Chapter 769: Deceiving the Master and Destroying the Ancestors! Killing the Master and Seizing the Throne!
He called himself Uncle Master, so how could he not know who this man was! Jin Renfeng turned around and tried to run.

After running a few steps, Dongfang Yuechu grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, Master. I won't eat you. I just have something to ask you." Dongfang Yuechu naturally showed a kind smile.

"I don't know you! And I'm not some great master uncle! Let me go! I want more..." Jin Renfeng turned his head and his tone froze in an instant!
This is...Tushan Honghong!
Jin Renfeng was trembling all over. He looked at Dongfang Yuechu stiffly, and sweat broke out on his face unconsciously. "You...you are the one...the one...what are you going to do!"

Jin Renfeng shouted loudly, trying to attract the attention of the surrounding humans, "Tushan Fox Demon! Tushan Fox Demon has invaded! Someone come quickly!"

Dongfang Yuechu had a gentle smile on his face, looking Jin Renfeng up and down, [Master is an old silver coin! He is the kind of person who would pour copper water on an ant nest to kill a whole family. If he can be spared, of course...]

"Master, stop shouting. The relationship between humans and demons is much more relaxed now than before." Dongfang Yuechu sniffed and fanned his nose, "Hmm~ smell! I'll take you to take a bath..."

As he spoke, he pulled Jin Renfeng towards Chunmanlou on another street.

"Let me go! I have nothing to do with you! It's none of your business! Let me go..."

Tushan Honghong followed behind them, looked up at the Yiqidaomeng disciples who were following them in the sky, then retracted her gaze and allowed them to monitor her.

Dongfang Yuechu pulled Jin Renfeng into Chunmanlou and asked the girls to wash Jin Renfeng clean and take out a set of clothes for her.

After Jin Renfeng put on her underwear, she and Tu Shan Honghong walked into the house together.

Seeing Jin Renfeng putting on his clothes, Dongfang Yuechu took a few steps forward and snatched the clothes away.

"Master uncle! Don't worry! I have prepared new clothes for you."

Jin Renfeng was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Dongfang Yuechu put on his clothes, a silk undershirt, and put it on himself.

"This...this...don't try this on me!"

Dongfang Yuechu smiled and ignored Jin Renfeng's scolding, "Master uncle, you don't know that this undershirt was made for you by my aunt when my grandmother was still alive."

"She said that when you grow up and can support the Shenhuoshan Villa, she will give you clothes to wear. The owner of Shenhuoshan Villa cannot be shabby."

Jin Renfeng's expression suddenly changed. Seeing Dongfang Yuechu's smiling face, she unconsciously showed fear on her face. She was in a hurry and tried to take off her clothes.

"Don't move! This is the only thing my grandmother left behind..."

Jin Renfeng's whole body was stiff and he couldn't stop shaking. He stopped moving unconsciously and let Dongfang Yuechu help him put on his shirt.

"Well, it's still wearable, but it's a little too big. Master, you should eat more and become stronger so that you can look good in it."

"This one was made by my aunt. She said that she has always made clothes for you and grandpa..."

Jin Renfeng's whole body was stiff and dazed, and he unconsciously recalled his childhood...

After changing clothes, Jin Renfeng was dragged by Dongfang Yuechu to have a meal. After eating and drinking, Jin Renfeng curled up in a chair, lost in thought.

Dongfang Yuechu didn't say much, waiting for him to come back to his senses.

After a long time.

"What do you want... You are not looking for revenge or complaint against me, so why..." Jin Renfeng's voice was extremely low. He has not had a good life these years.

People's hearts are fickle, and the only people who really treat him well are his master and his mistress...

"Hehe, Uncle Master, I want my grandfather's relics. It... must be in your hands." Dongfang Yuechu spoke slowly.

After he finished speaking, Jin Renfeng didn't reply. Dongfang Yuechu was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

Jin Renfeng suddenly threw a swallowing bag to Dongfang Yuechu, stood up, and walked outside without saying a word, swaying leisurely with a dazed look on his face.

The attire of the owner of Shenhuoshan Manor made him feel a little breathless.

"Uncle!"

Jin Renfeng looked back coldly, his face full of sternness, "There's something else!"

"It's okay, it's just..." Dongfang Yuechu didn't finish his words before he patted Jin Renfeng on the shoulder and lifted the restrictions in his body.

The instant recovery of his spiritual power and the unblocking of his meridians made Jin Renfeng feel full of strength.

Dongfang Yuechu suddenly retreated behind Tushan Honghong, "Sister Yaoxian, let's go."

[That's it? You... won't take revenge on him?!] Tu Shan Honghong was puzzled. She tilted her head slightly and looked at Dongfang Yuechu, asking in confusion.

Dongfang Yuechu looked back at Jin Renfeng and said, "Hey, I'm not a saint, I just think it's unnecessary. Good and evil are obvious, and he's already like this... it would be a relief if he died."

Jin Renfeng watched the two of them leave quietly. These words... seemed to be said intentionally for him to hear.

A month later, Dongfang Yuechu returned to Tushan and came to Shuangsheng Peak again.

Placed a letter on Murong Ji's desk.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the letter in front of him. The paper was a little yellowed, indicating that it was very old.

