Chapter 738 What a lunatic!
With his hands behind his back, Murong Ji walked towards Chenjiazhuang, "Go early and come back early, don't forget what I said."

"Yes, Master."

Watching Murong Ji and Wang Quanzui disappear, Mu Mie returned home, sat on a chair, and looked at the empty house, feeling lost.

After keeping vigil for my mother for more than a year, when I went to visit her grave again, I suddenly saw an old man standing in front of her tombstone.

The old man's face was full of tears. He gently stroked Yang Yan's tombstone, trembling all over. He kept mumbling something, looking bleak.

After noticing someone coming, he turned around slightly and saw it was Mu Mie, but he didn't react.

He lowered his head, turned around and walked away step by step. When he passed by Mu Mie, he lowered his head even more.

"Old sir!"

The old man paused, tilted his head slightly to look at Mu Mie, and was about to leave, but stopped again and said in a deep voice, "Plant two peach trees next to your mother's grave."

Mu Mie was startled and nodded, "I know, mother likes peach blossoms the most."

The old man nodded, said no more, and staggered away, looking a little flustered and embarrassed.

Mu Mie was silent for a while, watching the old man walk to his mother's grave, burn the paper money in his arms one by one, and distribute some of the paper money to the grave next to his father.

Suddenly, some sounds appeared behind me. It was the sound of something tapping the ground, neither fast nor slow.

Mu Mie turned his head and saw Yang Yitan walking towards them step by step with a cane. He had a bulging cloth bag hanging around his neck, which he carried on his back.

With his only remaining hand, he held a crutch under his armpit and tried hard to maintain his balance. He also tried hard to stand firm with his unbroken leg and walked over step by step.

Mu Mie was confused for a moment. Ever since he came back from outside the circle, Yang Yitan had been busy in the Yang Family and the Taoist Alliance. He didn't dare to have any free time, and he had never been to any place other than the Yang Family and the Taoist Alliance.

Today, it was the first time in many years that I walked out of the Yang family's home.

Taking a few steps forward, Mu Mie supported Yang Yitan and called softly, "Brother."

Yang Yitan nodded without saying much, and came to Yang Yan's grave. He knelt on the ground with his remaining leg, but he didn't sit properly.

He leaned to one side and opened the cloth bag he had brought, which was filled with some hand-folded gold and silver paper money.

After burning it, Yang Yitan pushed away Mu Mie's hand that came to support him, stood up by himself with great effort, and turned around to walk away.

"Brother, Master has unparalleled medical skills. He has a magical power... the perfect hands. He can cure your disability. Why not..."

Before Mu Mie finished speaking, Yang Yi sighed, paused, turned around and said, "I refuse..."

Mu Mie was stunned and didn't ask the reason. Somehow, he could understand Yang Yitan's mood at the moment. He could even understand Yang Yitan's thoughts when he refused his master to repair his body.

Without saying much, he watched Yang Yitan walk away step by step, stubborn and silent, as if... walking became his only stubbornness and dignity.

Suddenly, Yang Yitan paused, as if he had thought of something, and turned around and asked, "I heard from your master that you want to go out for training?"

Mu Mie took a few steps forward, supported Yang Yitan again, and said softly: "Yes, it's time to go out and gain experience."

Yang Yi sighed and nodded, and warned, "Don't go outside the circle, no matter how curious you are."

"Yeah, I remember."

Yang sighed and said no more. He picked up his walking stick and walked towards the distance step by step.

After watching Yang Yitan leave and losing sight of his figure, Mu Mie withdrew his gaze and looked back at his parents' tombstone.

It was hard to describe the feeling in my heart, "Their story must be very exciting, right? Mother..."

arrive home.

Mu Mie picked up the sword bestowed by Murong Ji and the luggage that had been prepared long ago, walked out of the house, closed the doors and windows, and then closed the courtyard gate.

He glanced in the direction of Qingyun Mountain and slowly exhaled. He was also very curious about what this world looked like.

He flew high into the sky on his sword and flew away in a random direction.

Qingyun Mountain.

After several months of time and planning, Murong Ji's arrangements over the years have finally taken effect.

Countless pieces of information were gathered towards Qingyun Mountain. Murong Ji read through the various pieces of information one by one, his face cold and gloomy, "Humph! Still has some humanity, only harming the demon race."

Murong Ji casually threw the stack of papers in his hand onto the table.

With my hands behind my back, I looked out the window. The moonlight shone coldly on the entire Qingyun Mountain, as if it was coated with a layer of silver frost. As the mist on the mountain drifted, it looked more and more fairy-like and lively.

Suddenly, someone behind Murong Ji put a cloak on him.

Wang Quanzui slowly hugged Murong Ji's waist from behind, put his face on his back, and rubbed his delicate little face gently.

"Xuan'er is asleep?"

"Yeah, I just went to bed."

Murong Ji nodded and said no more. The two of them stood in front of the window and hugged each other quietly, as if the night outside the window had become a little warmer.

"Are you leaving again?" Wang Quanzui asked softly.

"Well, there are some things I need to handle personally." "Hmph! I'm afraid you're going to find that vixen again!" Wang Quanzui said coquettishly, her tone full of dissatisfaction, and her eyes were slightly moist.

