Chapter 704 Letter for help

Murong Ji was speechless for a moment, and said negotiatingly: "I can't give you that thing. Even if I give it to you, you can't use it."

Wang Quanzui stuck out his tongue, then rolled his eyes, muttering "stingy". He then picked and chose among the pile of magic weapons, "Why do I feel like I'm picking up junk..."

Murong Ji: "..."

There were all kinds of strange magic weapons. Wang Quan was drunk for a long time and picked out an ink-black sword from them.

Pulling it out suddenly, it gave off a burst of coldness. Without waiting for her to ask, Murong Ji looked at the sword in a trance. He said lightly, "Moxue Sword. Six feet, eight inches and two points, weighing 8 pounds. Made of cold jade, it wins with its coldness."

"The patterns on the sword can activate the soul of the user and freeze the soul to a certain extent. How long it can last depends on the soul strength of the user."

"Eh?! This is tailor-made for me!!"

Wang Quanzui looked at the magic sword carefully. The scabbard was black and made of wood. The sword body was painted black and the patterns on it were golden. The patterns were beautiful and elegant. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

If Murong Ji hadn't told her, she really wouldn't have been able to tell that this thing was made of cold jade. The sharpness of the sword was no less than that of other magic swords.

"This is the real sword. Those things that Fourth Brother made should be thrown away."

Murong Ji looked at Wang Quanzui's joyful expression and smiled.

He withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the endless space and fall on the Qingyun Mountain.

The scenes of life on Qingyun Mountain flashed before his eyes again. This was the magic weapon of his master's wife Su Ru. It was later sealed and placed in the treasure house of Dazhu Peak.

After coming to this world and refining the Moxue Sword, it was almost entirely for the sake of remembrance.

The art of refining equipment does indeed involve some element of luck. No matter how sophisticated your refining skills are, without the right materials, all will be in vain.

Just like this Moxue Sword, it is more powerful than before and looks the same, but it is not a sword.

The Moxue Sword on Qingyun Mountain should not have been suitable for Wang Quanzui, but the current one is the most suitable for Wang Quanzui.

After coming back to his senses and putting away the rest of the magic weapons, Murong Ji's attention once again fell on the furnace.

The Xuanhuojian and Zhuxian Sword are two extremely important magic weapons and no accidents can be allowed to occur.

Especially the Xuanhuojian, he couldn't find another one with this material.

It was getting late, so the two of them got on the bed. Everything in the Huanyue Ancient Cave was very simple. How could it be good for a place to refine weapons?

Wang Quan was drunk and lying on Murong Ji, sniffing the scent of Murong Ji with some obsession.

The two of them had been married for a short time, and after experiencing different flavors, Wang Quanzui was indeed somewhat addicted.

After a crazy night, in the morning, when Murong Ji got up to do morning lessons, Wang Quanzui was still sleeping.

Near noon, suddenly, a disciple of the Taoist Alliance came to Qingyun Mountain.

"Master Chen, there is a letter for you."

Murong Ji took it with some surprise and was still a little confused. There were only so many people who contacted him, and they usually contacted him through Tushan or his mother.

I tore open the letter and read it while eating lunch.

The letter was very short, with only one sentence: Murong the old thief, help me! My sister and I are going to be killed by the golden pig!
Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. He hastily put down his bowl and chopsticks and rubbed his forehead, "How could I have forgotten this!"

Wang Quanzui was a little surprised. He took the envelope and looked at it. The handwriting on the envelope was a little ugly. It seemed that it was written by a young girl.

[Little girl? ! !] Wang Quanzui instantly became alert. Is it not enough to have a vixen from Tushan? Could it be that she really has to have many wives and concubines like other family heads! ?
After scanning the handwriting on it and looking at the paper again, Wang Quan saw the seal of Shenhuoshan Villa. He was stunned for a moment, "Something happened to Shenhuoshan Villa?! You also have an affair with the young lady of the Dongfang family?!"

Murong Ji glared at her unhappily. What are you talking about? "Go back and tell your brother. If he continues to be decadent, Dongfang Huaizhu will become someone else's wife. It's up to him to choose."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji walked out of the Huanyue Cave and stood on the square of Tongtian Peak. Just as he was about to fly south on his sword, he saw dozens of figures flying towards him on swords in the direction of Tianxuan City in the distance.

And hundreds of elite disciples of the Taoist Alliance.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, [This person is not friendly! ] He didn't intend to pay attention to it. The matter of Shenhuoshan Manor was more important. Just as he flew up on his sword, a Taoist Alliance patriarch flew his sword to block him.

"Nephew Chen, nephew Chen, long time no see. Have you felt better?"

Murong Ji glanced at them and lowered his eyelids slightly. It was such a coincidence. Besides, he didn't know them and didn't intend to pay attention to them. However, one should not hit a smiling person. As long as Murong Ji still wanted to stay in the Taoist Alliance, he really couldn't do anything to them for the time being.

