Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 263: Flirting with a fellow disciple, severely beaten times

Murong Ji's face froze. He turned his head and saw a graceful figure flash by. It was Jiao Wenxi from Xiaozhu Peak, the one who had captured him and Zeng Shushu last time.

[Zeng Shushu?] Thinking of Zeng Shushu, Murong Ji's heart sank. Could it be that the bastard had given him away? ! !
I heard from the senior brother that this person is the direct junior sister of the master's wife...

"Ahahaha, Uncle Jiao, long time no see, you are still as beautiful as ever."

Jiao Wenxi looked at him with a half-smile, "He is really not a good guy. He even dares to tease his elders."

Murong Ji: “???” Who did I tease?

"Come with us? We have something to talk to you about."

Murong Ji had a bitter face, "We probably don't have much to talk about, right? For the past three years, I have been very honest! I haven't violated any rules?!!"

"Then what are you guilty of?!!"

"I feel guilty..." He suddenly reacted and opened his mouth, feeling a little relieved. "Uncle Jiao, you won't retaliate against me, right?"

Jiao Wenxi obviously knew what he meant. "No, it's just that I caught you and Xueqi being intimate seven or eight times."

"I caught him sneaking into Xiaozhu Peak more than 20 times."

Murong Ji glanced at his senior brother, shrank his neck, and tried to reduce his presence. Suddenly, he felt that he might not be able to come back...

Chang Qingfeng watched his master being taken away, tears welling up in his eyes, but he tried hard not to cry. He turned around and looked at Chang Qingqing, and scolded her, "Master is not dead, why are you crying?"

Chang Qingqing choked up and said, "But, but after my mother was taken away by them, she never came back..."

Chang Qingfeng froze for a moment, with his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth like a little adult, "We must inform Master's Wife about this. Let's go find Sixth Uncle and ask him to take us to Master's Wife!"

Discipline Hall.

As soon as Murong Ji entered, he saw Zeng Shushu lying on a bench howling like a ghost, and his heart skipped a beat.

I wanted to exchange glances with Zeng Shushu, but found that I couldn't see his eyes at all, and my nose and tears were all running.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly, [Zeng Shushu, you have to be loyal and don't give me away.]

"Disciple Murong Ji, greetings to Uncle Master."

"Well, do you recognize this thing?"

Murong Ji looked up at the book in the elder's hand, "XX Goddess Records", and his heart sank. "I have never seen this before? May I ask, Uncle Master, what ancient book is this? The name is so strange."

Zeng Shushu looked at Murong Ji's serious expression and secretly gave him a thumbs up. What a great guy, with such a good attitude. He even felt embarrassed to cheat him.

"Are you sure you haven't seen it?"

"Sure! But the origin of this book is not so bright?"

"Well, now it's clear."

Murong Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had changed the handwriting at the beginning, so there should be no hard evidence.

"Someone, come! Press Murong Ji onto the punishment board! The penalty is one hundred!"

Murong Ji was completely stunned. Just as he came to his senses, he suddenly looked up and said, "Uncle Master, Uncle Master! What did I do wrong to deserve such a severe punishment?"

"In the past three years, you have sneaked into Xiaozhu Peak more than 900 times, and sneaked into the rooms of Xiaozhu Peak's female disciples more than 300 times. Good fellow, you must have worn out your shoes."

Outside the Discipline Hall, thunderous laughter suddenly broke out.

"Slander! This is slander! Uncle Master, please understand!"

Jiao Wenxi personally held Murong Ji and pressed him on the punishment board, and then the stick fell.

"Bang bang" I was hit on the back, there was no injury, but it really hurt.

Even though he was highly skilled in Taoism, he could not withstand dozens of sticks. His nose and tears started flowing instantly, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"Brother Murong! Don't be so unbearable. We are already the master now."

"Oh my god! Zeng Shushu! You..."

"Because I'm not a good teacher, I'll fine you another hundred!"

Murong Ji's face turned red, and he was unable to do anything but squeeze the blood out of his back. After a few beatings, his back was covered in blood.

"Apply medicine!"

Murong Ji was startled, and then he felt some powder sprinkled on his back, followed by another beating with a board.

"Depend on!"

The two hundred strokes of the cane were finally over, and Murong Ji's voice was hoarse. Just when he thought it was over, the voice of the elder of the Discipline Hall came again.

It was like a demon summoning from hell, leaving Murong Ji standing there in a daze.

"Murong Ji! You have a bad character! You drew some obscene and immoral pictures. The penalty is five hundred!"

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, endless boards fell again.

His face was distorted with pain.

The fight was finally over, and Murong Ji felt like half of his life was gone.

Suddenly, he felt someone standing in front of him. He turned around and saw Lu Xueqi looking at him with a smile on her face.

The two looked at each other, and then Lu Xueqi took out a handkerchief and wiped his face.

"What on earth did you do? Picture album? What picture album?"

Facing Lu Xueqi's question, Murong Ji turned his head away and saw the eyes at the door that seemed to want to devour him.

And Zeng Shushu's eyes widened.

They all stared at them.

Murong Ji suddenly understood why he was being taken care of in such a special way...