I don't know why, but I didn't care that much in the first few years of my marriage. But over the years, I feel more and more wronged, and more and more like a complaining woman.

Murong Ji sighed lightly and patted her hands, "It's really something important."

"You set up the game in Beishan?"

Murong Ji nodded. He was not surprised that Wang Quanzui knew these things. As his bedmate, he had access to a lot of information.

Even if Murong Ji didn't say it, she could guess something from it. These days, the power of Qingyun Mountain was mobilized, and the things that were investigated naturally could not be hidden from her.

"when are we leaving?"

"It's not clear yet. We have to see the situation."

Suddenly, Murong Ji's aura burst out and he turned his head abruptly to look in the direction of the mountain behind Tongtian Peak.

Pushing Wang Quanzui away, Murong Ji climbed out of the window and ran towards the back mountain.

Ever since he came back, Huang Shiren has been guarding the health-preserving coffin on his behalf.

The health-preserving coffin is the passage between the inner and outer circles, and nothing must go wrong with it.

Once creatures from outside the circle come in, no one knows how many humans and monsters will die.

Murong Ji hurriedly flew into the cave with a gloomy face. He took a glance and saw that the coffin was half open and Huang Shiren was half lying on the mouth of the coffin, spitting out blood.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank sharply, and his pair of pale eyes looked around, not willing to miss a single spot, to make sure that no formation was damaged and no restrictions were triggered.

He has placed many restrictions on this cave, and even if the four emperors come together, they may not be able to break it open.

After looking at Huang Shiren again to make sure he was not dead, Murong Ji looked around the cave.

He found the shadow of the creature outside the circle, slashed it with a sword, and killed it directly. He watched the mist shrink rapidly and finally turn into a piece of emerald green ore.

He casually threw it into the furnace, walked towards the health-preserving coffin, and took a look at Huang Shiren's condition. He was just seriously injured and there was no problem.

After checking his entire body and making sure there were no creatures outside the circle on him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Tilting his head to look inside the coffin, he saw the Heaven-Flipping Seal lying on the side. There were no signs of attack on it. After all, it represented the power of heaven and earth of one side, and would not be as easily broken as other magic weapons.

What's more, today's Qingyun Mountain is already one of the most powerful mountains among the human race. Ever since the earth veins were developed in Qingyun Mountain, the power of heaven and earth has undergone almost earth-shaking changes.

The originally loose power of heaven and earth slowly turned into one, just like the power of heaven and earth of Tushan, and gradually condensed.

The power of heaven and earth in Qingyun Mountain is naturally extraordinary. Of course, it cannot be compared with the other three mountains in the circle that stretch across millions of miles.

He fed Huang Shiren a pill, helped him out of the coffin and placed him on a recliner nearby.

He searched the cave again and killed the remaining creatures from outside the circle that came out of the broken coffin one by one. After making sure that no other creatures came out, he entered the coffin.

There was nothing unusual about the Heavenly Secret Seal, the Samadhi True Fire inside was still strong, and Murong Ji slowly exhaled.

Fortunately, nothing serious happened.

When he looked up, he saw Wang Quanzui walking in. He handed the Fantian Seal to him and searched again without saying anything more.

"You still can't leave this thing!" Murong Ji said lightly.

After leaving the coffin, there were various materials placed on both sides of the cave. These things were creatures from outside the circle that were beaten back to their original forms.

In the entire world of humans and demons, these things are also extremely rare and high-quality materials. Some of them can even be used for alchemy, which can be regarded as the family assets that Murong Ji left to the Chen family.

Wang Quanzui would collect them at a fixed time and store them in the Chen family's inner treasury.

the other side.

Jin Renfeng chased Dongfang Dianliang desperately.

"Don't run! I've been waiting for you for a long time! Hahaha, Eastern Spirit Blood! My Eastern Spirit Blood!"

Dongfang Dianliang's speed was getting slower and slower. It was as if something was blocking his spiritual power. He felt pain all over and felt weak. In order to escape, he could only circulate his spiritual power desperately.

This also vibrated his meridians and caused serious injuries. The spiritual power that was barely circulating could only support flight.

He hadn't flown a few meters before he started gasping for breath, and before he knew it, a trace of blood was flowing from the corners of his eyes and nostrils.

His face was extremely pale and his expression was frighteningly hideous, as if he were dead.

Jin Renfeng who was chasing after him was not much behind, with a face full of black air and blood at the corners of his mouth. The two of them were staggering in the air, one chasing and the other fleeing.

The competition is about who can't hold on first.

"Mad man! He's a real mad man! Jin Renfeng, we have no grudges against each other!"

"Spiritual blood! Demon-killing divine fire! Hahaha! Don't run away, kid. You were poisoned by JianJiPowder, also known as the Immortal Pill. Even a god would die if he took it!"

"The secret medicine made by the head of the Chen family himself! You can't escape!" Jin Renfeng's expression was excited, as fierce as the wind and as devilish as a demon. He looked at Dongfang Dianliang as if she were some peerless beauty.

(End of this chapter)