"Please forgive me, senior. I have something urgent to attend to. It's a matter of life and death. I'll excuse you now." He saluted with his fists and just as he was about to fly up with his sword, he was stopped again.

Murong Ji's face darkened instantly. Looking at the tall crown on his head, he knew that he was a high-ranking member of the Dao League. However, he had never met him before. But he still had to give face to the high-ranking members of the Dao League.

"Hello, senior. Who is this senior?"

"I..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Quanzui below shouted, "What are you doing in my house? With so many people, are you planning to destroy my Chen Family Village?"

The high-ranking official of the Dao League looked at Wang Quanzui and then at Murong Ji, feeling a little headache. He comforted Wang Quanzui, "Niece Wang Quan, why are you so angry? We just came to talk to the nephew of the Chen family. We should have come to talk to the brother of the Chen family a long time ago. After all, you just got married not long ago, so it's not good to be too angry."

Wang Quanzui pinched her waist and said angrily, "What are you talking about? Talking about your woman cheating on you! My old Chen has nothing to talk to you about. Get out of here!"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows and glanced at the leader of the Dao Alliance with a half-smile. He saw a flash of fierceness in his eyes, and then he suppressed his emotions and became calm again.

Murong Ji lowered his brows, [We can't keep this guy! ]

He glanced at the dozen or so families that were slowly surrounding him and sneered. He really didn't know where their confidence came from.

Do they think he is made of clay? Or do they think they are more powerful than Xiao Wancheng?!

He turned around and said to Wang Quanzui, "Go find your brother first. I can handle this."

Wang Quanzui looked at this group of people, snorted coldly, and flew away on his sword. No one dared to stop him.

It was not until Wang Quanzui disappeared that Murong Ji turned around and looked at the senior leader of the Dao League. He no longer had the interest to ask about his identity and asked directly, "What do you want from me, senior?"

"It's nothing serious. I came to ask my nephew about things outside the circle. After all, this is the first time in a thousand years that someone has come back alive and fought against those things outside the circle."

"Is it really me who came back... Hahahaha, my dear nephew, please don't be surprised. We are just doing our routine work. Please forgive me if we have offended you."

Murong Ji frowned and said with a half-smile, "You guessed right. Chen Mi has died outside the circle. I am a creature outside the circle who was reborn in his body. Now that you know this, what are you going to do to me?"

"Do you need me to go with you?"

The Taoist League leader's tone paused. The words he had prepared were of no use to him, and he was caught off guard by Murong Ji.

This kind of thing is vague, forcing Murong Ji to prove himself is naturally an extremely effective means to restrain him.

But Murong Ji refused to accept the challenge.

For a moment, he didn't know what to do. If this matter was really confirmed by them, Wang Quan Shouzhuo didn't mind clearing out the Dao League again. They would really kill people. Do they really think Wang Quan Shouzhuo is made of clay?

The high-ranking member of the Dao League had a bitter smile on his face, "My dear nephew, please don't joke around."

"Senior, you also know that this is a joke. What if... it is true?" Murong Ji's voice became increasingly cold and harsh, with a hint of murderous intent spreading in it.

The high-ranking member of the Dao League laughed awkwardly for a few times, and before he could say anything, he heard Murong Ji directly scold him: "Why are you looking for me? Just say it directly. I don't have time to talk official language with you."

The Dao League leader's eyes flashed with anger, and then his face was full of smiles. "Calm down, nephew. Where are you planning to go? Are you going to... the south?"

Murong Ji thought to himself that it was as expected, and said with a half-smile, "Something has happened at Shenhuoshan Manor. I am going to support them. Do you have any instructions, Senior?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Taoist high-ranking official's expression suddenly turned serious. He put his hands behind his back and stood in front of Murong Ji with his sword.

He said in a deep voice: "Nephew Chen, there are some things you don't know yet."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at the dozen or so Taoist masters and hundreds of Taoist alliance elites surrounding him.

"If there is anything else I don't know, please enlighten me. However, I am a little confused. Are you here on behalf of the Dao Alliance or your own family?"

Murong Ji's words startled the others, and then they darkened their faces, looking even uglier. Many things, if pointed out, would be considered breaking the rules.

The high-ranking member of the Dao League raised his eyebrows, restrained his emotions, tried to remain calm, tugged at his sleeves, bowed to Tianxuan City from afar, and said, "We are naturally here for the Dao League..."

He changed the subject directly without mentioning whose orders he followed.

"Nephew Chen, do you know that Shenhuoshan Manor, as a major force of our human race, has always been independent of the Taoist Alliance?"

"Then what?" Murong Ji could imagine the attitude of the Yiqi Dao Alliance towards the Shenhuoshan Villa, and he also understood some things in his mind.

Although Dongfang Gu Yue is a member of the Yiqi Dao League, he has always been a bully in the south and has always ignored many matters of the Yiqi Dao League.

For example, although he is similar in strength to Wang Quan Shouzhuo, he has not met him for decades. You can imagine what is going on.

(End of this chapter)