Chapter 641: Things that break cognition

The heavy rain in the south has always been merciless. There was not even a chance to hide from it. In less than a breath, Murong Ji became a drowned chicken, wet from inside to outside.

He walked into the town and pushed open the door of the inn.

In an instant, two cold gazes shot over. Murong Ji, standing at the door of the inn, turned around and looked at the two Taoist Alliance disciples.

One was elegant and held a feather fan in his hand.

The Snow Mist Air Fan was a magical weapon with a great reputation and was one of the most valuable treasures in the Taoist Alliance. Chen Quan had often whispered about it in his ears.

Murong Ji knew who this person was: Jade-faced Wind Lord, Ximen Chuisha.

The other person was wearing a green Taoist robe with a dark blue vest and a high-brimmed hair crown, a typical attire of an elite disciple of the Taoist Alliance, but without any obvious family costumes.

Murong walked into the house, found a table and sat down.

Soon, an old man came over. He seemed to be the owner of the shop. "Sir, what would you like to eat?"

Wipe the table in front of Murong Ji clean, and then wait for Murong Ji to make a decision.

Murong Ji smiled and asked softly, "Shopkeeper, is there any room for the upper room?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then said, "There should be some. I'll go look and see if there's any place that can be accommodated."

Murong Ji frowned slightly, feeling a little surprised. Why did he have to look for it? Wasn't this his shop?
"Thank you."

After the shop owner left, Murong Ji touched the teapot he brought over, and it was a little cold. Murong Ji circulated his true energy to heat it up.

When I poured it into the teacup, I realized that there was only water in the teapot, no tea leaves.

"Great! I finally see someone. I thought everyone in the town had disappeared." A voice came from outside the door again, it was a young man.

Murong Ji looked up and saw that the man was wearing a blue linen shirt with large patches of wet clothes on the lower and upper parts of his clothes. It seemed that he was a servant of that big family.

On both sides of his shoulders, he carried two bulging rainproof packages made of light cloth.

The oil-paper umbrella in my hand was still dripping water.

Murong Ji frowned. This servant's skills were quite high. Ordinary big monsters probably wouldn't be his match. But compared with the two people in the room, he was still not good enough.

"Boss! Is there anyone else coming up?"

The next moment, it was not the boss who answered, but a sharp sword pointed directly at his throat.

"There's no one in the town. What are you doing in this deserted place? Are you monsters?!" The Taoist League disciple who was originally sitting with Jade-faced Wind Lord looked at the servant in front of him with amusement.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, raised his head and looked outside. There were two people standing in the rain. The rain was too heavy, and he couldn't see their faces clearly with his naked eyes.

In fact, it was difficult to find them. [The cultivation of these two people was higher than that of Jade-faced Wind Lord! ]

As his eyes moved, the faces of the two people gradually became clear, which surprised Murong Ji. They were the sisters of the Dongfang family.

[I haven't seen you for a few years, but you have become more beautiful.] Murong Ji picked up the teacup and looked at the deliberate troublemaker at the door, gradually becoming interested.

Only this kind of unconscious observation can reveal a person's character.

"Young Master... We are here to collect herbs, not monsters." A gentle and steady voice came from outside the door. Just by listening to the voice, you can tell that it is a beautiful woman.

Murong Ji slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and suddenly noticed what the servant was carrying on his shoulder, the rainproof cloth bag, and his eyes lit up.

"Words are not enough! Wait till I stab you with my sword and you'll know!"

The Taoist disciple had a playful and embarrassing look on his face, which made Murong Ji sneer. Who would have thought that he actually stabbed the servant with a sword.

"Whoosh!" A sound of wind was heard.

The golden palm print instantly enlarged and whizzed past, directly knocking the Taoist disciple out of the door and falling heavily in the rain.

The sudden appearance of this disciple shocked everyone, the level of Taoism of that Taoist League disciple was quite high!

Murong Ji casually slapped away, and although it was a surprise attack, it left the Taoist disciple completely unable to fight back!

"It's you! Why did you come to the Southland? Are you here to steal my business?"

A little head suddenly popped up behind Dongfang Huaizhu. Dongfang Qinlan had a look of suspicion and scrutiny on her face, and looked at Murong Ji with an unfriendly expression.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows, "I haven't seen you for a few years, you haven't grown much! I'm afraid you won't be this tall in the future? Will you still be able to get married?"

Qin Lan's face suddenly darkened, "Humph! If you don't know how to speak, I'll teach you!"

"Qin Lan, don't be rude."

"Humph!"

Murong Ji opened the teacup on the table, boiled it with hot water, and placed it on the seat opposite. Then he extended his hand and gestured, "You two, please take a seat here. I have something to discuss with you."

Dongfang Huaizhu turned around and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He bowed to Murong Ji and walked over with Dongfang Qinlan.

Just after sitting down, Dongfang Qinlan rested her elbows on the table, supported her head with her palms, and turned to look at Murong Ji, "You came to Southern Xinjiang, why didn't you come to find me?"

