Chapter 393 Do you dislike me for being old now? (Updated)

Murong Ji was startled, paused, turned back slightly, looked at Li Xun's appearance, walked back, sat cross-legged opposite Li Xun, and said, "Tell me your conditions."

"Mysterious Fire Formation, Heavenly Fire."

"Okay. But I can't pass it to you! Choose someone..."

"You choose the person. He will be the next generation master of Fenxiang Valley."

Murong Ji was stunned. Has Fenxiang Valley really hit rock bottom? In this situation...

After a long silence, Murong Ji finally came back to his senses. Before he could speak, he heard Li Xun say, "You spend a night with my junior sister, and I will find a kind of witchcraft..."

"Fuck off!"

After getting the address from Li Xun, Murong Ji left the Xuanhuo Altar, looked at the sky outside, and sighed. Things in the world are unpredictable. Back then, the three ancestors joined forces to fight against the invasion of the Demon Cult.

After that, they fought for many years and finally suppressed it. Now, they have to join forces to maintain their status.

The world is about to change. Countless families and sects are rising, and there are countless hunters lurking in the dark corners.

After receiving Li Xun's order, the younger generation of disciples of Fenxiang Valley gathered in the Shanhe Hall. Murong Ji stood in the back hall, lifted the curtain and looked into the hall.

Wow, more than 500 people. These disciples of Fenxiang Valley are quite something. Their qualifications are generally very high, better than most of the younger generation of Qingyun Sect.

If we allow them to grow up, it won't be a problem for Fenxiang Valley to return to its peak.

Moreover, most of those who were called here were direct descendants.

"Tell me which one can still pass your eyes." The voice was a little coquettish, but it made people feel itchy while speaking.

Murong Ji frowned slightly. This was Yan Yu, who looked a little unserious. He turned his head slightly and saw Yan Hong standing not far behind him, staring at him blankly.

Murong Ji casually pointed at a disciple, and Yan Yu immediately took him into the back hall.

Without saying anything, he just gave him the formation diagram and asked him to teach him step by step? That's nonsense. "Junior Sister Yan Hong, Qingyun Sect has established itself in Southern Xinjiang, please take care of it."

Seeing him nod in agreement, Murong Ji did not stay any longer and walked directly out of the Shanhe Palace.

After leaving Fenxiang Valley, Murong Ji looked back, then retracted his gaze and flew back to the Wang family on his sword.

A few days later, Murong Ji returned to Qingyun with two fellow disciples who had broken through the Shangqing realm, Fang Qiong's coffin, and Wang Xiyu.

Tongtian Peak, Qingyun Villa.

Murong Ji flew his sword to the gate of Qingyun Villa. After putting Wang Xiyu down, he glanced at Chang Qingqing who came out in a hurry.

It's her turn today.

Looking up at Qingyun Villa and counting the days, the Qingyun Trial is now halfway through. In another month or so, the competition will begin.

It would be a bit disadvantageous for Wang Xiyu to squeeze more people in at this time.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, watching Wang Xiyu staring at him stubbornly. He gradually became aware of what was going on and was about to speak.

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, Wang Xiyu knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Master!"

Murong Ji took a breath of cold air. This is a scam! With a flick of his sleeve, an invisible force directly dragged Wang Xiyu up, "Don't shout nonsense. Having two stupid disciples is enough to bother you!"

"Master?!! How am I stupid! You are clearly talking about Qingfeng! Don't take me with you!"

Murong Ji's mouth twitched, "Find her a room and give her a copy of Qing Feng Jue." He originally wanted to maintain the fairness of the competition, but now he can't. If he gives her some care and she continues to rely on him, what should he do?

He didn't bother to pay attention to them and just flew away on his sword.

Chang Qingqing watched her master go to Tongtian Peak, then turned to look at Wang Xiyu, looked her up and down, and suddenly, her eyes lit up.

He took out a booklet from his bosom and raised his head slightly, "Take the oath now!"

Wang Xiyu: “Ah?”

……

After reaching Tongtian Peak, Murong Ji walked into Yuqing Palace. It was empty inside, so he sat down on a chair.

As soon as I sat down, a senior brother brought me tea.

They are all core figures of Qingyun Sect. After chatting for a while, the man went to the back and called Xiao Yicai.

Murong Ji had just taken a sip when Xiao Yicai walked in. He immediately stood up and saluted, "Senior Brother Xiao."

"Junior Brother Murong, you're back. You've worked hard." Xiao Yicai sat directly next to Murong Ji and listened to Murong Ji's narration of the mission.

After Murong Ji finished speaking, Xiao Yi put down his teacup and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, the rise of the Wang family is somewhat related to Junior Brother Murong."

Murong Ji was stunned and a little surprised.

Seeing this, Xiao Yicai smiled and continued, "The Quanzhen Sect that you founded back then is now considered a first-class sect in Southern Xinjiang. The old patriarch of the Wang family is a Quanzhen disciple."

Murong Ji nodded and said no more. He was just going there to do nothing in this mission. It was nonsense to say that he was going to arrest Cangsong.

"I also went to Fenxiang Valley this time."

Xiao Yicai paused, his expression gradually became solemn, and he listened quietly to Murong Ji's next words.

