Chapter 462 Stay Away from That Woman

After putting the core away, he turned around and saw Zhang Chulan still in a daze, as if he had not reacted yet.

Murong Ji walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder lightly, then looked outside the door. In the distance, a figure was running towards him.

It was very fast and soon arrived in front of us.

Ma Xianhong!
Zhang Chulan showed a triumphant smile on his face, but also a little apologetic, "Old Ma, apology...is no longer effective, right?"

“Zhang! Chu! Lan!” Ma Xianhong rushed over like crazy, “How could you! How could you… bastard!”

Murong Ji watched Xia Liuqing transform into Yuchi Gong and hit Ma Xianhong back with one mace. This force seemed to be so powerful that it was unmatched by ten thousand men.

Murong Ji walked out of the ruins and stood in front of the door watching the crowd beating up Ma Xianhong indifferently. Such a scene was rare.

"Relying on the Divine Machine, I was able to fight with so many masters. Even though I was at a disadvantage, it was not easy."

Zhang Chulan looked solemn, even a little shocked. He glanced at Murong Ji and said calmly, "Is this the opponent my grandfather met back then?"

Murong Ji did not answer because he didn't know either.

It’s not like he hasn’t been besieged by many people before. Those people in the Zhu Xian world can no longer make up the gap in skills, so he can only make up for it in magic.

Take Li Xun for example, he has a set of Nine Yang Ruler, which is extremely domineering. This skill combined with the Flame Method and Fire Method is almost the best among his peers. Zhang Xiaofan has suffered losses from him before.

Murong Ji believed that his swordsmanship was superior, and Lü Zu's swordsmanship was even more invincible, but was Long Shoufeng's swordsmanship inferior? In terms of swordsmanship, Qi Hao was not inferior to himself.

The other six peaks of Qingyun all have their own special sword techniques, with the four sword techniques of Qingyun being the most powerful. Of course, the threshold for use is also very high.

"Brother Murong, you have always taken good care of me. Can you teach me..."

Listening to Zhang Chulan's words, Murong Ji sneered, "You have discovered that you are too weak and there is still a big gap between you and these first-class masters, right?"

"I didn't realize before, where does your confidence come from? After fighting with Zhang Lingyu, I felt that cultivation is nothing special. It's nothing. I understand."

How about Zhang Lingyu? His strength and foundation are not weak, and he has a first-class level, but he lacks combat experience.

Murong Ji suddenly felt nostalgic. What was it like when he was young? "When I was learning martial arts, I had famous teachers, top-notch skills, and no lack of resources."

"In the end, I was still beaten by someone. There's nothing I can do. I'm just an ordinary person. I can't compare with those geniuses."

"Zhang Chulan, on the path of cultivation, what matters is not who walks faster, but who walks more steadily and further. Whether you are an ant who has just started to cultivate or an immortal who has become a saint, they are all travelers on the road."

"You never know what will happen and he may die on the road."

Zhang Chulan suddenly looked up, stared into Murong Ji's eyes, and asked in a calm tone, "Sister Baoer, too?"

Murong Ji looked at him with a half-smile, as if he was trying to trick him into saying something. "I don't know who Feng Baobao is. I don't know."

Zhang Chulan asked again: "Brother Murong, I think your method of cultivation seems to be different from ours..."

Murong Ji glanced at him calmly, then slowly said: "As far as I know, China's Qi Refining Method is divided into three stages, and the practice method for each stage is different."

"The first node is Zhang Jiao and Zhang Daoling. Before them, all cultivation was focused on enlightenment, and most of the documents that have survived from that time were about 'Tao'."

"After the two of them, people began to explore other methods of cultivation, which can actually be summed up in one sentence: 'The art of praying to the heavens and serving the emperor.'"

Zhang Chulan was startled and a little stunned, "This is from Longhu Mountain..."

"Well, this method of cultivation lowers the threshold for cultivation. As for the second node, it is Lü Zu. The method of inner alchemy originated from the Zhouyi Cantongqi, and the system first appeared in Su Yuanlang."

"The one who truly established the system was Lü Dongbin, and then several outstanding people came to form the Quanzhen Sect today."

"Although it was first changed by Lu Zu, I personally think that the most fundamental reason was Master Xuanzang's return from his pilgrimage. After him, countless Buddhist scriptures became the nourishment of various Buddhist sects."

"The development of Zen Buddhism was particularly rapid. The signs of the integration of the three religions began to appear in the late Tang Dynasty, and continued until the emergence of various philosophers in the Song Dynasty."

"And I think the current Qi training method should be called 'self-cultivation'. Simply put, these three training methods can be called 'harmony between heaven and earth', 'cultivation of nature' and 'cultivation of oneself'."

After he finished speaking, Murong Ji stopped talking. He looked at Ma Xianhong on the battlefield with a sharp gaze and remained silent for a long time.

But I am constantly thinking in my heart. The principles are similar, the details or methods are different, but the general direction will not change.

It has something in common with the three levels of Tai Chi Xuan Qing Taoism.

