Chapter 371 Lin Jingyu's Decisiveness
Seeing Murong Ji coming forward, he looked at Murong Ji with some resentment.

Murong Ji chuckled, and suddenly remembered that the Heaven and Earth Stone was still in his hand. After taking it out, he said, "Open your mouth."

Ling Zun was too lazy to pay attention to him, so Murong Ji took out the Emperor of Heaven's Dark Stone, and in an instant, spiritual energy overflowed.

The huge body of Ling Zun suddenly stood up smartly, like a pug, and lowered his head to please Murong Ji.

Murong Ji stretched out his hand and threw the Heaven and Earth Stone, which was as big as a peanut, up in the air in an instant. Ling Zun's huge body suddenly jumped up, not caring about his injuries, and swallowed the Heaven and Earth Stone in one gulp.

It fell into the clear water pond, creating countless splashes of water.

"cracking!"

A cry was heard, and Murong Ji turned his head to look. Four huge monsters were lying limp on the square, covered in blood and looking miserable.

After Murong Ji approached, he absorbed the Shura power that had been eroding their bodies for a long time.

Only then did they discover that the Kuiniu, which was captured first, was already dead, and the weakest Taotie was also dead.

Only the yellow bird and the candle dragon were left.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. Zhu Long's condition was somewhat strange. After escaping from the trap, he still had the strength to fight. He stepped forward to take a look at his condition and said calmly, "I can treat your injuries. Daoist friend, why don't you stay?"

Zhulong panted heavily and looked at Murong Ji thoughtfully, "Are you willing to let me go?"

Murong Ji was a little surprised. Can Zhulong actually speak? ! ! Could it also transform into a human form like the fox demon Xiaobai? He suppressed his shock, nodded, and said calmly, "Of course."

Seeing Zhulong trying hard to prop up his body, he realized that the huge dragon body was several times thicker than the Black Water Serpent.

The four dragon claws supported the ground, and the huge dragon body surrounded Murong Ji and the yellow bird. "After eating this spiritual bird, I can still recover."

"If that's the case, then go ahead."

Zhulong's huge dragon head pressed towards Murong Ji. Its pair of vast dragon eyes, the pupils alone were more than twice as large as Murong's.

He stared at Murong Ji, as if trying to see what he was thinking.

"You want me to be like that Qilin and protect the mountain for you?!"

Murong Ji had a wooden face, raised his head slightly, and looked at Zhulong proudly, "According to the records of our sect, Ling Zun was brought back by Grandmaster Tian Chengzi, and was raised by Grandmaster Qingye himself."

"Qingyun Sect is not only our home, but also Ling Zun's home. We are naturally relieved to have him around. Why should we keep you here? Do you think you have the qualifications for me to trust you?"

"Humph! I don't even think highly of you!"

The dragon leaped up and flew towards the sky. Just as it rose into the air, Murong Ji's voice came over, "Daoyou, don't go back to the Demon Sect. They don't treat you as one of their own this time, and they will..."

Watching Zhulong leave, Murong Ji turned around and saw a circle of people flying in the air. They were all masters of the righteous way, and almost all of them went into battle.

Murong Ji glanced at them one by one. Wow, all those who could still move were here.

Murong Ji was a little stunned, then he thought of the abnormality just now, and took a quick look. He found that the square was much more spacious.

Murong Ji ignored everyone else and looked at the yellow bird. The yellow bird had injured its foundation and couldn't even stand up at this moment.

"You are a rare spiritual animal in the world. I will not kill you. After you recover from your injuries, you can leave."

As he said that, Murong Ji directly threw a pill over.

Turning around and walking towards the back mountain of Tongtian Peak, he needed to return the Zhuxian Sword. To perfect the sword formation, he would need time and effort to refine it bit by bit in the future.

The battle between good and evil came to an end. The Qingyun Sect and Tianyin Temple were completely defeated, with only one tenth of their strength remaining, and countless casualties.

Even those aristocratic families and sects that betrayed them were unable to wipe them out.

However, the management of the sect and other matters are the strengths of Xiao Yicai, Qi Hao, Zeng Shushu and others. Murong Ji was too lazy to intervene, he had his own things to do.

Kneeling in the mourning hall of Xiaozhu Peak, silently burning paper money, the person kneeling beside him was not Lu Xueqi, but Xiao Shi.

Listening to Xiao Shi's sobbing, Murong Ji was also upset. Shuiyue's death seemed to be a big blow to Lu Xueqi.

Three days later, Lu Xueqi hurriedly succeeded as the head of Xiaozhu Peak, and the succession ceremony was sloppy. Afterwards, Lu Xueqi plunged into the busy affairs.

The strength of Qingyun Sect has been greatly reduced, and its control over the local area has also rapidly weakened. Now all Qingyun Sect can do is to maintain its basic base.

It is inevitable to give benefits to the family.

It's helpless, this is the fact, not only the Qingyun Sect, but also the Tianyin Temple is the same, or even worse, a group of reasonable monks suffered a loss in terms of legal principles, and most of their base was taken away by others.

In the evening, Murong Ji walked into the house carrying a lunch box and saw Lu Xueqi was still busy.

"Xueqi, let's eat first."

Lu Xueqi came back to her senses and looked at the table of food, but she had no appetite. Before she could say anything, she was carried over by Murong Ji.

