Chapter 499: Rejection (Additional update, please give me a monthly ticket)

This level of concentration is both simple and difficult. No matter what kind of high-level skills you have, they are actually learned by "people", but the premise of learning is that you need to be a "human".

Rather than being a beast or a brute indulged in desire.

Of course, Murong Ji does not ask people to be saints or wise men. It is also their responsibility to stick to their own fields!
You are not required to be calm, but you should be determined in your own field.

This is just like those scientists. Regardless of their character, almost all of those who have achieved something have summed up the laws of nature through boring and repetitive experiments.

Murong Ji's request should be met.

The whole night passed by after writing and drawing. Murong Ji looked at the stack of papers in his hand and checked them carefully.

When a magical skill is gradually broken down, people become qualified to get started and can move up step by step. If they still can't keep their heart, then they deserve it!
After confirming that it is correct, he put it into the Qiankun Qingguang Ring.

In the following days, after Zhuge Qing's practice became stable, Murong Ji said goodbye and went down the mountain. Before leaving the mountain, Murong Ji printed out a copy of the Fenghou Qimen scripture and placed it in the guest room.

After returning to the company, I dealt with some accumulated matters and gave some advice to those people on their cultivation, especially Fu Rong. This girl is good-looking, but she is obsessed with love and wants to spend the whole day with Zhuge Qing...

A few days before the appointment with Zhang Chulan to go to Tang Sect, Zhao Fangxu called again. Murong Ji frowned slightly, thought about it and answered the call.

"Director Zhao."

"Brother Murong, we have discussed this over the past few days and there are some situations that still require your attention." Zhao Fangxu sat in the chair and pushed his glasses.

His eyes swept across the other directors in the office, and finally fell on the meeting minutes placed in front of him.

Murong Ji was startled. This was a mission. "Director Zhao, tell me."

"Brother Murong, there are some things I need to tell you in advance. Over the years, the international situation has been getting better and better for us, and there are no problems domestically."

"But overseas... we still need a lot of manpower... You... understand what I mean, right?"

Murong Ji was startled. He had never thought about this. Now that someone mentioned it, Murong Ji understood. "I understand. Director Zhao wants me to recruit people from Tang Sect on behalf of the company? Is there a quota?"

"Yes, that's what I mean. So we discussed a plan and sent it to you. You can take a look... When you get to the Tang Sect, talk to Tang Miaoxing and we'll discuss any requirements. You can decide on the personnel and quota."

"What we need are warriors, not cannon fodder."

After hanging up the phone, Murong Ji was stunned for a moment. In just a few breaths, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Today's company is no longer just controlling domestic affairs, its hands and feet have been spreading along with China's revival and its ever-expanding influence.

The number of people needed was increasing, but the company didn't have any experts! Another thing was, how could they just sit back and watch Qu Tong grow?

We must establish overseas sections.

If we think about it carefully, [the board of directors needs to add a few more directors to be responsible for the overseas sector. ]

Murong Ji smiled. Among these directors, there must be a place for Qu Tong.

In his opinion, the company has long been ready to reach out.

"This is exactly what Zhao Fangxu wanted to achieve by facilitating the cooperation of the seven temporary workers."

If you think about it that way, it makes sense.

Judging from this, those people in Quan Xing will probably be recruited or used in various ways! Those people are all masters!

The purpose of the company stepping in to protect the security is...

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked at Qu Tong who was handling work. He had initially determined that the company could accommodate her only because of the overseas power issues, but he had not expected that there would also be issues with the international situation.

"Qu Tong, did something happen to you?"

"No, what's wrong, husband?"

"nothing."

Murong Ji withdrew his gaze and calculated the time. Qu Tong had been busy for half a month, as if she had encountered some difficulties. However, there was no anxiety on her face, so he stopped asking questions.

"Hubby, this time, I can't accompany you to Tangmen..."

Murong Ji nodded, having expected this.

capital Airport.

Murong Ji stood at the door, watching the Nadoutong van slowly approaching. Three people got out of the car: Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, and Zhang Lingyu.

"Hey, Brother Murong, you're here early!" Zhang Chulan looked around, "Hey? Why are you alone? Where's Zhuge Fox? Where's Wang Ye?"

"Zhuge Qing is trying to break through the shackles of his cultivation. Wang Ye? He's running for his life..."

Zhang Chulan: “…” I wanted to ask a few more questions, but after thinking about it, I decided not to ask.

Not long after, the Lu brothers and sisters arrived. After getting on the plane, Murong Ji began to close his eyes and rest.

A few hours later, Murong Ji followed Zhang Chulan and the others to the entrance of the martial arts school at the foot of Tangmen Mountain. From a distance, he saw Wang Zhen's ball being thrown out, and his mouth twitched. This unlucky thing... Do you dare to believe that he is a son of a noble family? The kind whose family strength is almost spread across Europe and Asia? Not to mention others, he is also a high-ranking political figure.