After coming back to his senses, he spoke calmly, "Zhang Chulan, the Nascent Soul in your belly is the 'God' formed by the innate Qi, your own 'God'."

Zhang Chulan shuddered all over, looking at Murong Ji's eyes, he suddenly felt a little scared. He didn't know what he was afraid of. It was as if, standing in front of him, there was no secret at all.

At this time, Murong Ji was constantly thinking in his heart. Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism were deeply rooted, and no one could tell how deep their accumulation was.

Nowadays, it seems that Confucianism and Taoism have died out, but in reality? Confucianism and Taoism are still flourishing in the world. After Wang Yangming's great achievement, no one can tell the difference between the three religions. This situation is almost imperceptible to people living in this world.

But Murong Ji once lived in the Northern Song Dynasty. At that time, Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism were clearly separated. And he himself was once a student of Su Shi, the great master of Confucianism and Taoism.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji let out a long breath. He suddenly understood what the innate divine spirit was.

Looking at Ma Xianhong again, his various magical weapons had been broken up by several temporary workers, and his defeat was inevitable.

"These temporary workers are really..." Zhang Chulan stared at Wang Zhenqiu, Clarinet and others in a daze. These people were no weaker than Feng Baobao.

Feng Baobao himself couldn't explain how terrifying he was.

Murong Ji added calmly, "They haven't used their full strength yet. This is just the beginning."

"What?!!!"

Murong Ji ignored Zhang Chulan's fuss and asked into the phone, "Gao Erzhuang, do you really have no practical means of attack?"

Then, a coquettish voice came from the phone, a little artificial, "I am just a spirit that relies on electromagnetic waves to survive, how can I have any means of attack."

Zhang Chulan's eyes changed instantly when he looked at Murong Ji. He felt a little unbelievable, and then he heard Murong Ji say lightly: "I don't believe it."

As soon as he changed his words, Murong Ji looked at the thieving beast that was enlarged by Feng Baobao, and said with some admiration: "This thing is not bad."

He took out a pen and a notebook and began to record the patterns on the beast's body. As the thing was stretched, the patterns became more obvious.

"Stop attacking him." Wang Ye's voice startled everyone. "What you attacked was not his protective magic weapon..."

Zhang Chulan stared in amazement as he watched Wang Ye and Ma Xianhong fight.

The two's movements were obviously extremely slow, but there was an indescribable mysterious feeling. Not only was Zhang Chulan shocked, except for Feng Baobao, the others were also a little shocked.

Even Murong Ji himself was a little surprised. He was considered to be knowledgeable and experienced, but now he felt as if his eyes had been broadened.

The feeling of breaking through time and space is very wonderful.

The patterns designed by Ma Xianhong are truly amazing.

Murong Ji looked at his Three Treasures Pearl carefully and took note of the patterns on it. After being refined by him, the effect of this thing would be improved by several levels.

He couldn't use the other magic weapons, but Qu Tong needed them very much.

Especially, Wu Doukai.

With his own intervention, Qu Tong used a method of overcoming the tribulation that was so unpopular that it couldn't be more unpopular. The effect was good, but it was just good after all, and it didn't have much combat power.

[Sanbaozhu, just merge with Wudoukai. ]

Seeing the battle coming to an end, Murong Ji no longer paid attention to everyone, walked up to Wang Ye, and checked his body, "Your magic is life-threatening. The Zhuge family is more stable, no matter how you play, it's okay."

"Oh, there's nothing I can do. This is the only way I know. Otherwise...what else can I do?"

Murong Ji looked at him with a half-smile, as if he was unable to lie flat, and unable to roll up.

This may be the biggest difference between Wang Ye and Zhou Sheng. Zhou Sheng may really not care about anything and no one cares about it. Wang Ye is different. For the sake of the overall situation of the world, he has exhausted all his thoughts.

"People like you are really... That's why I think highly of you."

Wang Ye was confused, but after thinking about it carefully, he understood the key point and waved his hand, "Hey, I don't want to either..."

Murong Ji took out a bottle of pills and said, "Still one pill every seven days. It's for keeping you alive. Practice well and don't die."

He then turned and left, not even interested in helping Wang Ye.

"! Murong Ji! If you want to live a peaceful life, stay away from that woman! She will drag you into the abyss!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a man appear above his head. He was wearing jeans, a black sweatshirt, and had his arms folded, looking down at him condescendingly.

"Xiao Yezi, which woman do you want him to stay away from?"

Wang Ye was embarrassed. He quickly stood up and sat cross-legged on the ground, looking apologetic. "Ahaha, Sister Qu, this... inside..."

A child suddenly appeared behind Qu Tong, blinking his big eyes and looking at him curiously. "I know you, you are the Taoist who eats steamed buns."

Wang Ye was even more embarrassed, looking at Jiang Beibei, somewhat helpless. "Xiao Dao was wrong."

Seeing Murong Ji walking towards the mountainside, Qu Tong was too lazy to pay attention to him, and then said: "I will let you go for now."

(End of this chapter)