Chapter 737: Who Did the Mask Go To?
These days, Tushan Yaya beats Dongfang Yuechu almost every few days.

The hair on his head was disheveled, his nose and face were bruised, and even his clothes were torn and there were some ice chips on his sleeves.

It was obvious that Tushan Yaya had tortured him a lot. If they were sparring partners, Tushan Yaya's attacks were indeed a bit heavy.

Tu Shan Hong Hong came back to her senses and said, "I'll ask Ya Er to come over..."

"Hey...don't!" Dongfang Yuechu hurriedly stopped Tushan Honghong.

"Sister Yaoxian, I'm not here to tell tales. I'm the one who pestered Sister Yaya to practice sparring with me." Dongfang Yuechu let out a long breath.

"I just want to ask, is there any way to get the power of the Eastern Clan as soon as possible?"

Tu Shan Honghong was a little surprised and glanced at him calmly: "Are you in a hurry?"

“It’s not that urgent…it’s just…” Dongfang Yuechu was a little embarrassed and didn’t know what to say.

Tushan Honghong pondered for a moment, then said, "Murong Ji has placed a restriction on you. Only when certain conditions are met can you regain the power of the Dongfang clan."

"In addition, his training method is very stable, and his strength improves very quickly. Compared with the power of the Eastern Clan, I suggest that you focus on his method."

Dongfang Yuechu scratched his head, and the hair on his head stood up again. "I know that, but it's really hard to meet the master's requirements."

Tushan Honghong thought for a moment, then said, "I can't help you with this, but Rongrong should have a way. Besides, Murong Ji's request to you may not be fulfilled even if you take back the power of the Dongfang clan."

"Once you have mastered it, you have almost reached the ceiling of 'skill'. With a little diligence, you can achieve supernatural power."

Dongfang Yuechu looked at Tushan Honghong in amazement, wondering if she was joking. Just as he was about to ask something more, Tushan Yaya came over.

"This is just the basics. After you pass the test, you can enter the Dao with this..."

the other side.

When Murong Ji returned to Qingyun Mountain, he began to send his disciples to inquire about the whereabouts of Cui Yu Ming Luan. After thinking about it, he made preparations for both situations and sent another party to investigate the news of Gui Lin.

Sitting in front of the desk, Murong Ji tapped his fingers lightly, squinted his eyes slightly, and thought silently in his heart.

Now, it is unclear to what extent Li Muchen and the others have achieved, and whether Jin Chenxi is enough for him to use.

If they failed, his plan to go out of the circle and capture the creature outside the circle that controlled time would be temporarily shelved and the plan would fail.

It cannot be said that it failed. With his current strength, he has exceeded the original plan by a lot. His cultivation has progressed rapidly and he can now go out alone to capture that thing.

Mu Tiancheng's plan was dispensable to him now. But the golden dawn was a good thing, and he wanted to see if Hongmeng Tianzhong could go further.

In addition, the artificial Demon King can help him capture the creature outside the circle more easily, or even capture it alive.

A war outside the human border allowed the creature outside the circle to escape.

When we were setting up the formation outside the North Mountain, we had tried to contact and capture it, but for half a month, we couldn't even find the shadow of the creature outside the circle.

Only then did Murong Ji realize that it was hiding from him.

The most difficult thing now is how to find it. That thing will run away when it sees Murong Ji, and it can't be found.

"In the beginning, they were cultivated as the main force, but now they have become a tool to assist in the capture. Alas~"

Murong Ji slowly exhaled, stood up and looked at the scenery outside the window.

[The law of time must be obtained, otherwise...] Suddenly, Murong Ji thought of the dead monkey.

Murong Qi still has no idea about the actual strength of the third young master of Aolai Kingdom. Even now, he has no idea about the specific strength of the Poison Boy, one of the Five Poison Guardians.

All along, he had regarded that dead monkey as his imaginary enemy. "I haven't seen him for a long time. What is that dead monkey doing?"

In Aolai Kingdom, the third young master sat cross-legged on a rock. Above his head, there was a mountain range that spanned a thousand miles.

The Third Young Master punched the mountain again and again, and each punch shook off some gravel...

The six-eared macaque leaned against a tree trunk, bit off the peach in his hand, and watched his stupid brother "self-mutilating".

Beneath her, there were peach pits all over the ground.

She didn't know why, but she felt really sad when she saw this scene...

Come back to your senses.

Murong Ji looked towards the north, frowned slightly and thought, "Should we close the net now?"

His current strength is sufficient, and he no longer needs to use that artificial Demon King. Even if he does use it, he can only use the artificial Demon King to hide his own aura.

The next morning, Huang Shiren walked up to Murong Ji and whispered, "Master, someone from the Yang family has passed away."

Murong Ji was stunned. If it was someone from any other family, he wouldn't care at all, but the Yang family was different.

