Chapter 466: The Sword Immortal of Shushan? !
Qu Tong hesitated a little. Is it okay to just tell Ma Xianhong about the kidnapping over the phone? ? "Okay."

"Well, let's go back to the capital."

After hanging up the phone, Murong Ji glanced around expressionlessly. The company's employees had already begun to surround the mountain.

Zhang Chulan carried the clarinet on his back, and Feng Baobao and Lao Meng, each holding one, walked towards the van at the foot of the mountain. They were all temporary workers, but they didn't want to meet the company's regular employees.

Murong Ji followed him into the car, and this time it was Lao Meng who drove. Clarinet was almost sucked dry by Murong Ji, and now he was weak all over.

"Let's go to Biyou Village."

Murong Ji's voice sounded faintly, causing everyone to look at each other, wondering what else this gentleman was going to do.

"Haha, okay, Lao Meng, we are being held hostage now, let's go to Biyou Village." Wang Zhenqiu's voice broke the silence.

After a few more hours, when we arrived at Biyou Village, it was already bright.

Murong Ji only gave a few people a simple treatment and asked them to go to the company to get the elixir. Then he walked into existence.

At this time, Biyou Village was already a desolate place, with traces of fighting everywhere, and many houses had been damaged.

Murong Ji just glanced around and walked straight towards the mountainside.

The others followed, after all, this gentleman was also one of their tasks.

After entering the cave, Murong Ji glanced at the people following him, and without saying much, he released the formation and allowed them to enter the cave to rest.

He himself stood in front of the furnace, looking at the Tianwen Sword in the furnace with a serious expression.

"Oh my goodness! This is a game of arrogance!"

Wang Zhenqiu was shocked. The atmosphere here didn't seem to be formed naturally, but more like it was artificially arranged.

Zhang Chulan was a little confused, "Qi Ju? What Qi Ju?"

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses, then rubbed his still burning hands and said, "The Qi Bureau is a closed system that is self-contained, just like bubbles in water."

“The human body is a qi bureau. If the qi bureau is not closed, it cannot be a qi bureau. If the human body is not closed, people will be born, grow old, get sick and die. When the innate qi is dissipated, the oil will run out and the lamp will die.”

Zhang Chulan still didn't quite understand, and looked at Murong Ji's back with some surprise.

Wang Zhenqiu looked at Zhang Chulan with a smile. He was very curious about this person. He didn't know why Murong Ji took good care of him.

Thinking about it carefully, Murong Ji was very caring towards the inheritors of the Eight Wonders, except for Ma Xianhong. At least, that was what he saw.

Wang Zhenqiu took out his mobile phone and looked at the information on it. The identity of the inheritor of Qu Tongshuangquanshou had been exposed.

In the circle, this is almost no secret, even Qu Tong's identity has been revealed.

Wang Zhenqiu put down his phone and said slowly, "Alian, what charm do you have that makes a Taoist master look at you differently?"

Zhang Chulan scratched his head and pretended to be dumb; "Huh?"

"To understand the Qi situation, you must understand the innate Qi." As he spoke, something slowly started to go wrong in the cave.

Wang Zhenqiu turned his head and looked. Above the furnace, in the vertical round hole that looked like a chimney, two black and white air currents formed a double spiral shape, rushing down and sinking into the furnace.

He didn't know what it was, nor could he understand what Murong Ji was doing.

"And then? I know about the Xiantian Qi, what's wrong?"

Xiao Zizai suddenly took over the conversation and said slowly: "The earliest stage of life is the embryo. What is the force that allows the embryo to continue to divide and grow?"

Zhang Chulan was stunned. He had never thought about this question.

"Growth in our traditional sense refers to physical growth, but what is the force that drives us to grow?"

"There was an experiment that found that, under various conditions that meet the human body's requirements, an embryo that survived in a petri dish could only survive for fourteen days and could not divide and grow into a single body. Only by returning it to its mother's body could it continue to grow."

"Under liquid nitrogen freezing, the embryos can be preserved for about two years."

"This result reminds me of a reason, the innate Qi." Xiao Zizai pushed his glasses and continued, "We not only inherited their genetic material from our parents, but also a trace of innate Qi."

"Everyone has the ability to grow their bodies and give birth to their souls, but after the innate Qi is consumed through constant evil consumption, the body will die."

"The human body is also a Qi Bureau. Qiu'er means that the Qi Bureau of the human body is not closed. The essence of many body training is to close the body and form a perfect Qi Bureau."

Murong Ji ignored what the people behind him were saying, he only cared about his own furnace.

In a few days, the sword will be usable. This is the limit he can reach. It is almost impossible to perfectly replicate the Zhu Xian Sword.

Feeling his cell phone vibrating, Murong Ji took it out and saw that it was someone he didn't expect, the abbot of Baiyun Temple, Zhao Jingxu.

