Chapter 667: The Demon's Gestation Period

"Thank you very much." Lady Gai took it solemnly and bowed slightly to Murong Ji.

Murong Ji waved his hand, and then left the capital of the Southern Kingdom, found Huang Shiren, sat on his back, and headed towards Tianxuan City.

As evening approached, Murong Ji found a village to stay in.

The next morning, we just walked onto the official road.

Wang Quan Baiye appeared behind him on his sword and followed him slowly.

Behind him are the two Li brothers.

"Brother Chen, your plan does not conflict with ours. Perhaps we can help you. Come join our Mask Group." Wang Quan Baiye invited again.

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to him and simply ignored him.

Wang Quan Baiye looked at the direction Murong Ji was heading and knew that he was going back to Tianxuan City. He heard that Lady Mang was ill, and this trip south was also to look for medicine.

Since it's on the way, why not go back with him?

Murong Ji didn't care. Several people walked leisurely on the official road, and their speed was not slow.

When resting at night.

Murong Ji had just lit the bonfire.
Li Quzhuo could no longer bear it and said to Huang Shiren, "Yellow Bull Spirit, let's go out and have a fight to see who is stronger, how about that?"

Huang Shiren looked up and saw a fighting spirit in his eyes across the fire. He said in a muffled voice, "If I beat you up, you can't blame me."

"Haha, that's because I'm not as skilled as others, I don't blame you." As they spoke, the two stood up and walked away.

The other three were indifferent, and waited until the two figures walked away and disappeared into the jungle. Wang Quan Baiye then turned his head and asked, "Who are you talking about? Who will win between the two of them?"

Murong Ji didn't even raise his head. He looked at the fire, chewed his dry food in small bites, and said lightly, "Huang Shiren."

"No way? Fourth brother is quite powerful. He has countless skills and is one of the best among us. He still can't beat the Yellow Scalper?"

Wang Quan Baiye was a little surprised, but he thought Li Quzhuo would win.

As soon as he finished speaking, fighting started over there.

The energy stirred up by the two people flew wildly, blowing the flame to one side and it was about to go out, flickering continuously like a candle in the wind.

Murong Ji waved his hand to stabilize the flame, and continued to turn the barbecue on the rack.

Then he said: "It is precisely because Li Quzhuo's fighting power relies on magic weapons that Huang Shiren will win."

Not long after, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the other side, "What kind of magic is this? ! ! "

Not long after, Li Quzhuo came back covered in dust and sat dejectedly next to his brother Li Zizai.

Behind him, Huang Shiren walked towards him step by step, holding dozens of magic weapons in his hands.

"Wow."

Huang Shiren threw the magic weapons next to the fire and said, "Put your magic weapons here."

"That's your trophy, it belongs to you." Li Quzhuo said in a muffled voice, very reluctantly and a little reluctant.

Huang Shiren was accustomed to seeing the top-notch magic weapons in Murong Ji's hands. In his understanding, magic weapons were tools to assist in cultivation and a means of making good use of objects.

These things looked impressive, but in reality, they were useless. Then he said with some disdain, "I don't want them. They are useless. They are not as useful as anything I have."

Li Quzhuo's face turned red, but he couldn't say a word because of the rebuke.

Huang Shiren sat back down, picked up his dry food and continued eating.

Li Zizai and Wang Quanbaiye looked at each other, somewhat confused about the situation. Even if Li Quzhuo couldn't win, he wouldn't be in such a mess, right? His magic weapon was taken away by someone? ! !

"Fourth brother, what's going on? What's the situation?" Wang Quan Baiye asked in astonishment.

Li Quzhuo looked up at him, then buried her head again, like a young wife who had been bullied and was still sulking.

Huang Shiren turned the barbecued meat, and when it looked like it was almost done, he picked up a skewer and placed it in front of Murong Ji, then picked up the remaining skewers and ate them himself.

Li Zizai kicked his brother and scolded him angrily, "Why don't you say something? What's the matter with you not saying a word? You lost, so you still don't accept it?!!"

"I'm not unconvinced."

"Be more specific."

Li Quzhuo raised his head, glanced at Huang Shiren, and said helplessly: "Brother Huang, there is a magic weapon called Wuding Feihuan, which can capture many magic weapons and seal them with forbidden means."

"You can also use this magic weapon to break many spells, draw spiritual energy from heaven and earth, and form a magic ban like Qing Muyuan's."

"All my magic weapons and methods were restrained by him. I couldn't break through his defense. I had no choice but to compete with him in physical skills. I... I was defeated before I could last more than three moves."

Li Quzhuo was about to cry. Every battle with Huang Shiren made him feel like a waste.

Although Huang Shiren is a demon, his practice time is not longer than his.

"Also, I can't make the high-end version of that Wuding Flying Ring." Li Quzhuo said this in a crying tone, which stunned Wang Quan Baiye and Li Zizai again.

What Li Quzhuo is most proud of is his weapon refining skills. Apart from the Wangquan Sword, he is confident that he can replicate the magic weapons of various families. The only thing he lacks is the nurturing of the family masters for generations.

