Chapter 5: Madam Murong's Death
Flipping through the secret book in her hand, Li Qingluo suddenly laughed out loud. This kid is good at choosing. He picked two books on internal energy and combined them into the complete Xiao Wuxiang Gong.

I looked up and down at the six-year-old kid in front of me who was lowering his head, and I was a little confused. How did he get the choice?
Li Qingluo asked, "How did you choose this book?" Seeing Murong Ji remained silent, she said, "If you are satisfied with what I said, I will let you take it away."

Murong Ji raised his head suddenly: "Really?!"

Li Qingluo put her hands on her hips and said proudly: "Do you think I'm Murong Bo, that bastard who doesn't keep his word?! I'll nail you with my words!"

Murong Ji didn't say anything, but stared at the secret book in her hand.

Li Qingluo's face turned dark. It seemed that she had no credibility at all in front of this little bastard.

He handed over the stack of papers and said, "Hurry up and tell me!"

Murong Ji had just thought of an excuse and pointed to the words "The Green Ox Goes West" on the bookshelf, "That's talking about Laozi, the founder of Taoism, going west through Hangu Pass."

“The White Horse Came Eastward” refers to the spread of Buddhism to the East, and the establishment of the White Horse Temple.

"Asking about rites and rituals three thousand times" refers to the two Confucianists who are concerned with rites and rituals, Confucius asking about rites and rituals, and Meng Mu moving three times.

"The most comprehensive and profound studies in the world are none other than the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. Among the Taoist secret books, there are two books called 'Pig Heart and Pig Lungs' and 'Pig Heart and Pig Intestines'."

"Is this a code word? How can there be such an internal skill? It's using code words, so it must be something very powerful."

Li Qingluo stared at Murong Ji in amazement, and looked at the kid again. This shouldn't be possible. How could someone from the Murong family have such a brain? Could it be that what happened that year really happened?

Wang Zhixian is cheating on Murong Bo? This guy is not from the Murong family? ! !

"Aunt, can I go now?"

Li Qingluo came back to her senses, looked at Murong Ji and said, "The Little Wuxiang Kungfu has extremely high requirements for aptitude, and you, a piece of trash, can't even meet that requirement."

Murong Ji also knew that Li Qingluo was the biological daughter of Wuyazi and Li Qiushui, and that neither of them could practice the Lesser Wuxiang Gong. He knew it, but he still had to have some hope.

He walked out of the Langhuan Jade Cave in silence, watched Li Qingluo close the door, and then took him out of the Wang family's inner courtyard.

That night, Murong Ji began to try to practice Xiao Wuxiang Gong. Sadly, he couldn't even touch the door.

I feel a little distressed, and can only keep tempering myself.

After studying at the Wang family for two years, when he was eight years old, Ah Qing suddenly came to the Wang family school and wanted to take him back.

After hurriedly boarding the boat, Murong Ji came back to his senses, "Ah Qing, what happened?"

Ah Qing looked sad, "Madam, she is critically ill! Wuuwuwu."

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat and his heart sank. Even though his adoptive mother didn't like him, with her around, Murong Bo and his son wouldn't do anything too obvious.

If she died, then...

My eyelids drooped as I thought carefully about how I should react at this moment? Cry?
A child's attachment to his mother is unbreakable, but now, he can hardly act it out.

I imitated Ah Qing and thought to myself that I could only cry for my mother in my previous life. [But she is still my mother after all!]

Once Wang Zhixian dies, I’m afraid Murong Fu won’t even be able to hide anymore!
Seeing the ferry, Murong Ji had an idea in his mind.

He hurried back to Yanziwu and walked towards his mother Wang Zhixian's bedroom. As soon as he entered the room, he saw basins of blood being brought out.

Just as Murong Ji was about to rush in, he was stopped by a maid, "Second Young Master, don't barge in!"

"I want to see my mother!"