He turned his head to look at Lu Xueqi and said, "Squat down and I'll tell you what I drew." Lu Xueqi was a little confused. She was very familiar with Murong Ji and was very curious, so she squatted in front of Murong Ji.

"Go ahead."

Suddenly, Murong Ji kissed her very quickly, and his big hand held the back of Lu Xueqi's head.

The entire Discipline Hall was suddenly silent, and then there were all kinds of wolf howls, heartbroken.

"Humph! Discipline Hall is a sacred place! You are so audacious to tease a fellow disciple like this. The punishment is five hundred!"

Lu Xueqi pushed Murong Ji away fiercely. Her rapid breathing was enough to show her panic. She staggered two steps and fled in a hurry...

"what!"

I heard Murong Ji's screams from behind. I subconsciously paused and cursed inwardly, "Serves you right!"

In the end, Murong Ji was carried back by his senior brothers including Song Daren.

He recuperated for half a year...when he got better, Murong Ji ran to Xiaozhu Peak.

Time flies, and four years have passed since the war between good and evil.

The Qingyun Sect now has a new courtyard, which brings together young disciples from the seven peaks of the Qingyun Sect, where they exchange their cultivation experiences, spells, magic weapons and elixirs.

The Qingyun Sect has a rule that forbids passing on the skills to outsiders without permission.

So a slogan was painted outside the villa: Qingyun is my home, and its prosperity depends on everyone.

Although the tone is earthy, it is down to earth...

Every time someone comes to teach or listen to a class, they look at this slogan and lick their teeth, deeply agreeing with it...

In addition, Xiao Yicai was secretly gathering orphans with clean backgrounds living at the foot of the mountain.

Those with good qualifications can be admitted into our school, but of course they cannot come openly, everything is done quietly.

Murong Ji suddenly realized why his master insisted that he accept Chang Qingqing and Chang Qingfeng.

This is a start for Xiao Yicai. Once things get awkward, there will be an explanation.

[Master has been wearing the same pants with Xiao Yicai for a long time? ! ! ]

Murong Ji touched his chin and thought carefully, but he couldn't figure it out.

Qi Hao became the chief seat. He remained silent during every meeting, but he was constantly taking action behind the scenes.

He arranged for the younger generation to take up important positions, joined forces with Xiao Yicai, and even reached out to Qingyunmen's resources and finances.

Murong Ji let out a long breath. There is no shortage of geniuses in every era, and the development of the sect is inseparable from those development-oriented talents.

For example, the founder Qing Yunzi, although he was very powerful, his vision was poor, and among the several disciples he accepted, none of them knew how to develop the sect.

As a result, several peaks of the sect changed hands.

Unconsciously, the younger generations of Qingyun Sect formed a group after the war.

I am competing with my elders...

Murong Ji was lying on the chair, enjoying the peace and quiet. [So, the contradictions and conflicts of Qingyun Sect suddenly shifted to the previous generation and the next generation? ]

This move really hurt the teachers and commanders. The Qingyuns themselves had already suffered a severe blow. If they continue to suppress the younger generation, what if the generation is cut off?

If a generation is cut off, there is a risk of extinction of the entire family, and no one can afford to take that risk.

We can only let them jump.

"dong dong dong"

The bell of Tongtian Peak rang, which was the signal to summon the chief elders.

Murong Ji put down the book and looked towards Tongtian Peak. The figure of his master Tian Buyi gradually disappeared. He then frowned and asked, "What happened again?"

After thinking about it, he was too lazy to pay attention and continued to teach his apprentice.

When I was having dinner in the evening, I didn’t see the master or his wife. After asking the eldest senior brother, I found out that the master had gone down the mountain and no one knew what he was doing.

When the master is not around, his wife usually doesn't eat with them.

"Qingqing, go and bring food to your master."

"Yes, master."

at night,

Murong Ji was about to wash up and go to bed when he suddenly heard a splash outside the yard and frowned slightly. "Qingfeng? Qingqing?"

No one responded.

Murong Ji walked out of the house and saw a few people standing in the yard. His heart skipped a beat.

Looking at it in the moonlight, thousands of people are coming and going!

Behind him were Zhang Xiaofan, Qinglong, Youji, and a man in black.

"Oh, Master Wan, you have come to visit us. I am sorry for not welcoming you in person."

Murong Ji sat directly on the chair next to the door, poured a cup of cold tea, and looked at the people in the yard.

"Ten thousand people are here to meet Mr. Murong."

Ten thousand people bowed to him, which immediately stunned Murong Ji. What was going on?
The smile on his face gradually faded, "This is a big deal. I'm afraid that I, with my weak Jade Purity Realm, can't handle something that could make Sect Master Wan perform such a great ceremony."

"Mr. Murong, you are joking. If you can't save my daughter, then I will really..."

Ten thousand people shed tears and bowed again, "Although I was born in the Holy Church, I have never killed innocent people. Instead, I have protected the people. Why did you want my wife and daughter to die?"

"Mr. Murong, you are also very close to my daughter, and you are as close to my son-in-law as a brother. Please move over and help me!"

(End of this chapter)