenly laughed and said, "Xian'er is indeed a little abnormal. The beast god and the evil spirit of Qingyun Mountain have brought Xian'er a lot of benefits. She has become a sect-guarding divine weapon."

Murong Ji didn't ask any more questions. He sat at the table, picked up a cup, placed it in front of Tianhua, poured a glass of water, and then poured himself a glass.

"What about you? How are you going to grow and advance? Don't tell me that you have nothing else to ask for by staying with me."

Tianhua sat opposite Murong Ji, staring blankly at the teacup in front of him, "I want to live. A weapon spirit is not a god, nor a living being, but I also want to live."

Murong Ji nodded and said no more.

Hearing the footsteps outside, he raised his eyebrows, "Here they come."

Tianhua took a look outside, turned into a stream of light and slowly sank into the Tianwen Sword.

(End of this chapter)