The maid still refused to give way. Murong Ji became anxious and attacked her directly. The maid raised her hand and fought back easily.

Murong Ji's heart moved, and he directly took that force into his body and then struck out!

Use the other person's way to repay the other person's body!
But he was only eight years old, how much strength could he have? The strength he exerted was pitifully small, and in an instant, his strength was crushed by the maid.

Murong Ji was a little dumbfounded, except for Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, he couldn't do any of the others!

There is no choice but to rush in regardless.

The maid was helpless and could only pick him up.

"Let him in." Murong Bo's voice came from inside the house. Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat and he walked in obediently.

"Father."

Murong Bo ignored him and looked at Wang Zhixian with deep affection. The sadness on his face made him look haggard.

But for some reason, Murong Ji always felt that his grief was a little fake. [Perhaps he was prejudiced against the Murong family.]

Looking closely at Murong Bo's face, the feeling became even stronger.

"Ji'er, take a good look at your mother."

Murong Ji leaned over the bed, looked at his mother whose face was ashen, pinched himself, and tears fell down. The child's dependence on his mother seemed to be innate.

[Although this woman disliked me, she also never treated me harshly. ]

Murong Ji tried hard to brainwash himself, he was afraid that he would mess up the performance.

"Master, the Wang family is here."

Murong Bo hurried out to greet him and heard the sound of the door closing.

Murong Ji then held his mother's cold hand. Perhaps Wang Zhixian was sensitive to the situation and slowly opened her eyes.

"Mother, how are you?!"

Wang Zhixian raised her hand tremblingly, touched Murong Ji's cheek, and wanted to open her mouth to speak, but she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then he tremblingly took out a secret book from the quilt under the bed and motioned Murong Ji to hide it.

Murong Ji was stunned. Without having time to think, he stuffed it into his arms and stuck it between his belt.

Just when I was about to ask my mother what happened, Wang Zhixian had already passed away.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly climbed onto the bed to give first aid. As soon as his little hand placed on his mother's chest, he was stunned.

He lifted his robe and undid his pajamas in disbelief, feeling as if struck by lightning.

The mother's chest was completely collapsed! It was all bruised and purple!
This was someone being beaten to death with one blow!
Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously suspected Murong Bo, "He shouldn't have died at the hands of an outsider."

Although Murong Bo's current strength is not at the peak, he is not someone who can be bullied at will! If you want to kill her, you have to look not only at the Wang family, which is deeply rooted in the court.

You also need to ask the Murong family in Gusu!
Murong Ji gradually came back to his senses. He didn't know which school or sect this palm technique came from. He wrote down the shape and symptoms of the palm print one by one.

But the thoughts in my heart became more and more firm.

Hearing the footsteps outside, he quickly put on his mother's clothes, covered her with a quilt, and sat quietly aside.

"squeak"

As soon as the door was opened, Murong Ji quickly gestured, "Shh! Mother is asleep, keep your voice down."

The person at the door was startled, then walked in. It was my aunt, Li Qingluo.

After Li Qingluo walked into the house, she directly blocked other people from leaving. In fact, there were not many people who could enter the house, and most of those who were stopped were maids.

Li Qingluo glanced at Wang Zhixian lying on the bed and knew that she was gone.

With a sad look on her face, she gently hugged Murong Ji, feeling a little sorry for this smart and obedient child. "I am sorry for you."

Murong Ji stared at the door, ignoring Li Qingluo's trembling sobs. He took out a pen and paper and wrote, "Aunt, please take a look at my mother's injuries."

Li Qingluo was stunned, wiped her tears, looked at the door in surprise, then stared at Murong Ji's innocent eyes. Her heart softened, she walked forward, lifted the quilt and took a look.

His expression instantly turned serious.

Murong Ji wrote again: "Aunt, what kind of palm technique is this?"

Li Qingluo lowered her voice and said, "Great Vajra Palm!"

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(End of this chapter)