Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1123: Desire for Immortality
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The gate of the courtyard is tightly closed, separating the inside and the outside, and the courtyard is a world of its own.

Walking past the bucket, Murong Ji raised his leg and kicked the bucket directly to the well.

When I have nothing to do, I continue to look at the books in my collection.

The next morning, Liu Yanchang came again, carrying a bucket and cleaning the yard.

When Murong Ji walked out of the study, he saw the child pulling weeds in the yard.

The child was dozing off while pulling weeds, and he exerted too much force and fell to the ground.

He woke up instantly, rubbed his cheek, and continued to pull weeds.

Murong Ji looked up at the sky, it was still as dark.

The child is not very old, about ten years old, with delicate features, innocent and lively, and his eyebrows do look more like Yang Chan.

The Yang family has always had good genes. To be more precise, the genes and bloodline of the Haotian lineage are very strong.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked again and saw that Liu Yanchang had already cleaned the yard.

"Big Brother!"

Without waiting for Murong Ji to refuse, he called the child over, pointed at Murong Ji and said, "Chenxiang, call Master Uncle quickly."

"Goodbye, I have nothing to do with you!" Murong Ji frowned and refused directly.

Liu Yanchang did not give up and continued to encourage Chenxiang to call for help.

Liu Chenxiang looked Murong Ji up and down, and asked unsurely, "Can he help us find our mother?"

Liu Yanchang's expression froze, and he sighed, "Yes! Your mother said it would definitely work."

Murong Ji: "..."

Immediately, Liu Chenxiang broke free from Liu Yanchang's arms, ran over, and hugged Murong Ji's thighs.

"Master uncle! Master uncle, can you take us to find mother?"

Murong Ji: "..."

He suddenly recalled the past when Yang Chan, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, also hugged his thighs and begged in the same way.

Some things seem to be really rooted, and the beam and the position where they are held are all the same.

Murong Ji had a headache. He rubbed his forehead, waved his hand in annoyance, and directly moved the two people out of the yard.

Then, I realized that he was going to go out for a walk! !
With a gloomy face, he opened the door and walked past the father and son.

Liu Yanchang brought Liu Chengxiang and followed him step by step, without asking where they were going, just following quietly.

Murong Ji looked back slightly, his brows gloomy again.

After walking along the river for nearly an hour, I came across a snack stand.

Murong Ji asked for some food, squatted by the river, and watched the pleasure boat slowly pass by in front of him.

Soon, Liu Yanchang and his son also squatted beside Murong Ji.

Murong Ji then turned around and glanced at Liu Chenxiang.

The little guy is not very old, but he has a big appetite. He is also very well-behaved and a natural talent.

It is probably because Yang Chan got those few nerves, so his future path of cultivation can be considered smooth.

"Master uncle, hehe!"

Murong Ji turned his head away, too lazy to pay attention, and simply treated the father and son as air.

In the days that followed, the father and son could be seen almost every morning, and Murong Ji also began to notice Liu Yanchang.

To ordinary people, he is not a genius, let alone a first-rate one, but just an ordinary failed scholar.

In the city of Chang'an, he barely made a living by teaching.

However, he was diligent and down-to-earth, and with Murong Ji's tacit approval, he also read countless scriptures.

On weekdays, when he had nothing to do, he would help temples and Taoist temples, paint gold and texts, and write scriptures. He was very good at some things.

Or perhaps because of Yang Chan, he was very interested in many anecdotes about gods and immortals, calligraphy manuals, magic secrets, and so on.

I can’t learn it myself, but I want to help Liu Chenxiang learn it.

I calmed down little by little and no longer cared about the so-called imperial examinations and fame.

Reading has its benefits, especially those who are able to calm down and concentrate are very rare among readers.

Murong Ji saw it all. He thought that Liu Yanchang was able to remain calm after going through such a thing, which was quite remarkable.

Three years passed in a flash, and Murong Ji had a greater sense of recognition for Liu Yanchang.

He himself has no special abilities, but he cares deeply about Liu Chenxiang.

In addition to teaching students, he also gave Liu Chenxiang strict instructions, and his life was pretty good.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji put down the book and saw Liu Chenxiang sitting opposite his desk. She looked sleepy and seemed somewhat cute.

Murong Ji's brows darkened and he went up to him and gave him a slap, waking him up directly.

"Oh! Master, you just want me to sleep for a while!"

Murong Ji rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to him, and was about to pick up the book to read again.

"You get up so early every morning. My father also wakes me up early and walks around the river for an hour. I can't wake up at all..."

"You tea tray, if you have any complaints, go find your father. What are you talking to me about? I told you to get up?!"

Liu Chenxiang rubbed his forehead and suddenly asked with a bitter face: "Why do you always call me Cha Tray? My name is Liu Chenxiang, Chenxiang!!" Murong Ji glanced at Liu Yanchang who was sitting outside the study pasting lanterns, and then said: "Your father and mother fell in love because of an agarwood tea tray, so you are called Cha Tray."