"Hey, why did you think of calling me?"

"Humph! You've caused trouble, and you want to just let it go?"

"How about I drink three cups as punishment? Besides, this isn't my fault. What man can tolerate others harassing his wife?"

"Bah! You come up with this lame excuse, are you afraid that others won't see through it?"

Murong Ji looked at the sword in the furnace and began to manipulate the detailed and dense patterns of the Zhuxian Sword. "Hey, your matter has been settled. It's okay. They compromised. Boy, put down what you are doing and don't let it be seen. Otherwise, Zhang Zhiwei will come looking for you."

Murong Ji was startled, his expression gradually becoming serious, "How did you know this, old man? Did someone tip you off?"

At this moment, Murong Ji suddenly had an idea. This idea was a bit crazy. If these inherited sects with the "Heavenly Master Degree" had a way to communicate with the Ascended Ancestor, then...

Murong Ji raised his head and looked above the furnace. The Gathering Immortal Banner on it was still constantly absorbing the power of heaven and earth, transforming it into spiritual energy and evil spirit.

"There's something strange going on in your place! The heavens and the earth in all directions seem to be converging towards Liupanshui. What are you doing? Do you need others to tip you off?! If you don't stop, I'll come find you myself!"

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. Hearing the busy tone on his phone, he slowly put down the phone and saw a piece of news automatically pop up on the phone interface.

"The message has been blocked for you, Murong Ji. Director Zhao has given me a task and asked me to keep an eye on you."

Murong Ji glanced at his phone calmly, ignoring the voice of Gao Erzhuang.

Looking at the Tianwen Sword in the furnace, it was still constantly gathering evil spirits and spiritual energy. His current strength was still weak, and reaching this level was almost reaching its limit.

A day later, Murong Ji looked at the dozen missed calls on his mobile phone and put it in his trouser pocket.

With a suction of both hands, the Tianwen Sword came out.

After heat dissipation and quenching, Murong Ji glanced inside the cave. Hei Guan'er and the others were gone, but he didn't care.

Holding the sword in his hand and looking at the murderous aura on the sword, Murong Ji slowly exhaled.

When I walked out of the cave, I found that it was already dark.

He took out his phone and said, "Er Zhuang, search for the route to Xilin Gol Grassland."

An emoticon appeared on the phone screen, ヽ(ー_ー)ノ.

"Are you treating me like an intelligent voice again?"

Murong Ji: "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji held the sword in the air, tapped his feet lightly, and flew directly into the air. The Tianwen Sword was under his feet, and he flew towards the bright moon with the sword.

It's like a banished immortal dancing, so light and graceful.

Murong Ji looked down at his phone and frowned slightly. Gao Erzhuang hadn't opened the map yet. Feeling a little impatient, Murong Ji directly opened the map manually and searched for Xilingol Prairie.

Heading north.

After a long time, a scream came from the phone, "Shushan Sword Immortal!! Ahhhhh!!! Oh my God!"

Murong Ji pursed his lips, said no more, packed up his phone, and set off overnight.

Biyou Village.

Zhang Chulan and others gathered in a room, discussing how to deal with Murong Ji. Beat him? They couldn't beat him.

Persuade? Looking at his condition, he won't be able to leave anytime soon.

Suddenly, Feng Baobao rushed in hurriedly, "Fly! Fly!"

"Uh...baby, what...are you flying?" Looking at her clever eyes, Hei Guan felt a little helpless.

"That little Taoist priest is flying! He's flying away on his sword!"

Everyone was stunned and looked at each other. The next moment, they rushed out of the door and looked up at the night sky outside. There was only a black dot left.

Hei Guan'er found a military telescope from somewhere, put it down, and said calmly, "Sword-controlling technique! The swordsman in the movie has come true! He really flew away on his sword."

Everyone was speechless. Although they were Qi-refining practitioners, this was too buggy! It was against the rules! Could such a method really exist in this world?

"What do we do now?"

"What else can I do? I have to report honestly and go home." Clarinet put down the telescope and let it hang naturally around his neck.

With his hands in his pockets, he looked at the night sky in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

The other few people began to report their work to their respective leaders.

After dawn, near noon, Murong Ji landed on a large grassland with a tired face. In front of him stood two people, Zhang Zhiwei, a Taoist priest of Tiantong, and his apprentice Zhao Huanjin.

"You little brat, you always cause trouble for me."

The first time he saw Murong Ji, the old Taoist priest's face darkened. He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the Tianwen Sword in Murong Ji's hand.

"Is this the magic weapon you refined? You made such a fuss just for this thing?"

Murong Ji smiled bitterly, raised his hand and handed it over, motioning the old Taoist to take a look.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't hesitate and directly pulled out the Tianwen Sword. The ancient meaning was overwhelming, with a heavy sense of history, which was made up of countless details.

(End of this chapter)