Chapter 668: A Piece of Old Wood

Murong Ji raised his eyes slightly and looked over, knowing in his heart what this old lady Qing was doing here.

No matter what, the Chen family must be passed on. You in the Taoist Alliance may know something about Chen Quan’s situation.

Now the only one who can guarantee that he is completely a member of the Chen family is Murong Ji.

The alchemy techniques and weapon-refining skills that he possessed, as well as the Taoist secrets that were widely circulated a few years ago, must all be passed down in the form of a family.

Murong Ji had a headache. Compared to issues like having children and getting married, he would rather pass on his skills by accepting disciples.

"That's the best. These words are not meant for me to say, but since we are talking about this today, I will also say something for my daughter. Qing Muyuan, you have seen her, right? Both her appearance and her skills are rare among the younger generation."

When Madam Qing finished speaking, Murong Ji chuckled, "Madam Qing hasn't talked to Qing Muyuan yet. I think the one from the Zhang family is more suitable for her."

Old Madam Qing was startled, her face looked a little unhappy, then she exhaled a breath and said nothing more.

After a long silence, perhaps after figuring out the reason, he said, "There are many noble families in the Dao League. Which girl do you think is suitable for you to marry?"

Murong Ji remained silent. He didn't like discussing his personal affairs, or dragging a woman into this emotionless vortex.

Madam Qing smiled slightly and said, "Besides my Yuan'er and the little girl from Wang Quan's family, there are only these two families who are worthy of you, the future leader of the Dao League."

The legitimate daughter of this generation of the Xiao family married Xiao Ning. There was no legitimate daughter of this generation of the Yang family. Besides, there was a girl from the Li family, Li Muchen, who was close to the third son of the Xiao family.

Other illegitimate children or children from small families are not qualified to sit at the negotiating table at all.

"Since my Yuan'er... then only Wang Quanzui is left." After Madam Qing finished speaking, she heard Murong Ji say: "I can also choose to inherit by accepting a disciple."

Madam Qing smiled and said, "What about your magic weapons? Life is short. What will happen to those magic weapons after you die? Will you pass them on to your disciples? How can you be sure that your disciples can perfectly control the magic weapons you left behind?"

"Friend Chen, the reason why the King's Sword is passed down in the form of a family is because the family's bloodline is more likely to be recognized by the magic weapon."

"Because one of his generations of masters was the best in the world. And the descendants of that generation of masters can better match the magic weapon."

"The original Wang Quan Sword was not discovered by the Wang Quan family, but it was passed down by the Wang Quan family."

"Also, the things in your blood, your physique, are similar to the blood of the Eastern Spirit Clan in Shenhuoshan Manor."

"During the battle in the South Country, even though the Hongmeng Tianzhong on your chest covered up the color of your blood, we still saw that your blood was golden."

"The vigorous vitality and the faint medicinal fragrance are all proof that your bloodline is extraordinary. Can these things be passed down between master and disciple?"

Murong Ji frowned, and suddenly felt that these things did not necessarily have to be passed down. Wouldn't it be good to let the descendants walk their own path? Why should we be trapped in the glory of our ancestors?
The old woman stood up and looked at Murong Ji's expression and knew what he was thinking.

He walked around the living room with his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice: "Not every generation of the human race can produce someone as talented as you. It is not easy to ensure that every generation has sufficient fighting power."

"There may be many civilian geniuses hidden among the human race, but how long will it take for them to fully grow up and even forge their own path? Ten years? Fifty years? Or a hundred years!"

"No one can afford to gamble with this probability, but the family inheritance is different. Although their upper limit is fixed, they can form an effective combat force to protect the human race from wind and rain... Do you understand what I am saying?"

Murong Ji nodded and bowed to show that he was accepting the instruction.

This was not the first time he had come across family inheritance. In the past, he always had some prejudices, thinking that most children from aristocratic families were arrogant and greedy.

He really doesn't like the fact that they have no rules and are indifferent to the lives of the lower class.

I don't like it, so what? This is the situation of the human race in this world. I don't know how much effort it will take to reverse it.

Old Madam Qing walked to the door, looked outside with her hands behind her back. The layout of the entire courtyard was extremely neat, with a kind of background and sophistication that she couldn't describe. She could also feel that this was a formation to protect the home.

Some places of the Chen family are still under construction, and their scale is quite large. If they develop in the future, they will definitely be one of the top families in the Taoist Alliance.

"I have been too talkative today, please forgive me. But there are some things that must be said. The ancestor of my Qing family was a woman. She originally practiced asceticism and purified herself. Later, she suddenly found someone to marry. After giving birth to a child, she left the inheritance to her."

"My dear Chen, I can understand what you are thinking, but this is the situation of the human race. It would be best if you can find other solutions. If there is no reliable method, please leave your bloodline inheritance."

"I won't stay here for long. Goodbye." After saying this, Madam Qing walked outside.

