Chapter 666: Blue Sea and Bamboo Waves
There was not the slightest loss, and the force was as smooth as spiritual energy and true essence.

Dongfang Qinlan was shocked. "Amazing! How did you do that?!"

"Nothing special, just hands."

"Hmph! Just forget it."

Murong Ji was very fast, and after catching up with Dongfang Huaizhu, he was far behind her again. Following her down the river, it wasn't long before he could see the emerald green bamboo pavilion on the hill ahead from a distance.

It is surrounded by a bamboo forest, lush, bright and green.

When Murong Ji saw the appearance of the bamboo, he was stunned. The whole bamboo was emerald green in color, the body was slender, and it had twice as few nodes as ordinary bamboo.

On the emerald green bamboo body, there are little pink and black spots all over, just like the tears of a gentle woman when she is sad, which is extremely beautiful along with the emerald green of the bamboo body.

"Tear Bamboo..."

Murong Ji fell on the water in a daze, looking at the bamboo, which brought back endless thoughts.

The tear bamboo is the toughest in the world, and even ordinary cultivators cannot cut it. However, due to the terrain of Qingyun Mountain, it grows into two shapes, one is small and green, and grows on Xiaozhu Peak.

There is a kind of huge pine tree, as thick as a bowl, which grows on Dazhu Peak.

The names of the two peaks also come from this.

Unconsciously, Murong Ji's heart was shaken and his eyes became moist unconsciously.

"Hey! You old thief Murong, what are you doing? You're about to be discovered by my sister!" Dongfang Qinlan was a little anxious and shouted softly.

Murong Ji suddenly came back to his senses, bit his lips tightly, calmed himself down, and took a breath slowly.

suddenly.

Dongfang Huaizhu looked back, but only saw waves of ripples. He felt a little strange, but he didn't think much about it. He turned around, moored the boat to the shore, and walked towards the bamboo pavilion step by step.

Murong Ji and the other man looked out of the bamboo forest and saw Dongfang Huaizhu sitting in the pavilion, waiting quietly.

As soft and picturesque as the stroke of time, this scene at this moment truly brings out the beauty and artistic conception of Oriental Huai bamboo.

Murong Ji curled his lips and said, "That bastard is really so lucky? He got lucky."

Dongfang Qinlan lay in the bamboo bushes and said with some disdain: "Why are you so jealous now? Who told you to be useless? After such a long time, you still haven't seduced my sister. You are a waste!"

Murong Ji was speechless for a moment: "When did I seduce your sister?!"

Dongfang Qinlan rolled her eyes: "No, you are useless! My sister is a great beauty, I don't believe you won't be tempted."

"Originally, I was thinking that after you marry into the Shenhuoshan Manor, I would drive the Golden Pig away. When I grow up, I can have a taste of you... Sisters... Wouldn't that make you so happy?"

Murong Ji: "..."

After a long silence, Murong Ji gave Dongfang Qinlan a fairy-like slap on the head.

"Ouch! You old plastic surgery thief, what are you doing?!" Dongfang Qinlan covered her forehead and touched the swollen bump, her face full of anger.

"You are so young and don't learn your lesson. Where did you learn this from?!" Murong Ji tapped her head again to make the bump on her head more symmetrical.

Dongfang Qinlan was about to fight him to the death when Murong Ji suddenly said, "Someone is coming!"

As soon as the words fell, Dongfang Qinlan instantly became obedient, poked her head out from among the bamboo leaves, and looked at the scene outside.

In the distant bamboo forest, a man flew over on a sword and slowly landed above the bamboo pavilion, his feet tapping lightly, as light as a floating cloud.

"Hi!"

Dongfang Qinlan looked at the boat swaying slightly on the lake, feeling somewhat helpless, "No, why is he still wearing this tattered mask?"

After waiting for a while, there was no response from Murong Ji. I turned around and saw Murong Ji staring blankly at the broken boat in the middle of the lake.

"Hey! It's too late for you to regret now. I won't let you ruin my sister's marriage!"

Murong Ji turned his head and glanced at Dongfang Qinlan, chuckled, and said, "You still have some conscience."

"Girl, would you like to play a song?"

Hearing the two people talking, Dongfang Qinlan instantly quieted down, leaned his head out again, and looked carefully.

"Actually I can't. When I was learning magic, this is the most beautiful of the magic weapons my father gave me. Besides, I can't recite poems or sing."

"I can't play the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, cook, wash dishes, or make quilts. The only thing I'm good at is fighting. Are you disappointed?"

Dongfang Qinlan slapped her face, "It's over, how come my sister revealed her true identity so quickly? At least deceive this silly boy for a while, and when he gets pregnant, force him to marry into the Shenhuoshan Manor. Even if he doesn't agree, it won't be a loss if he has a child."

Murong Ji looked at Dongfang Qinlan speechlessly, somewhat confused. What on earth was in her head? !

For a moment, he began to doubt Dongfang Guyue's education.

First he handed over the Golden Phoenix, and then he taught Dongfang Qinlan and Dongfang Gu Yue. His fame was completely ruined by the two of them.

