Chapter 615: Where are they causing trouble again?

That stupid fox is called Tushan Rongrong!

It was not until the second half of the night that Mu Mie figured out what was going on. "Okay... It looks like a bubble, but the inside of the bubble is different from the outside..."

Murong Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Mu Mie's timid appearance, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. "Your comprehension is not very good, so you should study more in the future, okay?"

Xiao Mumie's face was covered with tears. He covered his swollen forehead and said in a muffled voice, "I know."

Murong Ji took out a string of candied haws, looked at Mu Mie's greedy look, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to eat some?"

Mu Mie nodded quickly, and then Murong Ji asked again: "What were you thinking when I hit you just now? Tell me, and I will give it to you."

Murong Ji leaned down and looked straight into Mu Mie's eyes, his face full of smiles and meaning.

"I... that... I was thinking that Brother Murong was a bad guy... but I... I also felt that you weren't that bad..."

Murong Ji chuckled, "He's quite honest. When I first met your father, I was attracted by his straightforwardness. He always said what he wanted to say, even if the result was very unfavorable to him."

"That's great. It only needs two more legs to become true."

Murong Ji stretched his body slowly, looked at the sky, it was already late, and then said: "Little guy, why did you come up with completely opposite answers just now?"

Mu Mie was stunned and tilted his little head, really thinking seriously.

Murong Ji chuckled. This kid was really beyond his expectations. After waiting for a while, he knew that he couldn't come up with an answer.

So he said, "Okay, don't think about it. I'm telling you now. You have to remember it and experience it carefully in the future."

Murong Ji touched his little head, and his lazy big hands soothed his soul and brain, "Because of thoughts, people are born with countless thoughts, wanting to do, not wanting to do, like, dislike, good or bad..."

"In short, there is no moment that is not contradictory. These thoughts are just ideas. Sometimes, my thoughts are extremely chaotic and I can't calm down at all."

"This thing is both powerful and weak. If you ignore it, it will get upset. Once you suppress it, it will become extremely powerful. Only if you do nothing, just 'watch' it, let it do whatever it wants, and ignore it, will it gradually calm down."

"Mu Mie, this is called 'watching'. It's like the surface of water. If you try to manipulate it, it will become turbulent in an instant. Only when you sit high up on the spiritual platform can you watch it stir up the storm. Without any feedback, it will naturally be calm."

"Mu Mie, you must remember what I am going to teach you. It is a method of cognition that transcends time and space, and allows you to see the full picture of all things in the world - Daluo Dongguan."

……

He lived in the Mu family for half a month and taught Mu Mie various boxing and sword techniques to practice life skills.

Just let him learn it. Even if he is not perfect, he has gotten the hang of it.

How far he can go in the future depends on himself.

This little fellow does have a talent for cultivation, or rather, the Yang family’s talent for cultivation has always been good.

With a flip of his palm, a ball of light blue light appeared on his left hand. Murong Ji casually pressed it on Mu Mie's brain. Facing Mu Mie's confused look, he said, "The master leads you to the door, but the practice is up to you. Mu Mie, I have led you on the road, and how you walk in the future depends on your own ability."

"I have taught you everything I should teach you. From now on, you need to walk the road ahead on your own." As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, Xiao Mumie became anxious.

He grabbed Murong Ji's sleeve and asked timidly, "Master, are you leaving? When will you be back? Also, are you going to look for Daddy?"

Murong Ji's face darkened instantly. What did you mean by that? Go find your father? Are you sending me away? !
Murong Ji exhaled deeply, "You are really my good disciple."

Mu Mie was completely confused.

Murong Ji looked at Mu Mie in front of him, and he was speechless. At such a young age, he already had a straightforward spirit.

"I really don't understand, did you inherit your father's temperament? Or your mother's temperament?" Murong Ji added.

"One is extremely honest, and the other is extremely stubborn. Xiao Mumie, I don't know when I will be back. However, you must complete my requirements for cultivation seriously. Do you hear me?"

Murong Ji's tone was extremely serious, and the little guy nodded very seriously. His silly look was so cute that it made Murong Ji smile again.

"You are still young and don't understand many things. It is inevitable that you will make mistakes in the future. So I will set a rule for you. Remember it well. If you make a mistake, I will spank you. If your sins are uncountable, I will kill you..."

Murong Ji was not threatening him. At this moment, he was extremely serious.

Mumie didn't know what life and death were, but he knew how terrible spanking was. Scared, little Mumie quickly covered his butt.

Murong Ji's strictness in cultivation was outrageous, and Mu Mie was often punished by him. Even when he complained to his mother, it was of no use except that he was beaten again.

"First, you must not lie. You must speak your mind. When you can be honest, you can relax this rule."

"Second, do not kill without reason..."