Liu Chenxiang: “…”

Suddenly, there was a noise at the door. Murong Ji looked up and saw a woman walking into the courtyard.

"Is Master Jiang here?"

Liu Yanchang looked up and saw the woman wearing a red dress and a red flower on her head, looking exactly like a matchmaker.

I was stunned and dazed for a moment.

If he didn't know Murong Ji's identity, he would think this was a good thing. How could it not be a good thing to arrange a marriage for someone?
But he knew clearly who Murong Ji was. If he arranged a marriage for him, was he really not afraid of offending the Queen Mother Hou Tu? ! !

"Sent away."

When a voice came from the study, Liu Yanchang was stunned, then he stepped forward and began to greet the matchmaker.

"Oh, you don't know which family has taken a fancy to this Mr. Jiang. He is a descendant of the emperor!"

"I'm not saying anything, Princess Taiping wants power, power, and good looks. If you follow her, you can fly straight to the sky..."

Liu Yanchang became more and more embarrassed. Even if he didn't obey her, she could still fly to the sky.

The point is, marrying this person is really a life-threatening thing!!

Just as I was thinking about how to refuse, suddenly, someone walked to the door. Her aura was so imposing that even if she didn't say anything, it was impossible to ignore her presence.

The two turned their heads and looked, but their hearts suddenly tightened. The person who came was not friendly! Liu Yanchang and the matchmaker couldn't help but look at each other.

They all saw the confusion and doubt in each other's eyes...

The woman was covered in armor and looked very heroic. The style of the armor seemed familiar to Liu Yanchang.

He was not a stranger to her, as Yang Chan had several close friends whom he had met before.

One of them was the fourth princess of the East China Sea. The Dragon Palace armor that the fourth princess wore was indeed somewhat similar to the woman in front of her.

The matchmaker turned around and looked, and her heart trembled involuntarily. This person might not be a mortal!
How could a mortal being look so lively?

Just as she was about to approach and start a conversation, the woman came directly to the matchmaker and asked with a sullen face, "Married man! What shameless people are thinking about you?"

"Go back and tell him, don't worry about whether he is a princess or not. If he comes to bother my husband again, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Princess Taiping Li Lingyue, right?! My name is Ao Ying, if you don't agree, you can come find me!"

The matchmaker's forehead was covered with sweat, and a hint of murderous aura made the temperature in the yard instantly cooler.

The matchmaker was a little frightened and timidly ran out of the door to report the news.

It was only at this time that Ao Ying glanced at Liu Yanchang indifferently, but did not say a word and walked straight into the study.

Liu Yanchang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and continued to sit down and paste his lantern.

But this hand seemed to be useless. He was frightened and distracted by the murderous aura.

He had thousands of doubts and desires in his heart. He wanted to ask where the fourth princess of the East China Sea was and asked them to take him and his son to see Yang Chan.

Ao Ying walked into the room, glanced at Murong Ji, and finally her eyes fell on Liu Chenxiang who was sitting at the table.

I had received some news a long time ago, and I had some guesses.

"You came."

"It's been so long, and you didn't go back, so naturally I came to look for you."

Murong Ji nodded, put down the book, carried Liu Chenxiang out of the door, threw her next to Liu Yanchang, and closed the door.

Liu Chenxiang: “…”

Soon after that, there was one more person in his life, but Murong Ji adapted to it very well. The two had lived together for quite a while, so they were naturally familiar with each other's character.

Every morning, there are more people swimming in the river.

With the addition of a woman to the family, Liu Yanchang no longer came often and only sent Liu Chenxiang over.

However, every morning, he still followed Murong Ji from a distance and strolled along the river.

"That child... do you want to take him in as your disciple?"

Ao Ying looked back at the father and son not far behind her and asked with a frown.

Murong Ji glanced back calmly and said, "I don't have that thought in mind. I already have quite a few disciples, and I don't know how many generations they have been passed down. Why would I want to accept another disciple?"

Ao Ying did not ask much, and followed Murong Ji to eat some breakfast at the snack stand. The taste was a bit unbearable for her, but it did not spoil Murong Ji's interest.

In the following days, people kept coming to provoke trouble.

People from various government offices came to his house, making Murong Ji feel a little annoyed.

Ao Ying took a special walk, and then everything became completely quiet.

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to these people. The life of ordinary mortals was short, no more than fifty or sixty years at most. For Murong Ji, these fifty or sixty years were just like a day.

People looking for trouble no longer came, but more and more officials and dignitaries came to seek the immortal way.

Until Wu Zetian came to visit.

Murong Ji's face was gloomy. He waved his sleeves and closed the door. The inside and outside of the courtyard were almost two different worlds.

He doesn't allow others to come in, so no one can come in.

Ao Ying stood obediently beside Murong Ji, lowered her head, and stuck out her tongue. She just wanted to teach Li Lingyue a lesson, but she didn't expect...

A few days later, Murong Ji moved out, collected a large number of books, and settled down at the foot of Mount Hua.

(End of this chapter)