Chapter 118 Wu Yazi

Murong Ji was startled. Why did he even muffle his voice? Learning from Li Qiushui? Good fellow, really good fellow.

Tong Piaoyun frowned slightly. Murong Ji's strange look was a little... not the kind of lustful look a man has, but rather the kind of incredible feeling as if he had just met her.

"Can't leave yet!"

Murong Ji turned around and led the horse over. After helping Tong Piaoyun onto the horse, he rode on another one himself.

Tong Piaoyun looked at him while riding on the horse, feeling somewhat relieved that he did not ride on the same horse with her and did not embarrass her at this critical moment.

After climbing up Leigushan Mountain and walking along the mountain path, the two of them did not say a word to each other.

Tong Piaoyun was in a good mood and looked at Murong Ji with a more favorable attitude.

", boy, what are you going to do with Wuyazi?"

Murong Ji glanced at her, feeling a little heavy in his heart, "I want to discuss Bei Ming Divine Art with him, and I also want to ask him for advice. I also have a question."

Tong Piaoyun curled the corners of his lips slightly and said with a smile: "Questions, what questions?"

Murong Ji had nothing to hide, and said, "What on earth did he encounter that he had to seek answers from unconventional techniques. I'm afraid I'll encounter the same problem in the future."

Tong Piaoyun slowly restrained his smile, but felt a little heavy in his heart.

Murong Ji continued, "Before he was thirty, Wuyazi devoted himself to seeking the truth. After he was thirty, he immersed himself in the emotions of men and women and learned various unorthodox techniques."

Tong Piaoyun didn't say anything. When she was twenty-six years old, that was when she was closest to perfecting her skills. Once she had perfected the Immortal Changchun Skill, she could take another step forward.

It's a pity that after being plotted against by Li Qiu Shui, she no longer has the chance, and it will be difficult for her to complete her skills in this lifetime.

Although his internal strength was so great that he could hold down Li Qiu Shui, he couldn't possibly go any further.

What kind of hatred was there between her and Li Qiushui?! Because of men?! It was just an excuse for herself.

An excuse between hatred and affection.

After decades of relationship, the affection between them is stronger than the love between men and women. With such complicated feelings, how can they let go immediately and give rise to hatred?

To block someone's path is to commit mortal feud!

Murong Ji watched Li Qiushui fall into memories and stopped disturbing her. The three Xiaoyao masters are the best in the martial arts world, but not the best in the world.

He had a feeling that there must be great surprises waiting for him in Huashan, Qinling Mountains and other places.

There was no way to ride horses ahead, so the two men tied up their horses and walked up the mountain.

Not long after walking, the place became a lot more spacious, and the first thing that caught my eye was the huge chessboard.

It really was a huge chessboard, almost flattening the entire cliff.

Murong Ji supported Tong Piaoyun and walked over. At this time, someone else had already arrived.

Zhu Danchen.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the two figures standing under the huge chessboard, Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan.

Murong Ji was somewhat speechless. Didn't he make it clear to him that she was his sister...

"Mr. Murong, long time no see." Zhu Danchen saluted with his fists clasped.

Murong Ji also returned the greeting from a distance, "Brother Zhu is here too."

"Haha, the Zhenlong chess game has spread almost all over the world. If you can't get together, just join in the fun." Zhu Danchen didn't ask any more questions, especially to the woman next to Murong Ji.

No matter how beautiful she was, he treated her like air. He just nodded to Tong Piaoyun as a greeting. No man likes others to comment on the women around him. In the Song Dynasty, saying "you are so beautiful girl" is not a greeting, but a hooligan.

Murong Ji glanced at Duan Yu, then looked at Wang Yuyan, and sighed softly. Duan Yu was not a good match. Once you enter the palace, it is like entering a deep sea. This is not just talk.

Wang Yuyan couldn't deal with the harem of the Dali royal family, let alone Dao Baifeng.

There is no reason, only power and family background. Dao Baifeng was able to suppress Duan Zhengchun so that he dared not take a concubine, which shows how powerful she is.

Zhu Danchen understood Murong Ji's thoughts instantly, and approached Murong Ji and whispered, "Haha, before this, the young master sent Miss Wang back to Mantuo Villa. Who would have thought that this Miss Wang was actually the daughter of the prince..."

Zhu Danchen didn't say the rest. He noticed Murong Ji's expression and understood the relationship between Murong Ji and Li Qingluo. It was just right to say this. If he continued, it would not look good.

There are some things that they just need to know and there is no need to say them out loud.

Murong Ji clasped his fists to indicate his apology, then glanced at the chessboard. He was not an expert at this and only knew the general rules.

She had no interest in the chessboard or anything like that. She walked to Su Xinghe, clasped her fists and said, "Senior, I am the Child-Father of Tianshan, here to see Wuyazi."

Su Xinghe suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes wide open.

He glanced up and down at Murong Ji, then looked at the gentle girl beside her. He asked, "How do you prove it?"

Murong Ji directly flipped his palm and spread his hands, Tianshan Zhemei Hand! !
Su Xinghe was stunned for a moment, then he exhaled a long breath, "Master is in seclusion, you go into the valley, whether he sees you or not is entirely up to Master's will."

Murong Ji clasped his fists and saluted: "Thank you very much."

Before leaving, he looked outside the valley and saw a little monk staggering in. Murong Ji let out a breath and thought in his mind how to plot against the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library.

Tong Piaoyun and I walked into the deep valley. There was only one road. At the end was a stone door at the entrance of a cave.

Murong Ji stepped forward and tapped it. The stone door was extremely thick and heavy. It was the Dragon-Breaking Stone. Once it was closed, it would be absolutely difficult to open it again.

“It’s really a closed-door retreat.”

"Boy, here!" Tong Piaoyun called Murong Ji, and then stared at a protruding stone.

Murong Ji was a little confused and couldn't figure out what was going on. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Is this a trick?"

Tong Piaoyun was speechless for a while, and said unhappily: "Formation! This is a formation!"

He was too lazy to say anything to Murong Ji, and directly ordered: "Use your inner strength to wrap our whole bodies, and then walk in."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is this so mysterious?!!"

The first time he came into contact with a formation was at the Tianlong Temple, and the formation at the Tianlong Temple didn’t seem to be anything special.

"Since they can cultivate internal strength, it's not surprising that a formation appears."

Holding Tong Piaoyun's hand, he crashed into the protruding stone.

When he appeared again, he was inside the cave.

It was a cave, but it was not dark. There was a stone window on the right side that let in light. As soon as he came in, Tong Piaoyun couldn't control his emotions and walked inside in a hurry.

Murong Ji followed behind him until they reached a deep cave, where he saw a decadent old man who was almost crippled, and then he stopped at the door.

Tong Piaoyun was so excited that he was shaking all over and couldn't speak for a long time. It had been more than thirty years, almost forty years, since they last saw each other.

When they carried her down the mountain and left her almost disabled, she was so sad and desperate, and she hated them to the core.

(End of this chapter)