He put down the bowl in his hand, a little stunned, and then he realized that he didn't remember that someone in the Yang family was about to die.
Uncertainly, he turned to look at Wang Quanzui and saw that she was also confused. Huang Shiren then added, "She is Junior Brother's mother."

Murong Ji was stunned again, and instantly thought of Yang Yan, and was silent for a while.

When he thought of Yang Yan, he thought of Mu Renzhi, who could be considered his first friend in this world.

He never forgot that before his death, Mu Renzhi begged him to help take care of his wife and children.

Over the years, he has always been strict with Mu Mie, teaching him techniques and cultivation almost hand in hand, and keeping him in Qingyun Mountain. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the young master of Qingyun Mountain.

After a long silence, he sighed and asked again, "Where's Mumie?"

"Junior Brother went back three days ago when Master Yang was on the verge of death."

Murong Ji nodded, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and was about to eat the remaining food in the bowl, but when it reached his mouth, he found it hard to swallow.

With a sigh, he put down his bowl and chopsticks again, "Is Yang Yan seriously ill? Or..."

Suddenly, he felt a little guilty. According to Murong Ji's understanding, Yang Yan's cultivation level was at least a master of the Shangqing realm, which was a rare existence in the Taoist Alliance.

For example, Xiao Wanqing, his nominal mother, is now helping Xiao Ning gain power in the Taoist Alliance.

Her cultivation is inferior to Yang Yan's. At this level, even if the lifespan of humans in this world is short, living to eighty or ninety years old is not a problem. If she does not have incurable injuries, she can live to over a hundred years old.

At Yang Yan's age, he died young.

Huang Shiren hesitated for a moment, then said, "No illness or disaster. When the disciples on the mountain treated the people around them, they also went to the Mu family, but..."

"Master Yang Yan herself..."

Murong Ji nodded, somewhat disinterested, and waved his hand to signal Huang Shiren to leave.

After a long silence, he sighed again. He had experienced a lot of separations and deaths, so he could let go.

He quickly adjusted his state, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and ate the food in the bowl.

Soon, the couple appeared in front of the Mu family's door. It was still the same fence and gate, but they were made of a different type of wood.

When I walked into the house, Yang Yan had already been buried by Yang's sister-in-law. Several brothers closed the coffin and set up the mourning hall.

The funeral was very simple. Mu Mie said that this was his mother's wish. The uncles and aunts of the Yang family did not say much and everything was done according to Yang Yan's wishes.

After Yang Yan was buried next to the wooden man's grave, that was the end of the matter. After Mu Mie sent his uncles and aunts away, he stood in front of his father's grave and burned paper money, as if communicating with his father.

Who could have thought that the eldest daughter of the Yang family would end up in such a simple way after her death.

Murong Ji saw that there was no sadness on Mu Mie's face and did not ask any more questions. Influenced by his own ideas, Mu Mie also took life and death lightly.

Walking behind Mu Mie, Murong Ji picked up the paper money beside him and burned some for the wooden man. "I haven't visited your father's grave in all these years."

"There's no need. When a person dies, it's like a light goes out..." Mu Mie said lightly, and said no more.

The master and disciple stood in front of the couple's grave, silent.

Suddenly, Mu Mie said, "Master, I want to go out and gain experience, see this beautiful land, and find the answer to that year."

Murong Ji nodded without saying much. If it weren't for Yang Yan, Mu Mie would have gone out to gain experience long ago.

"Master, I heard that my cousin and his friends went out when they were young?"

Murong Ji turned his head and looked, "Your current strength is not as good as theirs back then. Going out is just suicide. Don't even think about it."

Mu Mie scratched his head awkwardly. "I didn't really want to go out, I was just a little curious. Not long ago, my cousin came to me and asked me to join a mask group. He also gave me a mask."

Murong Ji turned his head and saw that Mu Mie was holding a half mask in his hand, with three eye holes on the mask.

For a moment, Murong Ji was speechless. He knew that those bastards would not give up. It had been so many years since he had seen the masks of the Mask Group.

Murong Ji sighed and rubbed his forehead. He was too lazy to pay attention to these messy things.

But I still have to say a few words: "I'm not kidding you. I almost couldn't come back that year. With your current mediocre skills, you will die if you go out."

"You can go out for training, but stay away from the borders of various forces. I'll take you out for a tour when I have the chance."

Murong Ji's words were not polite at all. The way of teaching disciples was almost the same at Dazhu Peak. He never had a good face, did not have much patience, and did not train them carefully.

Of course, except for his own daughter, Murong Ji was stunned when he thought of his own daughter. Yang Yitan gave the mask to Mu Mie, so who did Wang Quanzui give the mask to? !

He turned around and glanced at Wang Quanzui, and saw that she lowered her head guiltily. What else didn't she understand?
After thinking about it, he didn't say much. A blacksmith must be strong himself. From now on, he could only teach Chen Xuan strictly.

Not to mention being able to consistently outperform everyone, the means to save your life must be sophisticated.

(End of this chapter)