Chapter 436: Being popular and pleasing others are two different things
Without saying anything more, he took Qu Tong and walked out of the house.

"Murong boy, you stay first."

Murong Ji was stunned and a little surprised. Qu Tong looked into the room thoughtfully. There were only four people left, two foreigners, the old Taoist priest and Murong Ji.

Without saying anything more, he walked out the door, looked back, closed the door, and waited in the yard.

Murong Ji walked to Zhang Zhiwei and continued to be invisible. Zhang Zhiwei was old and shrewd, so he knew Murong Ji's plan. He wanted to understand them before they understood him.

"Dean, you are not here just to stroll around this time, right?" Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but sigh after he finished speaking.

Isaac said slowly: "Someone has mobilized the power of God. Let's track down that person. As we chased him, we arrived in China."

"Then I thought about it and realized that there would be a big chaos when I returned this time, so I thought of asking you, old Heavenly Master, to help me quell the chaos."

Zhang Zhiwei was silent for a moment, then sighed again, "I'm sorry, Dean, I'm sorry to disappoint you. The situation here may not be any better."

The two old men were a little depressed and no one spoke.

Murong Ji and the middle-aged man looked at each other, both of them were confused, and turned their eyes away at the same time.

In fact, Murong Ji also had some guesses in his mind. He was afraid that it had something to do with the legacy of the Ascension, the foreign God...

"It seems that we are facing the same problem..."

"Forget it, let's talk about it later." Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the middle-aged alchemist and asked in a low voice: "Is this the successor you chose?"

Dean Isaac glanced at Murong Ji and said, "Just like you, this is the most suitable person I can find to inherit my will."

The old Taoist priest looked at him with a half-smile, feeling somewhat smug, and having a strong desire to show off, but it was uncomfortable to suppress it.

"Well, let these two relatives meet in advance. They will have to work together in the future."

Then the two old men looked at Murong Ji and the middle-aged man.

The two men looked at each other, Murong Ji extended his hand first, and after shaking hands, he returned to his original position.

This counts as acquaintance, even though Murong Ji doesn't know his name.

"Well, Dean, please stay. Tomorrow, two outstanding young people will come to compete for the qualification to inherit my title of Heavenly Master."

Isaac's face darkened, "Old Master, isn't your successor this young man?!"

"Hahaha! I'm not kidding you. This kid will replace me in the future, but my position as Heavenly Master must be inherited by someone else."

Isaac nodded and looked at Zhang Zhiwei with some envy, "I forgot that the situation here is... a little..."

After chatting for a while, Zhang Zhiwei asked Rongshan to arrange accommodation for the two international friends.

The old Taoist priest stood with his hands behind his back, looking out the door, and suddenly asked, "Murong boy, what do you think we should do if chaos breaks out again and the company can't control it?"

Murong Ji said calmly: "Kill him. If not, will you keep him for the New Year?"

Zhang Zhiwei sneered: "Humph! Kill? Kill whom?"

Murong Ji's eyes turned cold, and he said slowly: "Whoever causes trouble will be killed! We won't talk about the sworn brotherhood of the thirty-six thieves for historical reasons."

"Let's talk about Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, Feng Xingtong, and other people who inherited the skills. Are they wrong? The skills were inherited from our ancestors. What's wrong with them?"

"If they are not wrong, then who is wrong?"

Murong Ji's voice became colder and colder, "The fault lies with those greedy people who killed people for treasures. Well, use coercion and inducement to kill the whole family! That's good, but you should be prepared to have your sect destroyed and your entire family exterminated."

"No matter who they are, send them to see their own ancestor. It doesn't matter whether they are here to complain or file a complaint. If it really doesn't work, let the ancestor talk."

"Lü Dongbin, Chen Tuan, Zhang Boduan, and Wang Chongyang are all top-notch among the ascenders. Let them talk. They will eventually understand each other."

Master Tian: "..."

He then reacted and yelled, "How arrogant! Even I, an old man, dare not say that you can come back from this mountain in one piece. How can you withstand the Dan Devouring of the Tang Sect?!"

Murong Ji looked calm, "If it really comes to that, I am not as skilled as others, and I deserve it."

"Hahahahahaha, kid, you have a wife and a daughter, are you so willing to give it up?"

Murong Ji took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "So, I can't bear to die, so I can only ask them to die."

"I am just a small weapon refiner, and I also know a little bit about medicine. As for medicine, I have been dealing with medicines for many years, so naturally I also know some poison techniques."

"The sad and tender breeze, the azure clouds, the redbud dew, the crane's feathers and green fragrance..."

Murong Ji listed hundreds of names in one breath, and the old Taoist priest's mouth twitched when he heard them. Every name was beautiful, but why were they so creepy?
"If the poison can't kill those old bastards, it should be no problem to poison those little bastards. It depends on whether they dare to perish together with them."

