Chapter 90: Weapon Spirit?

Now in Murong Ji's mansion, he can beat and kill those women at will. The worst that can be done is to pay a sum of money to the government.

I didn’t understand Deng Baichuan’s mentality at first, but after living in the Song Dynasty for more than 20 years, I naturally understood the rules here.

Human life is really worthless.

Taking human life lightly is even protected here, with formal legal protection.

"Second Master, I was young and ignorant at the time. I apologize to you. After we get through this difficult time, you can do whatever you want with it. Do you think we should go back to Gusu first?"

Murong Ji glanced at Deng Baichuan coldly without saying anything.

He turned to look at Murong Fu and let out a long breath, "Murong Fu, you are my biological brother. Blood is thicker than water. I don't want the Murong family's assets and connections."

"You also know that I am getting married. It's not too much to give Yanziwu to me."

Murong Fu looked up at him in some surprise, and after a long silence, he said, "Okay."

Deng Baichuan exhaled slowly. Murong Ji had already gained quite a reputation in the martial arts world. In the eyes of the Beggars' Sect, Murong Ji was a top-notch master.

Moreover, recently, the news that "the Tibetan national master was defeated by the Gusu Murong family in a discussion at the Tianlong Temple" has been flying everywhere.

They had misjudged the Second Young Master at first.

If he wasn't from the Murong family, how could he have such qualifications?

"I am a little hesitant about you, big brother." Murong Ji took out a copper coin, "The front side is fine, but the back side is not. What do you think, big brother?"

Murong Fu knew what he was talking about, his face was a little stiff, and he nodded. He felt a little pathetic that his life actually depended on this copper coin.

Suddenly, he felt like laughing, and then, looking around, he realized that even if he wanted to run, he couldn't.

The strength of those two people made Murong Fu a little frightened. He believed that he could reach their level in the end.

But Murong Ji is now able to suppress the two of them and not be at a disadvantage, which makes Murong Fu feel desperate.

"Ding"

The copper coin kept rolling in the air until it fell into Murong Ji's palm and was grabbed by Murong Ji.

Murong Ji opened his eyes slowly, and it was the front.

"Brother, it is God's will. You and I, brothers, should not face each other in life and death." As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, Murong Fu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Deng Baichuan was completely stunned. A life-or-death encounter? They... It was only then that Deng Baichuan understood, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Seeing Murong Ji helping Murong Fu up, Murong Fu smiled and said, "When I was little, I was the elder brother and I was ignorant. From now on, you and I will work together to revive the Murong family."

Murong Ji smiled and did not answer.

He glanced at Deng Baichuan and said, "Hold on, big brother. I'll help you pack your things."

After handing Murong Fu to Deng Baichuan, Murong Ji walked towards the bed, turned over the quilt, and took out a copy of The Change of Stars, which was the book that Murong Bo had shown him.

He stuffed it into his arms, and then found a sword on the bed. This was Murong Fu's sword. He pulled out a section of it. It was of good quality, but not as good as the Tianwen Sword, and it had no name.

"That is our family's ancestral sword, named Longcheng." Murong Fu's voice came.

Murong Ji nodded, put the sword on his back, and then began to pack other things.

The three of them left the house, and Murong Ji said, "Deng Baichuan, go find a car."

It was a bit rude to call him by his name, but Murong Ji didn't care. Deng Baichuan's face froze, then he nodded and said, "Okay, please wait a moment, sir."

For some reason, when Baichuan left the courtyard, Murong Fu suddenly felt a little flustered. He turned his head and glanced at Murong Ji, and saw that he was frowning, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. If he was smiling, he would be worried.

"Brother, I really want to ease the relationship between us."

"I know that if you were still the same as before, you would be a dead man now."

Murong Fu exhaled slowly and was about to speak when he suddenly felt numb all over and his heart skipped a beat. "Brother...brother...you..."

Suddenly, he understood something. All of Murong Ji's brotherly love and even his unwillingness to bear was a way for him to let down his guard.

Despicable! Murong Fu's only thought at this moment was these two words.

The next moment, Murong Fu felt a pain at the back of his head and a buzzing in his ears, the stimulation was a little difficult for him to bear.

He became dazed for a moment, and then fainted.

Murong Ji glanced at Murong Fu indifferently. It would take Murong Fu several months to recover from these acupuncture points.

Murong Ji wiped the silver needle and stabbed it towards Murong Fu's Naohu acupoint.

【stop! 】

Murong Ji heard a buzzing sound in his mind, which made his eyes go dark. He moved his hand subconsciously and the stab went off target.

This feeling was very similar to the feeling when he was attacked by sonic waves.

After a long while, the buzzing in Murong Ji's mind gradually disappeared and he regained all senses.

He felt a little itchy on his face, so he wiped it and found that he was bleeding from all seven orifices. He subconsciously looked around to find the enemy.

The Tianwen Sword kept moving around his body.

[Please stop, there are things you need to know. ]

The sound in his head was no longer as loud as before, but it still caused his ears to ring.

"Who are you!"

[Murong Fu is one of the anchor points of the Tianlong world. Killing him or making him stupid early will cause variables. Please treat it with caution.]

Murong Ji covered his ears tightly, but the sound always made him dizzy.

"Who are you! System?!" Murong Ji suddenly thought of something and looked at his wrist. The diamond bracelet vibrated slightly, as if in response.

"Please speak more quietly. This feeling is too uncomfortable."

[I am a spirit of the weapon] This time the voice was indeed within Murong Ji's acceptable range.

"Spirit of the weapon, what is the anchor point?" Murong Ji sat on the ground with a burning feeling in his heart. There are immortals in this world!!!
If someone can cultivate a magical weapon into a spirit, what else can he be but an immortal? ! !
He wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

He could only suppress his emotions and scan the surroundings. Murong Bo was definitely around, and he might come out at any time.

He exhaled slowly to release his stress. After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply, Murong Ji felt a little annoyed.

"?! Weapon spirit?!" He grabbed the Vajra Bracelet in his hand and kept calling.

After waiting for a long time, there was still no response from the Vajra Bracelet. Murong Ji thought it would be better to take care of the present first, after all, Murong Fu was present.

I let go of my senses and didn't hear any other people's heartbeats or breathing sounds around me.

After feeling that he had regained some strength, he mobilized his internal energy to quickly relieve his discomfort.

(End of this chapter)