Chapter 92: Time flies
He had never heard of such a technique among the most powerful palm techniques in Buddhism, but its power was no less than that of the Vajra Palm!
He was forced into a corner by Murong Ji, and the strength of this evil boy was much higher than his. Even though he knew he was being led by the nose, he had no choice but to fall into the trap.

Because Murong Ji really dared to kill him!
"bump!"

The energy of the two palms collided, but before they could completely meet, Murong Ji suddenly withdrew his palm power and struck behind Murong Bo.

One palm missed, but the other hit Murong Ji directly in the heart.

Murong Ji's face turned pale, and he used his internal energy to protect his heart. Dou Zhuan Xing Yi was a divine skill, but it was not a mental method. If he had a matching mental method, then...

Murong Ji flew backwards along with the palm power of King Kong and hit the opposite wall directly. With the movement of the palm, he released the remaining palm power to the sky.

He actively vibrated his internal organs, forcing out a mouthful of blood, then smiled and made a shocked expression in front of Murong Bo's astonished eyes.

Just looking at Murong Bo.

At this moment, Murong Bo was still worried. He was angry at Murong Ji's actions, but he didn't want to really beat him to death.

The bloodline and inheritance of the Murong family cannot be broken!

"Second son!"

Feng Bo's evil luck landed in the yard with his light kung fu, and the first person he saw was Murong Ji, who was lying half-crippled in the corner.

And the man in black standing on the wall.

Murong Ji's eyes were filled with anxiety, and he pointed at Murong Fu tremblingly, "Go, go and take a look..."

Feng Bo felt nauseous and turned quickly to look at Murong Fu's condition. When he stepped forward to take a look, he was horrified and his fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.

"M-Sir?"

After checking his breath and pulse, he felt a chill in his heart! He hurriedly untied Murong Fu's robe, and found a black handprint on his chest!

"Great Vajra Palm! Shaolin Temple!"

Feng Bo gnashed his teeth and looked at the man in black, "Which master of Shaolin Temple are you? How dare you come to kill my Murong family!"

The man in black looked at Murong Ji deeply, then looked at Feng Boye again, then turned and left.

Feng Boye suddenly jumped up and landed on the top of the wall. Just as he was about to chase after him, Murong Ji roared, "Come back! Don't go and die!"

"Puff!" As if he was so angry that he spurted out another mouthful of blood.

Feng Boye stopped instantly, hesitated for a moment, and flew back to Murong Ji's side, "Second Young Master!"

He squatted beside Murong Ji, took out a healing medicine and stuffed it into Murong Ji's mouth. At the same time, he undressed Murong Ji and checked his injuries.

When Feng Bo'e saw the dark palm print on Murong Ji's heart, his pupils shrank.

"Go call someone, go quickly."

Murong Ji spoke weakly, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured. In fact, Murong Ji himself could no longer pretend.

Feng Boye hesitated for a moment, then turned and left the yard.

Murong Ji sat cross-legged on the ground, sensing his surroundings. After he could no longer hear his breathing and heartbeat, he walked towards Murong Fu.

After pressing a few acupoints, Murong Fu was awakened.

"Big brother."

Murong Fu opened his eyes slightly, his face was gray and blue, he sighed softly, looking at Murong Ji, his brother, it was as if he had never known him. The moment before, he was still affectionate with you, and the next moment he broke your heart. Once the heart is broken, even gods can't save it.

"Second brother, you and I are brothers, why did it come to this?"

Murong Ji sat cross-legged beside him and sighed, "Brother, do you remember how many times you killed me?"

Murong Fu was speechless for a moment, it had been too long.

"Hehe, I don't remember either. I was young at that time, and those few kicks from you cut off my foundation. I won't live to be twenty years old."

"Luckily, I met a miracle doctor who treated me for several months. Plus, I'm still in the growth stage, so there's still hope."

"What's the point of saying this? It's just to tell you that you've already killed me once."

Murong Fu's lips trembled slightly, and after thinking for a while, he was speechless.

"I believe everything you said. I believe you will treat me well and love me. No one taught you when you were a child, and now that you've grown up you understand a lot of things, but you don't dare to do that anymore."

"As the saying goes, it's easy to change a country but hard to change one's nature. Murong Fu, I know exactly what kind of person you are, and you know it too. If I don't kill you, you will kill me again if you get the chance in the future."

"I am the same as you, because I have always thought so, hehe."

"I can even think that you are willing to accept me because of the Yang family, right? And the connections behind me."

"Oh, right, you are thinking that when I married the girl from the Yang family, I died inexplicably, and then you used the Xianbei custom to marry my wife, and then dragged the Yang family into the water to restore your country?"

"Look, what a great opportunity."

Seeing Murong Fu breathing in less than breathing out, I knew he didn't have much time left. I injected some of his internal energy into him to maintain the functioning of his body.

"I once thought about going to the Song Dynasty court to report you for privately keeping the emperor's seal and punishing your entire clan. But then I thought, that's too stupid. The Murong family has such a huge fortune, why should I give it to someone else?"

"Brother... huhu... listen... listen to me..."

Murong Ji was startled, and looked down. Murong Fu began to narrate: "Yin Yang Tai Chi, its greatness has no outside, its smallness has no inside. The east, south, west and north each have their own positions, they do not change, and the internal organs are also changing..."

"The earthly branches govern the month, and the stars around the body make up 24, which are placed in the Big Dipper. Where the handle points is the rise and fall... The internal organs are... the acupuncture points around the body are... these are the 24 solar terms."

Murong Fu knew that he would not survive, so he tried to choose simple and important words and said, "Also...there is Nan Dou, Zi Wei Dou Shu...Weinan has Ji...

Then we know the Yang Sun and Yin Moon. The two northern and southern Dippers, Kui Dou and Pi Gang; receiving the nature of water and fire, endowed with the essence of Yin and Yang; helping the heaven and earth to nurture things, embodying morality and shining. This is how things are enriched..."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank again and again. He listened very seriously and took notes carefully. What is this? ! !
But from Murong Ji's perspective, it is definitely not something Murong Longcheng can understand.

[The passage of time also has an extraordinary origin! 】

Only after Murong Fu finished reading the last word did Murong Ji slowly exhale, tear off his robe, and write down the scripture in blood.

Suddenly, the buzzing sound in his mind sounded again: [The anchor character died, the world line shifted, a new world was generated, and the anchor character was re-anchored, Yang Yueman.]

Murong Ji was startled, somewhat stunned, what does that mean? !

[Please note, if you don't want to get lost, don't kill the anchor character. At least, give me time to change the anchor point. ]

Murong Ji was somewhat speechless. How would I know who you were anchoring to? Besides, aren't you a magical instrument? How come you are like a system?

(End of this chapter)