While speaking, he began to look closely at Murong Ji, wondering where he could hide the food.

"I'm here to collect herbs..."

Before Murong Ji finished speaking, Dongfang Qinlan slammed the table and stood up, "Wow! I knew it! You bastard think that the money you gave me is too much, and you want to kick me out, right!" "Qinlan!" Dongfang Huaizhu was a little angry, why was he so rude, "Mr. Chen is now the head of the family, how could he break his promise because of your few hundred taels."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, turned to look at Dongfang Qinlan, and asked with a smile: "How many hundred taels?"

Dongfang Qinlan's mouth twitched, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat. "Ah, haha, sister is right, absolutely right, a few hundred taels, that's a few hundred taels. Sister is still taking it away..."

Dongfang Huaizhu frowned slightly, feeling that something was not right. She had not checked it out and thought Qin Lan was just making some pocket money...

[It seems that I need to pay attention to Qin Lan’s account book...]

Murong Ji looked at Dongfang Qinlan meaningfully, and the little girl wished she could shrink under the table.

His business with Qin Lan is not just about a few hundred taels. Let’s put it this way, 80% of the Chen family’s income comes from elixirs.

Nowadays, the Chen family is the largest elixir merchant in the human race. Not long ago, their business expanded to Beishan...

And half of the Chen family's medicinal materials come from Dongfang Qinlan...

He had always thought that Dongfang Qinlan was just a figure put on the table by the Dongfang family. Because she was young, they took good care of her and protected her information very well. Who would have thought...

"Tsk tsk tsk, several hundred taels..." Murong Ji murmured. It is said that a black heart is innate. This Dongfang Qinlan is really amazing!

Murong Ji poured a cup of warm tea for the two sisters.

"Thank you."

"Are you here to collect herbs? Then can we..." Before Murong Ji could finish his words, he felt a sharp sword light stabbing at him from behind.

"Sir, be careful!" The flame in Dongfang Huaizhu's hand burned instantly.

Murong Ji's brows darkened, he pinched his left hand into a orchid finger, slightly turned his body, and the sword light pierced directly from his left shoulder.

Murong Ji pinched the sword tip with his middle finger and thumb, and his fingers were like picking up flower petals, instantly dispersing the spiritual power wrapped around the sword.

The spiritual power dissipated, revealing the long sword's luster and sharpness. It was extremely solid, and no matter how hard the Taoist disciple tried to draw the sword, he was unable to retract it.

It was not until this time that Murong Ji raised his eyes and saw the Taoist disciple's face full of surprise.

Murong twisted his wrist.

"bump!"

With a crisp sound, his magic weapon was actually broken.

In an instant, the inn fell silent. The magic weapon was not indestructible, but it could also be broken. It was not a big deal for the demons to break some medium-grade magic weapons with their physical brute force and demonic power.

But Murong Ji is a human being, and he easily broke a medium-quality magic weapon...

This strength...

The Taoist disciple went from anger to fear, and staggered back two steps with the broken sword in his hand. "Clang!" He could no longer hold the remaining broken sword.

"Hanyu Sword Technique, the sword technique of the Shi family! Who are you to the Shi family?"

Murong Ji's voice was cold and emotionless, yet filled with murderous intent.

If he was still the same Murong Ji, without the ties to the Chen family, this Taoist disciple would have been pierced through the head by his own broken sword.

Murong Ji didn't wait for his answer, feeling somewhat unhappy, he glanced at the Taoist disciple and saw that he was stunned on the spot, unable to recover from his slumber.

This was the result of the shock to his worldview. Murong Ji frowned, "Am I that hard to understand?!"

“Everything that cannot be understood is due to insufficient cognition and knowledge reserves.”

He glanced at the sword in his hand and threw it away.

"bump!"

The sword blade was stuck in front of the Taoist disciple, which made him come back to his senses.

Seeing that Murong Ji was still terrified, he bowed hastily, "Forgive me, Senior! Junior...Junior..."

"Haha, what a blind man! This person is the new member of the Taoist Alliance, the Patriarch of the Chen Family, Chen Mi, Mr. Chen. He is much stronger than us, a bunch of mediocre people."

The elegant man walked over slowly, bowed and clasped his fists towards Murong Ji, "My name is Ximen Chuisha, nice to meet the Patriarch of the Chen Family."

Murong Ji clasped his fists in return, and the two of them were considered to have met each other.

Suddenly, the door of the inn flew open, and the wind blew past, bringing in endless water vapor that hit my face.

"Alright, Brother Chen, Brother Ximen. We are all here to get rid of the demon. Brother Shi is young and hot-tempered, and he didn't make a big mistake. Why don't you forgive him this time?"

As he was speaking, a red figure walked in from the dark rain outside the door.

Everyone turned to look and saw that the man had already entered the middle of the hall of the inn.

The man was wearing scarlet clothes with brown-gray lining, bright yellow hair, a resolute face, and a hint of arrogance between his brows.

"Brother Shi, please apologize to Brother Chen. After all, you were the one who made the mistake first."

(End of this chapter)