Murong Ji rubbed his temples. If this was his daughter, he would probably get a brain congestion from her anger in no time.

"Hey, why did they start fighting?"

Murong Ji came back to his senses and turned around to see Wang Quan Baiye pulling Dongfang Huaizhu up to the sky. He let go until they were higher than the white clouds. In an instant, endless flames surged around Dongfang Huaizhu, pure Yangyan.

Then, one discussed fire and the other discussed sword, and they each did their own thing, and it turned out to be a good meeting.

Dongfang Qin Lan below looked up.

Feeling a little embarrassed, she tugged at Murong Ji's clothes and said, "Hey, old thief Murong. Don't you think there's something wrong between the two of them? It's not like they can just start dating and be fine..."

Murong Ji retorted unhappily, "Have you ever been in love?"

Dongfang Qinlan looked at him with an idiotic look in her eyes. "How old am I? I've never had a relationship with her before!"

"Then how do you know that they don't like this?"

I was too lazy to pay attention to her and turned to look at Dongfang and Wang Quan. It seemed that they would not leave in the short term.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath, his eyes swept over the tear bamboos beside him, and picked a round, green old bamboo of moderate thickness.

A sword energy was swung down, cutting it into a suitable length. As he waved his hand, a flash of fire passed by, and it was refined into a bamboo flute.

I turned it around on my fingertips, but it was a little unfamiliar. It was the last time I played with this thing in my lifetime.

Back then at Xiaozhu Peak, I did a lot of research on this thing to relieve my boredom. Lu Xueqi was only interested in listening, and she would rather not listen to her own playing. Perhaps it was a bit like a loving gesture, and she was disgusted.

Scenes from the past flashed before his eyes. Murong Ji chuckled softly, and then bursts of flute sounds spread out, echoing the rippling water.

But it seemed as if I had returned to the Qingyun Mountain with its green sea and bamboo waves.

Suddenly, Murong Ji was stunned.

Suddenly coming to my senses, the warm feeling instantly faded, replaced by waves of sadness, and a feeling of emptiness and loss surged in my heart.

Murong Ji was stunned for a long time and couldn't recover.

The person playing the flute is still there, the music is still the same, but the person listening to the music is no longer around.

"Old thief Murong, you played it beautifully, why did you stop?"

Murong Ji came back to his senses, sighed softly, and shattered the bamboo flute casually, "I can't play it well, so I won't bother you, Miss Qin Lan, anymore."

"Hmph! You just don't want me to listen, right? I don't want that!"

Murong Ji turned around and looked at the bamboo forest. After a long silence, he said, "When you leave, remember to stay with your sister. With your mediocre skills, you won't be able to do anything if you are sold out."

Dongfang Qinlan was furious and was about to confront Murong Ji, but was stunned for a moment when she saw his expression.

Murong Ji always gave her the impression that he didn't care about anything, and the only thing he cared about was cultivation. This kind of expression of reluctance and near collapse was the first time she saw it on his face.

"Are you... okay?" Dongfang Qinlan asked cautiously, "Is it because my sister has a lover? Are you sad?"

Murong Ji was helpless and emphasized again: "I have nothing to do with your sister. If you use your little brain to practice, your cultivation level will be no worse than your sister's."

"It's okay! I understand. Don't worry, I will keep it a secret for you."

Murong Ji: "..."

Too lazy to pay attention to her.

Murong Ji turned his head and looked at the bamboo forest, and let out a long breath, "Qin Lan, is this bamboo forest private? Or is it wild?"

"Wild, what's wrong?"

Murong Ji did not answer again, but looked at the bamboo forest, walked into the bamboo forest, and carefully selected bamboos. He wanted to transplant these things to other places.

After making the selection, it was almost evening. Murong Ji looked up and found that Dongfang Qinlan had disappeared.

He tapped his feet lightly, disappeared from the spot, and flew towards Shenhuoshan Villa.

After returning to the villa, Murong Ji entered the study, chatted with Dongfang Guyue for a few words, asked about what happened after he fell into a coma, and then went straight back to his room.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo and others are all high-ranking Taoists. They will not leave Tianxuan City under normal circumstances to prevent special situations from happening.

Now that things in the South have settled down, they naturally returned early.

The next morning.

Murong Ji left Shenhuoshan Villa and flew towards the capital of the Southern Kingdom on his sword. There were some things he needed to settle.

After entering the Southern Kingdom Palace and seeing Lady Gai, I learned that Huan Du Luolan had been sent to Wuhuang Mountain.

After thinking about it, Murong Ji felt that it would be better to leave some things behind. Many things had to be passed on eventually, and it would be a pity if they were lost.

He handed a booklet to Lady Gai and said, "Your princess has always wanted to be my disciple. As for poison techniques, I don't have much to teach her. I'll leave her a copy of the Poison Classic for her to study carefully."

"As for the technique..." Murong Ji took out a small blue ball of light from his mind, "Just press it on her forehead."

"Oh, by the way, also, give these things to her."

As he spoke, Murong Ji took out a talisman and handed it to Lady Gai. "If you don't understand anything, you can contact me through it and I will help you answer it."

(End of this chapter)