Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 991: Suspected Return of an Old Friend
After thinking for a while, he said, "That's not a magical power... Never mind, the name Nine Breaths of Submission is not bad either."

"Do you...want to learn?"

Murong Ji's voice was full of temptation and he looked at Yun Zhongzi with a smile on his face.

Yun Zhongzi was a little tempted, but he held back, "Your Majesty, please don't tease me..."

"I'm not kidding you. If you want to learn, I will teach you, as long as you don't spread it around casually or pass it on to that evil person."

"Your Majesty, are you serious?!"

"Of course you take it seriously. Who am I? Am I kidding you?"

Yun Zhongzi's face was filled with joy. He immediately stood up and bowed to Murong Ji, but he was paying homage to him as if he were a teacher, like a disciple.

Murong Ji asked with a smile: "You pay homage to me like this, aren't you afraid that Yuanshi Tianzun will find out and punish you?!"

Yun Zhongzi stood up and said, "Master is a gentleman, he would not do such things."

Murong Ji nodded. He did not deny that Yuanshi's character was indeed good. After accepting this gift, they became master and disciple.

For several days in a row, Murong Ji has been explaining the two magical powers of the Six Treasury Immortal Thief and Swallowing the World with Qi. Now, it should be called the Nine Breaths of Submission.

When they had nothing to do, they took the three little foxes to listen together. This was the second magical power Murong Ji taught them.

As for Nuwa... just ignore her. She is a saint, why does she need these little things from her?
Murong Ji opened his eyes, glanced outside the door, and then flicked his finger.

"Ouch!"

With a "thump", Nuwa was thrown onto her buttocks by the force. Her head and buttocks were in pain and she didn't know where to rub for a moment.

"How stingy! Jiang! Am I still your disciple? You teach others but not me!"

Murong Ji slowly exhaled, "You are my ancestor! Alright! Get out of here! Otherwise..."

"Hmph! Who cares!"

Nuwa pouted, kicked away the protruding bricks at the door, and walked towards the back hall with a bitter face.

As he walked, he muttered, "If I had known he was so powerful, I would have been more respectful to him!"

As I walked, tears began to fall. I felt really bad being excluded and bullied by my master.

After finishing today's sermon, Murong Ji returned to the room and saw Chang Xi sitting aside reading a book. He walked over to take a look and found that it was the "Tao Te Ching".

But he sat aside and did not disturb her.

"You bullied that little disciple again?" Chang Xi suddenly said.

Murong Ji was a little surprised. He turned around and saw Chang Xi's inquiring eyes. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

"Why would I bully her?"

Chang Xi turned a page of the book, "Your little disciple is called Nvwa, but is she the reincarnation of Nvwa who came into the world to experience tribulations?!"

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. How could someone have seen through it? ! ! I'm in trouble! Without waiting for a denial, Chang Xi continued, "I went to Nuwa Palace. Nuwa has already fallen into disaster."

"You hid it really well. Fuxi and Nuwa... the human race made you... a human!"

Murong Ji sighed softly, went up to hug Chang Xi, and said, "The road has been continued, let it go..."

Chang Xi was silent for a long time, resting his head on Murong Ji's lower abdomen, and then said: "You want me..."

Murong Ji was stunned, and picked up Chang Xi. It suddenly rained that night. The sound of rain hitting the banana leaves was urgent, and the water on the eaves was gurgling...

At midnight, Murong Ji suddenly woke up. For some reason, he felt a little palpitating, as if his end was near.

Murong Ji glanced at Chang Xi who was sleeping beside him, slowly exhaled, quietly got up, stood in front of the window, and remained silent.

At that moment, he felt extremely sensitive, which made him feel a little uneasy.

Eight Views Palace.

Taiqing Laozi stood in front of the Bagua furnace and exhaled a long breath.

"Fellow Daoist, do you... know your past, future, and present?"

The flame in the Bagua furnace slowly went out, and a figure emerged from it, and then the Bagua furnace fell into complete darkness.

As soon as the flame in the stove went out, a chill spread out.

This kind of cold is not the kind of cold in the ordinary sense, but a kind of coldness, a feeling, or psychological coldness.

It was still pitch black inside the Bagua Furnace, as if no one was inside. If it weren't for the breathing sounds inside, no one would have thought that there was someone inside.

In the darkness, a figure became clearer and clearer.

She was slender and beautiful, standing there suddenly. Although it was dark, her graceful figure could be seen.

In the darkness, a pair of bright eyes slowly lit up, their gaze was clear and firm, exactly the same as Murong Ji's. His eyes were like sharp swords, yet seemed somewhat dashing.

"Fellow Daoist, this is the first time we meet. I am honored to meet you." Taiqing Laozi shook off the dust, placed it on his right elbow, raised one palm, and bowed.

"Who are you?" The voice in the gossip stove was like broken ice in the winter snow, pleasant to hear, but still chilling to the heart.

"I am Taiqing, a saint in this world."

