Chapter 555: Of course, it is to reunite them as father and son
Murong Ji took a few steps forward and felt his mother's pulse. The injury was not serious, and she had already taken some medicinal pills. In addition, she had some cultivation experience. Although her Taoism was not high, she was able to save her life.

"They... ahem... where are Qingzhu and the others..."

"Everyone's life is saved, there's no need to worry." Murong Ji wanted to help Mang Shirui up, but he was too small to even be a walking stick for her.

Mang Shirui slowly stood up with the help of the pillar, walked tremblingly to the bedside, and slowly lay down, "I know that you always think that I am too persistent, and I practice without caring about my life after getting the cultivation method."

"Son, look at this, look at this. Ordinary people have no choice in front of a monk... let alone fate."

"You have to practice well, don't be lazy..."

Murong Ji sighed softly, bandaged his mother's wound, and then covered her with a blanket. "Don't worry, I'm here... If it doesn't work, there's still Chen Quan..."

Mang Shirui's face changed, and she instantly became a little discouraged, "I'm afraid your father... forget it."

After leaving the bedroom, Murong Ji helped Zhu Ju up, bandaged her wound, and applied medicine. Then he walked into the yard.

Taking a deep breath, the smell of blood hit me in the face.

It almost enveloped the entire Chen Mansion, making people feel suffocated.

The former prosperity and tranquility of this manor have disappeared, leaving only dead silence.

Murong Ji looked at the corpses one by one. They were all stabbed in the throat by a sword. The blood had not yet dried... The smell of blood slowly dissipated.

There was not the slightest sign of fighting or struggling. It was just like what my mother said, mortals and monks were almost creatures of two different levels and could not even resist.

Some were killed without even realizing it.

Although he had foreseen this, Murong Ji still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw her naked in front of him again.

What kind of feeling is that?

Suddenly, a man appeared at the door, Xiao Wancheng.

Xiao Wancheng stood at the door with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile on his face, watching Murong Ji treating the wounded. Murong Ji, on the other hand, seemed to be unable to see him and was busy with his own work.

"If these people die, we can just recruit another batch. Why bother with that effort..."

Murong Ji turned over a corpse and examined it carefully to see if there was any possibility of saving the person. After confirming that the person had no signs of life, he sighed.

He said in a deep voice: "There is still a big difference between animals and humans. Only heaven and earth are the parents of all things, and only humans are the spirits of all things. Among the nature of heaven and earth, humans are the most precious."

"For a heartless person like you, this is how your life will be."

Heart refers to the four hearts of human beings. Mencius believed that people have four hearts: the heart of compassion, the heart of shame and disgust, the heart of courtesy and humility, and the heart of right and wrong. Those who do not have these four hearts are "not human beings."

If you are not even a human being anymore, what is the point of talking about propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame?
Murong Ji stood up and looked up at the Third Young Master who was sitting cross-legged above his head. There was anger in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do. His weak strength was his original sin.

Exhaling weakly, Murong Ji looked at Xiao Wancheng again, [At least, I won't die here. ]

The next moment, Murong Ji held in his hand a long sword condensed from energy, which seemed to be made of transparent crystal. It was simple and majestic, and its murderous intent was not weak at all.

"Oh? Hello? You want to fight me?"

Xiao Wancheng looked at Murong Ji with amusement, still with that nonchalant expression, "Child, come with me to the Xiao family, you will be a direct descendant of my Xiao family, and these people are your bond to the Xiao family."

"It's also a handle for others to attack you. I'll help you cut it off without dirtying your hands. Just pretend you don't know. Isn't that good?"

Murong Ji didn't know what to say for a moment, and sneered, "Master Xiao, can you tell me how my cheap father Chen Quan is doing now?"

Xiao Wancheng's face suddenly became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Chen Quan colluded with the demon clan to plot against the mine, and I have executed him!"

The smile on Murong Ji's face slowly faded, and he said in a deep voice: "I was wondering why I haven't received any letters from him for a while. Dad, I'm sorry for you. You didn't make it through the law that the protagonist's parents died."

Murong Ji's voice became increasingly gloomy, and murderous intent slowly spread. The sword energy in the sky slowly condensed, and within a few breaths, it had already filled the sky, like suspended raindrops, hanging but not falling.

The tip of one of the huge swords pressed against the back of the Third Young Master's neck...

High in the sky, the third young master, who was sitting and watching the show, turned dark in his face, and then dispersed the sword energy around him, allowing it to condense three meters away from him.

Murong Ji's expression suddenly changed, and he became cold in an instant. He said in a deep voice: "Master Xiao, I am very curious, what on earth are you thinking? You killed my parents, and you still want me to be grateful to you?"

Xiao Wancheng's eyes darkened, and his face gradually became colder. "You are young and don't understand. I don't blame you. It's true that your parents gave birth to you, but you are a disciple of my Xiao family."

"That will be your supreme honor, like a rebirth for you. To transform from a mortal to a monk, you must sever the ties of these mortals. Come with me quickly, don't be ungrateful!" Murong Ji stroked his hair upwards, revealing a half-smile on his face, "I see, you have been high and mighty for so long that you have forgotten that you are also an ant."

