Chapter 392 Meeting an old friend

No one knows what Qi Hao is thinking, as human minds are hard to predict. The purpose of reconnecting the line is to prevent him from fighting with Xiao Yicai.

According to Xiao Yicai's idea, Cangsong is used to restrain Qi Hao and even Longshou Peak. Murong Ji is not optimistic about him. Is Qi Hao someone who can be manipulated by others?

Without any hesitation, he turned around and left. After returning to Wang's house, he found that Mingyang had already dealt with the matters of the two new cities. He had been staying at Wang's house these days just waiting for him to come back.

Walking into the Wang family’s gate, Murong Ji entered the yard prepared for them.

After sitting down, he took the tea that Mingyang poured for him, took a sip, and when he looked up, he found that two of his fellow apprentice brothers who came with them had actually broken through to the Shangqing realm.

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Congratulations, Junior Brother."

"It's all thanks to my senior brother for his guidance. I'm very grateful."

Murong Ji took out three immortal swords and displayed them one by one in front of him. "Since your cultivation has greatly improved, it's time to replace the original immortal sword. I want to nurture it earlier and let it blend in better."

"This……"

Murong Ji laughed and said: “Don’t be like this. You and I are from the same sect, do we need to be so particular?!” For the Qingyun Sect, two people reaching the Upper Qing realm is like the distance between two states!
It would be more than enough to send someone like Mingyang to guard a state.

Ming Yang smiled and said, "Brother Murong, that Wushi Mountain..."

Murong Ji nodded, "It's this kind of material, you have to keep a close eye on it."

Ming Yang: “I understand.”

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside, and the people in the house fell silent instantly. The footsteps stopped in the yard.

"Master Murong, the head of the family asked me to bring a few children here for you to take a look."

Murong Ji did not respond, but asked Ming Yang in a low voice, "Do you really want to bring one back? Or do you want to treat it as a direct descendant?"

Ming Yang nodded and responded in a low voice, "This was decided by Senior Brother Xiao and Patriarch Wang. The chosen child will be expelled from the clan, and the family will no longer have any contact with him."

Murong Ji frowned slightly. It was enough to just listen to this. As for the final result, it would depend on the character of the person who was chosen.

Wen Min has been in the mountains for so many years, but there is no news of her contacting the Wen family down the mountain.

If they encounter someone with bad character, who is indecisive, it will be a disaster for Qingyun Sect.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly. The Wang family also wanted to become a first-class family like the Wen family with the support of the Qingyun Sect.

"Then I'll meet him."

When I walked out of the house, I saw Nanshi Hou standing respectfully by the side, without saying anything. When he saw Murong Ji coming out, he became even more respectful.

Murong Ji looked at them one by one and found that the children of aristocratic families were indeed of much higher quality than the children of common people.

His eyes fell on a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old. She had a pretty face and was a beauty. Looking at her appearance, it was also good and could really compete with Wen Min.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, stared at the girl's eyebrows, and was silent for a moment, "Oh, you are still a strong-willed person."

"Come forward."

The girl walked up to Murong Ji and bowed respectfully, but Murong Ji ignored her and began to pinch her bones with his big hands.

She frowned in pain but gritted her teeth and said nothing. Murong Ji looked at her with a smile and deliberately increased the force.

Seeing that she was still like this, he said, "Yes, your name is Wang Xiyu?"

"Replying to the senior, I am your disciple Wang Xiyu."

Murong Ji nodded and said, "Come with us and take part in the Qingyun Trial. It depends on your luck who will accept you."

"Thank you, Senior." Seeing Murong Ji turned and left, he became anxious and shouted directly, "Senior!"

"What's wrong?" Murong Ji turned around slightly and looked, a little confused.

"Senior, I wonder if you have met my brother in the Shiwan Mountains, even if he is... even if he is just a corpse..."

Murong Ji suddenly remembered something, but seemed not to remember it. He scratched his head and asked, "Your brother's name is Wang Zongjing?"

Wang Xiyu's eyes lit up, "Senior, have you met him?"

Murong Ji didn't answer and turned and went into the house.

Inside the house, Ming Yang stood in front of the window, watching Nan Shi Hou lead everyone out, and smiled, "This man is quite selfish! Haha, Senior Brother, I think that little fat boy has a decent appearance, why didn't you even look at that child?"

Murong Ji washed his hands, picked up a clean cotton cloth and wiped them. "You all said that Nanshi Hou is very selfish, so why should I watch him?"

Ming Yang did not ask any more questions, but changed the subject and asked, "Brother, are you going back in the next few days?"

Murong Ji shook his head and said, "I still have to meet an old friend."

Ming Yang's pupils shrank, he looked at the other three people, and said in a deep voice: "Brother, you want to go to Fenxiang Valley?!"

Murong Ji put the cotton cloth on the rack and said, "I have a few words to tell you when you are on duty in Southern Xinjiang."

Ming Yang instantly became serious and said respectfully, "Please give your orders, Senior Brother."

"It's not really an order, just some idle talk." Murong Ji sat back down, reheated his tea, and said, "In southern Xinjiang, you must be careful of Fenxiang Valley. Li Xun is not someone you want to mess with."

