Chapter 383 Dryad
Murong Ji shook his head. When combat experience and magic skills are almost the same, the basic foundation is the most important.

The ending was already decided, Murong Ji was too lazy to watch any more and turned away.

Not long after Murong Ji left, Chang Qingqing slapped the sword of Kanglong Mace with her sword, causing a violent vibration, and Chang Qingfeng's weapon was almost knocked out of his hand.

He staggered back a step, but lost the initiative. He watched helplessly as the Mo Mei sword was swung down on his head with great force, but it stopped steadily on top of Chang Qingfeng's head.

"Humph! Junior Brother Qingfeng, you lost again. From now on, just call me Senior Sister obediently."

Chang Qingfeng's face was filled with frustration, but he quickly adjusted himself. It wasn't the first time he lost, so he bowed and saluted, "Big Sister."

Chang Qingqing pinched her slender waist and said, "Haha, I win again this time. Let's compete again in three years!" After she finished speaking, she ran out of the jungle.

Chang Qingfeng sighed and walked towards Dazhu Peak with some disappointment.

Murong Ji had just returned to the yard and picked up the "Tao Te Ching" and read a few pages when he saw Chang Qingfeng kneeling on the ground.

"Master, there is something wrong with my practice."

Murong Ji glanced at him and returned his attention to the book, "Think about where you went wrong during your practice. If you can't remember what went wrong, don't get up."

Chang Qingfeng knelt from noon to night until Lu Xueqi came in, looked at Chang Qingfeng kneeling in front of the house, frowned slightly, and asked: "Qingfeng, what did you do wrong?"

"Master's Wife, I...I lost the competition with Qingqing, and I can't figure out why...so..."

Lu Xueqi glanced into the room and saw that Murong Ji's attention was all on the books.

"Think about it yourself, why did your master punish you in the past!" After saying that, Lu Xueqi went straight into the house.

Chang Qingfeng's pupils shrank, and he already had the answer in his mind, the foundation. He suddenly remembered that in order to catch up with Chang Qingqing in realm, he was not perfect, so he was eager to break through.

From then on, the situation with Chang Qingqing, which was originally 50-50, instantly became 30-70.

"Bang!" Chang Qingfeng knocked his head to the ground, "Master, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so eager to achieve success and be competitive."

"Well, starting tomorrow, we will rebuild the sixth floor of Yuqing." Murong Ji's voice came from inside the house, deep and distant, shaking people's hearts.

"Yes!"

Murong Ji no longer paid attention to the Qingyun test after that. All his attention was focused on the books.

I came to my senses in a daze and it was time to give a lecture. There was nothing I could do. I had more than 20 disciples and it was unrealistic to guide them one by one.

I can only tell them about the methods of cultivation or the precautions to pay attention to through lectures.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Mu Huaizheng. The child was not very old, about twelve or thirteen years old. The timid cat was at the back.

Murong Ji waved his hand, motioning him to come forward. "Why are you here?"

"Seventh Master." Mu Huaizheng bowed to Murong Ji. "Master asked me to come here to study, and I hope for your guidance."

"Big Brother accepted you as his disciple?"

Mu Huaizheng was a little shy, "Well, I am lucky to have caught the master's eye."

Murong Ji's mouth twitched. Great job, Senior Brother! He really had a good plan. He was the successor of the master.

What is this for? Still unclear? The core of Dazhu Peak is the alchemy method! Let me pass on the inheritance!
It's easy to tell that this idea came from Wenmin.

"Okay, sit aside."

Murong Ji continued to lecture, but the content turned into the basic Yuqing first level technique.

Afterwards, Murong Ji realized that only 700 people were admitted into the Qingyun exam.

After Qingyun's attempt, the excitement gradually faded away, and what remained was desertedness.

The huge Qingyun Sect still seemed very empty even with the addition of 700 people. This scene would probably not change until the next 100 years.

As for these seven hundred people, what will happen in the next three years, or even longer, will depend on their personal character and fate.

As for those young masters and sons, are they willing? If they don't want to, they can roll down the mountain.

What makes Qingyun Sect different from aristocratic families is the martial arts. The Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism can steadily lead to the Shangqing, and Taiqing is the ceiling.

For the martial arts of the aristocratic families, Shangqing is already their ceiling.

The northwest is wild and deserted.

There is endless yellow sand here, and the only place where living things can survive is the Gobi Desert on the edge of the desert.

The howling wind seems to be the master of this place. It can blow up yellow sand all over the ground and also blow up huge rocks weighing thousands of pounds.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, and the whistling sound was like a warning from the god of death. In a short while, the blue sky gradually dimmed, and the yellow sand spread all over the place, as if it was going to consume the world.

In the sky full of yellow sand, a man was staggering forward against the wind.

The figure could not be seen clearly, and the whole body was wrapped in black gauze.

