Chapter 93 Funeral
After waiting for a while, I knocked on the diamond bracelet on my wrist, but the guy was silent again.

He was a little speechless. He always felt that this magic weapon looked down on him. Look at its golden finger...

What do you mean there is only one mother?

What Hedong and Hexi grandpa.

Even Tongzi got married.

I came back to my senses and looked at what I had written down.

The South Dipper is the North Dipper, the South Dipper is life, and the North Dipper is death.

Judging from the extent of the transformation of the stars, it is estimated that the Murong family has only practiced the Northern Dipper chapter throughout the generations, and no one has mastered the Southern Dipper chapter.

Murong Ji had an idea that the Southern Dipper and the Northern Dipper might have some connection with Quan Zhen's life.

Put away the robe, from now on, the Murong family will be yours! The only legal heir of the Murong family!

He slumped to the ground and began to heal his injuries.

When Feng Bo'e returned with a large number of people and doctors, Deng Baichuan also rushed back.

Looking at the tragic scene in the yard, especially Murong Fu's body, his face was full of regret.

Then his face froze, a cold light flashed in his pupils. He suppressed the unwillingness in his heart and quietly glanced at the traces of fighting in the yard, but found nothing unusual.

When it swept over Murong Ji, the hem of his robe was torn off. His chest was bulging, and it was obvious that the young master had made instructions before his death.

He frowned slightly. As the first retainer of the Murong family, he naturally knew that the Murong family had a secret method.

The fact that the young master was willing to pass down the secret technique was obviously not what he had imagined.

Everyone worked together to put Murong Fu into the coffin and began to treat Murong Ji's injuries. Now, he was the only direct descendant of the Murong family.

We can't let anything happen to him.

A few days later, Murong Ji sat cross-legged in the carriage, looking at the book in his hand, which was dictated by Murong Fu.

The power is infinite, and with the major acupoints and fourteen meridians all over the body, it is not afraid of any moves.

Even if it is a toxin, it can be transferred back instantly.

Putting away the book, Murong Ji asked in a deep voice: "Where are you?"

Feng Bo'e's voice came from outside the car window, "Master, we have arrived at Shouzhou Prefecture. In two days, we can return to Gusu."

Murong Ji hummed and said, "Spread the news. On the day of my eldest brother's funeral, the Murong family will invite martial arts heroes to come..."

Feng Boye was startled, turned around to look at his brothers who were whispering in the back, frowned and asked: "Master, your body is not well yet, now... is it..."

Murong Ji sneered slightly. He had known for a long time that he would not be able to gain the trust of Deng Baichuan and the others. They grew up with Murong Fu and were as close as brothers.

Closer to him than his own brother.

"There's nothing to worry about. My eldest brother is dead. The Vajra Palm killed my mother and brother. Even my father's death was related to the Shaolin Temple. There are some things I must ask."

"Go do it."

Murong Ji listened to Feng Boye's sigh, and then closed his eyes to rest.

As for these four generals, he was not worried that they would cause trouble. If they behaved themselves, he would have a headache.

Two days later

When they entered Gusu's territory, the whole world was in an uproar. Nan Murong and Murong Fu died at the hands of Shaolin.

The Great Vajra Palm is one of the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills. It is extremely difficult to master. Only once every hundred years can a person who can master the Great Vajra Palm appear.

It has never been passed on to others, let alone been learned by others.

Anyone who can master the Vajra Palm must have a close relationship with the Shaolin Temple.

Shaolin Temple cannot escape from this matter! It is just like the meaning of the changing of the stars to the Murong family.

Murong Ji walked into Yanziwu and went straight into Chanhe Manor.

"Son."

Feng Bo'e suddenly came over, clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "The letter has been sent, but it will take some time... You see..."

Murong Ji knew what he was going to say. Bury Murong Fu first? He was the best evidence.

Although I also have scars on my body, they cannot be compared with Murong Fu's.

Murong Ji estimated the time and felt that he still had some time during this period.

He glanced at the books all over the room. From now on, all these things belonged to him!
"I got it. Put big brother's coffin in a safe place. I will definitely seek justice for him!" After Murong Ji finished speaking, Feng Boye swallowed his words.

"These past few days, things have been turbulent, so you guys should stay at home and be on guard so that our base doesn't get in trouble. We can talk about other things later."

Feng Bo understood and clasped his fists, saying, "I'll take my leave!"

Murong Ji nodded, then took out a book and started reading.

He didn't trust any of the people in this village, so he asked someone to notify Li Qingluo to send some people over.

夜晚
Murong Ji returned to Shi Shui Pavilion. In five days, he had memorized most of the books there. It must be said that the Murong family still has some knowledge.

He exhaled slowly, and suddenly, his pupils narrowed as he noticed a person passing by Chanhe Village!

Murong Ji frowned slightly. The distance was a bit far and he was not sure if it was his illusion.

We can't be careless at this moment.

He walked lightly and followed him.

After leaving Yanziwu, Murong Ji was sure that someone had indeed sneaked into Yanziwu, but at this time this person had other ideas.

His target turned out to be Mantuo Villa!

【Interesting! 】

Murong Ji tapped his feet and chased after him. With the help of the moonlight, he could barely see a figure, it seemed to be... Jiumozhi!

When he came to Shishui Pavilion, he saw me there, so he probably went to Langhuan Jade Cave.

Murong Ji thought about it and felt that it would be easy to kill Jiumozhi. His moves were too unique, and the connections behind Jiumozhi were difficult to handle.

Tubo National Master, this is a talisman in itself.

Thinking of this, Murong Ji suddenly thought of something, the Little Wuxiang Gong.

After Qian Yi completed the restoration of many acupoints and his master Zhang Boduan straightened out the exercises, he realized that Li Qiu Shui was setting a trap for him.

He speculated that it was mostly because of Ding Chunqiu.

After returning to Yanziwu, he found the Xiao Wuxiang Gong, flipped through it, modified a few important and inconspicuous parts, and held it in his hand.

He walked lightly towards the Langhuan Jade Cave.

After entering Mantuo Villa, Murong Ji felt a strong aura reminding him, and was startled. Li Qiushui is back again? ! !
The momentum came and went quickly, dissipating almost instantly. Following the direction in which the momentum retreated, Murong Ji landed in the yard.

It turned out to be Li Qiushui. Murong Ji bowed respectfully and clasped his fists, saying, "Senior."

After he stood up, he asked, "Didn't the senior go to look for the Child-Grandma of Tianshan?"

Li Qiushui was startled, then smiled slightly and said, "Didn't you say you would go with me?"

Murong Ji's heart moved, a little surprised, and then he became excited, "Okay, senior, it's my honor to let me see the world."

(End of this chapter)