Chapter 825 Do you miss me a lot? !

Red clothes are simple and capable.

She had black shoulder-length hair with a few thin red satin strips tied on top of her head, which made her look neat and capable, and also added a bit of heroic spirit.

Her eyes are bright and express determination and intelligence. Her facial features are generally delicate and her appearance has a unique beauty.

"Yeah, not bad."

"Lu Jianwen, my little sister asked me to find a wife for Senior Brother Yan Ruyu. What do you think of my vision?"

Murong Ji glanced at Chen Li indifferently. He knew what this boy was thinking. It was obvious that he also liked this type.

It's just that due to the existence of his wife and himself, he can't do anything that goes against the rules of the family.

Murong Ji suddenly sat up and gave Chen Li a displeased look. His son was already middle-aged and looked older than himself.

Suddenly, all the energy was gone, leaving only helplessness.

Then, he realized that he had almost fooled himself. With his current level of cultivation, it would be no problem for him to live for three or four hundred years. He was only fifty years old now, so how could he die so early?
Murong Ji sat back down again, "It's up to you. When my grandson grows up, I will let him be the head of the family. You should retreat behind the scenes and practice hard. Well... just go and guard the ancestral temple."

Chen Li nodded without refutation, "I have had this idea for a long time. The more we practice, the more exciting it becomes."

One year later, another group of people were sent from the prison. Murong Ji looked at the information in the notebook and he did not expect to see news about Yan Ruyu and Lu Jianwen.

Murong Ji gossiped about their progress, just like reading a long love story, very exciting.

"A red-bearded fire dragon?!" Murong Ji took a glance at the red-bearded fire dragon and instantly lost interest in it. A monster of this level could be killed with a single slap. Even the One-Eyed God could not compare to it.

Then, an idea came to his mind. At night, he ordered the jailer to let the One-eyed God escape to the Red-bearded Fire Dragon's room. Under the urgent search, he forced the Red-bearded Fire Dragon to devour the One-eyed God, who had no magical power at all.

Then, he found another opportunity and let the red-bearded fire dragon escape.

After planning all this, Murong Ji stood on the Huntian Prison, looked at the escaped Red-bearded Fire Dragon, and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

Lovers should act like lovers, support each other through thick and thin, and never give up on each other, that is what love looks like.

Gave Tu Shan Rongrong a message and told her his plan.

From then on, Murong Ji became a hands-off boss. Apart from paying attention to the matters of Yan Ruyu and Lu Jianwen, he didn't care about anything else.

A few years later, Murong Ji met Yan Ruyu and put him in the Huntian Prison, and Murong Ji completely lost interest in him.

Not long after, Murong Ji escaped from the Huntian Prison and traveled around the world.

Three years later, when Murong Ji heard the news about Huntian Prison again, it was the news that Tushan Yaya and Tushan Rongrong attacked Huntian Prison.

It is said that the Demon Alliance and the Taoist Alliance had a big fight at that time...

Murong Ji was speechless for a moment. The one who established order has become the one who destroys order.

These were none of his business. At this moment, Murong Ji had really taken half a step forward. There was only a thin layer of gauze separating him from the realm of returning to the void. He didn't know when he would break through.

After almost going around the circle, Murong Ji still couldn't find the last trace of energy. He had no choice but to go outside the circle, moving slowly forward in the endless fog.

But once he left, it would be more than a hundred years.

He killed everyone outside the circle and experienced many life-and-death battles. Murong Ji did not let go of any of those whose combat power exceeded that of the Demon King.

He encountered many rare materials. After collecting them one by one, Murong Ji continued to move forward, but he never took the last step.

When he had nothing to do, Murong Ji also contacted his two children and Tushan Rongrong, otherwise they might have thought he was dead.

After strolling around, he arrived at the other side of this world. This was the place where his soul had come that year.

After rechecking the formation set up here, Murong Ji set out again, heading towards the direction that had never been explored.

Only after I stepped out of the circle did I realize that this world is really big. If I were to rely on my own strength to walk around, I would never be able to finish the journey in several lifetimes.

The mountains, veins, and sky outside the circle are much more vast than those inside the circle. This is the true face of this world. Some natural terrains, once the formations are properly laid out, are not much worse than the Zhuxian Killing Formation.

Even if Murong Ji entered, he would surely die.

Murong Ji became more frightened as he walked further. Fortunately, these creatures outside the circle only eroded the power of heaven and earth, and did not have complete intelligence like other living things.

No wonder the third young master is so anxious.

There are even some mountains that are more majestic and magnificent than those inside the circle. If the power of heaven and earth here can be utilized, it will definitely give birth to countless demon kings.

Nearly another hundred years passed, and Murong Ji still hadn't found that opportunity. In desperation, he returned to the circle, and nearly two hundred years passed in a flash.

Murong Ji felt a little unfamiliar with the environment inside the circle. Peace between humans and demons was no longer a luxury. The Demon Alliance and the Taoist Alliance jointly set laws, and humans and demons abided by them. This was almost unimaginable in the past.

