Chapter 613 He chooses it himself
Passing by the old Chen family residence, the entire Chen family mansion was shrouded in moonlight. A cold, silent, and lifeless feeling surrounded the entire mansion.

Murong Ji took a quick glance and found that most of the people who had stayed at the Chen family to look after the house and to provide for their retirement had almost all died.

There were only a few old women left, waiting to die.

Collecting his thoughts, Murong Ji took a step forward and arrived at the center of the village. He walked forward a few steps and came to the door of Mu Renzhi's house.

It is still the familiar fenced yard, but it is a little older than it was six years ago.

The candlelight in the room was reflected on the ground. Although it was bright, it was constantly flickering.

It's midnight, and those who haven't slept yet must be really exhausted.

Murong Ji sighed softly and wanted to look inside the house, but unfortunately the window was too small and he couldn't see through the situation inside the house.

After thinking about it, he walked to the door, pushed open the fence, and knocked on the door softly.

"who is it?!"

A clear shout came from inside the house, and the voice seemed a little choked up, as if he was trying hard to suppress his emotions.

Murong Ji was slightly stunned, then said: "Chen Mi, I'm passing by Tianxuan City and want to stay overnight."

Then, there was no movement in the house. After waiting for a while, Yang Yan opened the door.

Murong Ji looked at Yang Yan in the moonlight. She looked haggard, with red and swollen eyes. The tears in the corners of her eyes had not been wiped away, and her hair was a little messy. She no longer had the high spirits and lively spirit that she had when they first met.

Yang Yan held the door with both hands and looked at Murong Ji who was standing at the door with full vigilance. The invisible murderous aura slowly locked onto him.

After not seeing him for five or six years, Murong Ji's appearance has changed a lot, and he is no longer the same child.

Nowadays, Murong Ji is fifteen or sixteen years old, so Yang Yan naturally can’t recognize him.

Murong Ji asked, "You are looking at me like this, are you going to pay me back for my consultation?"

Yang Yan suddenly remembered the past with Murong Ji. After confirming that it was Murong Ji, she stepped out of the door and said softly, "Young Master."

Murong Ji nodded and walked into the house. He immediately smelled a strong smell of medicine, took a deep breath, and asked in surprise: "Wooden Man Zhi was injured? It's not light!"

Yang Yan nodded, and then led Murong Ji directly into their bedroom.

On the bedside.

The wooden man was leaning against the bed, looking at the door. When he saw Murong Ji coming in, he was about to get out of bed, but he fluttered and fell back down. He smiled helplessly, sat on the bed and bowed from a distance: "Young sir, long time no see, how are you these days?"

Murong Ji nodded and glanced at Mu Renzhi's face, which was sallow and faintly black. He took a few steps forward and grabbed Mu Renzhi's pulse.

Just by checking his pulse, Murong Ji knew the answer. He didn't know why he was injured, but his body had already collapsed.

These injuries were also very difficult for him to endure. Murong Ji sighed lightly and said nothing more. He turned around and sat on the stool that Yang Yan brought over.

He pulled it forward, getting closer to the wooden man.

Speechless for a moment.

In this case, there is no need to take medicine, just wait for death. The state of running out of energy is still a natural death.

Aging is the most difficult disease to cure. Or, it can be said that there is no disease at all, it is just the time that has passed.

Mu Renzhi was very calm, as if he already knew his situation. Yang Yan didn't ask anything either.

Mu Renzhi suddenly asked, "Young sir, can I ask you for a favor?"

Murong Ji looked up, opened his mouth, but did not say the word of refusal. He nodded, which was considered as agreement.

"I know I'm dying, but I'm worried about them. I'm lucky to have met you for more than ten years."

"I also know that you are different from me. But I still want to ask you, sir, if they and their son encounter any difficulties in the future, I will be gone. Please help them for my sake."

As he spoke, the wooden man lying on the bed began to bow deeply, but he couldn't bend any further and hit the back of his hand.

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment. He walked forward and lifted up the wooden man. When he looked up, he was met with pleading eyes from the wooden man.

With just one glance, Murong Ji understood what Mu Renzhi was thinking.

Entrust your orphan to me! Entrust your family to me!

Yu Muren bluntly said that Yang Yan was an unattainable young lady.

If a person is beautiful, has a good family background, and has good qualifications, people will look up to him even if he has future achievements. In short, no matter which aspect, he can crush the wooden man.

Perhaps, from Mu Renzhi's point of view, meeting Yang Yan was the result of his family's repeated efforts in several lifetimes.

However, if Yang Yan had not met him, she would have had a very bright future instead of living with him in this small village.

If it were a few years ago, Mu Renzhi could still enjoy her kindness with peace of mind.

Now that he is about to die, he just wants to gain some protection for Yang Yan and her son, a protection that he can get by relying on his old face.

