Chapter 824 Dad, what do you think of that girl?
Wang Quan was rich and powerful and had no offspring, but the Wang Quan family could not just fall like that, so they chose one of the offspring of Wang Quan's humble brothers to be the head of the Wang family, and he even met that person.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji waved his hand, motioning his daughter-in-law to sit down and wait.

After she sat down, Murong Ji asked a few more casual questions about the situation of the Taoist Alliance in recent years and the affairs of the Chen, Wang and Yang families.

Today, the Wang Quan family is weak and has been divided into the Wang family and the Quan family by Wang Quan's hegemony. One provides resources for the Wang family within the circle, and the other provides convenience for the Quan family outside the circle. They support each other, but are still in decline.

The loss of the Wang Quan Sword completely broke the Wang Quan family's control over the Taoist Alliance.

The rise of the Chen family and the Eastern Spiritual Clan has once again become the pillars of the Dao Alliance. In the past two years, the Eastern Spiritual Clan has been pressing forward step by step, forcing Chen Li to a point where he is somewhat breathless.

Murong Ji suddenly realized why Chen Li paid so much attention to cultivating his own team.

Compared to the Eastern Spirit Clan, those aristocratic families trust the Chen family more. After all, the old man who had experienced many things in the past is still alive and knows how terrifying Murong Ji is.

The most important thing is that Murong Ji is still alive, and it is unknown how many years he can live.

After chatting for more than an hour, a sound suddenly came from outside the door, and Chen Li walked into the house holding a child in one hand.

He put the two children on the ground at the door, pointed at Murong Ji and said, "That's your grandfather! Go and let him hug you."

"grandfather!"

"grandfather!"

With just one name, he could tell the general personalities of the two children. Murong Ji was still stunned, and then he saw the two children rushing towards him like angry birds.

Murong Ji picked up one in each hand to dissipate their impact and prevent them from getting hurt. He looked at the pair of grandchildren and could no longer hide the smile on his face.

The feeling of being connected by blood is very wonderful. No matter how you look at it, he is much more pleasing to the eye than your own sons and daughters.

No wonder they are so close to each other.

Soon, Chen Xuan came in with her three children. She said with a smile on her face, "Go quickly, that's your grandparents!"

In an instant, the originally quiet room became noisy because of the five little guys. It was a bit noisy, but also a bit soothing. Murong Ji didn't dislike this kind of atmosphere.

On the contrary, it made him more clever and active.

The magic weapons were distributed one by one, and according to their practice, each of them was given the corresponding magic weapon as a gift.

After sending the five children out to play by themselves, Murong Ji then turned his attention to his own two children.

Now that they are parents, they have long lost the recklessness and liveliness they had when they were young.

The most obvious change is Chen Xuan. Chen Xuan's personality is somewhat like her mother. Now she is also very serious and has become a wife and a mother.

Murong Ji sighed, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

Chen Li was a little unwilling, "Dad, are we sisters so bad? Does seeing us make you so upset?!"

Murong Ji rolled his eyes at him in annoyance, "Don't you know what kind of character you are? Alliance Leader Chen is really good at making me, as your father, train a lot of direct descendants for you!"

Seeing that Chen Li was not convinced and wanted to explain, Murong Ji angrily scolded him: "Get out of the way!"

Then, he looked up behind Chen Xuan and saw a man standing behind her.

When the man saw Murong Ji's gaze, he strode forward and knelt down in front of Murong Ji, "Father-in-law, please accept my son-in-law's greetings."

Murong Ji's face darkened, and he felt even more upset. Before he knew it, his cabbage had been taken away by someone else...

At a glance, I saw that he had three eyes on his head. How could I not know that he was a member of the Yang family?

His face looked better, he exhaled a breath, waved his hand and said, "Get up, Mumie, how is he now?"

"The head of the family is very good. He always misses his father-in-law. He will probably come to see you tomorrow."

Murong Ji nodded, then flipped his hand and a three-pointed, two-edged sword appeared in his hand. He threw it forward and it landed in front of his son-in-law with a "bang".

Plug directly into the floor inside the house.

"The Yang family's Heavenly Eye can see through many secret methods and techniques. Yang Yitan has made some achievements in physical training, but not much. Today I will help you complete that method and practice well."

The son-in-law didn't say anything too polite, he just leaned forward and kowtowed: "Thank you, father-in-law."

Murong Ji waved his hand, motioning him to stand up.

After the son-in-law stood up, he picked up the magic weapon and retreated behind Chen Xuan. He put the magic weapon away with his swallowing bag and continued to be an invisible man.

Murong Ji's gaze fell on his daughter-in-law again. Without favoring one over the other, he flipped his hand and gave her a sword. It was the sword that Wang Quanzui had used back then.

"Tell your second brother to come back, and we'll have dinner together tonight."

"Yes, Dad." After dinner in the evening, Murong Ji returned to the house and sat quietly at the table. With a glance, he found that the furnishings in the room were the same as before. His thoughts unconsciously went back to the time before he and Wang Quan were drunk.

