Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 994 Saint Tribulation

Then, he flew up and headed towards Xiaozhu Peak.

Falling above the emerald green bamboo forest, looking at the waves of the entire bamboo sea, slowly swaying and surging under the moonlight.

As soon as he entered Xiaozhu Peak, the past scenes flashed before his eyes, extremely clear. Murong Ji then realized that he had always kept these memories hidden in his heart...

I dare not untie it, and I dare not forget it.

He was afraid that if he forgot, he would really not be able to find any trace of the Zhu Xian world...

With a flash of his body, Murong Ji disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he was under the Moon-Watching Platform, a famous scenic spot in Xiaozhu Peak.

Moon-viewing platform.

It is actually a cliff. Standing here and looking around, you can see the magnificent sight of "the bright moon rising over the sea".

The entire bamboo forest is like a sea of ​​blue waves. As the wind blows, the bamboo sea surges, and it looks like endless blue waves.

The bright moon above is hanging high and huge, it is truly a stunning sight.

Murong Ji walked to the pool below the Moon Viewing Platform. At first glance, he saw the water and sky connected. The reflected moonlight made it difficult to tell whether the moon was in the sky or on the ground.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

The sound of the wind stopped temporarily, and the sound of sharp wind was heard. Murong Ji looked up, but he was stunned.

Just like the scene when I saw Lu Xueqi's sword dance in Xiaofeng.

It seemed like it was just yesterday, constantly playing out in front of Murong Ji's eyes. In that short moment, he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or reality.

He couldn't even tell whether he was in the prehistoric world or on Qingyun Mountain in the Zhu Xian world!

Just watching quietly, there is no time, no space, the two worlds seem to overlap, Lu Xueqi... is still the same Lu Xueqi...

Qingyun Mountain... is still the same Qingyun Mountain...

On the Moon-Viewing Platform, as the moonlight was reflected on the lake, Lu Xueqi's sword dance was not slow, but it made people inexplicably think of a word.

Dancing.

Murong Ji lowered his head slightly, tears streaming down his face. He wiped them away again and again. He knew she was fake, but at this moment, he wished so much that she was real!
How nice it would be if she was the real Lu Xueqi.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a dream. Xiaozhu Peak, the Moon Viewing Platform, was still the sword dance under the moon...

There is nothing to say about each other, but a thousand lines of tears.

Suddenly, a momentum burst out from Murong Ji, the ninth level of Shangqing! Straight into the peak, stepping onto the threshold of Taiqing realm!
The aura all over his body surged unconsciously, causing the power of heaven and earth to surge in the entire Qingyun Mountain. A strange phenomenon suddenly occurred, and the colorful clouds in the night were like a long river.

Before I knew it, thunder rumbled from the sky.

"Crack!"

A muffled thunder echoed through the heaven and earth, and woke up Lu Xueqi who was dancing with the sword.

He came to his senses, stopped sword dancing, put the standard magic sword in his hand behind his back, stood on the moon-viewing platform and turned his head to look. He saw Murong Ji standing blankly beside the pool below.

His face was expressionless, still as cold as ice: "I thought you wouldn't come back..."

Murong Ji slowly came back to his senses and wiped the tears from his face. He knew that he must be in a very miserable state at this moment.

Meeting Lu Xueqi in this state made him feel a little nervous.

After calming down and feeling a little more at ease, Murong Ji felt much more at peace. Looking up, he saw that the thunderstorm was still brewing.

Murong Ji took a casual breath, and his energy swallowed the heaven and earth, directly swallowing all the calamity clouds into his stomach.

I look completely different from the way I look in the Zhu Xian world, even if Lu Xueqi can recognize me based on my understanding of her.

The first sentence should be: You are back.

She didn't say a single extra word. She was a person of few words. She just did what she wanted and tried not to make any noise.

What kind of person is Lu Xueqi? She never cares about other people's emotions. Except for that rebellious girl, who can make her furious, other things rarely affect her mood.

I have always licked him, licked him willingly, and he is the one I hold at the top of my heart...

Murong Ji opened his eyes and looked through Lu Xueqi above him. He looked at the soul light, which was light pink. He was a little disappointed for a moment.

He had seen this kind of soul light, Xihe...

He also understood that there would be no Lu Xueqi in this ancient world. What separated them was not a matter of time and space, but a span of countless ancient universes.

Slowly exhaling a breath of foul air, Murong Ji tidied himself up, and when he looked up at Lu Xueqi again, his voice still trembled: "Xue...Xueqi?!!"

Lu Xueqi's eyebrows were tense, and she looked at Murong Ji with some disdain, "Clean yourself up before you come see me!"

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, then he realized that the traces of his lovemaking with Chang Xi were still on his body, so he quickly turned around and entered the bamboo forest.

When he came out again, Murong Ji looked completely different.

He flew up and landed on the Moon-Viewing Platform, looking at Lu Xueqi carefully.

Then, he discovered some problems. This Lu Xueqi was too perfect and was completely living in Murong Ji's memory.

It was as if it was tailor-made for Murong Ji.

In reality, what is Lu Xueqi like? Not perfect, she has all kinds of flaws and habitual little movements.