"Saint?" The woman was a little unclear about what the concept of a "saint" was, but she was not in a hurry.

"Give me a piece of clothing." Taiqing Laozi slapped his forehead, then suddenly said, "It is my negligence, Taoist friend, please wait a moment."

Then he brought over a purple wooden tray, on which was a set of women's clothing.

Taiqing Laozi turned his head to look to the left, then bent down and handed the tray into the Bagua furnace.

Listening to the rustling sound inside, he slowly closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Not long after, a woman walked out of the stove. What caught people's attention most was her eyebrows and eyes.

It was truly like a sharp sword, and extremely similar to Mu Yunji's eyes.

His eyes were like swords, a sharp look that only a sword cultivator with extremely high skills like Murong Ji could have.

Then there was her frosty temperament, which gave people a feeling of being a thousand miles away, as if she was a fairy from heaven who had accidentally landed on earth.

The white dress makes her skin look even fairer, and there is a faint hint of pink on her snow-white skin.

It is like a piece of beautiful jade, or like a fairy falling into the mortal world.

In this ancient world, there are many women with such beautiful faces, such as Changxi and Xihe. Those who practice pure cultivation are no worse than this woman.

But it's rare to find someone as cold as her.

"Fellow Daoist, are you a sword cultivator?! Acquired sword art?!!" Taiqing Laozi frowned slightly and pulled his beard. After a burst of pain, he came to his senses and then frowned to think carefully.

The woman didn't say much. She carefully looked around and after making sure the old man was safe, she looked around herself.

She felt somewhat familiar with this dress, a long robe with wide sleeves and golden cloud patterns, which was the common attire of many disciples in Qingyun Sect.

[Qingyunmen? What is that place? ]

The woman couldn't help but frown, as if she was somewhat familiar with it, but she also didn't know much. It was so hazy, as if she was always living in someone else's memory.

She seemed to know a lot of things, but also knew nothing. It seemed as if she was born to be this way or that, but also as if she shouldn't be this way.

[I should have my own...my own...]

"What's your name, fellow Taoist?"

The woman suddenly came to her senses and looked up at the Taiqing Master in front of her. She still frowned and was silent for a while before she slowly said, "Lu Xueqi."

"Do you know your past?"

The woman frowned slightly, then shook her head.

Taiqing Laozi smiled and asked again: "Then do you know who Murong Ji is?"

Lu Xueqi raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes brightened up, and she was a little excited, but she quickly hid it and said calmly, "It's my husband."

Taiqing Laozi smiled but said nothing. After a long silence, he sighed and said, "I am not a bad person, but I am with that man Jiang..."

"Uh... it's just that your husband Murong Ji has a dispute with the Dao. He fabricated you not to be disrespectful to you, but to prevent him from succeeding the Dao."

While Taiqing Laozi was speaking, Lu Xueqi also figured out some things, and looked at Taiqing Laozi with murderous eyes.

Then he realized that he had not yet reached the level of cultivation and should not show his hostility.

"Daoyou Lu, you are not actually the wife of Ren Jiang. Your body was made by me using a part of Daoyou Xihe's essence to imitate the acquired human race."

"The soul is made of Xihe's consciousness combined with the memories of Daoist Jiang. You feel like you are living in someone else's memory right now, is that right?"

Lu Xueqi frowned slightly, not knowing what she was thinking, and just nodded.

Taiqing Laozi sighed, "I will tell you my origins, so you don't need to find them yourself. You are Lu Xueqi, and you are also Xihe. I made a deal with Xihe, and you have to repay my karma."

"How about this, we make a deal. I'll send you to find him, and you try to get in touch with him. If you fall in love with him, then we've ended the cause and effect."

"If you still don't like him, help me stop him from achieving enlightenment. After this is over, we'll have severed our karmic relationship. How do you think that is?"

Lu Xueqi frowned and thought carefully. She had just arrived in this world and she didn't know what to do. What kind of life was it to live in other people's memories?

She only knew that the original Lu Xueqi shouldn't be confused? Hesitant? No, no, no, Lu Xueqi would also be confused, that was all the filter Murong Ji added to her.

"We agreed that you wouldn't tell anyone about your origins..."

"it is good."

"I'll take you to see him right away."

The night is slightly chilly.

Murong Ji walked out of the house, stood in front of the Qingyun Courtyard, and looked up at the moon in the sky.

For some reason, the panic in my heart became more and more intense, a feeling of anxiety and fear lingered in my heart and could not be dispelled.

The torture and grinding made Murong Ji feel a little overwhelmed. He slowly exhaled a breath and could only stare at the moon in the sky in a daze.

"Are you looking at the moon or Wang Shu?"

Murong Ji turned around slightly and saw Chang Xi leaning against the door frame in his middle shirt, looking at him with a bad look on his face.

Murong Ji sighed. What kind of person was he? He was an unlikable villain, and he never expected a woman to like him.

How many people are like Tu Shan Rongrong?
(End of this chapter)