The handwriting on it was Wang Quan Shouzhuo's notes. He took out the letter and glanced at it, and instantly understood.

I rubbed my forehead and felt a little headache. It was really a turbulent time, with things happening one after another.

"I understand. Go down and practice. I'll take care of the other things." Murong Ji placed the letter in front of him on the envelope and pushed it forward. This was left by Dongfang Gu Yue and could be regarded as a legacy for future generations.

Handwriting can carry a person's will and, to some extent, reflect a person's state of mind and will.

Just like paintings, it can be said that calligraphy and painting have never been separated.

If in his previous life, ancient calligraphy and paintings were worth a fortune, and people were pursuing elegance, then that would be fine.

The will and rhythm contained in the calligraphy and paintings left by our predecessors can be fed back to future generations through calligraphy and paintings.

For mortals, it is not even worth a few steamed buns, but for cultivators, this thing is worth a fortune.

"Master, is this why the old Patriarch Wang Quan lives by the East Sea? Did he make an agreement with my grandfather?"

Murong Ji looked up at Dongfang Yuechu and said sarcastically, "Don't worry about it. Not to mention Wang Quan's modesty, Steward Fei can kill you with one finger. Go and practice."

Dongfang Yuechu's face was embarrassed. He knew Murong Ji's temper. He put away the letter and was about to turn around and leave the cave.

Murong Ji's voice came from behind again: "Wait."

Dongfang Yuechu turned around immediately and asked, "Master, do you have any other instructions?"

Murong Ji had a calm face and said, "From now on, you must copy four pieces of calligraphy for me every day, two by Wang Quan Shouzhuo and two by Dongfang Guyue. Copy them carefully and don't be lazy."

"Go find Rongrong and frame the letters between you two. When you have nothing to do, take a good look at the meaning of the letters."

Dongfang Yuechu froze instantly. Murong Ji's requirements were not low. These four articles should be able to imitate the sword intent and fire power of the two.

To reach this level, I don’t know how much hard work is needed, which shows the difficulty of the task.

"Master, is it so hard for my junior brothers and sisters to practice as well?!"

Murong Ji raised his eyes and rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Stop playing dumb with me and go practice!"

Dongfang Yuechu walked out of the Twin Peaks dejectedly, somewhat speechless. It was not that he hated practicing or that he was not diligent, but Murong Ji's requirements were too strict. It was more than difficult to achieve them completely!

After Dongfang Yuechu left, Murong Ji sat in the chair and pondered for a while. This place was actually not too far from the East China Sea border and was much closer than Tianxuan City.

However, no one knows when the secret realm in the East will invade the human race and erode the spiritual energy of this world.

Anyway, no matter what, Murong Ji did not intend to let the Eastern Spirit Clan take advantage of him for nothing.

He stretched and looked at the pink crystal on the table. With this thing, it didn't take him long to rush over after getting the news.

"Huang Shiren, go to the East China Sea border and be my spy there. If there is anything unusual, notify me in time."

The sound passed through the cave like a silk thread and entered Huang Shiren's ears.

Huang Shiren did not hesitate and headed straight towards the eastern border of the human race.

On the other side, Jin Renfeng, leaning on a wooden stick, walked tremblingly into a city. This place was not too far from Tianxuan City and was considered the heartland of the human race.

However, it is still a place where many aristocratic families gather.

Jin Renfeng walked into the city, looking dully in one direction. The hawking sounds from both sides of the road did not disturb him at all.

The purpose is very clear.

Walking to a wealthy mansion and looking up, I saw the majestic gate, although not as domineering as Wang Quan's, nor as dignified as Yang's.

It is majestic, beautiful and intimidating, worthy of being a noble family.

Jin Renfeng's eyes fell on the plaque on the door. It was a huge plaque more than four meters long, with golden characters on a red background. The words "Jin Family" shone brightly.

Somewhat dazzling.

At first glance, this door plaque is obviously a magic weapon. Being able to use a magic weapon as a door plaque is the first among aristocratic families.

The Jin family was luxurious, and the steps they paved were all made of rare blue jade. Jin Renfeng walked forward tremblingly and gently stepped over the threshold.

"Who are you? You are not qualified to come here! Get out of here! You stinky beggar!"

The shouting and scolding brought Jin Renfeng back to his senses. He raised his head with dull eyes and saw a young servant in blue clothes.

When the servant saw Jin Renfeng's face clearly, he was a little surprised for a moment.

The doorman next to him pulled Xiao Si and whispered in his ear, "Look at his clothes, he's from Shenhuoshan Villa!"

The boy shook off the doorman's attempt to pull him away, "What Shenhuoshan Villa! Bah! You don't know it!"

"I'm telling you, this is the former top disciple of Shenhuoshan Villa! The one who betrayed his master and destroyed his ancestors! The one who killed his master and seized the throne! "

"You still want to get the protection of my Jin family! Bah!" He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on Jin Renfeng's face.

Jin Renfeng wanted to wipe it with his sleeve, but when he raised his hand in front of his eyes and saw the bright red uniform of the owner of Shenhuoshan Villa, he felt reluctant to leave.

(End of this chapter)