Chapter 823 Whose Family Are You From?
Tushan Rongrong's voice gradually became louder, which indeed made Murong Ji frown.

I feel a little unhappy, but there is nothing I can do. Paying attention to appearance is not a bad thing, but if it exceeds a certain limit, it is inappropriate.

Tu Shan Rong Rong's words were very pertinent. The four words 'wild nature is hard to find' are enough. It is the greatest disaster for those who practice cultivation to find it difficult to restrain their animal nature.

"how do you want to do it?"

Murong Ji asked softly. After all, this person was Tushan Rongrong's disciple. Regardless of whether it was reasonable or not, he should not just leave him alone.

If they let him get into big trouble, it would be a sin for them as masters.

Tushan Rongrong looked at Murong Ji's expression and knew what he was thinking. She said, "I'll have Xiaolizi drive him to the border of the Western Region, and then use Tushan's demon who is good at disguise to pretend to be a lady from an aristocratic family to lure him in. What do you think?"

Murong Ji lowered his head in thought, then said, "You came to see me, do you want me to help him choose a human to reincarnate and continue the relationship?"

Just like the tree and moon crying in those days? !
As Murong Ji's realm improved, he had to admit that the giant bitter love tree was of indescribable help in the cultivation of his mind.

The most tempering thing for the heart is love. Of the seven emotions and six desires, the most difficult thing is suffering.

Life is full of ups and downs, and the first one is bitterness. For the demon race, reincarnation and continuation of fate is indeed an effective way to temper their character.

Only through the agonizing wait, repeated disappointments, and all kinds of torture can one's character grow.

"Okay, as long as the girl agrees, everything else will be easy."

With Murong Ji's consent, many things can be given the green light.

Tu Shan Rong Rong raised her lips slightly, then smiled and said, "I have discussed it with Xiao Li Zi, and the candidate has been decided. Your son is very much like you, but he is not a simple person."

Murong Ji was speechless, unable to describe the feeling. Chen Li was not very good in his own eyes, but in the eyes of the Dao League, he was definitely a genius, no worse than anyone else.

Murong Ji knew exactly what these two children were like. Deep down, they had inherited his cruelty and ruthlessness, and their daily benevolence and morality were not just pretense.

Everyone has two sides. Being able to face your own darkness is growth.

Murong Ji couldn't say anything about this. After a long silence, he asked directly, "Who is the woman chosen?"

"The child is only four years old now. It will take another twenty years to arrange for them to meet."

Murong Ji did not ask any more questions. He followed Tushan Rongrong back to Tushan. After reaching the Twin Peaks, he began to sort out his gains, which could be regarded as leaving some foundation for Tushan.

Murong Ji was writing on the side, and Tu Shan Rongrong was leaning against the head of the bed watching. For a moment, there was a sense of warmth and harmony in the scene.

Suddenly, Tushan Rongrong raised her eyebrows slightly, "Single-eyed God... and this Hundred Demons..."

Then, Tu Shan Rongrong rubbed her forehead, "Is that old witch really that powerful? She's going to get ahead of me so soon?!!"

Tushan Rongrong felt a little uneasy, fearing that when Tushan Honghong came back, she would be in a weak position again.

She looked up at Murong Ji and saw that he didn't care at all. She was a little stunned, and then a feeling of panic spread.

No one can tell how long Murong Ji's life span is now. It is a consensus among both humans and demons that humans have a short life span. The next thing that can affect the situation will be Murong Ji's death.

This matter has to make people think more.

Almost all the human beings of the same era as Murong Ji have died. The only two left are Mu Mie, the old patriarch of the Mu family, and his two children.

Chen Li is already in his thirties or forties now, so how can people not worry about him.

Coming back to her senses, Tu Shan Rong Rong suddenly laughed and said, "You haven't seen your grandson yet, have you? He is not qualified to be a father."

Murong Ji paused while writing, a little surprised, "I have a grandson? How come I didn't know?!"

After he finished speaking, he thought about it carefully and finally reacted. His mind recalled the last time Chen Li and Chen Xuan, brother and sister, brought their families to visit him in the Huntian Prison.

At that time, he was only concentrating on the experiment, and his mind was full of deducing the cultivation method, so he didn't care about them at all.

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead. It seemed that he was not a reliable father. How could he ignore the third generation?
"They came to see you?"

Tu Shan Rong Rong suddenly smiled, looked at Murong Ji meaningfully and said, "Why is your tone sour? Since they call me mother, they should bring it to me to see."

Murong Ji sat on the chair and let out a long breath. When did his children get married? He never cared about it.

During an enlightenment session, time flies by and several years pass in the blink of an eye. Looking back, it seems like a fleeting glimpse, elusive and intangible.

"I told them that you are at the stage of enlightenment and breaking through the realm. It would be bad to disturb you too much."