Mang Shirui hurriedly stood up to see her off.

Murong Ji was the only one left in the living room. He sat on the chair helplessly. Being a parent is the most difficult, stressful and worrying life.

Therefore, he didn't want to have any descendants.

Having descendants would distract his mind and he would not be able to concentrate on his practice.

When Mang Shirui came back, she saw Murong Ji sitting in a chair with a headache. She knew what he was thinking. "What the Qing family's patriarch said makes sense. Mi'er, you are now old enough to get married. My Chen family is a small family. We don't want to marry someone who is rich. We just want to find someone who truly loves you so that I can have a grandson soon..."

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and saw his mother sitting at the top, already starting to think about the girls of marriageable age from each family.

The corners of my mouth twitched involuntarily, and I suddenly felt an inexplicable fear.

The fear of being urged to get married was almost engraved in her bones. She stood up hastily and said, "Mother, I suddenly remembered that I have something to discuss with the head of the Wang Quan family. I have to go and get busy first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step out of the living room. Without waiting for Mang Shirui to stop him, he was already outside the yard in a flash.

Standing outside Tianxuan City, Murong Ji adjusted the perspective of his ghost eyes, found a deep mountain whose terrain was slightly similar to Dazhu Peak and Xiaozhu Peak, and went into seclusion there.

Murong Ji had not been seen for half a month, and Mang Shirui was no longer anxious.

He visited almost all the influential families in the Dao League and met the girls from each family.

On the other side, inside the cave.

Murong Ji used Ruhua to clear the terrain of a thousand miles of mountains, engraved the formation patterns, and by the way changed the topography of the mountains and rivers with the Five Elements magic.

After great efforts, seven peaks were gathered together, the Seven Qingyun Peaks.

Of course, its height cannot be compared with the real Qingyun Mountain, but its shape is similar to the top of the mountain.

Looking at the drawing in his hand, this is the formation diagram of the Seven Peaks of Qingyun. What Murong Ji is most concerned about are Dazhu Peak and Xiaozhu Peak.

"Oh, there's no sign of the Zhu Xian Sword yet, and I'm already thinking about Qing Yun Mountain..."

He put away the blueprint and looked down at the countless flowers like flowers, changing the terrain of the mountain. In just ten days, this temple had taken shape.

This mountain is actually not a famous one, it is just close to Tianxuan City.

It is convenient to travel, and it will not delay the establishment of a temple, practice in seclusion, and take care of Chenjiazhuang.

It's just a pity for the surrounding mountains. Except for Qingyun Mountain, the area within a thousand miles is almost turned into a plain by Murong Ji.

Huang Shiren had something new to do, picking up Mu Mie. The rest of the time, he controlled Ruhua to complete various tasks according to Murong Ji's drawings.

Huang Shiren liked Xiao Mumie's straightforward character very much, and he loved this little junior brother even more.

"Okay, that's it for today."

Murong Ji watched Mu Mie walk out of the cave and ride on Huang Shiren to go home.

Murong Ji withdrew his gaze and looked back at the furnace in front of him. This thing was of much better quality than the one in Tushan, and it could definitely bear the power of heaven and earth.

After checking the formation pattern, Murong Ji summoned the Hongmeng Tianzhong and tried his best to mobilize the power of heaven and earth and introduce it into the formation.

The power of heaven and earth here is far weaker than that of Tushan and Wuhuangshan, and it is more difficult to mobilize it. In the end, it was guided into the formation.

After the formation was activated, he walked along the patterns on the furnace and lit the fire. A rumbling sound was heard immediately, and in an instant, the power of heaven and earth began to operate.

Murong Ji let out a long breath, walked out of the cave, looked at the other six peaks around Tongtian Peak, and smiled with satisfaction as he saw the power of heaven and earth slowly circulating.

After waiting for a few days, until the formation was almost perfected, he walked into the cave. He first melted the material that Huandu Qingtian had sent him, and then condensed it into the Fantian Seal.

Then condense the talisman of the power of heaven and earth in it, let the Fantian Seal bear the weight of heaven and earth, and then melt it again to completely merge the power of heaven and earth with the Fantian Seal.

Murong Ji couldn't tell how powerful the Fantian Seal was at this moment. He still had to fight again to verify the practicality of the magic weapon.

However, no matter what, as long as he holds the Heaven-Flipping Seal in his hand, he is a fake Demon King.

There is no way. The artificially modified terrain can only bear the power of heaven and earth. How can it be compared with the mountains that are naturally created by nature?

He put away the Fantian Seal and then took out the Fulong Ding, in which was sealed the half-meter-long remains of a creature outside the circle.

Murong Ji threw it into the furnace. After several days of smelting, the Samadhi True Fire continued to burn it, revealing its true form: a piece of old wood.

The wood was somewhat rotten, and bore traces of a long period of time.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, this thing is not simple.

(End of this chapter)