"This butcher knife is most intimidating only when it is held high, because you don't know when it will fall, and what the consequences will be after it falls."

"When all the misfortunes befell the wicked, he was kinder than anyone else."

As he spoke, Murong Ji took out a jade bottle and said with a smile: "How about you, old man, let me practice? Don't worry, I can definitely detoxify, I still have this confidence."

The old Taoist priest's mouth twitched, "I'm giving you face!" Murong Ji hurriedly took back the medicine bottle and walked out of the room in shame. If he really annoyed him, he would definitely be beaten.

"and many more!"

Murong Ji looked back and saw the old Taoist priest saying, "Do you have any medicine that can cure a stitch in the side?"

Murong Ji: "..."

When I walked out of the yard, I saw Qu Tong waiting at the door. "Husband!" I walked over and took the pieces of paper handed to me by Qu Tong.

Murong Ji took a quick glance and realized that the old man with white beard was as important as the "old Taoist priest" in Europe.

The situation in Europe is not much simpler than here, and with Qu Tong's people causing trouble, how can they live in peace?

"I'm afraid Dean Isaac will be in trouble after returning from China." Qu Tong's voice sounded lightly, with a hint of gloating.

Murong Ji, however, didn't feel anything. He believed that those who are not of my race must have different hearts, and this applies no matter where they are.

The relationship between the two parties was already expressed when Zhang Zhiwei rejected Isaac.

Murong Ji put the information away and had a basic understanding of the alchemist system. Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji and the other person walked towards the competition venue ahead.

Not far away, I saw Rong Shan and Tian Jinzhong watching the game below.

Murong Ji walked over, but what he saw was Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao's "superb acting skills". The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. Everyone knows that Feng Baobao is your thug, but you have to act decently.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he saw Tian Jinzhong, who was staring at him. Murong Ji was a little surprised, and looked around, but he didn't see Rong Shan. "What do you want to say, Mr. Tian?"

"No, just looking at you."

She said she was looking at Murong Ji, but her eyes fell on Qu Tong. At this time, Qu Tong used her original appearance, a noble and elegant young lady...

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and knew that Tian Jinzhong had also seen it. He remembered that Duanmu Ying had escaped with Zhang Huaiyi that year, so it was not surprising that he had seen them before.

"Mr. Tian, ​​you look dead, I'm afraid..."

Murong Ji spoke in a faint voice, and was interrupted by Tian Jinzhong with a wave of his hand just when he was halfway through his words.

"It doesn't matter. I'm a hundred years old, and I've lived long enough. I swore an oath in front of my master, otherwise I would have committed suicide long ago..."

Murong Ji: "..."

He was speechless for a moment, but he already understood his intention. As an old and experienced man, he could see through Gong Qing's fakeness at a glance, even though Tian Jinzhong had been with him for such a long time.

It's obvious that Gong Qing has a problem. He's just waiting for an opportunity...

Without saying anything more, Rong Shan had already walked up the stairs below, "Uncle Master, where do you want to go next?"

Murong Ji watched the two people leave in silence.

All that's left is tomorrow's game, and there's still plenty of time to waste today.

For Murong Ji, it would be better to use this time for cultivation. As soon as he and Qu Tong returned to the yard, before he entered the door, he saw Wang Bing, who was wrapped in bandages, walking out.

That location is the Feng family's courtyard...

Murong Ji thought for a moment, then turned and walked towards the jungle at the side, stood at the edge of the bushes, and waited quietly.

Qu Tong was a little confused about what he was going to do, but she didn't say much.

Not long after, two people walked out one after the other, Wang Bing and Feng Xingtong.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, feeling somewhat unhappy, but he did not say much, confirming that they were coming towards him.

Murong Ji jumped onto a tree branch and hid in the tree canopy.

Qu Tong was a little dumbfounded. She wanted to climb up, but she didn't have the strength to do so. She could only look at Murong Ji with grievance.

Murong Ji sighed lightly and waved his hand. An invisible force dragged her up and stood beside him.

"You should tell me why you also know how to summon spirits and generals from our Feng family!"

"Hehe, ah ha ha ha, Young Master Feng, don't be anxious. No matter how much you want to know, don't be in a rush." ​​Wang Bing looked at Feng Xingtong with a smile on his face, but this smile was a little strange.

Feng Xingtong's face was filled with anger. "Wang Bing! We are from the same circle. I don't think I have ever offended you. Why are you..."

"Snapped!"

Wang Bing slapped him, "Who do you think you are?! ! ! ! Talking to me like that?! ! ! "

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Bing kicked Feng Xingtong to the ground.

Qu Tong looked at the scene below and frowned slightly, "Aren't you optimistic about Feng Xingtong? Why..."

Murong Ji didn't say anything, but just watched in silence as Wang Bing beat Feng Xingtong violently.

(End of this chapter)