"Today, I will teach you a word..." As he spoke, Murong Ji's aura suddenly condensed on the sword in his hand, and he held the sword in front of his chest.

"Heaven and earth are so unkind that they regard all things as stupid dogs!"

After saying this, Murong Ji's figure suddenly disappeared, almost turning into a stream of light. He silently recited the sword formula in his heart, [The righteousness of heaven and earth, long-lasting, does not seek to kill the immortals...]

"But kill the ghosts and gods!" The last sentence was almost shouted out with gritting teeth!
The third young master above his head suddenly stood up, his eyes burning with fire, and suddenly laughed as he watched Murong Ji's moves.

When he glanced at the power of heaven and earth in this area, which was rushing towards Murong Ji, he knew that he was determined to die.

Then, with a wave of his hand, most of the power of heaven and earth dissipated...

Figures crossed each other, Murong Ji stood in a bow stance ten meters behind Xiao Wancheng, the Qi sword in his hand slowly dispersed, and then, he sat down on the ground in an ungraceful manner, gasping for breath.

He was sweating all over and shivering constantly.

The Art of Killing Ghosts and Gods was a move from the Upper Purity Realm. A young cultivator at the second level of Jade Purity barely managed to perform it with the help of the power of heaven and earth, but he almost lost half his life.

[If it doesn't work, I can only cling to the Third Master's thigh! ]

Turning his head, Xiao Wancheng was stunned in the spot. He stared blankly at the wound on his chest, which was so deep that the bone could be seen. No, it almost broke his sternum.

"What a great swordsmanship! What a great move! Others only learned a few moves from the secret teachings of the Taoist Alliance, which is already amazing. You have obtained a complete set of inheritance!"

Xiao Wancheng's voice became increasingly sharp; his excitement and the emotions he tried his best to suppress seemed a little strange.

He turned around and looked at Murong Ji with an eager face, as if he had forgotten the pain. The magic power in his body slowly healed the wound, but the wound was too deep. If the force was a little stronger, it would really hit his internal organs.

Murong Ji sighed, his body was still too young and too weak to support him in fighting against others.

If the Qi and blood are not supplied, the true Qi will not be supplied either.

Murong Ji lay on the ground, looking at the Third Young Master who was watching the show in the sky. His hope at this moment could only be placed on this person.

"Chen Mi...oh no...Xiao Mi, you will be a child of my Xiao family from now on. When you grow up, in order to maintain the bloodline inheritance of the family, I will match you with a suitable girl from the tribe."

Xiao Wancheng walked forward and was about to pick up Murong Ji.

Murong Ji casually threw out two sword energies, stopping Xiao Wancheng's steps, and then slowly sat up, "Your Xiao family is a wealthy family, and the threshold is too high. I have small arms and legs, and I can't climb over it."

"Besides, the only person who has a connection with the Xiao family is my cheap father. I may be soft-hearted, but I am not so soft-hearted that I would acknowledge the thief as my father if he killed my parents. Besides, I have other choices now."

Murong Ji looked behind Xiao Wancheng and suddenly laughed, "You said so, Mr. Fei... I heard that you don't have a son, how about you take me in as your apprentice, and I will take care of you until the end of your life?"

In the jungle, Butler Fei walked out slowly behind a man. The middle-aged man in the lead looked a little sick, wearing a light yellow coat. If you didn't look carefully, you would think it was a shirt.

There is a pair of white pants underneath, which is really a middle shirt.

A light cloak was also draped over his shoulders.

Her hair was tied up in a bun at the back of her head, but her face was kind of gentle, and she looked like someone who was easy to bully...

The king is simple and honest!

"Master Wang Quan, this is my Xiao family's private matter..." Xiao Wancheng looked at the two people who were slowly approaching with a gloomy face.

"Yeah." Wang Quan replied calmly, then looked at the wound on his chest, "With your ability, you shouldn't be hit by such a sword..."

Xiao Wancheng put his hands behind his back. The aura of the head of the family was not weak at all. The Wangquan family had been weak for hundreds of years, and the Zhang family was more intimidating than them. "Let this child vent his anger... He will understand my good intentions in the future."

Wang Quan's eyes fell on Murong Ji, his expression indifferent, "I remember, his last name is Chen, right? When did he become a disciple of your Xiao family?"

Xiao Wancheng looked calm and said with a cold snort, "Wanqing's son-in-law has evil intentions. He swapped the concubine's child with my Xiao family's offspring. Recently, when the family was hosting a sacrifice and the bloodline was activated, they discovered this."

"That evil creature actually wanted to steal the bloodline of my Xiao family. Today, I am only trying to set things right."

Murong Ji's face darkened little by little, "Master Xiao, where is Chen Ning? How did you deal with him?"

"A bastard who tried to replace the talented son of my Xiao family will naturally be sent to reunite with his father." Xiao Wancheng said it very easily, as if he was just executing some random person.

(End of this chapter)