Now, at the level of refining, he has seen the true God, which has broken all his pride. How can he not collapse? The two turned to look at Huang Shiren. On his left wrist, there was a golden bracelet. The pattern was very beautiful, as if it was condensed from petals.

Huang Shiren pulled down the corner of his clothes to cover the Wuding Feihuan so that they could no longer see it.

"Okay, didn't you lose to Brother Chen in weapon refining? What's the big deal if you lose again?" Li Zizai comforted softly.

Wang Quan Baiye picked up the food and handed it over. He watched Li Quzhuo transform his grief and anger into food and slowly exhaled a breath.

After returning to Tianxuan City.

Murong Ji went straight back to Chenjiazhuang. He first checked his mother's pulse and adjusted the dosage of the medicine. Seeing that her condition had improved a lot, he felt relieved.

I stayed at home for a few days and rejected many social interactions. I was able to live at home peacefully for a while.

When you have nothing to do, give some pointers to Mu Mie.

The little guy's body is not strong yet. The training over the years has had some effect, but it has not met Murong Ji's expectations.

During this period of time, I couldn't help but become much stricter.

He took some time to use his ghost eyes to explore the mountains around Tianxuan City and look for a suitable place. He wanted to find a mountaintop to restore the appearance of the Big and Small Bamboo Peaks back then...

In the courtyard of Chenjiazhuang, he instructed Mumie to polish the foundation. Murong Ji personally watched him and let him rest only after he finished his homework.

Little Mumie sat on the ground, panting. Meiyu walked over, carefully picked him up, and brushed off the dust on him.

"Have you memorized today's lesson?" Murong Ji asked as he sat up from the recliner.

Xiao Mumie bowed respectfully and replied, "Master, I have finished memorizing the book."

Murong Ji nodded, then waved his hand and said, "Go take a bath with your Aunt Mei Yu, and then go play."

Xiao Mumie's smile instantly blossomed, and he hurriedly chased after Mei Yu: "Master, goodbye."

Murong Ji sat back in the recliner, picked up the tea and took a sip.

As soon as he put down the tea bowl, Zhu Ju came over and bowed: "Master, Madam asks you to go to the front hall."

Murong Ji was startled, sat up straight and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I don't know. But...someone from the Dao League has arrived."

Murong Ji nodded, said nothing more, stood up and walked towards the front hall.

When I turned the corner and walked into the living room, I heard my mother chatting with that person about family matters, and her tone was quite flattering.

Murong Ji was slightly surprised. He lowered his head and entered the living room through the side door. His pupils couldn't help but shrink.

The head of the Qing family, Old Madam Qing.

They had just met not long ago.

"Hello, senior. I'm sorry for not coming in person to greet you. I hope you can forgive me." Murong Ji clasped his fists and bowed.

Madam Qing raised her hand slightly, signaling Murong Ji to stand up, "I just came to see your mother. I'm a little curious about what kind of woman can raise such an excellent child."

"Thank you, senior."

Murong Ji said something polite, then walked to Mang Shirui's side and stood aside.

"Does Mr. Chen have a lover?" asked Old Lady Qing.

Murong Ji was shocked and understood many things in an instant. Is she here to be a matchmaker? ! !

Murong Ji had a wooden face and said calmly, "Madam Qing, you are joking. Chen is devoted to Taoism and does not dwell on love between men and women. Love between men and women will disturb one's mind and do no good."

Madam Qing chuckled, "Your determination to pursue the Dao is good. But what about your Chen family? Will it perish in two generations?"

After she finished speaking, the old lady put down her teacup and looked at Murong Ji with a sharp look in her eyes. "Or, as the rumors outside say, you are still thinking about the Tushan fox demon?"

Murong Ji lowered his eyebrows but did not reply. With his status, who else could question him except those who were younger than him?

Wang Quan Shouzhuo and Dongfang Guyue can, but the others...

No matter what, it is not the turn of the Qing family's patriarch to question him.

The atmosphere in the room stagnated, but Mang Shirui saw it clearly, so she said, "Sister Qing, please forgive me. This child has experienced many hardships, so it is inevitable that he is a little arrogant."

Madam Qing waved her hand slightly and said gently, "I was rude."

Then, he looked up at Murong Ji and continued, "My dear Chen, I am not here to question you, but to remind you that you are the only one left in the Chen family in your generation."

"Xiao Ning has become the head of the Xiao family. He is destined to be a member of the Xiao family for the rest of his life."

"As for the Tushan fox demon, the gestation period of the demon race is one hundred years, and the life span of humans is only one hundred years. Among the three heads of Tushan, except for the Tushan master, they are already adults and can give birth.

"The remaining two...are not suitable...besides, can you really wait until her pregnancy period?"

Old Madam Qing picked up the teacup and took a sip. She wanted to hear what Murong Ji meant.

"Senior, you are worrying too much. Tu Shan Rongrong and I have always only had a master-disciple relationship, nothing else."

(End of this chapter)