This bastard has completely thrown away all the pride that his noble family had.

However, precisely because of this, Murong Ji looked up to him. The fact that this bastard could reach his current level was closely related to his mentality.

"I'm going directly to the back mountain. You guys can pay your respects at the mountain gate."

Murong Ji gave some instructions and turned to leave. Zhang Chulan looked at Murong Ji's back and slowly exhaled. With this gentleman around, at least no one would dare to take his life.

Murong Ji went up the back mountain and walked up along the winding mountain path. The layers of steps had a sense of artistic conception and charm.

Standing at the gate of the old campus of Tang Sect, Murong Ji looked at the empty campus, feeling speechless. After all, he was also a figure, and he went up the mountain himself. He didn't believe that Tang Miaoxing wouldn't get the news.

Now, I have been rejected.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows and took a few steps back. [Quanzhen Daoist Murong Ji, come and pay respect to the mountain! ]

Soul searching and voice transmission!

The rumbling sound echoed throughout the entire campus, shocking the students and teachers with low cultivation levels so much that their blood boiled and they were almost unable to calm down, with their faces swollen and red.

Not long after, someone came out of the teaching building. It was an old man, not tall and a little hunched. He walked to the retractable door and said, "My name is Zhang Wang. Come with me."

After entering the gate and walking into the teaching building, I climbed up the stairs one by one and finally saw the principal's office.

Pushing the door open, Murong Ji saw Tang Miaoxing and Tang Qiushan. Standing next to them was Tang Ming.

These people all appeared in the Tang Sect information that Qu Tong gave him.

"Master Tang, nice to meet you." Murong Ji clasped his fists as a greeting.

Tang Miaoxing sat there without moving, just nodded, which meant he was treating Murong Ji as his junior disciple.

There is nothing wrong with this. If it were a younger disciple, it would be good enough to give him a good face.

Murong Ji sat opposite Tang Miaoxing, poured himself a cup of tea, then took a sip.

Not caring at all about the slight toxins in the tea.

The Tang Sect's method of cultivation is to gradually feed poison, and after the body has adapted, begin to let the Qi fuse those toxins to relieve the pressure on the body.

This tea is prepared for the Tang Clan's own people.

After waiting for a while, Tang Miaoxing was stunned to see that Murong Ji was normal. How could he be fine? !

Murong Ji spat out a mouthful of tea leaves and said, "Master Tang, can we talk now?"

Tang Miaoxing came back to his senses and recalled Murong Ji's information. He was not surprised that he was a national master doctor in the circle.

"Mr. Murong, what are you doing in my Tang Sect..." As he spoke, he picked up the teapot and added tea to Murong Ji.

"There are several things. First, recruit them. Er... this word is not quite accurate. Recruit people. The Tang Sect has made great contributions and can be trusted."

"Director Zhao said that the country needs a large number of manpower to maintain this hard-earned peace in order to prosper, so he has set his sights on your Tang Sect."

Tang Miaoxing was startled, his face not looking good, "Why do you say that as if you are arresting our Tang Sect to be running dogs?"

Murong Ji spread his hands, "If you think this way, I can't help it." Then he slowly raised his head, "I also understand a little about the Tang Sect's cultivation method, especially Tang Wenlong..."

"Tsk tsk, it's better to say that he is a thug than an assassin! The Tang Sect's abilities have been passed down a lot."

Tang Miaoxing fell silent for a moment and remained silent for a long time.

Murong Ji smiled and said, "I am a cruel person. I can't stand others living a false life. Isn't it good to face the reality? No matter how painful it is, it is real."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji flipped his hand and a cylinder appeared in his hand. After he opened it, countless mosquitoes and flies flew out and headed down the mountain.

Murong Ji took out another monocular lens, the Ghost Eye, took out the supporting equipment, adjusted it, and projected the picture directly onto the wall beside him.

The screen flashed, and gradually the scene of Zhang Chulan and Tang Men's fight was transmitted.

The room was silent. The three people in the room were aware of many things. If the Tang Sect did not change, it would be completely destroyed.

When Tang Miaoxing was the same age as Zhang Chulan, he could kill him silently. But now? So many Tang Sect disciples can't do anything to him. They just can't do anything.

Suddenly, Tang Miaoxing sighed, pointed at Tang Ming and said, "Go, gather them all together and let Mr. Murong see if our Tang Sect has declined!"

Murong Ji curled his lips, what a stubborn person.

It was not until he saw the Tang Clan's disciples being dealt with one by one by Wang Zhenqiu and his men that Tang Miaoxing became dejected, and he seemed to have aged several years.

(End of this chapter)