Chapter 385 I didn’t know I thought it was your brother

The young man looked at Murong Ji's reaction and found it hard to accept. This reaction was too calm! He couldn't help but take two steps forward, "Our Tianlong Palace is a top-notch sect. You must remember this!"

"Tianlong Temple! I dare not say that it is the best in the world, but it is much stronger than Tianyin Temple, Fenxiang Valley, and Qingyun Sect."

Murong Ji suddenly smiled and didn't care. "You don't take Li Xun and Fashang seriously at all. These two people are not easy to mess with."

"I don't care whether you are good or not. Anyway, you just need to remember that Tianlong Palace is a top-notch sect."

Murong Ji nodded, "Remember, a famous and upright sect, a big clan. Of course, you have to remember it too."

"Okay, leave your things here, we won't make things difficult for you."

Murong Ji chuckled, and with a grab in the air, he used the Dragon Capturing Technique to catch the young man alive. He held him by the back of the neck and smiled, "You are still young, you can't control this magic weapon, let me help you."

Afterwards, he threw the young man directly into the arms of the old man in front of him. The old man was barely awakened. Murong Ji's move was too fast and his method was too strange!

Looking back at Murong Ji, I found that he had already escaped from the encirclement without knowing when.

In an instant, the old man broke out in a cold sweat.

"Young Master?"

The young man barely came to his senses and burst into tears, "Wow!!!"

[I'm just looking at you. I didn't do anything to you. Why are you crying?]

Murong Ji's voice suddenly appeared in her mind again. She stopped crying immediately and could only sob softly.

After leaving the Death Swamp, Murong Ji turned his head and looked inside the swamp, "Tianlong Palace..."

He didn't expect that the Tianlong Palace would emerge so quickly. What about the Penglai Immortal Sect?

It has only been a few years, twenty years, and some forces have begun to emerge. Murong Ji sighed lightly. The original situation of the three major sects coexisting was very good, but now the situation is a bit chaotic.

Coming to his senses, this Death Swamp should have been a holy land of spiritual materials like the Ten Thousand Mountains, but now it is considered abandoned.

Without saying anything more, he flew away on his sword.

After a few days, he returned to Qingyun Sect, reported to Xiao Yicai at Tongtian Peak, handed in the task, and then went straight back to Dazhu Peak.

As soon as he landed on the square of Dazhu Peak, Murong Ji was about to walk back, but suddenly he was stunned and turned to look at Dahuang. Wasn’t the person riding on Dahuang Xiaohui?

At this time, Xiao Hui, carrying a huge wine bag on his back, was riding on Da Huang and filling it with wine.

Seeing that Dahuang was staggering when walking, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Before they could go forward, Da Huang stumbled and fell down. The dog and the monkey fell to the ground, barking from time to time.

Murong Ji was a little speechless, rubbing his forehead, "Forget it, let them do as they please."

He walked towards the yard, and after seeing Chang Qingqing, he asked, "Is your eighth uncle back?"

When Chang Qingqing saw her master, her eyes lit up. She came over and chattered a lot. Murong Ji glanced at her. It seemed that women were born to be interested in gossip.

I finally understood what he meant. Zhang Xiaofan really came back.

He was not in a hurry to meet Zhang Xiaofan. He sorted out what he had gained in the house, consulted some ancient books, and confirmed the growth environment of the yellow bird before leaving.

A Feng Shui treasure land was found on the back mountain of Dazhu Peak to bury the yellow bird.

Patting the egg on his back, he said softly, "You must remember the aura here. After you hatch, I will bring you to worship your mother."

I felt the egg shake and turned away.

He found a house, set up a formation, and constructed a living environment for the yellow bird. After communicating with the spiritual energy and evil spirits of Qingyun Mountain and nurturing the bird eggs, he called Chang Qingqing and Chang Qingfeng to take care of it.

After finishing these things, Murong Ji went to Shoujing Hall. He had many things to discuss with his senior brother.

When he saw Wen Min, Murong Ji was a little dazed. He realized that time passed so quickly. Twenty years passed in a hurry. Although they both lived in Dazhu Peak, they had hardly seen each other.

"Senior Sister Wenmin." Murong Ji bowed.

"Well, Junior Brother Murong, you're welcome." Wen Min nodded slightly and accepted Murong Ji's greeting.

Wen Min was not showing off, but she really deserved this gift. Apart from anything else, as a couple, they watched Murong Ji and Lu Xueqi grow up.

After telling the senior brother about the mission, he was about to leave when Song Daren suddenly said, "Xiao Fan is back."

Murong Ji was startled, and he moved his butt back and continued to do his job. "I heard from Qingqing, how is he now?"

"It's not very good, Old Seven, do you think there really are such things as incense and gods?" Song Daren put down his teacup, his face full of worry.

Without waiting for Murong Ji to respond, the escort continued, "Master Brother is already preparing to expand towards the southern border. With Fenxiang Valley closed, the Hundred Thousand Mountains are a piece of fat meat."

"Your Quanzhen Sect has also been established. It has now grown to a certain size. The head brother has also supported some small families in southern Xinjiang."