"Li Xun has already reached the seventh level of Zhiyang. In my opinion, he will break through to the eighth level in a few years." Murong Ji glanced at Xiao Yicai and said, "During the great catastrophe of the Beast God, there was a shadow of the ancient witch clan."

"Let's not talk about anything else. Yan Hong suddenly had a twin sister. I guess they are from the ancient witch clan. Moreover, there is news about those incense gods."

"I thought, after three to five years, I will go and investigate." Xiao Yicai was silent for a long time, then he said: "Okay, the matter in Southern Xinjiang is serious, and it involves the future of Qingyun. After three years, I will gather manpower and go to investigate again."

Murong Ji said no more, and the two of them talked about some recent events in the sect, which was considered a casual chat. After that, Murong Ji returned to Dazhu Peak.

After the Qingyun Examination, Xiao Yicai changed the date of the examination to once every three years.

A year later, Murong Ji looked at the list in his hand and found that Wang Xiyu had indeed become Zeng Shushu's disciple.

He was somewhat skeptical. Zeng Shushu might not be attracted to Wang Xiyu because of her looks, but was probably attracted to her because of her beautiful face.

I have to say that the little girl is really pretty and smart.

"Uncle Murong, my master said that he has no more alchemy materials, and asked me to come to you..."

Murong Ji's eyelids sank, and he almost had the word "get out" written on his face. Seeing that he was a junior, he didn't lose his temper after all.

He looked the boy up and down and found his talent to be acceptable. Then he leaned back on the recliner and asked, "What's your name?"

"Disciple Ouyang Jianqiu."

"Qingfeng, try his quality." As soon as the words fell, Chang Qingfeng walked in from outside and dragged Ouyang Jianqiu out.

After a while, Chang Qingfeng came in and saluted, "Master, Junior Brother Ouyang is at the fourth level of Yuqing, and his foundation is not bad."

Murong Ji nodded and said, "Find him a few bags of alchemy materials and send them to Chaoyang Peak."

"Yes."

Murong Ji picked up a booklet with a list of the younger generation of disciples. He turned to the page about Ouyang Jianqiu and began to read it carefully.

"No wonder he wanted to be his chief disciple."

He put down the book and picked up a meridian map. That was Zhang Xiaoding's meridians. The growth of the demon race has always been slow, but their foundation is solid, while the human race is the opposite.

"No one can save him except the Golden Elixir Method." Murong Ji rubbed his swollen forehead, but he didn't want to spread the Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism that he practiced.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a child in the future as a foundation for them?

The meridians of this man and the monster are perfectly combined, it's really... speechless, the roads at both ends are blocked.

With a light sigh, Murong Ji suddenly had an idea in his mind, as if he had thought of something. After thinking about it carefully, he came up with an idea.

"Will the growth of the demon race be based on their cultivation in the early stages?"

Without saying anything more, he went out to find Zhang Xiaofan.

Two years later.

Murong Ji was lying on the recliner, watching Zhang Xiaoding, who was playing with Dahuang outside the yard. Zhang Xiaoding, who was only four years old, was running around non-stop.

He has the blood of the demon race, but his body is exceptionally strong.

Retracting his gaze, Murong Ji looked at Lu Xueqi beside him, concentrating on handling the affairs of Xiaozhu Peak.

Unconsciously, my eyes fell on her lower abdomen. There was no movement...

Pregnancy is something that really cannot be forced. Murong Ji and Lu Xueqi are both high-level Shangqing fighters, and their body cells are extremely active, but being too active is not a good thing.

"What are you looking at?"

Murong Ji came back to his senses instantly, looked up and saw Lu Xueqi's deep gaze.

"Do you want me to take in a few concubines for you?" Lu Xueqi's voice was light, but to Murong Ji's ears, it sounded extremely cold.

Only then did he realize that in this era, the inability to get pregnant seemed to be blamed on women!

Murong Ji was about to explain when he heard Lu Xueqi continue, "I think the white fox is good. Oh, by the way, there's also that Jin Ping'er, right?"

As she spoke, Lu Xueqi tilted her head slightly, looking innocent and cute. If Murong Ji didn't know her well, he would have believed it.

"Xueqi, we are already an old married couple..."

"You dislike me for being old?!"

"I……"

Murong Ji wanted to hit his head against a wall and die. What on earth was going on? Why did Lu Xueqi suddenly become unreasonable?

Seeing that Lu Xueqi's eyes were getting colder, Murong Ji turned over and hugged her directly in his arms, "How old are you? You're already saying you're old. We're not even a hundred years old yet, how can that be compared to that?"

He forcibly carried Lu Xueqi into the house.

Lu Xueqi's resistance was very fierce, and Murong could clearly feel that she felt a little aggrieved, which was strange.

Outside the house, Chang Qingqing and Chang Qingfeng listened to the constant sound of ping-pong balls inside, which was really lively.

"Um, are the master and his wife arguing?!"

"probably."

After a question and an answer, the two looked at each other and walked out of the yard at the same time, fearing that they would be affected.

The noise in the house continued, and Murong Ji's voice, as if coaxing a child, was heard from time to time, and gradually the sound subsided.

At some point, the sound of splashing water was heard...

At night, the moonlight spread in the yard, like water and frost. The table in front of the door was still there, not moved at all.

(End of this chapter)