Chapter 807 How can we continue our relationship?
After going to Wang Quan's house and seeing Wang Quan's empire, Murong Ji's spirit and energy completely collapsed. For a moment, he was speechless.

Although he could have lived a few more years, he exhausted himself to the point of being exhausted.

The two looked at each other in silence for a while. Murong Ji understood Wang Quan Baiye's intention, and Wang Quan Baiye also understood Murong Ji's thoughts.

After a long silence, Murong Ji stood up, waved his hand, walked out the door with his hands behind his back, indicating that he didn't need to see him off.

"Squeak."

As soon as I stepped out of the door, a voice suddenly came from behind me, "Brother Chen...thank you."

Murong Ji paused, "You're welcome."

After leaving Wang Quan Villa, Murong Ji looked back. He knew... this was the last time he and Wang Quan Baiye would meet.

Returning to Qingyun Mountain again, Murong Ji felt a little uneasy.

Not long after, something happened again. A large number of humans were killed, and even a massacre occurred.

Of course, these are some remote cities, the news is a bit vague, and there is no evidence that it was done by the demons.

However, it also caused quite a stir among the two races of 'humans and demons', who had been enemies for generations.

Before the matter was fully investigated, a rumor spread that someone had seen the Tushan fox demon slaughtering humans with their own eyes.

Murong Ji sat in front of the desk, closed the memorial in his hand, and sneered. This extremely crude frame-up method was really hilarious.

Then, Murong Ji's face became extremely gloomy. He had to give an explanation to those humans who were slaughtered no matter what.

A few days later.

Before Murong Ji could take any action, news came again that Yang Yitan, who went to investigate the matter... had been killed.

Murong Ji looked at the memorial in his hand expressionlessly. The following was a general account of what happened. Someone in the Dao League had already checked the source of the news, but for some reason, it fell into Yang Yitan's hands.

Murong Ji came back to his senses and looked down. This was the time when Yang Yitan's body was brought back.

Five days later, Yang Yitan's body was transported back to Tianxuan City. Murong Ji went to the Yang family to pay his respects, which was considered as a farewell to Yang Yitan.

At the same time, people from the Chen family and Qingyun Mountain were arranged to investigate the cause of Yang Yitan's death.

Yang Yitan's death, Wang Quan's spirit and energy completely collapsed. When Murong Ji heard about him again, he was already bedridden. He was completely dependent on his disciple to take care of him.

[Feng Tingyun, right? ]

Wang Quan returned to Wang Quan's house drunk.

After seeing his brother Wang Quan Baiye's condition, he lost his temper and felt that no medicine could cure him. He wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he didn't know how to say it. The hidden pain in his heart was the scar hidden in the hearts of the four of them.

"Have a good rest, I'm going back first."

Wang Quan walked out of the room drunk, and walked out of the inner courtyard and passed the second door, where he saw the elders of the Wang Quan family blocking the entrance to the inner courtyard.

Wang Quanzui was no stranger to these people, as they were almost all elders who had watched her grow up.

Wang Quanzui looked at the leader and bowed respectfully, "Third Uncle."

Then, he looked at the others, and then bowed to the elders one by one again, "Fourth Aunt."

"Sixth Grandfather."

……

After hearing the calls, Wang Quanzui had some guesses in his mind. These people were rarely seen on weekdays, and now they appeared here, which might not be a good thing.

"Zui'er, we're not here to cause trouble. There's no need for pleasantries. Let's get straight to the point."

"Third Uncle, just tell me what you want to say." Wang Quanzui's eyes darkened.

"Hey! You also know the situation of the head of the family. Now the head of the family only has Wang Quan Fugui as a son. It is better to recognize him and let the head of the family withdraw from the family position and recover from his illness in peace."

What Third Uncle said was not an exaggeration. It was indeed true according to the tradition of the Wang Quan family.

Wang Quan was drunk for a moment and didn't know how to start. She knew what her brother was thinking and she had some guesses in her mind.

Over the years, Wang Quan Baiye has cooperated with Murong Ji in doing many things. If it weren't for Wang Quan Baiye's support, it would be difficult for Murong Ji to lead people to gain a foothold outside the circle.

"Third Uncle, you should discuss this matter with my eldest brother. I'm already married." Wang Quanzui bowed again, walked around the crowd and walked out of Wang Quan's house.

Along the way, I was filled with worries and didn't know what it felt like.

After returning to Qingyun Mountain, he put aside many trivial matters in the Taoist Alliance and rested for a few days in peace.

The sadness in her heart was slightly relieved by her shameless indulgence with Murong Ji.

Before he could calm down, something happened again. The old lady of the Chen family, Mang Shirui, was gone.

The couple descended Qingyun Mountain overnight and rushed to Chenjiazhuang to take care of their mother's funeral.

In the following days, Chenjiazhuang was filled with sorrow and depression, and many of Murong Ji's original plans were postponed.

After the 37th day of guarding, a month had already passed. In the Dao League, everyone was getting more and more angry. The demons were slaughtering the city again. This had never happened many years ago, but now it was happening again and again.