Murong Ji was silent for a moment, then he sighed and said slowly: "Do you know how powerful Yang Yan is? In the Dao League, among the powerful elders, she must have a place."

"Mu Renzhi, you entrusted the mother and son to me, and we don't even know who will protect whom." Murong Ji smiled bitterly. If it weren't for the dead monkey forcing him to become a casual cultivator, his family business would have been no worse than that of the middle-level families in the Taoist Alliance.

Helping Yang Yan and her son is not a problem, but now... he is just a casual cultivator with little influence.

"You are the only one I can trust." The wooden man patted the back of his hand, but his face was full of smiles.

Murong Ji glanced at Yang Yan beside him. He was a little speechless. He probably didn't know what the concept of a powerful elder of the Taoist Alliance was until now.

In other words, there is no such concept in his cognition at all.

What is Yang Yan's cultivation level? According to Murong Ji's understanding, he is a great master at the third level of Shangqing. Can he help him?
During a fight, will you stand behind him and hand him a magic weapon? ! !

Yang Yan was willing to call him "Little Master" because his medical skills were miraculous.

If it was because of her cultivation, no matter how old she was, she could only call herself "sir" without adding a little character.

Murong Ji looked at Yang Yan. She was still crying secretly and had no intention of explaining.

This made Murong Ji speechless for a moment.

Mu Renzhi doesn't understand and doesn't even give a reaction. Do I have to agree to it myself and then we will be embarrassed together? !

Murong Ji let out a long breath and said calmly: "Okay, I promise you."

Mu Renzhi finally relaxed, as if a worry had been lifted from his mind.

Then, Murong Ji prescribed a few doses of medicine, and after boiling them, he watched the shepherd drink them all. Seeing that his condition had improved a lot, he turned around and left the house, leaving time for the couple.

In Mu Renzhi's current state, no medicine has any effect on him. Murong Ji's medicine can only alleviate some of his pain between life and death.

When I walked into the side room, I saw the sleeping little kid. [I think his name is Mumie?!]

The next morning.

When Murong Ji came back from finishing his homework, he saw Yang Yan sitting in a daze on the edge of the bed.

The wooden man on the bed was already lifeless, but his face seemed peaceful, without much sign of pain.

Murong Ji couldn't help but sigh, "Please accept my condolences."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked into the room, intending to help Mu Renzhi to calm down. No matter what, since they had known each other for a while, it was only right for him to see him off.

Yang Yan stretched out her hand to stop him, her voice a little hoarse: "Young sir, we have known each other for a long time, you should know what I want."

Murong Ji nodded and put his hands behind his back. He could probably guess what Yang Yan wanted to say. But before her, she had already made an agreement with Mu Renzhi.

It is absolutely impossible for him to break his promise.

"I just want Mu Mie to live a peaceful life, without the troubles of the Dao League, and to be an ordinary person and live a stable life..."

"Young sir, you... understand what I mean."

Murong Ji was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "How do you know that what you give is what Mu Mie wants?"

"Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. Don't do to others what you want others to do to you."

"Yang Yan, there are some things that should not be discussed in detail. Although we have known each other for a long time, we have never been close friends. To me, Mu Renzhi is more likable than you."

"Now, considering that you are Mu Renzhi's wife, I will talk to you about this, just as a tribute to an old friend."

"Young sir, please speak."

Yang Yan stared blankly at the wooden corpse on the bed with his eyes wide open, feeling neither sad nor happy, his heart as dead as death, as if all emotions had been annihilated, his intelligence abandoned, and he had turned into a piece of stone.

"Back then, when you got married, there were rumors that you were pregnant before marriage. When you were getting married, I took a glance and knew it was true."

"You can say that the Yang family's reputation was trampled on by you. In the end, it was your old father who had to bear the consequences. Your brother took the responsibility."

"In my opinion, there is a better way to solve the problem between you two. There is no need to make such a fuss. What kind of personality is your father? After so many years, how can you not understand him?"

"If... forget it." Murong Ji glanced at Yang Yan.

She still had no reaction and could not help but sigh. It was useless to say anything now. The class gap meant that Mu Renzhi was not suitable to live in the Yang family.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji continued, "You are too self-centered. To put it bluntly, you are too selfish."

"Mu Mie's life should be decided by himself. I will teach him many things and guide him. How he practices and how he walks in the future are all his own choices."

"I will not allow anyone else to interfere. That's all I have to say. Take care of yourself."

Yang Yan still didn't react, staring blankly at the wooden man on the bed. "I'm someone else..."

Murong Ji walked forward and first checked the condition of Mu Renzhi, confirming that he had breathed his last.

Then he said, "What I learned has nothing to do with the Dao League, nor was it learned from the Dao League's secret teachings. It does not violate your original rules."

Just as he was about to help Mu Renzhi put away his clothes, Yang Yan again raised her hand to stop him and said softly, "Let me do it."

(End of this chapter)