Chapter 630: Pure Yangyan, Samadhi True Fire

"For meals, tea, and other things, the old man needs to find someone he can trust."

Murong Ji stood up, wrote a new prescription, thought about it, and added a few more herbs.

I was keeping an eye out. If someone really drugged Dongfang Gu Yue, these medicines could counteract the medicinal properties and allow Dongfang Gu Yue to live a few more years.

There was no way, he was too old and injured. After being tortured for more than ten years, his essence had long been consumed. Even if no one gave him drugs, he would not live for many years.

"Mr. Dongfang, you can start making plans for your future generations." Murong Ji said this vaguely, but Dongfang Guyue understood it.

Dongfang Huaizhu looked at Murong Ji in astonishment. She glanced at the medicine he prescribed. They were all herbs for her father's injuries. She knew a little about their effects, but she was not an expert in them...

Dongfang Gu Yue was a little stunned. Other doctors had told him that the patient was in good health and would have no problem living for another ten years.

Why did it change when it came to Murong Ji? Dongfang Guyue was about to ask a few questions when she saw Murong Ji pointing a finger at Dongfang Guyue's chest.

The next moment, Dongfang Guyue felt tired and sleepiness instantly swept over his body.

"Tiger and wolf tonic can certainly refresh your mind and replenish your energy. But it will also consume more of your own essence. That's all I have to say. Take care of yourself."

Murong Ji left the prescription and walked out of the study.

Not long after, Dongfang Huaizhu caught up and arranged for Murong Ji to stay temporarily, and also took care of Dongfang Guyue for a few days.

Murong Ji nodded. This was only natural. Only when Dongfang Guyue's condition improved did he feel at ease with these resources.

The sky gradually darkened, and disciples from Shenhuoshan Villa brought food.

Murong Ji took a look and saw that it was indeed poisoned. He couldn't help but sneer, "What kind of brain does this Jin Renfeng have?! So stupid?! Or is he confident?!"

He didn't care and ate the meal cleanly. This little bit of poison could be completely digested by the Six-Storey Immortal Thief.

After finishing his homework, Murong Ji slowly fell asleep. It was not until late at night that he opened his eyes when he sensed someone approaching.

Looking up, I saw Jin Renfeng walking in cautiously.

"Mr. Jin, what brings you here so late at night?" Murong Ji suddenly spoke, scaring Jin Renfeng.

"You...you didn't sleep."

"How can I sleep with you here? The poison at night is pretty good. I'm a little curious. How did you come up with the idea of ​​poisoning a famous doctor?"

Murong Ji sat up from the bed, looking at Jin Renfeng with a cold gaze, and pounced on Jin Renfeng with a sense of oppression.

Jin Renfeng's forehead was covered with sweat, and then he smiled, not afraid at all, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know what kind of poison it is. This place is located in southern Xinjiang, and some of the food ingredients are poisonous..."

"Mr. Murong, we have no grudges against each other. I apologize to you for the misunderstanding not long ago." As he said this, he threw a bag of silver essence on the table.

"I hope that we won't have any more misunderstandings in the next few days."

Murong Ji smiled grimly, but said nothing, watching Jin Renfeng walk out of the room.

Jin Renfeng walked to the door and suddenly stopped, "Oh, by the way, my master won't believe you! An outsider... hehe..."

Murong Ji did not say anything. He calmly closed the door, stretched himself, put away the silver essence, and then looked at the ball of dark Qi in his hand.

Heart-eating insect.

[Chen Duo's method is really useful.] Then, he yawned and went back to sleep.

For seven consecutive days, Murong Ji diagnosed Dongfang Guyue's pulse. After treatment, his body recovered a lot and his condition became better and better.

"Well, your ability is really amazing! Awesome!"

Facing Dongfang Guyue's praise, Murong Ji said nothing. He was silent for a long time, glanced at Dongfang Huaizhu who was standing beside him, and then said: "Deal with your eldest disciple as soon as possible, otherwise... you..."

"Don't bother with that..."

Murong Ji shook his head and said nothing more. After boiling the medicine, he watched Dongfang Guyue drink it, and then said, "Senior Dongfang should feel how his body is doing."

"Take this prescription for a year and your injury will heal naturally. Remember to be careful with your diet. I have been away for a long time. I will take my leave later. I wonder if Mr. Dongfang has any other instructions?"

Dongfang Guyue waved her hand and said, "Have a good trip."

"Thank you."

After leaving the study, Murong Ji walked out of the yard.

Suddenly, Dongfang Huaizhu caught up, stopped Murong Ji, and handed him a Qiankun bag in his hand: "Sir, please tell me, what is the condition of my father?"

Just as Murong Ji was about to speak, Jin Renfeng rushed over and said, "Junior sister, how is Master's health? Is he feeling better? I called Mr. Ming to come and see Master, so that he won't be delayed by a quack doctor."

Dongfang Huaizhu frowned slightly and was about to speak when a disciple brought in a doctor at the gate of the courtyard.

"Miss Dongfang, I heard that the old hero's injury recurred?" A middle-aged man came in with a medicine box on his back. Behind him were two disciples from Shenhuoshan Villa.

