Chapter 579 Everyone in the village, come out!
He waited until Murong Ji's back was completely out of sight before he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, walked down the city wall, and walked towards Tushan Rongrong's room.

When I opened the door, I saw Tu Shan Rongrong sitting on the bed, lost in thought.

"Rongrong, you...he's gone."

Tu Shan Honghong stood at the door, not knowing how to start the conversation for a moment. Finally, she said something softly, which seemed to be a notification and also a comfort.

Tu Shan Rongrong came back to her senses, turned around and looked, then smiled, but the smile looked more and more forced, "I know, sister."

Then he turned his head and his eyes fell on the mat in front of her bed again, "I have always known..."

In order to make him live in Tushan with peace of mind, she almost put in a lot of effort. She was afraid that he would run away, so she just watched him herself. In the end, it was all in vain and she still couldn't keep him.

The aura around Tushan Rongrong suddenly soared, her demonic power increased significantly again, and she officially entered the ranks of demon kings.

"Rongrong?!" Tushan Honghong was a little worried. Her current condition was not right.

"Don't worry, sister. I'm fine."

It's bright.

Murong Ji chewed a piece of dry food while absorbing and guiding the purple air coming from the east into his body. He looked back at the distance he had traveled and felt a little helpless.

The speed of travel is too slow. It may take several years to reach Beishan.

Calculating the distance from Tushan to Beishan, if they continue walking at this speed, it will probably take them ten years to arrive.

Being on the road for such a long time is really... After thinking about it, I can accept it. That damn monkey will not let him stay in one place for a long time.

Murong Ji sighed softly, feeling the temperature of the sun getting higher and higher, and the purple air it emitted getting hotter and hotter, so he stopped practicing.

Patting Huang Shiren on the back, he said softly, "Since you have already awakened your spiritual wisdom, can you understand what I say?"

Huang Shiren nodded and continued walking.

Murong Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If he couldn't understand what he was saying, he might as well sell it. "Do you still remember the method I used to help you comb your body meridians?"

Huang Shiren nodded again, and then practiced the technique again, indicating that he could do it too.

Murong Ji looked at him with some surprise. The qualifications and comprehension of this cow seemed acceptable.

What is qualification?

It is the upper limit of a person's growth, just like two wooden barrels with the same bottom area. One barrel is one meter high and the other is three meters high. The amount of things they contain is the person's aptitude.

The three-meter-high wooden barrel is of better quality than the one-meter-high wooden barrel.

Of course, it does not mean that their achievements must be based on their qualifications. Qualifications can help monks practice smoothly. However, they can also become shackles that imprison them.

After practicing to the upper limit of one's own ability, if one can break the restraints on oneself and transform into a higher and bigger bucket, this is the transformation of the life level. At that time, aptitude is not so important.

It depends on one's character. Only those with a strong character can go further.

And insight refers to a person's ability to understand and recognize.

Murong Ji looked at the cow. Compared with the many monsters in Tushan, the cow had good qualifications.

After thinking for a while, he said in a deep voice: "I will teach you a step now, see if you can learn it."

Murong Ji placed his palm on Huang Shiren's spine, and then helped him circulate qi. After making sure that he had memorized the route for qi circulation, he climbed in front of him and began to walk with the Lu Zu Step.

Looking back, he saw Huang Shiren also imitating him. His movements were a little unfamiliar, and he didn't know how to move his four hooves, but he did learn some moves.

This is considered quite good, Murong nodded with satisfaction.

After being tortured by Tushan Honghong, he felt that his patience had improved a lot.

After several hours, Huang Shiren was able to walk again, and his speed had increased a lot.

Murong Ji tapped his feet lightly, leaped onto Huang Shiren's back, sat cross-legged, and continued to guide the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body for cultivation.

Huang Shiren walked forward in silence, while also practicing the steps he had just learned.

North Hill.

It was originally the territory of the human race, but because of the Demon-Suppressing Talisman, after the monsters there destroyed the Demon-Suppressing Kingdom, they took control of all important positions and completely turned that place into the world of monsters.

According to what he knew, Shi Kuan, the Demon King of Beishan, was a very principled person. Under his rule, the demons were not allowed to kill humans at will. This could be considered the first country in the world where humans and demons lived together.

The nickname of Lord of Destruction not only has extremely strong prestige among the demon race, but also has considerable reputation among the human race and the Yiqi Dao League.

Murong Ji looked at the information in his hand. Under the current environment, the relationship between the human race and the Beishan demon race is somewhat tense, even hostile.

In other words, the Yiqidao League mainly targets Beishan and Nanguo.

In fact, no matter how hostile the top leaders are, it will not affect the lower-level people much. The lower-level humans and monsters will not care about what the upper leaders decide, after all, they need to eat.

