Chapter 386 (Added) The Rebellion in Yunzhou
Lu Xueqi nestled in Murong Ji's chest, listening to his heartbeat that was like a drum, and asked, "Will Qingqing and Qingfeng participate?"

"Let them be."

The two of them didn't say anything else. Murong Ji held her and turned into the house.

The Seven Clans Martial Competition is the grand ceremony of Qingyun Sect.

Murong Ji and Lu Xueqi flew into the Yuqing Palace one after another on their swords, and landed on the high platform inside the palace. They took a quick glance and saw that Zeng Shushu, Qi Hao and his wife, Chang De, and Chu Yuhong had already arrived.

They were old acquaintances, so there was no need to beat around the bush. After greeting each other, they didn't say anything more. Murong Ji sat a little behind Lu Xueqi.

Drink tea in silence.

Looking around, Chu Yuhong seemed to have been instructed by someone, and his strength had improved by leaps and bounds, and he was now at the sixth level of the Upper Qing Dynasty. Except for the golden elixir, the rest of his cultivation was not much different from his own.

Needless to say, apart from his cheap father, no one can get the 2.0 version of Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism from him.

[It's a pity that the foundation is a little shallow.] Murong Ji sighed a little, this level is at most at the level of Shang Zhengliangde.

Looking at Chang De, his strength is a little worse, at the fifth level of Shangqing, his foundation is weak. As the head of a lineage, it is not bad.

When I looked away, I realized that Lu Xueqi and the others had been chatting for a long time.

"Junior Sister Lu, there's news from Yunzhou that a fight broke out with the Penglai Immortal Sect a few months ago. Did you know about it?"

"I don't know. How will the head brother deal with this matter?"

Qi Hao smiled bitterly, "We haven't discussed it yet, but I prefer to fight him. After all..."

Murong Ji understood clearly that the other party had seized the territory of Tianyin Temple and they didn't want to bother with them, so they thought Qingyun Sect was easy to bully and took advantage of them.

If this isn't taught a lesson, all these years of Qingyun Sect's existence will have been in vain.

Not long after, Xiao Yicai came out from the back hall. After greeting everyone, he sat directly on the seat above.

"Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, sixty years have passed. I still remember how it felt when I participated in the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition!"

"Yes, back then, the head brother overpowered us..."

Murong Ji yawned, feeling too lazy to listen to these pleasantries. Fortunately, Xiao Yicai was also a straightforward person. After a few small talks, he directly advanced the progress of the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition.

"Master, uncle! All the teachers and fellow disciples who are participating in the competition have arrived outside the hall."

Hearing this voice, Murong Ji was startled. It was Chang Qingfeng's voice. He glanced at the entrance of Yuqing Palace and saw Chang Qingfeng bowing and clasping his fists in a respectful manner.

[Okay, okay, my apprentice has become everyone’s errand boy…]

Then he smiled bitterly. In fact, he could understand that in the Qingyun Sect nowadays, there were very few abbots and elders who accepted direct disciples.

In their generation, it was a great achievement for the eldest senior brother to accept Mu Huaizheng as his disciple.

The person who is doing this has no direct disciples except himself. Even if there are, they are not talented enough, so how can they hold up the facade?

Chang Qingfeng, his biological father is the abbot of Luoxia Peak, and his master is the direct descendant of Dazhu Peak, so he can't just order Chang Qingfeng around.

He exhaled slowly, and then heard Xiao Yicai say, "Well, bring him in."

"Yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, six of the nine doors of the Jade Purity Palace opened, and countless figures crossed the rainbow bridge, saluted and greeted Ling Zun, and stepped into the Jade Purity Palace.

In the Yuqing Palace, stand according to the position of each peak.

Murong Ji took a quick look and found that Xiaozhu Peak was not bad. Many of the younger generation of disciples had cultivation levels between the fifth and sixth levels of Yuqing.

He immediately saw the problem. Except for Chang Qingqing, Chang Qingfeng, and Mu Huaizheng, most of the remaining six disciples of Dazhu Peak were originally his own medicine boys.

He frowned slightly. This Seven Sects Martial Competition was not satisfactory. Their generation was full of direct descendants, and now they are all placed in important positions in Qingyun Sect.

"Big Brother, it's time for the other brothers to recruit disciples. Also, Xiaofan can't be left idle. Right now, the seven peaks of Qingyun Sect have gathered together these small soldiers and crab generals. What's the point?"

Murong Ji's voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly, including Qi Hao who was giving a speech in front.

Xiao Yicai smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Murong, don't joke around. How can we be so careless in accepting a direct descendant? This concerns the future of our sect, so we must consider it carefully."

Murong Ji curled his lips, "Then change the time of the Qingyun test to every five years, just like herding sheep, one is driven and a flock is released. Considering character, extend it from three years to ten years."

"If you still can't see what a person looks like, then you've lived like a dog at your age."

Xiao Yicai nodded. Everyone understood what Murong Ji meant. They must not let good seedlings fall into the hands of aristocratic families.

"Master, what do you want to say?"

Qi Hao gave up his seat and let Xiao Yicai go to the front of the stage. After saying a few words, with a shout of "The Seven Clans Martial Competition officially begins", sixty-four people poured out of the hall and walked onto the square.

Xiao Yicai and others also walked out of the Yuqing Palace, stood on the high platform in front of the palace, and watched the competition below.

