Chapter 402 Exclusive for the Powerful

"Hubby! Don't be afraid! I won't hurt you. You are under a lot of pressure right now. I will help you...I will help you!"

"no need."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a cool sensation all over his body. His originally tense body suddenly relaxed inexplicably. It was a very comfortable feeling.

Murong Ji looked at Qu Tong's face which was so close to him. There was a light blue halo in his eyes. The halo was very faint. If it were not for his rich experience and strong soul, it would have been difficult to detect.

Gradually relaxing, Murong Ji knew that she was helping him to comb his meridians and bones, which could help him relieve the burden.

A few hours later, Murong Ji stood up from the sofa and stretched his waist, his muscles and bones crackling. [Shuangquan Hands are really amazing!]

He glanced at Qu Tong, then turned and walked into the guest room.

A few days later, Murong Ji came out of the woods wearing a black robe with a hood and carrying a box. After putting all the money into his backpack, he returned home and let out a long sigh of relief.

With the money, Murong Ji began to think about his future path of cultivation.

With Beibei here, if I want to go directly into the mountains to practice, that will be more than ten years later. So now, all I can do is...

Murong Ji was suddenly startled, and sighed softly, "Let's take a test first, ah..."

No matter what, we must first obtain the qualifications to survive in this society, but the ways to obtain them...

Suddenly, Murong Ji raised his head abruptly, "How about going to college again?!" He leaned over and took out the box under the coffee table.

There are various documents inside.

South China Medical University. When I opened the photo, I saw that Qu Tong was really pretty when she was in school. She looked lively and beautiful in the photo.

Picking up another diploma, from South China University of Technology, Murong Ji's mouth twitched. It seemed that he didn't need to take the exam anymore, and could just go and attend classes.

There is also a diploma from studying abroad. Apart from anything else, Qu Tong is definitely a genius in medicine. Murong Ji frowned slightly. Perhaps it is because of this that she was favored by the people behind Yaoxing Society?
There was also a photo album in the box. Murong Ji looked at them one by one and couldn't help but twitch his mouth. They were all photos of his original body when he was used as a sandbag for Qu Tong to practice.

After closing the photo album, I couldn't help but rub my forehead, as if all the boyfriends of doctors and nurses have a fate that they can't escape...

There is emotion, but not much.

"The two universities are not far away, so let's rent a house." He didn't want to live at home, or rather, live with Qu Tong.

A few days later, Murong Ji stood in front of the gate of the Medical University and slowly exhaled. He had never lived in the south, but he still wanted to experience going to college again.

Time flies, and several months have passed. Murong Ji has been in various classrooms and has learned a lot of theoretical knowledge, coupled with his own accumulation of medical knowledge.

With a little change, he was already not inferior to the instructor. He couldn't take the practical courses, so he could only learn some theoretical knowledge. Murong Ji stretched lazily and said, "I won't come tomorrow."

Cultivation is really a money-eating beast. In just a few days, the huge sum of two million has been almost spent by him.

Standing at the school gate, Murong Ji was a little worried because he hadn't passed the test to get his certificate yet. After thinking about it, he realized that even if he passed the test he wouldn't be able to treat patients openly.

If you don't care about anything, you will just end up causing trouble. Being involved in trouble will only cause trouble. It is better to go back to your old ways secretly.

[Practice hard in the future, you can think about refining equipment, and still sell it to those powerful people! ]

With an idea in mind, I plunged into South China University of Technology and took courses in materials science.

In the afternoon, Murong Ji walked out of the school gate with a tired look. When he looked up, he saw Qu Tong not far away. He and Bei Bei were standing beside the car, waving at him constantly.

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead. The two seemed to be divorced, but also seemed not to be divorced. This situation was troublesome. A qualified ex should be as quiet as a dead person.

I got in Qu Tong's car and went straight home. As soon as I entered the house, I saw a table full of dishes in the restaurant, all placed on plates.

"This is……"

"Honey! I got a promotion!" Qu Tong was like a little girl, waiting for Murong Ji's praise, and Murong Ji cooperated by touching her head.

Then he picked up Beibei and sat down to eat.

After dinner, Murong Ji sat on the sofa, watching Qu Tong busy in the kitchen, while she was humming a little tune.

Finally, his eyes fell on the name card on the coffee table. He was a top student from a medical university. He could be considered a genius if he graduated in his twenties.

But he suddenly gave up medicine and went into media.

Picking up the work badge, Murong Ji glanced at it: Yaoxing Society, editor-in-chief.

"The shining star, the prosperous star of the season, is in the northeast direction of Chou, Gen and Yin. It is one of the nine stars, the Eight White Star." Murong Ji put down his work badge.

His eyes darkened and fell on the laptop that Qu Tong had placed aside. After thinking for a moment, he took it and searched for Yaoxing Society.

It was originally established in 1996 as a Japanese media company. Its equity changed in the 2000s, and now the largest shareholder is Nadutong? ! !
The corners of Murong Ji's mouth twitched unconsciously. After thinking about it carefully, it was indeed reasonable. No matter who it was, no one would feel comfortable with the existence of such a foreign organization of aliens in the country.

After coming to his senses, he put the computer back.