If you don't eat, you will starve to death. Who cares whether you are hostile or not? The Dao League has repeatedly issued orders, but there are still many merchants who trade with the Beishan Monster Kingdom.

Compared with the turmoil brought about by the civil strife in the Human Race's Dao Alliance, Beishan has always been in a relatively stable state. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an era of peace and prosperity.

Murong Ji chuckled. The people of the Taoist Alliance were really getting worse and worse. They fought each other, slayed demons and eliminated monsters, but in the end, no one even looked at them in the eye.

If Shi Kuan is really serious, is there anyone in the Dao League who can fight him except Wang Quan Shouzhuo? Moreover, Wang Quan Shouzhuo's body...

"What a bunch of useless things..." Murong Ji's face was full of disdain. The bad nature of the human race is that they are good at fighting among themselves but not good at fighting outside.

Once a genius or an outstanding figure really appears, most humans do not play the role of helping, but rather of being a hindrance.

Compared with the social environment of the demon clan where strength is respected, the Yiqi Daomeng is really not a big deal nowadays.

"No wonder Wang Quan Shouzhuo is eager to reform, but he is hindered by Xiao Wancheng again."

Thinking of Xiao Wancheng, Murong Ji was also convinced. This guy might not be the strongest among the Taoist Alliance, but his vision and methods were absolutely powerful.

Murong Ji looked up at the sky. After traveling for nearly half a year, he was finally approaching Tianxuan City. Looking at the curling smoke in front of him, he came across a village.

"Old Huang, let's rest in the village ahead today."

Huang Shiren mooed twice as a response.

After entering the village, Murong Ji got off the cow and walked towards the village step by step.

There is no aura of monsters in the entire village. The closer to Tianxuan City, the lower the chance of monsters developing intelligence.

"Does the scope of this sword of royal power have such a wide range of suppression?"

Murong Ji muttered to himself that in the Zhu Xian world, only the Zhu Xian Sword could be compared to a magic weapon of this level, but the Zhu Xian Sword did not have the function and effect of suppressing.

If it comes down to it, it has to be the Fulong Ding, but the quality of the Fulong Ding is much inferior to that of the Zhuxian Sword.

After coming to his senses, Murong Ji found a farmer's house, knocked on their door a few times, and then shouted loudly: "Is anyone there?"

"Who is it?!" A hoarse and weathered voice came from inside the house. It was a farm girl's voice.

Murong Ji took a step back and bowed, "I just passed by here. It's getting late now. I hope you can accommodate me for one night."

A farm lady came out of the house. She was in her forties, with dark skin but bright eyes.

The woman looked Murong Ji up and down, a little surprised, because Murong Ji was really a little young. She looked at the cow behind him and asked tentatively, "Are you... a young Taoist priest from the Taoist Alliance?"

"Big sister, good luck, it's Xiaodao."

The elder sister felt relieved when she saw that Murong Ji did not have any domineering aura. She took a few steps forward and opened the gate. "It's okay. Our house is a little run-down. Just don't be disgusted."

"It's okay, it's okay. It's my blessing that elder sister is willing to take me in." Murong Ji led the cow into the yard with a smile. Following the elder sister's instructions, he tied the cow in the firewood shed, and then followed her into the house.

This farm family, with four people including a son and a daughter, is a happy family. They happened to be having a meal.

Murong Ji glanced at the food on their table. There were wild vegetables, steamed bread with fine bran, and a pot of stewed vegetable made of some unknown meat.

After a quick wash, he sat at the table.

Murong Ji took a bite and it was really good. "Hmm! Delicious! Big brother is so lucky to have married such a skilled wife."

"Hahaha! Just kidding, just kidding." The man replied shyly, his shy face couldn't hide his pride.

After dinner, Murong Ji was arranged to stay in the side room. In the farmhouse courtyard, there was no distinction between the bedroom and the living room.

Most of them live together as a family.

As night fell, Murong Ji looked at the night scene outside the window, slowly calmed down and continued to rest.

Time passed little by little, and midnight arrived. The stars in the sky seemed to be slowly descending. Before they knew it, they were covered by dark clouds, and the sky became even darker.

"call out!"

A sound of breaking through the air was heard and landed in the middle of the village. The energy overflowed and the hurricane it stirred up directly blew away the roofs of the houses in the middle of the village.

Immediately following, dozens of figures fell down at the same time. The surrounding houses were in a terrible state, and the villagers were driven out of the village, with no one knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Murong Ji slowly opened his eyes, feeling somewhat unhappy. Are all cultivators nowadays so rampant?

In his impression, disciples of Qingyun Mountain were not allowed to cause disturbances in the mortal world when they went down the mountain. When entering the city, they could only walk on the ground, and the rules were strict and the punishments were severe.

"Everyone in the village, come out!"

The young man's scolding voice rumbled and spread directly in the night sky of the entire village. With just one sentence, everyone in the village was awakened.

(End of this chapter)