After dinner, Murong Ji helped Lu Xueqi finish the things in her hands, and then he pulled her to the bed directly, but he didn't do anything. The two of them just hugged each other quietly...

It was not until the moon was in the middle of the sky that Murong Ji said, "I will go down the mountain in a few days."

Lu Xueqi was startled, and understood Murong Ji's intention. He was going to dig up the secrets of the Ghost King Sect. Since this battle, even if thousands of people survived, the Ghost King Sect would be disbanded.

No one would leave behind a sect that attacks its own people. "Come back soon."

"Ah."

Five days after the war, Murong Ji went down the mountain with the Zhuxian Sword. As soon as he came out of the Huanyue Cave, he saw Lin Jingyu blocking the road.

"Senior Brother Murong." Lin Jingyu clasped his fists and saluted.

With a heroic look, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, he really looked like Wan Jianyi when he was young. Murong Ji smiled and said, "Junior Brother Lin, do you want to talk to me about something?"

Lin Jingyu stood up straight, "Senior Brother Xiao wants me to go down the mountain with you to chase after the demon cult monster."

Murong Ji smiled and said, "Let's go then."

When they arrived at Heyang City, Murong Ji bought some supplies. Without further ado, the two of them headed straight for the Ghost King Sect's headquarters.

Along the way, Lin Jingyu did whatever Murong Ji said.

This surprised Murong Ji. Wasn't he a troublemaker?

At night, Murong Ji built a fire, heated up some dry food, and when he handed it to Lin Jingyu, he realized that he was distracted.

"Junior Brother Lin? Are you worried?"

Lin Jingyu came back to his senses and asked softly, "Brother Murong, do you think I'm particularly stupid?"

Murong Ji suddenly smiled and said, "What do you mean? You are a young hero of Qingyun Sect. Your current cultivation level is almost catching up with your senior brother."

As he spoke, Murong Ji glanced at Lin Jingyu's foundation and said, "His foundation is not bad, but it's a little weaker than Senior Brother Qi's."

"I practiced the evil spirit refining method and Samadhi True Fire that Senior Brother Murong brought out."

Murong Ji was startled. He didn't expect Lin Jingyu to be so straightforward. Xiao Yicai was indeed a genius. He had already planned many things long ago.

Whether it was taking over the mess left by Cangsong or handling the affairs of the sect, there were almost no mistakes.

Murong Ji felt as if he could see the future trend just like himself.

Even such a decisive person hesitated for a long time and could not make up his mind on the method of cultivation.

Then, Lin Jingyu showed the results of his practice during this period. He flipped his palm and a light blue flame slowly burned.

Murong Ji looked at the Samadhi True Fire in his hand and was a little surprised. Not all the flames of everyone's Sanyuan were the same color.

Come to think of it, everyone's three elements are different, so it is natural that the colors of the flames are different.

But if you calculate the time, Lin Jingyu has only been practicing for a few months at this time!

"Really good talent! Junior Brother Lin is amazing!"

Lin Jingyu was not very happy to receive the praise, and he exhaled slowly, "Brother Murong, now when I compare myself with you guys, I feel like a fool."

Murong Ji smiled and said nothing, but listened to Lin Jingyu continue to say: "The teachers all said that Uncle Wan is so great."

"But I am his disciple who was trained by him personally. Not to mention comparing myself with you and Senior Sister Lu, even compared with Senior Brother Xiao and Senior Brother, I am not good enough..."

As Murong Ji listened, he couldn't help but think of himself, the self of the past. The one who worshipped the famous teacher Zhang Boduan, the big boss. The leader of the Quanzhen lineage of Taoism, and also worshipped the Zen Buddhist master Shi Leyuan.

Later, there was the incomparable Su Shi. Such people tried their best to teach me, but what about me? I am still a pile of mud that cannot be helped.

When Murong Ji looks back at his past self now, he can still describe himself in one word: stupid. He is even worse than Lin Jingyu.

The past events are like fleeting light and water, which make people sigh and feel sad.

"Junior Brother Lin..."

As soon as Murong Ji spoke, Lin Jingyu looked over and remained silent. "In life, there is no such thing as innate knowledge. Don't force it."

"A newborn baby's cognition is a blank slate, so why force him to understand the ways of the world?"

"A six-year-old child is just playing around. How can he understand the fundamentals of the world?"

"As the saying goes, you should do things that suit your age. The essence of this saying is, you should do things that suit your level of cognition."

"Once you realize it, you will understand it naturally."

Lin Jingyu did not say anything else, but Murong Ji was confused by him. There were many things that he did not feel much about at the time, but when he recalled them a hundred years later, he had an inexplicable feeling.

For example, when he and Mu Wanqing were locked up in a stone house by Duan Yanqing, he could not resist Mu Wanqing's beauty at all.

For example, if a beautiful woman who could beat Mu Wanqing came to his doorstep, although he would be tempted, it would be difficult to shake his will.

Recovering his thoughts, Murong Ji continued to eat the dry food in his hand.

The two of them moved quite fast, and after seven days, they stood at the highest point of Fox Mountain. Looking around, under the leisurely white clouds, the breeze was blowing, and there was still a slight smell of blood in the air.

(End of this chapter)