Walking into the Gobi Desert, the man leaned against a stone wall, took a deep breath, and carefully identified the direction. It seemed that the yellow sand all over the sky could not block his sight.

After determining the direction, he continued walking forward.

Lying down beside the stone wall, the man reached out and felt around, and took out an iron chain. He pulled hard and the chain came out, and a square hole appeared under the stone wall.

It can barely accommodate one person. It is extremely dark inside, as if there is a giant beast devouring life, which makes people's scalp tingle.

The man didn't hesitate at all and jumped down. As he fell, the iron chain at the entrance of the cave retracted again, and soon, Huangshan covered up all the traces.

The man took off his face towel, spat out the sand in his mouth, then took out a fire starter and blew it. Then he could understand the situation in the cave clearly.

"Master, you are back."

The man took off his veil and spat out a mouthful of sand. Someone immediately handed him a sip of water. He rinsed his mouth, spit aside, and then took another sip.

"It smells like dirt. This damn place is not a place for human beings to stay!" The voice was cold and crisp, and it was obvious that he was not very old.

But it's inexplicably chilling.

After a while, the man walked out from the darkness and stood under the lamp. He was a handsome young man with a somewhat evil charm.

Qin Wuyan!
"What happened recently?"

"Master, there seems to be unrest in the temple recently. Many people have died. I don't know what's going on."

Qin Wuyan smiled slightly, but his mind was full of thoughts. There were only a few people in the entire Demon Sect who could compete with the Four Holy Envoys, and he was not sure what was going on for a moment.

"Forget about them. I'll get ready and go back to Central Plains."

As soon as Qin Wuyan finished speaking, the people around him exclaimed in an instant. The leader suppressed their voices and signaled them to speak in a lower voice.

"Master, the righteous side..."

"Humph, they are too busy to take care of themselves, go and get ready."

"Yes!"

The next morning, Qin Wuyan looked at the weather outside. The wind was not too strong. "The weather is perfect! Let's go back!"

With a call, sand dunes were turned up everywhere on the next beach, revealing deep black holes with no bottom.

Countless figures came out from inside. A rough count showed that there were about three thousand people, most of whom had low cultivation levels.

A team stretches out in the yellow sand.

Qingyun Mountain, Dazhu Peak.

Lu Xueqi walked into the yard, glanced at Murong Ji who was basking in the sun, walked over and handed him a task booklet.

"Something happened! Some disciples discovered countless empty villages in the Death Swamp. In the surrounding cities, people disappeared inexplicably from time to time."

Murong Ji was startled. Death Swamp? ! ! Suddenly, he remembered the giant tree. It had attacked them before.

He picked up the task booklet with a serious expression, read it carefully, and after closing it, he suddenly understood why Lu Xueqi took on this task.

To be precise, this is a problem they left behind from the past.

The plaque used to refine the Heaven-turning Seal was probably the Emperor of Heaven's means of targeting the tree monster.

"I'll run a trip."

"Go back quickly."

After saying hello to Song Daren, he went down the mountain.

In five days, Murong Ji arrived at the original Dawang Village. Now, Murong Ji can be said to have revisited the old place.

However, this place is extremely empty. There is not a single person in this huge village.

Murong Ji walked in the village, looked down, and saw mud all over his feet. How many days of rain had it been falling? His face became more and more gloomy.

As it got darker, Murong Ji found a relatively good house to stay in, prepared some simple food, and went to bed.

At night, it rained heavily outside, with raindrops pouring down in a mess, and there was another muffled thunder.

After being awakened, Murong Ji couldn't fall asleep again. He looked up and saw heavy rain pouring down in the dark night sky. Suddenly, lightning flashed and it was bright for a moment.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. There were actually dense tree branches hidden in the clouds.

I have known for a long time that it was the tree demon that was causing the trouble, but now that I have confirmed it with my own eyes, I still find it hard to believe. How powerful can a person with ten thousand years of cultivation be?

Murong Ji frowned slightly and stroked the diamond bracelet on his wrist. The next moment, he jumped up and flew into the sky with his sword.

It broke directly into the clouds, and once in the clouds, I saw dense branches, carrying clouds and mist. The fine water droplets in the clouds gathered on the branches and then dripped down.

This rain was caused by this tree demon.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly and looked around with his sword. In the rain, not a single living creature that could carry evil spirits or spiritual energy was left.

After circling around, he watched the clouds slowly drifting towards the city not far away. He frowned slightly, flew down quickly on his sword, and entered the city.

Walking on the street, there was no one there. There were already some raindrops falling from the sky. Murong Ji stood at the city gate and looked up at the sky.

In a short while, the clouds spread down. [It is true! ]

The rain was pouring down. Murong Ji took a glance and saw countless hair-thin branches slowly falling from the clouds and into the city.

Murong Ji held the lantern high up, and as the light became brighter, the entire surroundings became apparent.

(End of this chapter)