When I came to my senses, it was already dark. I washed up and went straight to bed.

In the days that followed, when he had nothing to do, he personally taught his five grandchildren how to practice. He found a suitable method for each of them and made some minor adjustments to the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Taoism.

The children of aristocratic families are indeed not as strong-willed as the children of farming families. There is nothing that can be done about it, unless they are geniuses or outstanding people who have great perseverance.

Murong Ji could predict the future achievements of these spoiled children.

Fortunately, Chen Li was very strict in the education of his children. He personally supervised the five children to complete their homework according to what Murong Ji taught.

Murong Ji was quite satisfied with this point. He stood beside the training ground and watched Chen Li supervise the five children's practice and then they dispersed.

Chen Li walked towards Murong Ji, wiped the sweat off his face, and then said, "Dad, my lady said that you are at the critical juncture of enlightenment now. If you succeed, you will be unprecedented and unrivaled."

"Is it true that he can compete with the legendary Third Young Master?!"

Murong Ji glanced at his five grandchildren who were having fun on the training ground, a slight smile appeared on his face. He turned to look at Chen Li, and his expression instantly fell again.

A tiger father makes a dog son. If this kid had half of his ability, Murong Ji would be satisfied. If nothing else, he should at least be above the demon king, not Wang Quanfugui or Dongfang Yuechu.

Murong Ji would be satisfied if he could be on par with them.

Chen Li is now in his thirties, and is still just a Demon King.

"Dad, am I really that useless? The seniors in the Dao League said that it is not easy to become a demon king at the age of thirty."

"He is not much worse than Senior Brother Wang Quan and Senior Brother Dongfang. When they were thirty years old, they were only Demon Kings."

Murong Ji's face looked better. Thinking about it, what he said was true. "I don't see any potential in you to be above the Demon King. They are all above the Demon King!"

"Wang Quan is rich and powerful. He realized the sword intent of Wang Quan when he was a teenager, and became a demon king in his twenties. In the way of swordsmanship, his final result surpassed that of Wang Quan Shouzhu."

"Dongfang Yuechu, in his twenties, realized the flame of lovesickness. Although he became the Demon King at the age of thirty, he is second only to Tushan Honghong in the Red Thread Immortal Sect. How can you compare with him?"

"Before he turned thirty, he had already found his own path. Look at you! You are not good at swordsmanship, and you have no foundation in magic. You are still a half-baked person!"

Chen Li curled his lips, too lazy to argue with Murong Ji, "Dad, what realm are you in now?"

"The peak of the ninth level of Shangqing."

The corner of Chen Li's mouth twitched. He knew the divisions of Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao very well. He had almost torn apart all the books in Murong Ji's study.

Murong Ji was too lazy to argue with Chen Li anymore and walked towards the room with his hands behind his back.

After living in Chenjiazhuang for a year, Murong Ji returned to Huntian Prison, where he still had some things to do. In the future, he would teach his five grandchildren, so he would let Chen Li send them here.

After studying the death row prisoners accumulated over the past few years, Murong Ji's gaze fell on the Single-Eyed God.

For monks, eyes are extremely important. Many wonderful methods need to be observed directly with the eyes. Even when creating new methods, they need to imitate the changes and laws of nature.

To realize the Tao, one must first observe the Tao. Observing the Dharma is extremely important.

Murong Ji was particularly concerned about the method of meditation. When he had nothing to do, he would practice and modify the Daluo Cave meditation again and again until it became what he wanted.

In a blink of an eye, twenty years passed, and Murong Ji has been in a mysterious state.

This state was not like the ordinary state of enlightenment, which was between wakefulness and sleep. Murong Ji knew very well what he was doing, just like he was living his daily life.

When he has nothing to do, he teaches his five grandchildren, and uses the rest of his time to study the death row prisoners who are sent to him.

The days in the Huntian Prison were quite fulfilling, and the state of enlightenment was very mysterious. Murong Ji was not in a hurry to break through the Return to Void Realm, as that was not something that could be obtained in a hurry.

It was not until Chen Li arrived with a dozen young men that Murong Ji came back to his senses.

These dozen or so young people are the elites of the contemporary Taoist alliance. Most of them are children of various aristocratic families, which of course also includes Murong Ji’s grandchildren.

In the square of Huntian Prison.

Chen Li waved to the dozen young people, signaling them to go to the square to play by themselves. He then moved a reclining chair, placed it next to Murong Ji, put up an umbrella, and lay down.

"Dad, you don't seem to have a good impression of the noble families, and you even want to suppress them."

Murong Ji didn't even open his eyes, and murmured, "I do feel a little disgusted, but these are trivial matters. What I am disgusted with is their insatiable desire, not the development model of the aristocratic family."

Chen Li smiled, then pointed at the woman in red among the dozen young people and said, "Dad, what do you think of that girl?"

Murong Ji slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dozen or so people in the field. The only one wearing red clothes was that one.

(End of this chapter)