Mu Mie had repeated each of the precepts countless times, and it was unknown how many times he had been asked to copy them.

After emphasizing it to him once more, he was allowed to leave. That night, Murong Ji looked out the window. The night was bright, and the breeze was refreshing. Calculating the time, he had been here for quite some time.

It was still unknown when they would reach Tushan. Suddenly, thinking of Tushan Rongrong's money-obsessed look, Murong Ji's face darkened instantly.
If I want to borrow the power of heaven and earth from Tushan, it would probably be extremely difficult, and I don't know what I would be blackmailed by her.

He slowly exhaled and was about to climb out of the window, when he saw a man riding a sword slowly approaching under the night sky.

He stopped not far from the door of the Mu family. In the moonlight, one could see that the man was very elegant. The third eye on his forehead was even more obvious.

[Yang sighed, what is he doing here?!] Murong Ji frowned slightly, and then he thought of Mu Mie.

The Yang family announced to the public that they had severed ties with Yang Yan, but could they really do so completely?
If he was the head of the family and really wanted to cut off all ties with her, he would destroy Yang Yan's cultivation and dig out the eye on her forehead.

But now it is not done so radically.

Naturally, the Yang family would not ignore a descendant with such good talent as Mu Mie.

Not long after, Murong Ji saw Mu Mie hurriedly running out, chasing Yang Yitan's figure towards the hillside outside the village.

Not long after, Yang Yan also walked out of the room, looked at Murong Ji, as if blaming him, and then lightly stepped forward to catch up.

After seeing this, Murong Ji curled the corner of his mouth. Yang Yan was blaming him for not stopping her?

"Is this your Yang family's private matter? Is it something I can control?"

The voice turned into a thin line and reached Yang Yan's ears. Yang Yan's figure was flying in the air, her clothes swaying in the wind. She just looked back and said nothing more.

Murong Ji walked out of the house, thought about it, and followed him.

As soon as he landed, Murong Ji saw that Yang Yitan was talking to Mu Mie, and the third eye on Mu Mie's forehead had also been opened.

"Yes, now this Daluo Cave Temple is more suitable for Mumie." Murong Ji murmured.

When Yang Yitan saw Yang Yan coming, he stood behind the tree without showing himself. He sighed softly, stood up, bowed to the tree, and called softly, "Little aunt."

This sound reminded Murong Ji of the scene at the Yang family wedding banquet five or six years ago. It was also this boy who resolutely stood in front of his aunt.

Before Murong Ji could step forward, several people from the Yang family came over from a distance. Murong Ji took a quick look and saw that they were all Yang Yan's brothers.

Several people walked up to Murong Ji and clasped their fists as a greeting.

Murong Ji clasped his fists in return and then asked, "What are you doing? Are you planning to bring Mu Mie back to the Yang family?"

"Please excuse me, Master Chen. I am very stubborn and will not allow this boy to have the surname Yang. But he is a member of my Yang family after all, so it is not good to leave him without any way to protect himself. I say to Tan'er..."

Murong Ji nodded, turned to look at Mu Mie, and chuckled, "If that's the case, I'm relieved. Pay attention to teaching Mu Mie good conduct. I don't want him to fall into my hands one day."

After he finished speaking, Murong Ji turned around and walked down the hill.

At the foot of the hill was the carriage that Murong Ji had asked the Yang family to buy, and the driver was a woman named Ruhua.

Murong Ji got on the carriage. Ruhua swung the whip in the air and with a "snap" sound, the carriage slowly moved towards the official road.

Under the moonlight, Murong Ji looked at the small figures of Yang Yitan and Mu Mie, smiled, lowered the curtains, sat upright and closed his eyes to rest.

Returned to Tianxuan City and stayed for one night.

The next morning.

When Murong Ji was about to set off, he saw a group of rich young men walking in from the city gate.

It was Wang Quan Baiye and his gang. They looked as if they had just returned from an outing. It was unclear where they had been in the past six months.

Murong Ji had no plan to meet them. After avoiding them, he continued to head south to Tushan.

After passing Tianxuan City, it is not far from Tushan. Of course, this is relative to Beishan.

The journey to the south was a little easier. Unlike when we were in the north mountain, the desolate land with no people for thousands of miles and that feeling of loneliness could drive people crazy.

Along the way, unknowingly.

Murong Ji has reached perfection in the seventh level of Jade Purity. He only needs an opportunity to break through to the ninth level of Jade Purity.

When you get close to Tushan, you can see the shadow of Tushan from a distance.

Ruhua drove the carriage slowly forward. Murong Ji slowly lifted the curtain and looked out at the official road.

Six years have passed, and what Murong Ji did not expect was that the number of merchants and travelers going to Tushan has increased, which is more than several times more than six years ago.

(End of this chapter)