Tu Shan Rongrong's words made Murong Ji breathe a sigh of relief, "Thank you very much."

After living in Tushan for more than a year, Murong Ji, with his hands behind his back, leisurely left Tushan and headed towards Chenjiazhuang.

Now he has almost nothing to do, and the most important thing is to find a way to break through the Taiqing realm.

At his level, apart from the Third Young Master, he has almost no rivals. For many things, as long as he reveals his intention, a large number of people will come to work for him.

He landed in front of Chenjiazhuang with his hands behind his back, and walked slowly inside Chenjiazhuang. The layout of the various facilities in Chenjiazhuang today is the same as it was back then, without much change. The only thing that has changed is the people, the children back then have now become old people, and the old people back then have now become graves.

Time is the most ruthless thing. No matter who you are, you will be cut by it and the traces of your existence will be constantly erased in the long river of time.

Arriving in front of the gate of the Chen family, Murong Ji looked up and saw the words "Chen family" on it. They were the ones he had mentioned back then.

Before Murong Ji walked in, the two doormen suddenly knelt on the ground and bowed, "Greetings, old patriarch!"

Murong Ji was a little surprised for a moment that someone actually knew him... Then he remembered and looked down at his black and gold cloud-patterned Taoist robe before he reacted.

This kind of dress and clothing has almost become a proof of one's own uniqueness.

The only people who could wear something similar to him were the head of Qingyun Mountain, Huang Shiren, or his adopted son Chen Li.

However, the two of them did not wear lotus crowns, but still wore the Taoist Alliance's nine-inch flat crowns.

Murong Ji didn't care too much. He walked into the gate with his hands behind his back, walked around the screen wall, and someone came out to greet him after he took a few steps.

"Greetings, father." When the woman saw Murong Ji, she immediately bowed to the ground.

The sudden scene made Murong Ji stunned for a moment. As a father, he even forgot when his son got married.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji said calmly: "We are all family, there is no need to worry about so many things, get up."

"Yes."

Murong Ji watched the woman stand up, standing aside very respectfully, not caring at all, and walked towards the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

The layout of the Chen family courtyard was no different from before, and many of the arrangements were very familiar to Murong.

He walked around the front hall and headed towards the backyard, until he passed the second door and headed towards his own yard.

When he turned around, he saw his cheap daughter-in-law and her men following behind him with their heads lowered.

"No need to follow me, just go and do whatever you need." Murong Ji turned around and gave an order. Just as he was about to walk into the courtyard, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Where is my grandson? Bring him here so I can see him."

"Yes, daddy."

The woman then instructed the maids beside her to go and fetch the two children.

Murong Ji was a little surprised for a moment, there were actually two. He smiled slightly and said, two is good, continuing the offspring is always a good thing.

What his Chen family lacks most is direct bloodline.

Walking into the courtyard, it was still the same as before, but with fewer people. Standing at the entrance were four people, not young, all in their fifties or sixties, they were Wang Quanzui's maids when he was alive.

They are no longer young, but it seems that Chen Li has not treated them unfairly.

Seeing them, Murong Ji felt a pang of sadness in his heart again. Without waiting for Murong Ji to speak, the four of them saluted in unison.

"Master, I am honored to meet you."

Murong Ji waved his hand, signaling them to get up, then walked into the house. With the help of the four people, he washed his hands and changed his clothes.

When he sat down in front of the hall again, he found that his daughter-in-law was still standing there. Murong Ji sat on the chair at the top and picked up the teacup, only to find that it was warm, the perfect temperature for drinking.

"I mean it, but there's no need to be like this. Don't be nervous." Murong Ji said calmly.

Women of this era always live cautiously.

There are only two options for a girl from an aristocratic family: either she becomes powerful and the family will recruit a son-in-law for her, or she marries out for an alliance, like Wang Quanzui and her own daughter-in-law.

Murong Ji glanced at his daughter-in-law, who stood aside with lowered head and submissive look. He could not help but sigh, waiting for the grandson whom he had never met to come over.

After waiting for a while, Murong Ji asked curiously, "Whose family are you from?"

"Dad, I am from the Chen family."

Murong Ji: "..."

I was speechless for a moment, then I realized that it was not appropriate for me to ask this question. I was forcing others to express their opinions, which was really unnecessary.

Living so cautiously, you can see how Chen Li treats her. As the saying goes, a husband is the courage of his wife, and Wang Quan is drunk in the Chen family, and that is what he says.

"Don't be nervous. I'm just asking casually. Where are you from?" Murong Ji raised the teacup, glanced at his trembling daughter-in-law, and comforted her softly.

"Father, I am the daughter of the Wang family. Mother-in-law... is my eldest aunt."

Murong Ji suddenly realized and suddenly remembered the first generation head of the Wang family whom he saw at Wangquan Villa.

(End of this chapter)