Xiao Yicai suddenly sighed, "After all, it can't be compared with the last Seven Sects Martial Competition." Everyone felt a little heavy in their hearts. After a series of battles, Qingyun Sect was really having a hard time. After forty years of development, the situation has finally stabilized.

But the situation is still not good. The Demon Cult is weak, and the external pressure may not be less than that of Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley.

"Everyone, what do you think about the dispute between Penglai Immortal Sect and my sect in Yunzhou?"

As expected, Xiao Yicai mentioned this matter, and everyone's eyes were looking at Murong Ji vaguely. Qingyun Sect now has quite a few high-level combat forces.

It was no secret to them that Murong Ji was able to rival Daoxuan and Yun Yilan. Now there was Zhang Xiaofan added to the mix. Perhaps because of Zhang Xiaofan's background, they did not trust Zhang Xiaofan.

With Murong Ji around, Zhang Xiaofan couldn't cause any trouble.

Those two people are considered confident.

Furthermore, there are two people with the combat power of the eighth level of Shangqing, Lu Xueqi and Lin Jingyu. The rest are all above the standard.

"Brother Xiao, just make the decision. If you need me, let me know."

Murong Ji's voice was very calm, but it also made them feel relieved. The Qingyun Sect today could not afford any more trouble.

It is one thing to have high levels of Taoism, but is it useful for the development of a sect to rely on high levels of Taoism?
Murong Ji now remembers clearly how Changshengtang was destroyed.

He remembered that his master Tian Buyi once commented on Xiao Yicai: he was smart and alert, insightful, had a superb Taoism, and could predict things like a god.

After decades of contact, he is indeed qualified to be the headmaster of Qingyun.

Xiao Yicai smiled more, "Fellow disciples, please tell me something too."

After asking for everyone's opinions, Xiao Yicai's face suddenly became serious. "Then please, Junior Sister Lu, Junior Brother Lin, and Junior Brother Zeng, go ahead. Our Qingyun Sect is weak right now. In order to avoid any accidents, Junior Brother Murong will have to trouble you."

Murong Ji clasped his fists and saluted, "Senior Brother, you are too polite. This time, Senior Brother Zeng will take charge. Dealing with the Yunzhou family is not our strong point."

"That's fine too."

After a day of competition, Murong Ji and Lu Xueqi returned to their room at Tongtian Peak and had a simple meal.

After falling asleep, Lu Xueqi suddenly asked a question: "You seem to trust Xiao Yicai very much."

Murong Ji hugged Lu Xueqi and said softly, "I just think he is suitable to be the head of the sect. Everyone is good at different things. Xiao Yi is suitable for managing the sect. Why don't you support him?"

He turned over and let Lu Xueqi lie on his chest, and his big hands slowly stroked her beautiful back that was as smooth as jade.

"I know what you are worried about. You are worried that the aristocratic families will erode the foundation of Qingyun Sect, right? Don't worry. If Xiao Yicai didn't have the confidence to solve it, he wouldn't have started the Qingyun Trial."

"After the Beast God Rebellion, Master Daoxuan gradually lost his mind and became unstable. Several of Changmen's uncles were injured and dying. However, Xiao Yicai stayed by his side for such a long time without any injury. This shows his ability."

"The Qingyun Trial is a brilliant move. It connects the world's noble families and opens up a way for Qingyun Sect to recruit disciples. In another forty years, Qingyun Sect will be in a completely different situation."

Lu Xueqi felt a little relieved and said no more.

A few days later, the Seven Clans Martial Competition ended. Murong Ji stood in front of the Yuqing Palace and looked at Chang Qingfeng who was showing off. Winning the first place in the competition was nothing. What was more important was that he defeated Chang Qingqing again.

Murong Ji glanced at the other three people, one was a disciple of Qi Hao, one was from Xiaozhu Peak, and one was from Chaoyang Peak.

Unfortunately, he is not a direct descendant and can only be trained as a core disciple.

Murong Ji stretched lazily. For Qingyun Sect, loyalty is always the first assessment criterion. The so-called character examination is actually to see what kind of person he is.

For example, if you give a way out to an honest and taciturn person, he will remember you for the rest of his life. No one knows what a clever and versatile disciple is thinking.

In fact, that’s not entirely true. These things can only be learned through human observation.

Murong Ji watched the men fly away on their swords, and then he withdrew his gaze. No matter what, he was more willing to pay attention to children from poor families than to disciples from aristocratic families.

Because these people have no other choice but Qingyun Sect, and have nowhere else to go. Disciples from aristocratic families are different. Their education and cognition are all ungrateful to Qingyun Sect.

"Junior Brother Murong, let's go!"

Zeng Shushu called out, and Murong Ji looked over with his hands in his pockets. Lin Jingyu no longer had the same enthusiasm as before, but that was nothing. The two of them had different perceptions, so they just stopped getting together.

The four of them flew away on their swords, heading straight for Yunzhou in the north.

Yunzhou.

This is where the Qingyun Sect and Tianyin Temple border each other.

For hundreds of years, the Qingyun Sect and the Tianyin Temple had been on good terms and had never fallen out with each other. If there were any problems on the border between the two sects, they would always be discussed and ironed out.

Now that something has gone wrong here, it's still a bit disorienting.

Since Murong Ji landed outside Yunzhou City and walked into the city, Zeng Shushu was also straightforward and took a few people directly to the City Lord's Mansion.

(End of this chapter)