Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1004: Gentleman's Sincerity
Murong Ji was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "I am not on guard against him, it is better to keep things secret. There are many things that I have kept secret even from Hou Tu."

"In the development of ethnic groups, some people want to be the face, and some want to be the inside. The face cannot be stained with a speck of dust, and the inside cannot be exposed to outsiders."

"The best result is that the face is really clean, spotlessly clean."

After he finished speaking, Murong Ji waved his hand, slumped down in his chair with some fatigue, and stared blankly.

Suiren bowed again, then closed the door slightly and quickly followed Fuxi.

Murong Ji remained silent in the room, and only after a long time did he come back to his senses.

As the human race has developed to this point, when it comes to the general trend being set, everyone will say that it is destiny that has come to the human race.

It is said that human beings are destined to be the protagonists.

But is it really true?
Murong Ji knew very well how many times he would stumble along the way.

There are only two people who truly owe favors to human beings. One is Nuwa, the founder of human beings.

The innate human race was born, but the acquired human race was weak enough to be influenced and changed by the various laws of the prehistoric world, and thus became almost two different races from the innate human race.

The second one is Taiqing Laozi, the supreme saint of humanity. Without his approval, how could the human race become the protagonist of heaven and earth?

Since he can choose a human as the protagonist, he can also choose a dragon clan, a fertile rabbit clan, cunning and charming foxes, sinister and vicious jackals, and so on.

Is it okay without Fuxi? Perhaps it is possible, Murong Ji will definitely be plotted to death.

The tribe was so huge, how could Murong Ji manage it alone? The original number of tens of thousands of people increased to hundreds of thousands, millions, and tens of millions.

Nowadays, human tribes are spread all over the wilderness, and no one can tell how many humans are still alive.

With so many people, Murong Ji could not manage them all by himself, so the Fire Cloud Cave was built, with many human sages helping to manage it.

There must also be a person who knows how to coordinate and is highly respected among the innate sacredness of the ancient world.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors came into the world in response to destiny. Although I say it was in response to destiny, in fact, it was decided by Murong Ji himself.

Fuxi is an excellent manager, and his reputation is more than good among all the innate gods in the ancient times.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji sighed, stood up, glanced at the seats where Fuxi and Suiren were originally sitting, flicked his sleeves, put them behind his back, and walked out the door indifferently.

The peaceful days didn't last long, and Murong Ji's troubles came again.

The three leaders of the human race have shown a tendency to split, which seems to be irreversible, and it seems that countless people are stirring up trouble.

Murong Ji, however, allowed it to develop. As the head of the Five Emperors, he was extremely important, and his status was almost no worse than that of the Three Sovereigns, as he had the word "Emperor" in his title.

Who can tell who is stronger and who is weaker, who is higher and who is lower between the emperor and the emperor?
Murong Ji put down his pen and looked at the words he had written. He looked up and saw Lu Xueqi practicing silently and seriously.

After the initial thrill and excitement.

Murong Ji became much more sober instead. In fact, this substitute of Lu Xueqi, no matter whether she was the backup plan left by Xihe or Taiqing Laozi, was no longer important.

However, Murong Ji still felt very satisfied. At least, he could still see Lu Xueqi's appearance from time to time.

After glancing at the three stupid disciples, Murong Ji's eyes softened a lot.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door.

"Master, there is a guest who wants to see you. He claims to be the senior brother of Yuxu Palace, Guangchengzi."

Murong Ji was stunned. After thinking about it carefully, he remembered that Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi seemed to have a teacher, Guangchengzi of Yuxu Palace.

In an instant, I remembered the serious little Taoist boy from then on, and was deeply impressed.

Then he said, "Bring him to the reception room. I'll go and see him right away."

"Yes!"

Murong Ji put away his pen and ink, raised his eyebrows and thought carefully, "The destiny of the human race, it seems that Yuanshi Tianzun can't sit still anymore, Guangchengzi worships Qingyun Mountain, it's interesting."

When Murong Ji opened the door of the reception room, he saw a serious young Taoist priest wearing a green Taoist robe and a crown on his head.

Between his eyebrows and eyes, you can still vaguely see the little boy he used to be.

When Guang Chengzi saw Murong Ji coming in, he hurriedly put down his teacup, stood up, and bowed to Murong Ji: "Greetings, Senior Brother Jiang."

Murong Ji smiled and said in return: "You are a rare guest. Over the years, you have rarely come down the mountain. But you came to me this time."

As he spoke, Murong Ji gestured to Guang Chengzi to sit down and talk, and then he sat on the chair to Guang Chengzi's left.

He poured half a cup of tea for Guangchengzi, and then poured himself a cup.

"It's my fault, I apologize to you. When you have nothing to do in the future, come visit me often."

"I came here this time to ask you for something, so I hope you can help me."

Murong Ji understood, but pretended to be surprised and asked, "Brother, what difficulties have you encountered? Tell me! Tell me! If I can help, I will definitely help."

