Chapter 89 Murong Fu's Whereabouts
He glanced at Mu Wanqing who was following closely behind him and asked, "When did they leave?"

"At noon, I also reminded you to practice well and not to slack off."

Murong Ji felt a little uncomfortable, as if he had lost something.

He slumped down in the yard and sighed softly.

He probably had a vague idea of ​​what spiritual practice was. It was like looking for a way out in a vast fog. If you found the right way, then it would be right.

If you find the wrong one, that's your fate. What can you do?
After eating something, Murong Ji returned to Mantuo Villa in the afternoon.

As soon as he opened the door, Murong Ji was a little confused. Li Qiu Shui!
"Why are you here!"

"What's wrong? Why can't I be here?"

Murong Ji exhaled and sat opposite Li Qiushui, "Aren't you going to cause trouble for Tianshan Tonglao?!"

Li Qiushui's eyes flickered as she looked at Murong Ji with a smile, "Haha, you really do know about my Xiaoyao Sect. It seems like you've been eyeing us for a while."

Murong Ji froze and said nothing.

Li Qiushui continued to herself, "Back when Master had not yet left, a young Taoist came to ask for advice, but Master beat him out."

"That young man refused to accept the defeat and insisted on challenging my master, and was beaten up by my master again."

"It was originally a long time ago. These days, many past events have kept coming to my mind. Now I see their lineage again. It's really..."

Li Qiu Shui felt a little powerless and could only sigh.

Murong Ji understood her feelings very well, and he also felt powerless facing his senior brother Liu Guangyi.

Who is Zhang Boduan? Was he a fool when he was young?
"Then when are you going to Lingjiu Palace? Take me with you."

Li Qiushui's face froze and he knocked on the table, "Youngster, this is my Changchun sect's own business, it has nothing to do with you!"

(The Changchun School was founded during the Yongle reign of Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty. Its founder was Liu Yuanran and it belonged to the Zhengyi School. I’m just going to mention this here for no reason, I just want to introduce this Taoist school.

In fact, every Taoist school has its signs before it is founded. They do not appear suddenly. Some are due to an idea, and some are due to a person.

To be able to establish a sect or lineage requires the foundation laid by countless predecessors. For example, Quanzhen has a history of a thousand years, which is almost the longest in Taoism.

The Zhengyi lineage is very stable, and the ups and downs are in the other lines of Zhengyi. It has always been the big brother in Taoism.)
Murong Ji licked his face and said, "I just want to go and have a look."

Half a month later, the Wang family sent several people to help Murong Ji prepare for the wedding.

Murong Ji didn't know anything about these things, so he had to rely on Li Qingluo to manage everything, with the help of the Wang family. It was unlikely that he could rely on the Murong family, unless Murong Fu died.

Thinking of Murong Fu, news about him came.

Yipintang passed the news to Murong Ji through their unique intelligence channels.

It has to be said that Duan Yanqing was extremely efficient. It was not easy for him to find out this information while investigating the whereabouts of a master and fighting with the Murong family.

That night, Murong Ji left Gusu City and headed towards Jian'an Prefecture.

At the same time, the news that "Murong Fu was seriously injured and hammered to death, and his whereabouts are unknown" spread throughout the world through the intelligence systems of the Beggars' Sect, Yipintang, Dali, etc.

It also touched the hearts of countless people.

There is also the Shishui Pavilion and the Langhuan Jade Cave.

That was a holy place for martial arts! The entire martial arts world seemed to be silent and frighteningly quiet.

In just half a month, the number of people in Gusu City inexplicably increased.

More and more people died in Taihu Lake.

Murong Ji was standing in front of Jian'an Prefecture at this time. Along the way, he received no less than ten letters, most of which were from the elders of the Murong family, his aunt and grandmother who he had not contacted for many years.

Most of them asked him to return to Gusu to take charge. After entering the city, Murong Ji received the information from the Beggars' Sect disciples, and then a stranger brought him a letter.

This is news from Yipintang.

After strolling around the city, Murong Ji looked up and saw Li Qiu Shui, wearing a veil, standing in front of the window on the second floor of the inn.

After retracting his gaze, he walked directly towards a residential house.

The yard of this house is not big, and the rotten gate still emits a rotten smell.

Murong Ji walked forward and knocked on the gate.

It was quiet inside, except for the sound of silent footsteps, cautiously approaching the door.

"Who?"

"I am Murong Ji."

Murong Ji clearly heard the person behind the door heaving a sigh of relief.

"squeak"

Deng Baichuan opened the door a little, showing a pair of eyes, looking at Murong Ji, and then heaved a sigh of relief, "Second Young Master, I knew that brothers would never hold grudges overnight."

"You are here to take the eldest son back to Gusu, right?"

Murong Ji didn't say anything, just pushed the door and walked in.

Deng Baichuan was not surprised either. After all, when they were young, they treated Murong Ji very...

When he walked into the room, Murong Ji saw Murong Fu lying on the bed recuperating.

"Sir, the second young master is here."

Murong Fu opened his eyes and looked at his younger brother, sighed softly, and said nothing.

Deng Baichuan moved a stool for Murong Ji, and after Murong Ji sat down, he poured him a glass of water.

Murong Ji took it but did not drink it. He put it aside and remained silent.

The two brothers were silent for a moment, seeming a little awkward.

Deng Baichuan smiled. He was older than them and could see things more clearly. "Second Young Master, you haven't come back to visit for all these years, and now you are getting married..."

Murong Ji waved his hand, interrupting Deng Baichuan's words, and looked at Murong Fu and said, "This is enough time for you to return to Gusu, why don't you go back?"

Murong Fu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally closed it.

Deng Baichuan sighed, "Second Young Master, you don't know. You have met a strong enemy. That person is very powerful. You are sure that you will be defeated within fifty moves."

"Young Master didn't return to Gusu because, firstly, he was worried about meeting that person, and secondly, he was afraid of bringing disaster to Gusu."

Murong Ji looked at Murong Fu with a half-smile, which made Murong Fu turn his eyes away.

"Are you scared? Are you scared to death?" Murong Ji's words were extremely sarcastic.

Deng Baichuan was a little stunned. The young master was such a proud man, why did he speak so harshly... Thinking back to the past, it was understandable that Murong Ji's words were so hurtful.

"Second son..."

"Deng Baichuan." Murong Ji suddenly interrupted him and said, "Have you ever had a dream in these years?"

Deng Baichuan was startled, as if he had thought of something, his face looked a little ugly, "No, not yet."

"Well, good attitude. Ah Qing didn't even look for you." Murong Ji understood very well that for a maid, as long as he had the indenture contract in his hand, it was equivalent to holding her life in his hands.

(End of this chapter)