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Chapter 1065 Zhong Er, Help Me
Murong Ji sat in the living room, his gaze slowly falling behind Wu Yi. His eyes almost penetrated the endless space and went straight to Wu Yi's roots.

With a helpless sigh, he thought that if there could be a leader who could revive the Shang Dynasty, it would mean that the fortune of the Shang Dynasty is not over yet.

In the Shang Dynasty today, countless lives were killed just for sacrifices.

In addition, the calamity energy filled the vast land, which had a subtle impact on the entire situation of the Shang Dynasty, and the black bird of fortune was also covered in red.

The decline of the Shang Dynasty has already been determined. It is a general trend that is against us. It will be difficult to change the trend.

But looking at Wu Yi's situation, he is not the person who can turn the tide.

He rubbed his forehead with a headache. The previous fights and conquests made Murong Ji have a filter and wrong judgment towards the human race.

Who were the original leaders of the human race? Murong Ji, Suiren, Fuxi, Shennong, and other innate gods who were personally taught by him.

They are born with human nature, but without their guidance, the human race will return to a state of half animality and half humanity.

A series of problems were exposed, including the advocacy of the use of force and barbarism, the worship of the strong and the supremacy of divinity.

In any later era, these would not be considered defects or weaknesses, but the problem is that now is the time when human development is taking shape and characterizing.

When it was time for dinner, Murong Ji saw the new disciple of the Golden Spirit Holy Mother.

Then, he realized that he had too much control over his two sons, which made the Golden Spirit Mother unwilling to intervene.

But the entire Biyou Palace needs to develop, especially the third generation disciples. They are the best among the second generation disciples, and they are also the eldest sister's Jin Ling. How can they not accept a disciple?

Wouldn’t it be more perfect if this apprentice was your own child?
Murong Ji looked at Jin Ling apologetically, but didn't say anything.

Jin Ling and Murong Ji looked at each other and understood what he was thinking. They smiled indifferently. After all, Wen Zhong was a good disciple.

Murong Ji's eyes fell on Wen Zhong, who was eating timidly. After thinking for a while, he found a topic to ask, "Why was he named Wen Lao Er?"

The Golden Spirit Mother rolled her eyes and then said, "You have a book on thunder magic, and it says something about the Wen family magic and the fight between dragon and tiger."

"Who knows? You may have adapted your skills from someone else. Since you learned from someone else, this child doesn't have a name. Why not just give him the last name Wen?"

"The founder of the law is the first, and the disciple who inherited the law is the second. Isn't it better to name him Zhong?"

Murong Ji nodded: "That's the truth."

Suddenly, I thought of the Wen family in the Fox Demon world.

The book of thunder magic that he had collected contained the secret of controlling thunder with the magic sword, as well as the Taoist magic that he knew.

The cultivation foundation was mainly based on the Longhu Mountain Thunder Method, and later it was supplemented by the Wen family's skills in the fox demon world, and it evolved bit by bit.

For Murong Ji, the entire Taoist practice system is nothing more than two words: thunder and fire!

The Fu Lu School and the Dan Ding School have always been inseparable. You are in me and I am in you. It is just a matter of who is the main one and who is the auxiliary one.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji ate calmly. "It's good to have an apprentice. It will give me something to do and I won't be too bored."

The Golden Spirit Mother ignored Murong Ji's mumbling, but her eyes fell on Yunxiao.

"Junior sister Yunxiao, don't you plan to accept a disciple? This outer sect elder sister has to set an example for the younger brothers and sisters."

Yun Xiao shook his head expressionlessly, "My own cultivation has not yet reached its peak, so why should I mislead others?"

Jin Ling didn't ask any more questions and immediately lowered his head to eat seriously.

I originally thought that the Golden Spirit Holy Mother would teach this disciple personally, but who would have thought that she would be passed on to Murong Ji? ! !

He would drive away one sheep and release a flock of sheep. When Murong Ji had nothing to do, he would guide Wen Zhong in his practice, and also guide his two sons along.

In the process, he also taught hundreds of flower and plant elves how to practice.

As for Yuan Hong, he doesn't need to worry too much because he has Jin Chanzi's guidance.

In addition, Wu Yi also often ran to the mountains.

By chance, Murong Ji saw Wen Zhong addressing Wu Yi as father and son.

I was a little confused for a moment, and didn't realize that Wen Zhong had my blood. What a cause and effect.

The next day, while watching the three of them practicing, Murong Ji asked a question casually.

Wen Zhong no longer had the fear he had originally felt towards Murong Ji, and he slowly said, "When my parents died of the plague, it was the king who helped bury me."

"After that, the king continued to support me until I met my master."

"If Wen Zhong hadn't had the chance to meet the master, he would probably be a retainer of some prince now."

Murong Ji nodded, it was fate. He also understood why Wen Zhong was so loyal to the Shang Dynasty.

"Master..."

Murong Ji came back to his senses, looked at Xiao Wenzhong, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"After training, can I learn more from you? Things like governing a country and managing government."

