Chapter 614 Point your finger at me

Murong Ji nodded, stepped aside, and quietly watched Yang Yan wipe and tidy up the wooden man's clothes and put on the funeral clothes that had been prepared long ago.

I poured some clean water to clean his face.

Murong Ji walked out the door and glanced at the other room. Xiao Mumie was sleeping soundly and had no idea that his father had passed away.

He turned around and walked out of the house, took out a piece of wood from the Qiankun Qingguang Ring, made a coffin, and did some simple refining.

This coffin was made according to the coffin in his memory from his previous life.

Not long after, Yang Yan came out carrying the wooden man's corpse on his back. He was surprised to see a strange coffin lying across the door.

Seeing Murong Ji signaling her to put the wooden man in, she hesitated for a moment, then carefully put the wooden man on her back in place.

Cover the coffin and nail the nails.

Then, Murong Ji asked, "Have you decided where to bury him?"

Yang Yan shook her head.

Murong Ji waved his hand, and the coffin floated up and followed him.

After leaving the courtyard, Murong Ji glanced at the surrounding environment.

As far as Feng Shui and physiognomy were concerned, he did not have much attainment and had never studied it in detail.

However, there are some commonalities in terms of formation, and they do have the ability to locate a tomb.

After burying the wooden man, I returned to the yard. Xiao Mumie had already gotten up. He was rubbing his sleepy eyes and waiting obediently in the house.

Seeing Yang Yan coming back, he shouted with joy on his face, "Mom, I'm hungry."

Yang Yan picked up Mu Mie and walked towards the kitchen.

"By the way, mother, where is father? Hasn't he gotten up yet?" Mu Mie's voice made Yang Yan pause, and then he continued to walk towards the kitchen.

After preparing breakfast, a few people took a bite. Then, Xiao Mumie hurriedly ran out of the yard and ran towards the east end of the village.

Murong Ji was a little surprised. Was this an appointment with his friends?
Then he pursed his lips and said slowly: "Such a day is indeed happy. If it can be like this for a lifetime, practicing may not be a good thing for him."

He glanced at Yang Yan and saw that she was eating like a log. He sighed again, finished the porridge in the bowl, and then said, "Please accept my condolences. You and I are cultivators. We should be open-minded about matters of life and death."

What's more, he had already reminded them five years ago, so this outcome was expected and they should be mentally prepared.

Putting down the chopsticks, "I'll go check on Mu Mie. Don't forget, you still have Mu Mie to take care of."

Then he walked out of the yard and looked towards the east side of the village, looking for Mu Mie's small figure.

A table was placed under the big tree at the east end of the village. I don't know when it was put there.

There was a storyteller standing in front of the table, and quite a few people had gathered in front of him.

Mu Mie rushed into the crowd and squeezed to the front.

"The so-called Eastern Divine Fire and the Sword of Royal Power refer to the two major families in the Dao League. The East and the Royal Power."

"Last time we talked about the story of two families slaying demons and monsters. This time, let's talk about the Yang family of the Sky Eye."

"Speaking of this Yang family member, he was born with an eye on his forehead, called the Heavenly Eye. That's very powerful. No matter what moves you make or what skills you use, he can see through everything."

"It can be said that he anticipated the enemy's moves and lost before the opponent even started fighting..."

Murong Ji stood behind the crowd, but his attention was on Mu Mie. Then, he shifted his gaze to the storyteller.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then his gaze fell on a few people hiding not far behind the tree.

He had seen these people before. They were Yang Yan's brothers, including his biological brothers and his half-brothers.

Murong Ji couldn't help but cover his face and laugh. This family is really...

Thinking of Yang Yan, the Yang family really worried about her.

Looking towards the front of the crowd, I saw Mu Mie, who was listening with great interest. His eyes almost popped out of his head and his face was full of longing.

Judging from the situation alone, the little guy will definitely choose to become a monk in the future.

Who doesn't want power? ! !

"If Mu Mie can return to the Yang family, with his qualifications and strength, he will definitely..."

Before Murong Ji could finish his words, a rebuke suddenly appeared behind him: "Impossible."

Yang Yan took a few steps forward, but she didn't know when she arrived: "Mu Mie can only have the surname Mu, not Yang."

The voice was cold and icy, and the pressure from the powerful Shangqing came upon him.

Murong Ji chuckled and nodded, "His surname is Mu, not Yang. Not bad. Since he doesn't have the Yang family's Heavenly Eye, I also have a way to get him a pair of Cang Eyes."

As he spoke, he pointed to his eyes. The pair of gray pupils made Yang Yan a little surprised. At first glance, he really was a blind man.

"No matter whether it succeeds or not, the worst that can happen is that Mu Mie will become a blind man. If he doesn't have any more skills to rely on, he will be really weak, helpless and pitiful."

"I guess he won't even be able to find a wife in the end, let alone someone blind enough to fancy a man with such a stubborn character inherited from his father..."