At night, Murong Ji walked out of the room and was about to open the door to go out when a voice came from behind him, "Husband, where are you going?"

Murong Ji looked back and saw Qu Tong standing at the door of the master bedroom in pajamas. "I won't ask about your secrets and you don't have to bother me." After saying that, he walked out.

Following the previous operation, he sneaked into the hospital, changed into the doctor's work clothes, wrapped himself tightly, and entered the top floor ward.

He looked around and stopped at a middle-aged man. He felt his pulse and fed him a pill. "I need money now. If... uh..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the middle-aged man motioning him to look at a box beside him. It was a full box with more than three million.

Murong Ji was not pretentious. He put down a bottle of pills and instructed, "One pill every ten days." Then he took the money and left, walked out of the hospital, walked around for a long time, entered Baiyun Mountain, and walked around for another long time.

When he returned, he found that someone was following him.

"Hmph!" Without saying anything more, he put the money into his backpack and returned home.

After putting the money away, he realized that he had not even reached the second level of Yuqing yet. Only after reaching the fourth level of Yuqing could he barely refine the weapon.

To develop combat power, one has to wait until one reaches the sixth level of Yuqing.

The next morning, Murong Ji went to various major pharmacies to collect medicinal materials. With his current social status, he could hardly afford high-quality medicinal materials, as they were exclusive to the powerful and wealthy.

There is no other way, I can only try to pick some good herbs. These herbs can't even extract much medicinal essence, so what great effect can they have?

It was helpless, but Murong Ji had no choice. In his previous life, he had the support of Qingyun Sect, and in his previous life, he had the support of Mantuo Villa.

Now it’s my turn, it’s really…

This is not a solution, so Murong Ji turned his attention to the surrounding mountains. There are many mountains around Guangzhou.

To the north are the Nanling Mountains, and to the west are the Tianlu, Yunwu and other mountains. It’s a great place.

Taking advantage of the summer vacation in Beibei, Murong Ji said hello to Qu Tong and plunged into the Nanling Mountains.

Nanling, also known as the Five Ridges, is the largest dragon vein in the south and also the most complex one.

Murong Ji stood in Yaoshan Mountain, looking at the endless mountains and rivers in the north.

Having seen the spiritual energy of the world of Zhu Xian, when he looks at the feng shui of China's mountains again, even if he doesn't understand landscape physiognomy, he can still see some clues.

These mountains are completely devoid of spiritual energy and have been lifeless for hundreds of years.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji sighed softly, "It's the Dharma Ending Age." No wonder his cultivation speed was slow. The environment of heaven and earth was like this, and cultivation was difficult.

He walked up the mountain and began to collect herbs among the mountains.

In China, there has always been a concept of dragon veins, which can be considered a kind of feng shui and physiognomy. Just like the method of stargazing, the method is the same, but the starry sky is viewed differently.

The same is true for physiognomy and feng shui. The wind has to go and the water has to flow. No matter what, the mountains are there. To summarize the rules, no matter how you express them, they are all the same things.

There is an old saying: The sky lacks the northwest, and the earth lacks the southeast. Therefore, most dragon veins run from west to east and from north to south.

For example, some of the songs that Murong Ji had heard.

In the north, there are Feiyan Mountains, with Kunlun and Qin in the middle, Dabie Mountain on the bus, and Nanling Mountains to the south.

Daxing Taihang Wuwuling, Luliang Yellow River is formed by the natural flow, Changbai and Wuyi have snow-capped peaks, and Taiwan’s dragon vein is located in the east.

Helan in the north, Liupan in the middle, Hengduan in the south.

It is located in the Altai Mountains in the northwest and Lesser Khingan Mountains in the northeast. The Karakoram Mountains are not visible, but Qinghai calls it Qilian.

When he came to his senses, Murong Ji was already in the deep mountains of Nanling.

Chinese medicinal materials are good things. In the hands of an alchemist like him, they are even better things.

After half a month, his backpack was full of things. Anything he liked was a good thing.

"Someone come! The medicinal herbs have been stolen! Search the mountain! Search the mountain quickly!"

Suddenly, a roar was heard from the mountains. Murong Ji had just dug out a plant of Morinda officinalis and had no time to deal with it when he was startled by the howl.

In these deep mountains and old forests, the people there are so scary that they can scare people to death!
"The medicinal herbs were stolen? Damn it!" Murong Ji's face turned green. This was exactly what happened to him. The resources for cultivation were scarce, and it would take hundreds of years for each plant to grow.

"Is the monopoly so strong? They have monopolized the entire mountain!" After saying this, he hurriedly processed the herbs, put them into his backpack, and ran down the mountain.

The South has always been a place with deep clan concepts. He also had an idea in his mind that his behavior was no less serious than digging up someone's ancestral graves.

Suddenly, Murong Ji was startled. Digging up the ancestral graves? ! ! He couldn't care less. If he didn't hurry up, he would be caught.

[I need to refine the storage ring quickly. Carrying a bag all day can't hold much stuff, and it's easy to be exposed.]

As soon as he reached the mountainside, all the main roads leading to Shaoguan were blocked. Fortunately, he didn't drive, otherwise it would only be a matter of time before he was exposed.

(End of this chapter)