Chapter 390: Power and Selfishness
Afterwards, Murong Ji picked up the booklet and read through it bit by bit. Who on earth could make all the elders in charge of the Discipline Hall give him face? ! !

"Ma Diancheng! Humph! The Chengliang Ma family! It's really scary!"

Hearing the whispers outside, it was obviously his group of disciples who were asking what had happened.

Murong Ji's anger subsided a little, but his face was still gloomy. Now that he thought about it, Xiao Yicai was using people as knives.

This person may not be me, it could also be Lu Xueqi, Qi Hao and others.

The people behind this are quite powerful, and there are many noble families affiliated with Qingyun Sect. They have stayed with the sect through several catastrophes. Murong Ji also has a good impression of them.

[With that background, how could he not know the rules of Qingyun Sect? ! ! And he would not allow his disciples to do whatever they want. ]

"Master, everyone is here."

Murong Ji walked to the door and glanced at the disciples standing on both sides, "Qingfeng, go to Tongtian Peak and get the information of Ma Diancheng, the disciple who was selected for the second Qingyun Trial."

"Yes, master."

Murong Ji glanced at the twenty or so disciples. He knew that they were ranked according to their strength and ability, even though he had never cared about how they were ranked.

I walked back and forth in front of the door, and now I had the answer in my mind, I was not so angry anymore.

There are many important positions in Qingyun Sect, including those of Murong Ji's teachers, and the Elders' Hall. How could they possibly act recklessly?

This Ma Diancheng is most likely a trick, a way to deal with the children of aristocratic families in large quantities. Although the Qingyun Sect has declined, not everyone wants it!
Pausing, Murong Ji looked at his group of disciples and asked, "Have you ever violated the precepts in these days?!"

After waiting for a while, no one answered, Murong Ji said in a deep voice: "Are you sure?!"

"Master, my fellow disciples are... not sociable. They are either practicing or refining medicine..."

Chang Qingqing's voice sounded weakly.

Murong Ji nodded. He believed what he said. These people were orphans left after a catastrophe. They didn't have good aptitude, but they had very good character.

He took them in as his disciples to assist him in refining medicines and weapons, and after so many years of training, each of them had developed his own special skills.

I felt relieved.

He knew how difficult it was to cultivate one's life and temper one's character, and he was always very strict with his disciples.

The sudden increase in power, without the corresponding state of mind to support it, would lead to a catastrophic disaster if it continued to be achieved.

Murong Ji glanced at the twenty or so disciples, walked slowly, and said in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter if you are born rich or poor, once you become my disciple, you will be reborn."

"I am Murong Ji's disciple, and my status is no worse than that of a young master from an aristocratic family!"

"If you practice well, you can achieve something. Lay a good foundation, and after you have achieved something, you can cultivate your mind. However, I will not allow anyone among my disciples who cannot distinguish right from wrong and do evil!"

"You better save your breath! As a member of the Dazhu Peak lineage, you may have poor skills, but you cannot have bad character!"

After a scolding, Murong Ji finally vented the anger in his heart and looked at the disciples who were sitting on the chairs and were as scared as quails.

Murong Ji continued, "You haven't made any mistakes yet. I will also draw a path for you. Minor mistakes can be forgiven, but if they are unforgivable, I will personally send you away! I've made note of all of this!"

"Yes!" Everyone answered in unison. Murong Ji waved his hand, signaling them to go down and practice.

After everyone left the house, Lu Xueqi walked in, "Why are you so angry?"

Murong Ji looked at the ground with a gloomy expression. "I just asked Qingqing to get a record of the Discipline Hall. Wow, one year's record is thicker than our ten-year record at that time."

"This is going to cause an uproar! And someone comes to plead for mercy?!" Murong Ji pointed at the booklet and roared in a low voice.

Discipline is essential for any family or sect. Once the discipline of Qingyun Sect becomes meaningless, the heroic spirit of the disciples will disappear.

Murong Ji's eyes were full of fierceness, "I should tell Xiao Yicai that I will be in charge of the sect's rules from now on! If someone who made a mistake wants to beg for mercy, I will show him how to save his face!"

Lu Xueqi flipped through the books on the table and then said, "Master Jiao has always been strict and never showed mercy to others. I'm afraid there is some hidden story behind this."

Jiao Wenxi, the younger sister of Master's Wife Su Ru and also Xiao Shi's mother, has always been a low-key and strict person. Over the years, she has been in charge of the Discipline Hall and has never made any mistakes.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly and nodded, "I don't know, I want to go check it out later."

Lu Xueqi thought for a moment before saying, "Leave this matter to me."

Murong Ji was silent for a long time, but finally nodded and said no more.

In the afternoon, Tian Ling'er and his wife came back. Murong Ji took a glance and saw Tian Ling'er's slightly bulging belly. He was stunned for a moment.

They are a couple who are truly blessed!

Turning his head to look at Lu Xueqi's belly, he didn't know when his baby would come. It would be best if it was a girl.

Turning around, Murong Ji stepped forward to congratulate. Qi Hao's face was flushed, and he could not hide his smile. He entered the Shoujing Hall and took his seat. Wen Min took Lu Xueqi and Tian Ling'er to the inner hall.

