Chapter 72 Your Guanyin
After saying that, he walked directly out of Tianlong Temple.

If he stays now, Jiumozhi will most likely live in the temple.

"Brother Murong!"

Murong Ji frowned slightly, turned his head and cursed Duan Yu inwardly for being an idiot.

Monk Kurong tried to let go of Duan Yu's hand, but unfortunately, Duan Yu's internal strength at this time was already top-notch.

How could he be subdued so easily?

"Brother Murong! Where are you going?"

Murong Ji frowned and glanced at Duan Yu. The worry in this kid's eyes was not fake. It was obvious that he had also discovered the plan of Tianlong Temple and others.

"Duan Yu, don't feel any psychological burden. I approached you just for the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Now that I have it, why am I still staying here?"

"That's not it! I'm asking, where are you going? Where should I find you?"

Murong Ji smiled and said, "I have something to do. After I finish it, I will return to Gusu to prepare for the wedding."

Duan Yu looked solemn and bowed to Murong Ji, "Thank you for your care, Brother Murong. Duan Yu will be there on the day of your wedding."

Murong Ji waved his hand and walked out of Tianlong Temple.

After leaving Tianlong Temple, Murong Jixin could no longer suppress his excitement. He felt that his body was becoming lighter and lighter, as if he was floating in the air.

It's hard to explain this feeling, it's just a feeling.

Walking on the road to the capital of Dali, Murong Ji kept thinking in his mind. He felt a little embarrassed that he had mobilized a large number of people to call his senior brother and uncle, but in the end they were of no use.

I found an inn, ordered a table of food, ate my fill, paid the bill and left, with an idea in mind.

He didn't know how powerful his senior brother and uncle Shi Leyuan were.

But they are undoubtedly masters.

[In that case, it cannot be wasted! ]

Murong Ji turned his gaze towards Xixia and looked at the northern sky. Murong Fu must be in Xixia at this moment.

After leaving the Dali Imperial City, Murong Ji found that someone was following him.

With a cold snort, he used his powerful internal force to directly shock the people who followed him to death. Then he bought a horse and headed towards the Song Dynasty.

After walking along the official road for a day and a night, the next morning, Murong Ji led his horse to stop in front of a courtyard, which was a branch of the Beggars' Gang.

He handed the horse to a brother of the Beggars' Sect and told him, "Please help me get a good horse. Money is not a problem."

When we walked into the yard, the elders of the Beggar Gang branch had already walked out.

"My name is Mingli Dao, may I ask this young master..."

Murong Ji clasped his fists in return, "I am Murong Ji, a friend of Captain Qiao Feng. I am just passing by this time. Sorry to bother you."

Ming Lidao was also a smart man. He looked Murong Ji up and down and knew that he had not slept all night. He directly ordered: "Go prepare a clean room and a table of wine and food!"

Watching the Beggars' Sect disciples run out, Murong Ji bowed again. "Thank you, Elder Ming."

After dinner, I had a good sleep, which lasted until the afternoon.

He bought a lot of information from the Beggar Gang disciples, useful or not, as long as they were for sale, Murong Ji would buy it.

Only after he led the horse out of the city did Murong Ji continue heading towards Xixia.

the other side,
A Beggar Gang disciple just finished reporting Murong Ji's whereabouts and added at the end: "Elder Ming, that person has already left the city."

Ming Lidao gently turned over the tea lid, blew lightly on the tea leaves on it, and took a small sip.

"This guy is a very particular person. He not only gave us face, but also gave us substance. The second son of the Gusu Murong family must be taught a lesson by that 'Nan Murong'."

He sighed, then waved to the disciple, "Go down and pass this news to the leader." "Yes!"

Murong Ji was walking on the official road. In front of him was a caravan heading to Western Xia.

In ancient times, traveling was very expensive. A long journey would cost almost half of an average family's savings.

Murong Ji rode his horse behind the caravan, not far away and not in a hurry.

It was not until he arrived in the territory of Western Xia that Murong Ji left alone.

After entering Xiping City, Murong Ji found an inn. That night, as soon as he fell asleep, he heard the sound of "dang dang dang" on the stairs.

Murong Ji was startled and realized that it was Duan Yanqing who came to visit him. Coincidentally, he also wanted to meet him.

He stood up and turned on the light. Hearing the sound of a cane stop at the door, Murong Ji went over and opened the door.

I glanced behind Duan Yanqing and saw that there was no one there. He came alone.

"Oh, Senior Duan, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Duan Yanqing glanced at him, waved the cane in his hand to push Murong Ji away, then walked into the house and sat down at the table.

Murong Ji sighed lightly, "Good fellow, you are so rude. I am really powerful now."

Duan Yanqing glanced at him with some disdain but still said nothing. Murong Ji understood what he meant.

Murong Ji sat opposite Duan Yanqing. As soon as he sat down, Duan Yanqing asked, "I have done what I promised you. When will you do what you promised me?"

Murong Ji's face froze, then he looked at Duan Yanqing and asked, "What does it have to do with you if Tianlong Temple teaches me the Six Meridians Divine Sword?"

Duan Yanqing took out a letter from his arms and pushed it in front of Murong Ji.

Murong Ji picked it up with some doubt. After opening it, his pupils suddenly shrank as he looked at the signature below.

That is Monk Ku Rong.

"How could this be... true or false?!"

Duan Yanqing chuckled, "I am also a direct descendant of Dali. My direct blood relatives are also in Tianlong Temple. What do you think?"

Murong Ji lowered his eyebrows and said how could it be so easy. It turned out that it was the selfishness of old monk Ku Rong that was at work.

I learned the Six Meridians Divine Sword without paying much of a price.

"You promised me, when will you do it?"

Murong Ji suddenly laughed out loud, "Senior Duan, how do you know I can do it?"

"Feel."

Murong Ji suddenly stopped smiling and became extremely serious, looking Duan Yanqing up and down. This was the first person he had fought since his debut.

His strength was very confusing, fluctuating. In his impression, in comparison, Duan Yanqing seemed to be able to fight with anyone.

Seeing that Murong Ji didn't speak for a long time, Duan Yanqing said: "Where is my son? Duan? Or..."

Murong Ji exhaled, "Your son is Duan Yu."

Duan Yanqing's pupils shrank sharply, and murderous intent surged in his body, "Impossible!"

Murong Ji turned over a teacup and poured him a cup of tea. "Your 'Guanyin' is Dao Baifeng. What happened under the Tianlong Temple that year? I don't need to tell you, right?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The Dali royal family has a strict daily schedule! How could our own offspring…"

"You underestimate Dao Baifeng too much. The Gaobai clan almost controls the military power of Dali. Think about it yourself. Dao Baifeng is pregnant. Do others dare to question it?"

(End of this chapter)