The two of them had quarreled over various issues before. Being too perfect seemed a bit fake.

Murong Ji calmed down for a moment, knowing that this was another question given to him by Master Taiqing. So what if it was fake?
Even though he knew it was fake, Murong Ji was willing and willing to immerse himself in it.

He slowly exhaled, stepped forward, took Lu Xueqi's hand, and asked softly: "How much do you remember?"

A little bit of telling brings a little bit of comfort.

Murong Ji used both hands to sort out Lu Xueqi's original appearance and memories deep in his heart, and with a flick of his hand, he injected this consciousness into the center of Lu Xueqi's eyebrows.

Then, he sat on the Moon-Viewing Platform in a daze, holding the sleeping Lu Xueqi in his arms. For a moment, he didn't know whether to be happy or despair.

I was happy that I got a copy of Lu Xueqi, but I was also disappointed... This wasn't the real her, was it all just a false alarm?!

It's bright.

Lu Xueqi slowly opened her eyes, only to find that Murong Ji's hand had been covering her eyes to prevent the sunlight from shining directly into her eyes and making her uncomfortable.

Lu Xueqi accepted it as a matter of course and didn't think anything of it. She stood up, straightened her clothes, then flew down from the Moon-Viewing Platform and washed her cheeks with the lake water.

He turned his head and glanced at Murong Ji, and said lightly: "Today, the last competition..."

Murong Ji nodded. Lu Xueqi had a strong personality and always wanted to be the first in everything she did, which complemented his personality. Murong Ji had no intention of competing for the first place.

After they separated, Murong Ji returned to the yard and saw Chang Xi sitting in the yard with a gloomy face.

For a moment, I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how to start.

The two looked at each other silently for a long time, and finally Chang Xi said slowly: "I saw it all, who is she?"

"My wife..."

"What about me?!" Chang Xi roared, a little hysterical.

Murong Ji sighed softly and wanted to go forward and hug her, but Chang Xi dodged him.

"The same to you!"

"Haha, Ren Jiang! You are so shameless! The desires of the human race are so abundant that they are fully displayed in you!"

"One queen and four concubines! This is the position set by the Taoist Ancestor, and you have obeyed it! Now there are still two missing! When will we sisters meet?"

"You! You're so disgusting! After making love with me, you went to find another woman while I was asleep!"

Murong Ji took a few steps forward and tried to pull her into his arms. Chang Xi struggled violently but still could not escape.

He was so angry that he could only punch Murong Ji on the chest.

Murong Ji sighed softly, "She... might be your sister. Taiqing is plotting against me... Taiqing went to Yuexing and came into contact with the laurel tree, so Wangshu..."

Chang Xi suddenly calmed down, glanced at Murong Ji indifferently, said no more, flew up, headed towards the sky, and rushed towards the Moon Palace.

Murong Ji watched Chang Xi leave in silence, and sat in Chang Xi's original position in a daze.

Does he like Changxi? Yes, Changxi tastes great and he can't stop eating it.

[What about Hou Tu? ] Murong Ji asked himself, and then sighed. He liked her, how could he not like her?
For a moment, he rubbed his forehead with a headache. He was so greedy that he wanted to take everything they had for himself.

He slowly exhaled, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Near noon, Murong Ji watched the last game, and as expected, Lu Xueqi won.

Murong Ji did not accept Lu Xueqi into his sect, but just kept her by his side without giving her any status.

The little thought hardly needs to be expressed in words, everyone already understands it.

This scene made everyone look a little ugly, but no one said anything.

It's tacit consent.

Only after Murong Ji took Lu Xueqi away did Fuxi sigh.

Suiren frowned. Murong Ji always attached great importance to the inheritance of etiquette, but it was somewhat unexpected that he did this.

"How could this be?!"

Fuxi raised his eyebrows, glanced at the direction Murong Ji left, and then glanced at his disciples Chang Qing and Chang Jian.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang's calamity has come."

“Calamity? !! The calamity of a saint!” Suiren exclaimed in a low voice, and then felt a little unbelievable. Murong Ji obviously did not become a saint, so why would there be a calamity of a saint?
Fuxi nodded, "The Demon Ancestor Luohou turned into a calamity. Since then, all kinds of calamities have come to anyone who has improved their cultivation and reached a higher realm. It is a calamity and also a test."

"A killing calamity! A human calamity! A heavenly calamity! This is only a human calamity, but it is also the most difficult. As I guessed correctly, this calamity is not only for Ren Jiang himself, but also for Hou Tu and Chang Xi."

Suiren was silent for a moment, but he had no idea what to do.

Then, he glanced at the two disciples and said in a deep voice, "Don't tell anyone about your master's tribulation!"

"Yes!" they both responded in unison.

He turned his gaze to the human ancestors on both sides who looked calm and composed, and remained silent.

The Qingyun Trial came to an end.

The final competition tested the potential of the disciples. A trial selection gathered tens of thousands of disciples.

The disciples with good qualifications were all accepted into the human race by the ancestors. As for the remaining disciples, Murong Ji asked Chang Qing to arrange for them to live in the villas on each peak.

(End of this chapter)