Chapter 45 The Great Evil

"Brother Murong, these people were the ones who wanted to kill Miss Mu last time. I...you...let's go up and help."

Murong Ji grabbed his collar and pulled him back. Why did he go up to join in the fun? He was just disturbing others from practicing swordsmanship.

"I'm here. Nothing will happen to me. Just stay here and relax."

Duan Yu scratched his head and smiled, then looked up to see the situation on the battlefield.

Zhong Ling arrived a little later than Duan Yu. She stood in front of Duan Yu, panting. Seeing everyone besieging Mu Wanqing, she pulled Duan Yu and ran away without saying a word.

How can Duan Yu escape?!

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to the tug of war between the two. He frowned slightly and looked at Mu Wanqing on the battlefield. He had to admit that she was indeed very beautiful. With such a figure, her appearance must be first-class as well.

However, he was engaged and wanted to marry a virtuous woman. There was no paternity test in this era, and he didn't want to be like Zhong Wanchou, who raised someone else's child for his entire life.

Yang Yueman, in terms of wealth, is definitely a good match. In addition, in ancient times, it was nonsense to want to replace the pillars with the beams, and it was extremely difficult to operate.

When the wife enters the house, the wedding procedure is quite strict, even including "identification" by the female elders of the husband's family.

At this time, the midwife and some maids can tell at a glance whether this woman is...

People like Li Qingluo were raised by Old Madam Wang and then designated by her as the eldest son, skipping many procedures in between.

Or maybe Zhong Wanchou didn't care, otherwise, how did he know that Gan Baobao and Duan Zhengchun had an affair? Besides, he didn't want a son.

Mu Wanqing was quite powerful, and in her spare time, she simply whistled.

Then there was the sound of horse hooves. Murong Ji was quick to throw Zhong Ling onto the horse.

Then, Mu Wanqing was seen tapping her toes, jumping up and sitting astride the horse.

"drive!"

Murong Ji looked back at those people, smiled, picked up Duan Yu, tapped his toes, and flew directly into the air.

The Murong family is unique in lightness skills, which are derived from the research on sword-wielding techniques.

The speed was fast and steady. The last time he saw Murong Fu perform it, it took him a long time to figure it out.

It was hanging behind Mu Wanqing's horse, not too far away and not too close.

Traveling at night is very dangerous, especially when riding on unfamiliar roads.

Murong Ji let out a breath and was about to remind Mu Wanqing to be careful, but before he could open his mouth, Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling disappeared.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself: It's a cliff!

I quickly descended the height of my Qinggong and stood on the edge of the cliff, where I saw a black shadow using the horse's momentum to leap directly onto the opposite hill.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I'm glad everything's okay.

He jumped up, flew directly over the cliff, and landed next to Mu Wanqing.

As soon as he stood up, he smelled a bloody smell, and the wound on Mu Wanqing's back burst open!

The next moment, Mu Wanqing collapsed towards Murong Ji. Murong Ji's mouth twitched. Could it be any more fake?
Just when he was about to pull Duan Yu to block the bullet, he found that Duan Yu was a little far away and it was too late.

I could only hold Mu Wanqing in my arms.

“Zhong Ling?! Zhong Ling! Hurry up and treat your sister’s wound!”

It's bright.

The air was still a little chilly in the morning. Murong Ji looked down and saw that some people were already climbing up the mountain. The corners of his mouth twitched. What kind of grudge could it be that made them so persistent?
“Haha! Ahahahaha!”

A burst of wild laughter was heard, carrying with it internal force, and it traveled unusually far.

In these mountains, the echoes are loud and quite deafening.

Yue Lao San!

Seeing a figure flying towards him from a distance, Murong Ji raised his eyebrows again and again, and suddenly remembered something. He turned around and asked Mu Wanqing: "Do you have any extra veils?"

Mu Wanqing was startled, her face flushed, and she nodded. Thinking that Murong Ji couldn't see her because she was wearing a bamboo hat, she said, "Yes."

She timidly and shyly took out a black scarf and handed it to Murong Ji.

Murong Ji simply covered his face with it, and then looked around and saw Yue Lao San's figure getting closer and closer.

Zhong Ling was a little confused, and looked at Mu Wanqing and asked, "Sister Mu, what's wrong with you?"

"No, nothing. Don't ask."

Zhong Ling was completely confused. This wasn't her. Why didn't she realize before that Sister Mu was so... weak.

Yue Laosan jumped up and landed directly on the hill, looking down at the four of them.

There was excitement flashing in his eyes, a kind of madness.

"Hahaha, you can't escape!"

Yue Lao San landed directly in front of the four people. His ferocious appearance scared Zhong Ling so much that she hid behind Murong Ji.

He timidly stuck his head out and looked.

"Who are you?" Murong Ji's casual voice instantly ignited Yue Lao San's anger.

"Me? You don't even know! I'm the famous Crocodile God of the South China Sea! The one with the best martial arts in the world!"

Murong Ji rolled his eyes, pushed him away, and left with the three of them.

Yue Lao San's nose was almost crooked with anger, "What do you mean by that?!"

He caught up with Murong Ji in a few steps and stopped them: "I want to compete with you!"

Murong Ji let out a breath, looked at Yue Lao San with amusement, and glanced at Mu Wanqing, who had already grasped the sword in her hand.

Murong Ji pressed down, and happened to press on the slender jade hand of the sword handle. After noticing it, he silently moved his palm away.

The action of pressing the sword attracted the attention of Yue Lao San, "Hey, it's you, you can't run away this time!"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What grudge do you have that makes you chase her like this?"

Yue Lao San ignored Murong Ji and looked Mu Wanqing up and down, "Did you kill the little evil god Sun Sanba?"

Mu Wanqing was a little scared. Yue Lao San had a bad reputation, and his strength was much higher than hers. She took half a step behind Murong Ji without saying a word.

"Then do you know that he is my beloved disciple?"

Yue Lao San took another step forward, but he was too close. Murong Ji was a little disgusted, so he placed his palm on his chest and pushed him away.

Yue Lao San's face looked a little ugly, "How dare you attack me! How dare you attack me!"

"I'm going to kill you!" As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the scissors and attacked.

Murong Ji stopped him and said, "You can kill me, but the prerequisite is that you must know who I am. You must make me a famous ghost."

Yue Lao San thought so too, "Then tell me your name!"

Murong Ji clasped his fists and said, "My last name is Murong."

"Murong?!" Yue Lao San's face was a little grim. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! That guy is in the Song Dynasty!"

"How about you take a look?"

Yue Lao San looked at Murong Ji with a gloomy face, walked up to him, and tore off his veil. In an instant, he took a breath of cold air.

"Mu, Murong..."

Murong Ji snorted coldly, "Your injury healed really quickly!"

(End of this chapter)