Murong Ji was silent for a moment, then nodded, and looked at little Wen Zhong with some relief for a moment.

He raised his head and looked at the two rebellious sons playing in the martial arts field, and he was furious.

Other people’s children are all thinking about how to study and how to become self-reliant, but my own children just think about playing all day long.

From then on, after practicing martial arts every morning, he also taught them to study scriptures, recite texts, practice calligraphy, and explain to them the principles of literature, state governance, the art of heaven, and the knowledge of the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism.

Decades passed and these children grew up. After Holy Mother Jin Ling accepted them as disciples, she never took care of them.

It was as if Wen Zhong, the disciple, was accepted by Murong Ji.

Murong Ji was also a little helpless. She and Yunxiao both needed to practice, and they really couldn't spare much time.

Only those who understand the nature of humanity can have so much free time.

It's taught once and for all.

Not long after, Wu Yi became seriously ill, but he asked someone to go up the mountain to tell him that he wanted to see Wen Zhong before he died.

Wen Zhong knelt in front of Murong Ji's bedroom all night long.

"Master! I want to go down the mountain to see the king. Please allow me to do so."

Murong Ji had just gotten off Yunxiao and was looking at Yunxiao, who was sweating profusely. His eyes were still a little vague and he couldn't come back to his senses.

Before he could open his mouth, he heard Jin Ling, who had just rested, say, "Go early and come back early."

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“Thank you, Master!!”

Then, there was a sound of breaking through the air. Murong Ji felt a little melancholy. According to the rules of his sect, disciples were not allowed to go down the mountain if they had not practiced hard enough.

One was to save his life, and the other was to force him to improve his cultivation.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji exerted even more force, and listening to Yunxiao's light breathing, he reached out and pulled Jin Ling over.

Holding her in his arms, he felt the warmth and delicate jade-like skin of Jin Ling. "I'm afraid you, my disciple, won't be able to come back once you go down the mountain."

The Golden Spirit Mother's mind was empty, but her whole body was filled with it. She had no time to think. Murong Ji was in good health, and the two of them could not deal with him.

"Let him...go~hmm~"

Wen Zhong hurriedly flew to Chaoge City. Just as he was about to fly directly into the city, he was slapped down by the claw of the huge black bird above him.

With a bang, he fell in front of the city gate, looking extremely embarrassed and helpless. He could only hurriedly run into the city.

When he entered the palace, palace servants were already waiting there, leading Wen Zhong straight into the palace hall.

He saw Wu Yi half-lying on the bed, hanging on to his last breath, waiting for him to come over.

When Wu Yi saw Wen Zhong coming in, he couldn't help but grab his hands in the air, but he was too weak to let them fall.

Wen Zhong walked quickly to the bed and half-knelt beside it, "Foster father."

Wu Yi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he was short of breath and couldn't utter a word, so he held his breath.

But I thought of using this energy for the right purpose.

He tried his best to look at the other young man lying beside the bed, and with great effort he pulled his hand over, put Wen Zhong's hand together with his own, and held it tightly.

It was not until then that Wen Zhong saw the young man lying beside the bed.

This was not the first time the two met. They had met before when Wu Yi visited Murong Ji.

Over the next decade or so, the two had always had interactions, but their relationship was ordinary.

"Zhong'er, help...help...me..."

The voice was weak, but it contained a hint of pleading.

For a moment, Wen Zhong was in high spirits, his eyes filled with tears, and he nodded heavily, "Don't worry, foster father, don't worry."

Wu Yi was relieved, and turned to the young man and said, "If you don't understand state affairs, just listen to Zhong'er!!"

"Father! I know. I will discuss this with my second brother!"

Wu Yi no longer had much strength left. When he wanted to say his last words, he couldn't take a last breath.

It was as if something in my body was trying to escape. I felt a little depressed, and I couldn't hold back my breath. My body gradually became heavier.

"Father? Father! Father! Oh, Father!!"

Then a medical officer came forward to check on Wu Yi's condition, and finally sighed, "My prince, please accept my condolences."

"The king has gone to see the Queen Mother Hou Tu!" a eunuch on the side shouted.

Immediately, outside the house there were bursts of women crying, each one trying to outdo the other in crying and wailing at the top of their lungs.

Wen Zhong stood up and glanced around the room. Except for himself, it seemed that no one cared whether Wu Yi was really dead or not.

My gaze fell on the prince, and I found that there was an unconcealable joy in his eyes. Then I listened to the cries of the woman outside the house, which seemed so fake.

He sighed helplessly. At this moment, he finally understood how ugly the human nature that Murong Ji taught them was.

Wen Zhong watched Wu Yi being buried in silence, and then watched Wen Ding ascend to the throne, carrying the destiny of the Human King.

The breath of life and death that came towards him made him feel uncomfortable.

When Wen Ding was free, Wen Zhong bowed and stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, Wen Zhong still needs to report to Master."

(End of this chapter)