"Mr. Ming!?" Dongfang Huaizhu exclaimed, turned to look at Jin Renfeng, then looked at Murong Ji, but did not say anything. He bowed slightly to Mr. Ming.

"My father's injury has indeed relapsed, but fortunately, he has been treated by Mr. Murong and his injury has improved. Thank you Mr. Lao Ming for your concern."

As he was talking, Dongfang Huaizhu led Mr. Ming into the study. Before entering the study, Dongfang Huaizhu looked back at Murong Ji but did not say anything.

"Haha, smart girl." Murong Ji murmured. Then the smile on his face disappeared, and he said in a deep voice: "Another stupid one."

Jin Renfeng's face was gloomy. In the past seven days, this man has always been flirting with Junior Sister! The master's health is gradually getting better. Years of planning are about to be ruined!

I hate Murong Ji to death! What's even more annoying is that I can't beat him!

"Hmph! Where did you come from, this quack doctor? Get out of Shenhuoshan Villa!" Jin Renfeng shouted angrily, his temper flared up and he instantly lost his rationality.

The red robe sleeves were suddenly waved, bringing endless flames towards Murong Ji.

If Murong Ji didn't understand fire magic, this attack would have seriously injured him if not killed.

Murong Ji sneered, and then shouted loudly, "Murder and silence! Jin Renfeng! Your master is not dead yet. Are you so impatient?"

Voice transmission and soul search!

The sound rumbled and shook, almost spreading throughout the entire Shenhuoshan Villa.

In an instant, Jin Renfeng's expression changed drastically. Without waiting for a rebuke or explanation, the panic on his face turned into a dull expression.

Incredible!

Murong Ji put his hands together and pointed his sword fingers at his divine fire. In just a moment, the endless flames quickly dissipated, as if they had never appeared.

If there hadn't been some scorching heat still remaining in the air, Jin Renfeng would have doubted whether he had used any magic just now.

"Fire Method! The method of causing some substances to burn is called Fire Method. Promoting the burning of flames is called Flame Method. Brother Jin, you have a great method!"

Jin Renfeng staggered back two steps, looking at Murong Ji in disbelief. With a wave of his hand, he broke the demon-killing divine fire.

Dongfang Huaizhu's flame is second only to his master in terms of condensation! Without the divine fire, even Jin Renfeng cannot defeat this junior sister!
The degree of concentration of the flame was such that even the master praised him. With such a powerful flame, no matter if he was a demon king or a demon emperor, he would be seriously injured! !

Murong Ji actually broke it so easily.

Murong Ji chuckled and said in a deep voice: "What a coincidence, I also play with fire. Brother Jin, please give me some advice on this - Samadhi True Fire!"

As soon as he finished speaking, overwhelming white flames instantly attacked Jin Renfeng.

The strength of this Jin Renfeng is not much worse than Yang Yitan. In the entire Dao League, among the younger generation, he is also considered to be the top one.

This shows how good his qualifications are!
If he could correct his character, his future achievements might not be lower than Dongfang Gu Yue's. Perhaps they would be slightly worse than Wang Quanye's. In a fight between life and death, it is still unknown.

A thought flashed through Murong Ji's mind, his eyes instantly became cold and fierce, and he felt murderous.

For an instant.

Jin Renfeng came back to his senses, and felt a chill down his spine. He could not feel the slightest heat from the flames. How could he care about hiding his incompetence at this moment?

He retreated with all his might and rushed into Dongfang Gu Yue's study without hesitation.

"Master! Help! That evil Taoist wants to kill people to silence them! Master! Help!"

In a hurry, Jin Renfeng looked at the white flame behind him, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he shuddered in his heart. Murong Ji's fire method and flame method were actually much better than his!
Looking closely, those flames are not flames at all!
But it is an extremely thin white silk thread, all pieced together to form the shape of a flame?
[No! That's not right! That's the effect of the flame being extremely condensed!]

Murong Ji's flames were as swift as the wind, following closely behind Jin Renfeng. As long as he was a little slower, he would be burned to ashes.

"Squeak!"

Dongfeng Gu Yue pushed the door open and walked out. At the same time, endless flames rushed out and blocked Murong Ji's Samadhi Fire.

After rescuing Jin Renfeng, Dongfang Gu Yue finally had time to observe Murong Ji's Samadhi Fire. After just one glance, he frowned solemnly.

[The quality of the flame! It is actually several levels higher than the pure Yangyan! What kind of inheritance did this person get? ]

Dongfang Gu Yue looked in the direction of the firelight and saw a white mark of the God of Fire slowly condensing between Murong Ji's eyebrows. It was very faint and almost negligible.

The two men faced each other, with one flame being white and the other red. The two flames kept overwhelming and swallowing each other, and neither was weaker than the other.

After a few breaths, the white flame suddenly changed, constantly devouring and melting the demon-killing divine fire.

Dongfang Guyue has a strong foundation, which is far beyond what Murong Ji can compare with at present.

For a moment, the two flames were in a stalemate and confronted each other again.

(End of this chapter)