Yang Yan: “…”

After reacting, Yang Yan glared at Murong Ji fiercely, walked into the crowd, grabbed Mu Mie by the back of his neck, dragged him out of the crowd, and held his hand and walked towards home. "Mother, mother, I...can I go back later?"

"No!" Yang Yan shouted. Then her eyes turned red again and her voice softened, "Not today."

Mu Mie lowered his head in disappointment and was pulled back home by Yang Yan.

Murong Ji followed behind the mother and son and sighed softly.

Walking into the yard, Murong Ji saw Mu Mie who was struggling to learn to read. The little guy had a bitter face and looked very troubled, half guessing and half guessing how to read.

What he read was irrelevant. He just read whatever he wanted to read... Yang Yan sat beside him with an expressionless face, lost in thought.

Murong Ji sat next to Mu Mie and pulled out his reading notebook.

Yang Yan came back to his senses and said in a deep voice: "Young sir, aren't you leaving?" His tone was quite impolite, and was far less friendly than when Mu Renzhi was alive.

This was the tone that high-level cultivators used to talk to a rookie Taoist cultivator like him in the Jade Purity Realm. With his powerful strength and wealthy family background, there was naturally no need for him to give face to others.

Being arrogant and rude, and exuding an unconscious arrogance all the time is the nature of a girl from an aristocratic family.

Murong Ji said nothing. He wrote down the pinyin one by one in the notebook, and then taught Mu Mie to read step by step.

The little guy learned very quickly, and soon he had recognized 20 to 30 of them. Murong Ji then took out the notebook from his hand and said, "I'll test you again in a few days. If you remember them, I'll buy you a candied haws. How about that?"

Mu Mie was confused and asked timidly, "What is a candied haws?"

Murong Ji slapped him on the face. What kind of life did the little guy live in the past? Didn’t you buy him snacks? “It’s just delicious.”

The little guy's eyes lit up instantly: "Then can I leave one for Daddy and Mommy?"

Murong Ji was speechless for a moment, and after a moment of silence he said, "It's up to you."

After staying there for four or five days, Murong Ji taught Mu Mie how to read and write.

The people from the Yang family had also been wandering around here, and did not approach them to interact with them. It seemed that they were just looking at Yang Yan from a distance, wanting to confirm Yang Yan's current condition.

Murong Ji slowly retracted his gaze and glanced at Mu Mie who was sitting next to him and learning to read. He then looked at Yang Yan who was sewing clothes for Mu Mie.

With her level of Taoist cultivation, she is already considered a top-notch master in the Taoist Alliance. How could she not have discovered her brothers?

"They are coming, don't you plan to go and meet them..."

Yang Yan looked outside the yard, then withdrew his gaze calmly, and then said: "That place is not my home, I can't control it... There is no need to see them..."

Murong Ji was speechless for a moment, nodded, and then looked at Mu Mie.

I looked at the words he wrote and listened to him read them out loud. Then I tested the meaning of the words. There were some mistakes and omissions. It was really not easy for him to achieve this level at his age.

"Sir, have I passed this test?" Mu Mie stared at him with his big watery eyes, looking at him expectantly.

"Passed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji casually flipped over a few strings of candied haws that he had just made not long ago and handed them over.

Mu Mie took a bite carefully, and his eyes lit up instantly. He liked the sour and sweet taste very much. "Is this hawthorn?"

Murong Ji smiled and rubbed his head, "Yes, hawthorn."

Everyone likes smart kids, and Murong Ji is no exception. He also likes geniuses who can understand things at a glance.

"Starting tomorrow, I will teach him to lay the foundation of life skills, and I will also be responsible for the resources for his future practice." Murong Ji's voice suddenly sounded.

However, Yang Yan turned a deaf ear and said nothing, immersed in her own world.

Murong Ji smiled silently, taking it as her consent.

In the evening, Murong Ji took Mu Mie out.

Arriving at his father's grave, he said, "Go, kowtow to your father."

Mu Mie was bewildered and didn't understand. Why did his father, who had coaxed him to sleep a few days ago, come here now?

Mu Mie still walked to the grave and kowtowed.

Murong Ji looked back slightly and saw a man standing in the jungle not far away, Yang Yan.

[Heh, you're worried about me. That's right, Yang Yan's motivation to live now is this little piece of wood.]

"Mu Mie, come here."

Murong Ji waved his hand, motioning Mu Mie to come to him, and saw the little guy looking up with some confusion, then stretched out his hand and pointed, "What did you see?"

Xiao Mumie stared blankly for a while and said, "I saw Brother Murong pointing his finger at me."

Murong Ji: "..."

He instantly became furious, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he slapped Mu Mie on the forehead, "You blockhead! Did I want you to watch this?!"

"Look! Keep looking! If you can't see clearly, I'll throw you into the mountains to feed the wolves!"

He himself was not a person who could patiently teach his disciples. The last time he encountered such a stupid disciple was the time before that...

(End of this chapter)