Murong Ji waited for a long time, but did not see his second senior brother and others coming. Just as he was about to ask, he saw his eldest senior brother coming over with a jar of wine.

"No need to wait for the second brother and the others, it's just the three of us today."

In an instant, Murong Ji's face froze. He looked at Qi Hao, then at his senior brother, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Qi Hao was a smart man and could probably guess some of Murong Ji's thoughts. He took a bowl and poured a glass of wine for Murong Ji.

"Let's drink first today, and then we can get together when the brothers are free."

Murong Ji didn't say anything, nor did he refuse. He looked at the dishes on the table and instantly lost his appetite. He picked up the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp.

He glanced at the somewhat embarrassed senior brother Song Daren and the smiling Qi Hao, clasped his fists and said, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother Qi, we are not outsiders. If you have anything to say, just say it directly. Why do this?"

Song Daren looked at Qi Hao without saying anything. He sat aside and poured himself a glass of wine, which meant that it had nothing to do with him anymore.

Murong Ji turned to look at Qi Hao, and Qi Hao's face became a little stiff. "Today, there are some things that I want to discuss with Junior Brother Murong."

After waiting for a while, seeing that Murong Ji was still looking at him, Qi Hao couldn't help but sigh and asked softly, "Brother Murong, what do you think of the reforms of the head brother?"

Murong Ji knew in his heart that Qi Hao had some thoughts that he shouldn't have. Since the path of Taoism was hopeless, he could only seek excitement in power.

"Your path is cut off?"

Qi Hao was stunned and his face looked a little ugly, but he did not deny it. After picking up the wine bowl, he nodded and drank it in one gulp.

"In the beginning, it was Xiao Yicai and I who decided on the reform strategy. Qi Hao, you were also present during the subsequent discussions. Now the reform is beginning to show results."

"When Qingyun Sect is about to get out of the quagmire, you want to stir up trouble?!!"

Murong Ji's voice was a little sharp, and the anger that could not be suppressed in his tone could not be concealed. Murong Ji's voice was filled with murderous aura, and although he had never held a high position, his power was not weaker at all.

"Old Seven!"

Murong Ji glanced at his senior brother, but he suppressed his anger and drank the wine in his bowl in one gulp. "I only have one thing to say. If it were in the past, I would not bother to care about those struggles for power and profit."

"Now, the Qingyun Sect is about to sink. We have finally patched up the holes and set sail again. At this time, I will deal with anyone who causes trouble! If it really comes to that, don't blame me for being merciless!"

The voice was not loud, but it made the listeners feel sad. Could Murong Ji really let go of the relationship they had had for many years?
"Brother Murong, if I become the head of the sect, I may not be worse than Xiao Yicai!"

"You also said that it might not be the case. But he has done it now." Murong Ji drank the wine, his face turned a little red, and his tone became much softer.

"Brother Qi, Qingyun Sect has been passed down for nineteen generations. After more than fifteen hundred years, it is time for it to decline. I can see it, but... not now."

"The shortcut begins at the fifth level of Shangqing. When you reach the ninth level, you can sense the hazy energy of heaven and earth. I will not hide it from you. This world is changing. In a few hundred years, it will definitely undergo great changes!"

"Uncle Daoxuan was determined to break into the Dead Abyss just to confirm this news. Haha, do you dare to believe it?!"

"The world is changing drastically. What direction should humanity take? It all depends on this critical juncture." Murong Ji stood up, straightened the lotus crown on his head, and his face was a little gloomy. "Uncle Cangsong can escape from Qingyun Mountain. Brother Qi, you definitely can't escape!"

Murong Ji took out a booklet from his arms, which was recorded when he was studying Shangguan Ce.

Shangguan Ce's major is the fire power of Yanfa, and his minor is cold energy. For Qi Hao, it is of great significance to learn from him, and it is not a bad idea to continue his broken path. The most important thing is the Tai Chi diagram.

He put the book down and pressed it on the table, then turned and walked to the door. He seemed to have thought of something and said in a deep voice: "Today, I will pretend that nothing happened. Today is a bad day. When I come back from Southern Xinjiang, we brothers will get together again."

He walked out the door, with his hands behind his back.

Murong Ji was in a bad mood. They were not fools. How could they not see the situation of Qingyun Sect?

Because of lust for power and selfishness, they pushed the Qingyun Sect, which was recovering, into the mire again? What was he thinking?

The next day.

Murong Ji took Taoist Mingyang and several fellow brothers and sisters at the eighth or ninth level of Yuqing to southern Xinjiang.

Murong Ji was well-known, so he naturally didn't need to worry about the rest and meals along the way, as they were all taken care of by Taoist Mingyang.

"Brother Murong, this is for you."

Murong Ji took the dry food handed to him by Mingyang, took a bite, and looked at Taoist Mingyang sitting next to him.

The two had met at the Seven Clans Martial Competition that year. Sixty years later, Taoist Mingyang actually broke through to the Shangqing realm.

This aptitude is already very good. You know, Qi Hao and Lord Song are still polishing their foundation.

(End of this chapter)