Chapter 551 My name is Gao Daqiang

A team of 28 guards, all of whom were monks, was considered very important. Murong Ji knew that his bastard son was still valuable to his cheap father.

After traveling for an entire afternoon, they arrived near the village near dusk. In fact, it was not far from the mining area governed by his cheap father.

The location here can be seen to be carefully selected.

If it were a monk, a round trip would take less than ten minutes. If anything happened, those who were guarding the mines would be able to come and provide support immediately.

Apart from other things, the daily patrol teams all pass through this village.

Murong Ji also understood that the people guarding the mine were his stepfather's direct subordinates.

After getting off the car, Murong Ji looked at the mountains in the distance. The mountains were no longer blurry, but had faint traces.

Murong Ji was stunned. In this case... this mountain range must be extraordinary! The mineral veins produced refining resources, so they were naturally extraordinary!
He was led into the yard by Mang Shirui.

This courtyard is not small. In ancient China, it would be the treatment of a third-rank official.

When he walked into the yard, servants were already waiting there. After Mang Shirui and he finished dealing with the affairs in the mansion and asked about the guards, he took Murong Ji to have dinner.

Murong Ji's doubts have never been resolved. Until now, he still doesn't understand what they are afraid of.

Isn't it good to come to the countryside and be the master of the house? Besides, my cheap father gives me a lot of money every month...

After living there for a few days, Murong Ji knew what they were afraid of.

"what!!!!"

Murong Ji was awakened by Mei Yu's scream. He looked up and saw that the sky outside was dark. He turned around and saw a candlestick that had grown arms and legs and was trying to pull itself out of the pillar...

Murong Ji yawned, picked up the ink on the table and splashed it over, and the candlestick stopped moving instantly.

Tianxuan City is suppressed by the King's Sword, so nothing can develop intelligence so easily.

It’s not the case here. The spiritual energy and evil spirit of heaven and earth are so dense that they are enough to give birth to some living creatures within a few years... Otherwise, where do so many monsters come from?

In this world, if someone told him that the Third Young Master of Aolai was transformed from a roadside stone, he would believe it...

I can't help but believe it.

He continued to lie in bed, trying to fall asleep again, but suddenly he was stunned. Something spiritual had appeared. It was an excellent material for refining weapons!

Then he suddenly turned over, stepped on a stool, pulled out the candlestick, found something to seal it, and then had a good sleep.

After living in the countryside for a few days, Murong Ji discovered something was wrong here. For a young lady from an aristocratic family, it was really hard to accept these things...

Who has ever seen food being placed on the chopping board one moment and then disappearing the next?
"Run away! Run away! Run away again! Quick! Over there, over there..."

Murong Ji sat on the steps in the courtyard, watching Mei Yu directing three or four maids to catch the escaped cabbage...

Suddenly, the cabbage jumped up and rushed towards Murong Ji.

"Ahhhh! Young Master! Quick! Get out of the way!"

Murong Ji raised his eyelids, then threw the cup in his hand over with great precision, hitting the cabbage monster in the face.

These monsters who have just become elves have almost no fighting power, let alone any intelligence...

This kind of thing happens from time to time...

Time flies and four years have passed.

The four years without the opportunity to practice were too boring for Murong Ji.

When he had nothing to do, he secretly taught Mang Shirui how to practice.

When she asked him about the source of his skills, Murong Ji froze, then after thinking about it, he attributed it to the secret teachings of Taoism.

Mang Shirui does not have the qualifications to practice, but she has a strong mentality.

Unfortunately, a lack of determination and an impatience for quick results are the biggest flaws for those who practice cultivation.

Murong Ji was helpless and could only ensure that there would be no problems with her cultivation. Lying beside the herb garden where he had gathered, fiddling with the cabbage that had become a spirit, he said helplessly, "I wonder if it will be a blessing or a curse to teach her the skills."

"Excuse me, is this the Akina Mountain where we can collect materials for refining weapons?" A soft and cute childish voice sounded, and it was obvious that the person was the type that was easy to bully.

Murong Ji turned around and saw a child who was a few years older than him. His innocent face was very deceptive.

His innocent appearance was very deceptive, and his aura was not noticeable, making him seem like an ordinary child.

He was wearing a white robe with black brocade edges, which didn't look like a Central Plains style. He also had a centipede-like ornament on his head.

These were not what Murong Ji cared about. What he cared about was that he could see this person very clearly! He could even see his eyebrows clearly.