What is surprising is that many people in the Taoist Alliance did not investigate the murderer, but instead forced Dongfang Yuechu to take a stance or make concessions.

Murong Ji looked at the memorial in his hand, kneeling in front of the coffin, with no expression on his face. He looked at the list on it, raised his hand, and countless sword energies were stimulated outside the mourning hall and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Murong Ji threw the letter in his hand into the brazier and burned it. Then he picked up a stack of paper money and burned it slowly.

Without the hegemony of the king, who would care about those families? ! He has no strength, no power, but he is still so active. Do you really think that Murong Ji has a good temper?

The next morning, news came that several high-ranking family heads of the Taoist Alliance had died suddenly at home.

Everyone knows who killed them, but they can only die suddenly.

Even so, Dongfang Yuechu was still under great pressure. He knew who massacred the human race, but who would believe him if he told them? It would not be easy for them to catch Feng Xi with their strength.

Dongfang Yuechu got the news and came to Chenjiazhuang early in the morning.

When she walked into the mourning hall, she saw Murong Ji kneeling beside her. She took the mourning clothes from the side, put them on, and knelt beside Murong Ji.

Dongfang Yuechu said nothing, just knelt there quietly, occasionally handing a few stacks of paper money to Murong Ji.

After seeing off the guests who came to pay their respects and watching the sky gradually darken, Dongfang Yuechu stood up, swept the dust off the altar, and bowed three times to the spirit tablet.

Then, following Murong Ji out of the mourning hall, the master and disciple found a pavilion to sit down. Only then did Murong Ji ask, "What are you doing here?"

Dongfang Yuechu was silent for a moment, then said, "Ever since the Dao League forced me to go to Tushan to ask for an explanation, I have felt that one day I will have a fight with Sister Yaoxian, a life-and-death battle."

"Master, how should I write this question? Please teach me."

Murong Ji glanced at him unhappily, [You don't want me to teach you if we don't talk?!] and simply kept silent.

Dongfang Yuechu was not in a hurry and just wasted time with Murong Ji.

After a long time, Murong Ji sighed and scolded: "Idiot! Can't you catch the black fox?!"

"If we expose the Black Fox's out-of-circle attributes to everyone, the problem will naturally be solved."

After he finished speaking, Dongfang Yuechu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I have thought of this method before, but the agreement with the Third Young Master..."

"Otherwise why would I call you stupid! You and the third young master have an agreement, but Wang Quan Fugui doesn't!" Murong Ji picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then put it down.

Looking at Dongfang Yuechu's increasingly bright eyes, if the current atmosphere was not wrong, I would have almost laughed out loud.

"Go find Wang Quan Baiye to borrow Wang Quan's sword, and find a chance for Wang Quan Fugui to immobilize Black Fox and let him show it to his father."

As he spoke, Murong Ji suddenly became a little depressed and lost interest in talking.

Dongfang Yuechu suppressed the smile on his face, stood there in a daze, and then asked: "Master, is my uncle dying soon?..."

Murong Ji nodded without saying anything more. The master and disciple sat in silence for a while.

Murong Ji then said: "The Masked Group back then was full of vigor and vitality. They were ready to die long before they left the circle. When I rescued them, all four of them had lost their Daoist hearts, including your mistress..."

"After Dongfang Huaizhu died, he lost his spirit. I thought that no matter what, the spirited Mr. Tuan Jian, the masked man, should be allowed to go to see his beloved with his sword heart intact..."

Murong Ji murmured, and the more he spoke, the more depressed he became. After practicing to this point, he, Murong Ji, was still a human being, not a heartless and ungrateful piece of wood.

He waved his hand, signaling Dongfang Yuechu to leave, and then sat alone in the courtyard, silent for a long time.

The sky gradually darkened, and Murong Ji still sat there motionless, as if he was recalling Yang Yitan and Wang Quan's hegemony in the past.

"Daddy! Come back for dinner!"

Murong Ji finally came back to his senses and murmured, "The next one is Zui'er..."

The cultivators in this world all have problems with their techniques. The human race's techniques cannot cultivate one's own body, so their lifespan will not be much longer than that of ordinary people.

Wang Quanzui had been seriously injured, with half of her body cut off by Wang Quan's sword, not to mention her origin. If it weren't for Murong Ji's help over the years, her cultivation would have made no progress and she would have become a complete cripple.

It is not easy to cultivate to this level, and to make a breakthrough in lifespan is even more wishful thinking.

There are some things that cannot be compensated by any medicine. When a person’s life span is over, it is over. It is not a disease but fate.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards the inner courtyard.

Dongfang Yuechu left Chenjiazhuang and looked back at the gate of Chenjiazhuang.

He felt a little sad in his heart. He could understand Tu Shan Rongrong's helplessness and anxiety, and he could also understand his master's mood.

"How can I help you guys continue your relationship? Master..."

Dongfang Yuechu murmured, then turned around and disappeared into the street.

Because of his mother's matter, Murong Ji simply put the matter of Black Fox aside and let Dongfang Yuechu and the others deal with it.

(End of this chapter)