After returning to the circle, Murong Ji went to Tushan first. After entering Tushan, the whole Tushan changed drastically.

It was more prosperous than before, and the entertainment venues here had occupied an entire street. Murong Ji always felt that he alone had limited the development of the entertainment venues in Tushan by half...

Murong Ji strolled leisurely in the big city of Tushan with his hands behind his back. Here he could see monsters from all over the circle, and also see humans settling here.

Not long after they walked, Tu Shan Rong Rong appeared beside him, following behind Murong Ji, and occasionally telling him about the situation in the circle.

Murong Ji listened as he walked, feeling somewhat comfortable.

Tushan Yaya had long been above the Demon King, and with her own talent, she became the actual ruler of the entire Demon Alliance.

Compared with Tushan Honghong, Tushan Yaya would directly attack those who resisted her will and beat them half to death first.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji asked on impulse, "Where are your disciples? Why didn't I see them? How is their cultivation?"

Tushan Rongrong suddenly fell silent. After exhaling a breath of foul air, she slowly said, "Ruan Qiuyuan and Zhalai have become high-level red-thread fairies, Wu Shuo has become Tushan's supervisory captain, Yin Yue has become Tushan's guard captain, Yan Ruyu and Xiaomei have gone to Black Fox..."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. Ran to Black Fox? It was so easy to say. He had no doubt that it was a spy arranged by Tushan Rongrong.

Suddenly, Tu Shan Rongrong's expression changed, her face became a little serious, and she said slowly: "There is something I want to tell you."

Murong Ji slowly calmed down and listened quietly.

"More than a decade ago, Dongfang Yuechu's third reincarnation was found. He is the young master of the Pingqiu family, Pingqiu Yuechu."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank sharply. Although other people might not know, he knew exactly what was going on with Pingqiu Yuechu.

The soul of Dongfang Yuechu and the soul of Pingqiu Yuechu are not the same person at all. Murong Ji has never seen the first two reincarnations. This one... I'm afraid it's...

"Same name but different surnames, was it your idea?" Murong Ji asked slowly.

Tu Shan Rongrong didn't say anything, which was considered as her agreement.

After a moment of silence, he changed the subject, "We discovered that someone is teaching Pingqiu Yuechu some cultivation methods. We currently speculate that it is the Third Young Master."

Murong Ji understood instantly that the dead monkey must have noticed something, but couldn't tell what was wrong, so he made a test.

Murong Ji pondered for a moment, not sure how much the Third Young Master had understood, but the 'Dongfang Yuechu' he made was absolutely authentic and no different from the real Dongfang Yuechu.

What's more, the real Dongfang Yuechu lives in it, that is the real Dongfang Yuechu!
No matter how he thought about it, Murong Ji felt that the third young master should not have discovered much.

"What's surprising is that every time Dongfang Yuechu reincarnates, his soul splits, which is constantly consuming Dongfang Yuechu's soul energy."

Tu Shan Rongrong's words rang out again, but her brows were slightly raised, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

One Thought, Three Thousands is a technique developed by Murong Ji based on the "A Thousand Thoughts of Love and Sorrows". After teaching it to Tushan Rongrong, she improved it and incorporated the dream-wandering technique into it.

Murong Ji turned his head and took a closer look at Tushan Rongrong. Logically speaking, there was no reason for her not to notice such an abnormality.

Then, Tu Shan Rongrong looked at each other with a half-smile on her face. They looked away in tacit understanding. There was no need to make many things clear. There was a tacit understanding.

With just one glance, I knew what the other person was thinking and didn't say anything more.

Tu Shan Rong Rong changed the topic to "How is your practice going?"

Murong Ji sighed softly: "For the past hundred years, all the efforts have been in vain! The last step has never been taken."

Having said that, Murong Ji pushed the third divine pill to perfection, and his soul was as hot as the sun in the sky.

Just this alone, the efforts of nearly two hundred years have yielded a lot of results. Being able to take a half step back to the void is enough to prove Murong Ji's achievements.

Back to Twin Peaks, after not being back for hundreds of years, the layout here has changed a little, and the books on the bookshelf have become old.

After a few glances, I knew that it had been read many times by Tu Shan Rongrong.

Without saying anything more, he took out a piece of paper, wrote down his accumulation of the past century, organized it into a book and put it on the bookshelf.

He then sorted out the various powerful creatures outside the circle that he had encountered, as well as the routes he had taken, and recorded them one by one for reference.

When Tushan Rongrong came in with the lunch box, Murong Ji realized that it was already dark outside and the two of them had finished dinner.

Murong Ji couldn't wait to pick up Tu Shan Rongrong and pressed her directly on the bed.

Tu Shan Rongrong said coquettishly: "Why are you so anxious? Have you missed me a lot in the past two hundred years?!" There was a hint of charm and pride in her tone.

(End of this chapter)