"In the past twenty years, the development has been quite good." Murong Ji nodded. This was because Qingyun Sect had tasted the sweetness. The strength of Qingyun Sect had been greatly reduced, and in order to stabilize its basic base, it could only compromise with the aristocratic families.

Now we have to find a place to make up for the losses. [However, when the core disciples of Qingyun Sect grow up, how will it end? ]

The first idea that Murong Ji thought of was war. Although this method was not very humane, it was effective.

"I have seen the incense god once, but I am not sure if it is true. As for the Hundred Thousand Mountains, it is a precious land, which is rarely explored by humans. If we can control it, there will be many benefits, but also many troubles."

Xiao Yicai has definitely weighed the pros and cons, so there is no need for him to worry about it.

Song Daren sighed softly, took out another booklet and handed it over, "This is the news from Yunzhou. An overseas sect has set foot on land to establish a sect."

"A lot of areas on the east and south sides of Tianyin Temple have been occupied by them."

Murong Ji took a quick glance and found that it was indeed the Penglai Immortal Sect. He frowned slightly. Compared to other forces, he was more willing to deal with the Tianyin Temple. After all, the three families knew each other well.

"Let Senior Brother Xiao handle it. If you need anything, just let me know. Senior Brother, I'll go check on Xiaofan first."

Song Daren nodded and didn't say much.

After leaving Shoujing Hall, Murong Ji walked towards Zhang Xiaofan's room. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Zhang Xiaofan holding a child and coaxing the child carefully.

Murong Ji was numb all over, and the corners of his mouth twitched a little, "Xiao Fan. You... you found Bi Yao?!"

"Seventh Senior Brother." Zhang Xiaofan put down the bowl in his hand and wiped the milk stains from the child's mouth. "I found Bi Yao, but..."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, and without waiting for the next words, Murong Ji directly said: "But she has already married and her children can help with soy sauce... You were resentful and killed her whole family, leaving only your lover's only son..."

Zhang Xiaofan looked at him with some resentment, and was quite speechless, "No, Bi Yao has become a demon... This child is mine."

Murong Ji took the child and carefully explored the origin of his body. His meridians were complicated, some of which were human and some were demon meridians, just as complicated as Bi Yao's.

This situation is not conducive to cultivation! The skills of the human race and the demon race cannot be effectively practiced.

"What's the child's name?"

"Xiao Ding."

Murong Ji had expected this in his heart, but he still couldn't help but complain, "Zhang Xiaofan, Zhang Xiaoding, I didn't know that I thought he was your brother! Tsk tsk tsk tsk."

Faced with the teasing, Zhang Xiaofan did not react at all, and said calmly: "I want Xiao Ding to become your disciple."

Murong Ji was startled, thought for a moment and said, "You can become my disciple, but the problem is that I can't teach him. No matter if he is a human or a demon, I can teach him how to practice. This child's meridians..."

Zhang Xiaofan nodded, "I know, it's not just a problem with the meridians, but also that Xiao Ding is growing very slowly, one year every ten years..."

Murong Ji suddenly thought of Bi Yao, who was in the same situation. "Where is Bi Yao now?"

"Southern Xinjiang, I don't know exactly where it is."

Murong Ji sighed softly. Zhang Xiaofan's fate is like this. Will he lose his son in his old age? Coming back to his senses, he said, "I think you should stay as a disciple of the senior brother. Even if you don't achieve anything, you can still have a good ending."

"If you were my disciple, I'm afraid you would be in your old age..."

Zhang Xiaofan nodded to show that he understood. Now that he is a father, he has many things to consider.

Murong Ji studied Zhang Xiaoding's meridians carefully. It was really hard to describe. If there was any method to adjust these innate meridians, it would be great. Unfortunately, this method only exists in animation.

After Murong Ji noted down Zhang Xiaoding's meridians, he left.

The days became peaceful again. On Dazhu Peak, apart from the presence of Zhang Xiaofan and his son, everything else seemed to be unchanged.

But the food on Dazhu Peak is much more delicious.

When Murong Ji had nothing to do, he began to ponder the Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism, thinking about how to make it fit Zhang Xiaoding's meridians. He achieved some results, but the effect was not as good as that of his own skills.

After all, many acupuncture points and meridians are different. "It seems that only the Golden Elixir Method can save him."

The Qingyun Sect seemed to have undergone some changes due to Zhang Xiaofan's return to the mountain, and suddenly increased its exploration and support for southern Xinjiang.

As a result, some places in the north have relaxed their attention.

Twenty years have passed since then.

The sixty-year-long Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition was mentioned again, and Murong Ji came back to his senses in a daze. Time flies so fast!
Standing in the courtyard of Xiaozhu Peak, Murong Ji looked up at the night sky.

Behind him, Lu Xueqi slowly climbed up, wrapped around Murong Ji's body, and rested her chin on the socket of Murong Ji's shoulder, full of tenderness and lust.

"During this Seven Sects Martial Competition, the head brother wanted to send disciples to investigate the Demon Cult's old place. Now there is news that the Demon Cult has resurfaced."

Murong Ji nodded and held Lu Xueqi in front of him with his backhand, "Time flies so fast. I still remember when we participated in the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition."

(End of this chapter)