Chapter 44: I'll show you back

Duan Yu followed behind the crowd, looking at Murong Ji's back with deep thoughts. Suddenly, he remembered something, "Brother Murong, I found something, I wonder if it's yours."

Murong Ji was startled, then he thought about it and sighed slowly, "Is it the scroll that wrote the Bei Ming Divine Art?"

When the two women from Lingjiu Palace in front heard about Beiming Divine Art, they looked at each other and remained silent.

Duan Yu laughed and said, "If it really is yours, I'll give it back to you." Then he went to get the scroll.

Murong Ji shook his head, "I'll give it to you. It's time for you to practice martial arts." He took a few steps forward and walked in front of the crowd. If this thing fell into his hands, he would definitely throw it away.

Besides, I gave Duan Yu a magical skill, so it’s not too much to learn the Six Meridians Divine Sword from your Tianlong Temple.

Duan Yu's hands suddenly froze, and he quickly waved his hands to refuse: "No, no, no, you should keep this magical skill for yourself. I don't like martial arts, so I really can't accept it."

"Besides, this magical skill is incompatible with the One Yang Finger of my Dali Duan Clan, so it is really not suitable for cultivation."

Murong Ji looked at Duan Yu who was catching up with him and asked a direct question, "One Finger Zen, do you know how to use it?"

Duan Yu was startled, and replied somewhat embarrassedly: "No."

"Then why are you worried? Just practice your skills."

Duan Yu hesitated for a moment. In the end, it was Murong Ji's friendship, so he accepted it. "But, how can I absorb someone's inner strength?"

Murong Ji smiled and said, "Whether or not to absorb other people's internal energy is up to you. It's not a technique."

Duan Yu thought about it and realized that it was true. Then he thought of the other footwork mentioned above and smiled again. "Thank you, Brother Murong."

Murong Ji waved his hand and looked up. In front of him was the Wuliang Sword Sect.

The Wuliang Sword Sect is no small force here and is quite famous in the surrounding area. At night, the Wuliang Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and it looks a bit like a fairyland.

As soon as the few of them entered the sword sect, a night-duty disciple stepped forward and asked, "Who are you?"

His tone was alert. Come to think of it, it was impossible to see people's faces clearly at night, so I could only stop them in advance.

"Holy Envoy of Lingjiu Palace! Let Zuo Zimu come out to see me." The leading woman stepped forward and said in a cold voice.

"Greetings to the Holy Envoy. Please wait a moment."

Zuo Zimu hurried over and saw the two women as well as Murong Ji, Duan Yu and others behind them, but he did not dare to ask more questions.

"Zuo Zimu of the Wuliang Sword Sect respectfully welcomes the two Holy Envoys. Tianshan Tonglao, may you live long and live forever."

The woman from Wuliang Sword Sect glanced at Murong Ji, and when she saw him nod, she continued, "Get up."

He glanced at everyone and asked, "Where is the little girl from the Zhong family that you captured? Bring her to me."

Zuo Zimu glanced at Duan Yu, frowning, then turned back and ordered, "Go get Zhong Ling."

After Zhong Ling was brought over, her eyes lit up when she saw Mu Wanqing, "Sister Mu!" She jumped and ran over.

Zuo Zimu's face was heavy as he knelt on one knee and said, "Saint Envoy, my disciple was injured by this little girl's lightning marten. Please have mercy on me, Saint Envoy."

The two women from Lingjiu Palace were stunned and embarrassed, and turned to look at Murong Ji.

Murong Ji was startled, then he realized that he was going to bleed. After thinking for a while, he asked, "How many of you are injured?!"

Zuo Zimu glanced at Murong Ji and said, "A total of nineteen people were injured. Please..."

Murong Ji took out two medicine bottles. He didn't expect that this thing could also detoxify. What a good thing. He counted out nineteen pills and put them into a bottle. He threw it directly to Zuo Zimu.

After the work was done, Murong Ji said, "You two can do whatever you want."

These words were spoken to the two people from the Lingjiu Palace. After saying this, he walked down the mountain. Duan Yu hurriedly bowed to the Wuliang Sword Sect as a farewell.

Following Murong Ji's footsteps, the group went down the mountain.

When they walked down the mountain, Zhong Ling chattered non-stop with Duan Yu, and Mu Wanqing was also happy about it. She just followed Murong Ji silently.

Seeing that Murong Ji didn't say anything, he hesitated and said, "My name is Mu Wanqing."

Murong Ji looked back and said, "Oh."

Mu Wanqing's face froze, and she looked at Murong Ji with some anger. Just an 'oh' and that was it? !
"Water and trees are pure and elegant, graceful and clear, and trees are graceful and clear."

Murong Ji turned his head and looked at her, and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Mu Wanqing was a little annoyed. She turned around and looked at Duan Yu and Zhong Ling. Why did they get along so harmoniously?
Own……

Seeing Murong Ji's indifferent expression, Mu Wanqing let out a breath and her face turned a little red, fortunately it was covered by the black gauze hat.

"My master said that anyone who sees my face must either marry him or kill him." As he said this, he lifted up his black gauze hat.

In the moonlight, Murong Ji was dazed for a moment. Mu Wanqing, was really like her name, Qinghua, Wanxi.

The pounding sound of his heartbeat seemed to wake him up and forced him to divert his gaze. It was not that he was not interested in women, but his current state was somewhat strange, and it was the time when his skills were making great progress.

The human body is at its most perfect stage of growth. Many people’s skills increase greatly in their twenties, such as Murong Fu and Qiao Feng!
If the Pure Yang Body were to be broken at this moment, that momentum might be aborted.

He didn't have much confidence in his own self-control, and besides, Mu Wanqing was said to be very beautiful! !
If something really happens, it will be too late to regret! Thinking of this, Murong Ji still had some expectations in his heart...

Look at Duan Zhengchun, he looked so weak. When he was fighting Duan Yanqing, he was simply being beaten.

He exhaled, collected his thoughts, and said in a deep voice: "Miss Mu, I already have an engagement..."

Mu Wanqing seemed to know what he was going to say. She directly reached out to cover his mouth and said in a low and rapid voice: "You looked at my body, you...you want to..."

Murong Ji became anxious when he heard this. Isn't this a scam? He reached out and untied his outer robe.

Mu Wanqing was instantly in a panic, her face flushed, her heart pounding, "You...what are you doing!"

"Look, I'm showing you this! We don't owe each other anything."

Mu Wanqing was so angry that she wanted to kill this bastard with a sword! "No need!" She took a few steps quickly, distanced herself from the others, and anyone would collapse if they were rejected.

Murong Ji let out a long breath and silently said, "There is no woman in my heart, so I can draw my sword naturally."

Suddenly, there was a sound of fighting ahead.

Duan Yu and Murong Ji looked at each other and ran forward quickly.

Murong Ji landed on the ground with his light Kung Fu, frowned and glanced around. A group of people who came out of nowhere were besieging Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing's strength is not weak, and her swordsmanship is excellent. She can suppress the weak ones with her swordsmanship alone.

Murong Ji was not in a hurry to go forward to help. This situation was very rare for anyone who practiced martial arts. It was a good opportunity to hone one's sword skills.

(End of this chapter)