Guang Chengzi couldn't see Murong Ji's thoughts, so he said honestly: "Yuxu Palace does not have enough luck to support it, and it is indeed not prosperous. There are only a few big cats and small cats, and it is not prosperous." "I came here specially to ask for some human luck from my senior brother, so that my Yuxu Palace can be expanded and prosper in the human race."

As he spoke, Guangchengzi clasped his fists and bowed to Murong Ji.

Murong Ji was silent for a moment. What he said was very impolite.

Where is Yuxu Palace?
That is the gate of saints. Over the years, Murong Ji has always paid attention to the Taoist heritage of the Three Pure Ones, and even mixed it with his own immortal cultivation school.

It would be nonsense to say that Yuxu Palace doesn't have much luck.

Nearly 60% of the entire human race practice the Three Pure Ones' wonderful method, while the remaining 30% practice the method of the Two Saints of the West.

The last ten percent is the magical methods of many powerful people in the ancient times.

Guangchengzi doesn't understand the ways of the world and seldom comes down the mountain. He doesn't know much about these things, but Murong Ji doesn't blame him.

But if you say that Yuxu Palace is a small family or a small sect, then it deserves to be beaten to death.

There are more than a dozen direct disciples in Yuxu Palace, which is actually not a small number.

Throughout the East Kunlun Mountains, there are countless innate saints practicing here. They listen to Yuanshi Tianzun’s sermons one after another and improve their cultivation.

He can be considered an outer disciple of Yuxu Palace.

There were thousands of people who were able to enter the temple to listen to the sermon, and more than tens of thousands of people who were able to listen to the sermon outside the temple.

And how many are there in Jiejiao?

There are only four direct disciples of Master Tongtian, and the rest are considered outer disciples. The most favored among the outer disciples are Sanxiao and Zhao Gongming, who can be considered half-direct disciples.

But there are only eight or nine of them. Among the outer disciples, there are many from all over the world, and many of them are not very skilled, but have some fame.

However, the innate sacredness on Mount Kunlun rarely appears in the prehistoric world.

The Yuxu Palace is definitely not weaker than the Biyou Palace, and is even slightly stronger.

Having come to this point, Murong Ji was too lazy to exchange pleasantries and directly said, "You are eyeing the Five Emperors' Luck, right?!"

Guang Chengzi was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "This is exactly the second thing I want to ask you, Senior Brother."

"I want to be Ji Xuanyuan's mentor, guide him into spiritual practice, and become a disciple of my Yuxu Palace. If possible..."

"Okay, I agree."

"Uh... Senior Brother, do you want to reconsider this?"

Guang Chengzi was unable to react for a moment. Before leaving, his master had repeatedly warned him to be careful when meeting Murong Ji, because this man... was vicious and calculating.

If you are not careful, you will put the person in your pocket.

Murong Ji felt a little funny for a moment. He agreed too quickly, which made Guangchengzi lack confidence.

"No need to think too much. The Three Sovereigns have been decided. I only want one spot among the Five Emperors. I plan to share the rest with the great powers in the prehistoric world and let them become disciples of the saints."

He had thought about this matter a long time ago. Compared with those innate saints, the children of the human race are simply incomparable. The only ones who can be noticed by the saints are those who have great luck.

There are many benefits to directly inserting it into the second generation disciples. Huoyun Cave will also know about any disturbances of various forces.

"The human race is not xenophobic. Instead, they are very willing to accept new things. Moreover, Yuxu Palace is a major sect of the human race, and is qualified enough to teach the Human King."

Guangchengzi was a little surprised. He didn't expect that things could be done so easily. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

After a long silence, he slowly came back to his senses and murmured, "The rise of the human race is not without reason."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows: "Haha, those who are righteous have many supporters, and those who are unrighteous have few supporters. The more supporters, the fewer supporters. It's nothing more than a question of the distribution of benefits."

"Sharing is a good thing. The human race only needs the portion of luck that maintains the operation of the human race, and the rest should be shared with all living things in the prehistoric world. It will nourish each other and give feedback to each other. Isn't it a happy thing?"

Guang Chengzi stood up and bowed respectfully to Murong Ji: "Brother, I haven't seen you for many years. This really opened my eyes. I admire your courage and broad-mindedness as a human king."

Murong Ji waved his hand, too lazy to listen to these polite words. What Guangchengzi said might be true, but he didn't need it.

What he needs is the cause and effect that all the powerful people in the prehistoric times owe to the human race, the most important of which are Taiqing Laozi and other Three Pure Ones.

Guang Chengzi said no more, and sat down again. After a moment of silence, he asked again, "I wonder which one of the three you prefer, Senior Brother?"

Murong Ji raised his head slightly and looked at Guangchengzi's serious expression, which reminded him of the image of a little boy when he was a child.

He chuckled but did not rush to speak. This was why he liked the disciples of Yuxu Palace.

Gentleman.

Many people think that the disciples of Yuxu Palace are hypocritical, but they do everything openly.

How is it hypocritical?
How many great powers in the prehistoric world were secretly doing things? Taiqing Laozi's several calculations caught Murong Ji off guard.

(End of this chapter)