[Don’t mess with me… Be gentle…]

Murong Ji then revealed a sweet smile, "I'm still young, I don't know! But, on the mountain over there, there is indeed a place that can produce magic weapons." The Poison Boy looked in the direction Murong Ji pointed, let go and looked, "Ah? So that's it, thank you so much!" Then he ran in that direction, "And... my name is Gao... Da... Qiang..."

The sound echoed in the air.

Murong Ji wiped the sweat from his forehead. Damn it. This was the first time in seven years that he could see a person so clearly...

[It seems that I need to practice harder! ]

Only with cultivation can Murong Ji feel more at ease. This time it was a child, and next time it was a monster, he wouldn't even have the strength to resist.

After returning home, Murong Ji began to tinker with the medicinal herbs he had accumulated over the years.

There were spiritual materials everywhere in this world. When he had nothing to do, he would wander around the safe mountains around him, picking some herbs and making pills.

To assist the growth of one's own body, one also makes some healing pills, and exchanges them for some medicinal herbs, spiritual plants, and even mineral materials for nearby miners and villagers.

Four years have passed, and the Chen family compound has gained quite a reputation in the area.

After dinner, Murong Ji couldn't wait to practice. After guiding the spiritual energy and evil energy into his body, he felt the vigorous energy flowing through his meridians. The process was a bit painful.

But he also felt somewhat comfortable. Murong Ji guided the spiritual energy and evil energy into the meridians and circulated it around the body, and it was extremely smooth.

This is the result of his seven years of cleansing himself.

Finally, the spiritual energy and evil spirit gathered in the dantian in the abdomen and condensed into a pill that was almost invisible.

Feeling the twisting force in his dantian, Murong Ji let out a long breath. This was a precursor to forming a dan.

I opened my eyes and looked out the window. It was already dawn outside.

After seven years of preparation, he finally formed a pill in one night. With the cultivation and practice of Yuqing level, he still couldn't do anything...

After getting up, getting dressed, and leaving the house, he saw Mei Yu sleeping in the outer room. She hadn't woken up yet, so he didn't wake her up. He left a note and walked towards the place where he usually did his morning lessons.

It was still the purple energy coming from the east, but this time it was a little different.

The rising sun was warm and bright, and it also brought vitality to the world. Murong Ji swallowed it in one gulp, and the feeling of heat around him intensified a little.

"Wow! So awesome!"

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat and he almost lost his breath. After he finished his exercise, he turned around and saw that the Poison Boy had stood behind him without him noticing.

In an instant, Murong Ji was sweating coldly. He was sure that he was being targeted. Since they met yesterday, perhaps he had been targeted by this person...

"Is this the cultivation method of you humans? It's amazing! You can directly absorb the essence of the sun without hurting your body..." The cute look of the Poison Boy and his childish tone can make people subconsciously let down their guard.

Murong Ji was shocked. He didn't dare to underestimate the man in front of him. [You are also a high-level cultivator. Why do you have to tease a child like me? ]

Poison Boy asked excitedly: "What kind of skill is this..."

"Physician! Physician!"

Suddenly, a shout was heard from afar. Murong Ji let out a breath and turned his head hurriedly. He saw a young man in linen clothes and with a dull face running towards him at the foot of the mountain, panting.

"Doctor! Someone is injured, right at the foot of the mountain, please... please..." Before the man could finish his words, Murong Ji had already run to the mountainside.

Finally, he caught his breath and turned around, but Murong Ji was no longer there. He looked at the Poison Boy blankly, "Where is the doctor?"

At this moment, the Poison Boy was speechless. There was no innocence at all. He pointed at Murong Ji who had already run down the mountain and said, "Look, over there..."

The man turned around and saw that Murong Ji had already started taking his pulse. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and then hurried down the mountain.

Poison Boy crossed his arms and looked at the injured woman below, "The people of the Yang family of the Sky Eye are interesting..."

Murong Ji looked at the girl whose chest was almost pierced by something. He couldn't see her specific appearance clearly. He caught a glimpse of the vertical line on her head and was stunned.

He could actually see that eye clearly.

After checking the wound, the bleeding had stopped, probably because she had taken medicine. Murong Ji was relieved that she would not die immediately.

"Doctor, doctor, how is she?"

Murong Ji was a little speechless, too lazy to pay attention to him, and said: "Carry her to my house first."

"Oh, this is definitely not a place to see a doctor."

Murong Ji followed him and turned to look at the hill where he had done his morning prayers. Gao Daqiang was no longer there. [He really came for me! ]

"Hey! Are you looking for me?"

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. On his left, the figure of the Poison Boy suddenly appeared out of nowhere. If this was an enemy, he would have been killed long ago.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you." The Poison Boy's voice was still so innocent and childish, as if a child was declaring his ownership.

(End of this chapter)