"His strength is comparable to that of Senior Brother Xiao. I haven't come into contact with him in these years, so I don't know how good he is."

"If there is a little conflict of interest, it would be wrong to give it to them. Of course, if there is a danger to life, then hide in Fenxiang Valley, you can save your life."

"Yes, Junior Brother, I will definitely remember this."

Fenxiang Valley was closed, but their special geographical location and the layout of the sect made it impossible to completely close it off. The caravans coming from the south and the north wanted to trade, right? If they really blocked it, Fenxiang Valley would have been wiped out by now.

Again, he prefers familiar opponents to unfamiliar enemies.

The next morning, Murong Ji flew alone on his sword towards Fenxiang Valley.

Arriving in front of Fensheng Pass, Murong Ji felt a little emotional. He had come here several times and the scene was different each time.

As he walked towards the Fensheng Pass, there were not many Fenxiang Valley disciples on the city wall. There was no such aura and intimidation as to whether one would die or not.

Walking into the interior, there has been no change on both sides over the past few decades, except that there are more facilities.

With the Ten Thousand Mountains at its back, Fenxiang Valley has never been short of resources, and can support as many people as it wants without having to worry about resources.

At first glance, there are far fewer people stationed on both sides of Fenxiang Valley today.

With his hands behind his back, Murong Ji glanced around. The aura around him was not hidden, so people coming and going might not be able to sense it.

Li Xun and Yan Hong, who have reached the highest Yang level, can definitely feel it.

Not long after waiting, I saw Yan Hong walking slowly towards me.

"Senior Sister Yan Hong, it's been a long time since we last met. You're still as charming as ever." Murong Ji greeted her from a distance.

Yan Hong walked closer and said, "Looking Murong Ji up and down, how can you be sure that I am Yan Hong?"

Murong Ji smiled and said, "Senior Sister Yan Hong is more serious."

"So you're saying I'm not serious?"

Not far behind Murong Ji, another 'Yan Hong', Yan Yu, appeared out of nowhere.

"Long time no see."

"What are you here for?"

"I passed through the Shiwan Mountains to see an old friend."

Without much greeting, the three of them took Murong Ji towards the Xuanhuo Altar. Murong Ji glanced around along the way and saw that the number of disciples in Fenxiang Valley was even less than before, as if they had really declined.

This made Murong Ji a little confused about what was going on in Fenxiang Valley.

Although the current scene is what he wants to see, the problem is that if an unfamiliar force appears again in the Ten Thousand Mountains of Southern Xinjiang, it would be worse than Fenxiang Valley.

When they came to their senses, the three of them had already arrived at the Xuanhuo Altar.

"Senior brother, the person is here." Yan Hong bowed slightly and saluted towards the big lacquered red door.

"Please come in."

Li Xun's voice sounded old and a little tired. After Yan Hong pushed open the door, Murong Ji followed Yan Hong and walked forward.

Entering the Xuanhuo Altar, it was still the same as he had seen before, but there was still a hint of blood, [Beast blood?!]

"bump!"

With a slight sound, Murong Ji turned his head and saw that the door of Xuanhuo Altar had been closed. At this time, only he and Li Xun were left in Xuanhuo Altar.

Murong Ji looked around and saw the figure sitting cross-legged in the middle of the Xuanhuo Formation. His back was hunched over, as if he was crushed by something.

"Junior Brother Murong, it's been a long time."

Li Xun turned his head and discovered that the hair on both sides of his temples were as white as snow.

Murong frowned slightly, "How did it become like this?"

"You overestimated your own abilities and wanted to take advantage of the power of heaven. You only paid for it with a little bit of your lifespan."

Murong Ji looked at the surrounding black fire array, curled his lips, and said with disgust, "Oh, then you deserve it."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Murong Ji was startled. What happened to Li Xun? Looking him up and down carefully, he could sense that Li Xun's cultivation was at the eighth level of Zhiyang, and his foundation was solid.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The Xuanhuo Altar was eerily quiet.

After a long time, Li Xun said, "Can you tell me how you learned the Mysterious Fire Formation?"

Murong Ji glanced at the formations around him and said, "Just take a look and you'll learn it."

"I see. You pass on the formation to me, and I'll give you Yan Hong and Yan Yu as your concubine. How about that?"

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. Twin sisters, that's really... tempting. "If the two of them follow me, what will be left in Fenxiang Valley? A bunch of buildings?"

Li Xun sighed softly, "Their hearts are no longer in Fenxiang Valley. Junior sister is fine. She is willing to compromise for the development of the sect, but..."

"Don't try to fool me. The Incense Burning Jade Technique has a good foundation. How could it fail so quickly? When did you, Li Xun, start to scheme? Oh, you are not going to come up with another hundred-year plan, are you?"

Li Xun smiled bitterly and shook his head, "No, I just feel..."

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to him and turned to walk towards the door. Li Xun did not stop him and just watched Murong Ji walk to the door quietly.

As if he was calculating the time, he suddenly said, "When Zhang Xiaofan appeared in the Shiwan Mountains, he was seen by his disciples."

"We explored in the direction he came back from and found an interesting place."

(End of this chapter)