Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 995 Rhubarb Pill is a Treasure

These disciples need to be taught little by little and guided in their practice little by little.

Many systems were paved by predecessors, and when it came to Murong Ji, he just used them directly.

The master leads the way, but the practice is up to the individual. Murong Ji only provided them with the resources and places for practice, and the degree of practice depended on their personal luck.

It was arranged that disciples would give lectures every day, explaining the methods of cultivation. When he had nothing to do, Murong Ji would also give a few lectures.

The rest of the time is reserved for answering disciples' questions or strictly enforcing the sect's rules and regulations.

All the remaining energy was used on Lu Xueqi, helping her to lay the foundation of Taoism and guiding her to practice Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism.

This set of Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism was improved upon by Murong Ji and leads directly to the origin of the Tao.

It includes the Golden Elixir Method, as well as the essence and integration of various cultivation methods he knows, which has created the current cultivation system.

To be honest, it's very difficult. There are twenty-seven levels and three major realms, and each level is almost completely different.

It is no longer the kind of Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism that is practiced by the most advanced people on the Qingyun Mountain.

He had just finished teaching his three little disciples and glanced at Lu Xueqi, who was sitting cross-legged practicing beside him, with eyes full of tenderness.

"Master~Sister Xueqi, is she also the master's wife?"

Murong Ji looked down at Tushan Yaya and rubbed her head lovingly, "Yes, from now on you can call her Master's Wife."

"Hmm~"

When I looked up, I saw Chang Jian walking in in a hurry.

Without saying a word, he handed Murong Ji a letter.

Murong Ji reached out to take it, calmed down a little, retracted his gaze, and fell on the letter paper, only to find that it was a letter between him and Fuxi.

Murong Ji frowned, and after reading it, he burned the booklet into ashes.

Then, he closed his eyes and thought. According to Fuxi's plan, can the human race defeat the dragon race? Murong Ji actually had no idea.

But if we don’t start a war against the dragon clan now, then when will we have to wait? Will we wait until the dragon clan has cleansed all the calamity energy?

Who can guarantee that things will get better in the future?

Then, with a frown on his face, Murong Ji gently turned the ring on his finger, and when the red light lit up and slowly turned blue, he said lightly: "I agree."

It won't be long.

The masters of the human race are still gathering towards the Heavenly Palace, with no intention of stopping the war.

The atmosphere in the prehistoric world seemed a little strange, and all races could feel the tense atmosphere of the impending war.

They are also watching silently...

Murong Ji also began to mobilize soldiers from the underworld.

The soldiers of the underworld moved, as if to further confirm something.

Murong Ji thought about it and decided that it would be a good idea to go to the underworld in person. While supervising the battle, he would also inform Hou Tu.

After falling into the underworld, Murong Ji walked leisurely in the underworld, entered Fengdu City, and went straight to the courtyard where Hou Tu practiced daily.

When one reaches Hou Tu's level, the usual methods of improving one's origin and foundation are no longer of much use.

It is necessary to comprehend the laws of the universe, but a part of the authority is taken ahead by Nuwa.

Murong Ji walked into the yard and saw Hou Tu sitting by the pond, quietly watching the fish swimming in the water.

Perhaps she heard the noise behind her, Hou Tu turned around and looked, her face lit up with joy, but she quickly suppressed her joy and ignored Murong Ji.

Murong Ji was a little stunned for a moment, and then he laughed. Hou Tu's behavior made him feel relieved. At least she would not be as upset as Chang Xi.

He walked behind Hou Tu and gently held her in his arms. The two were silent for a while.

"You got another little one?!"

Murong Ji glanced at Hou Tu's expression and saw nothing unusual. He then said, "Well, I fell in love with her the first time I saw her..."

Hou Tu's expression froze, and she sighed, "She is a plot by Tai Qing Laozi, you have to be careful."

"I know."

After getting the answer, Hou Tu stopped asking. If a saint wants to know something, he only needs to explore it a little bit, not to mention that it is related to himself, how can he not know it clearly.

Murong Ji picked her up gently and walked into the house.

"As soon as you come to see me, you... Are you coming to me just to solve your needs?!!" Hou Tu hugged Murong Ji's neck and reprimanded softly.

Murong Ji smiled slightly, "No, I miss you. This is just a way for me to express that I miss you."

"Can't you express it in another way?"

Murong Ji closed the door and looked at Hou Tu in his arms, his heart burning. "We have enough time, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future..."

Hou Tu suddenly realized that Murong Ji would also become a saint, and they still had a lot of time, plenty of time. "Yes, we have a long way to go."

Murong Ji suddenly stopped and stared at Hou Tu closely, which made her feel a little scared.

"Why do you look at me like that?"

"Who is Fang Chang?"

Hou Tu: "..."

The originally warm and passionate atmosphere was ruined by Murong Ji's words. Hou Tu scolded angrily: "You! You are the chief!"

"Hahaha, thank you for the compliment!"

"Bah! Shameless!" Only then did Murong Ji realize that Hou Tu was exceptionally gentle.

During a storm, the lotus leaves float gently and the water waves surge.

Murong Ji gently stroked Hou Tu's cheek and murmured, "Will it rain in the underworld?"

Hou Tu secretly spat, her face flushed, not bothering to pay attention to Murong Ji's show-off. "Would you like to drink some wine? I just learned it these years."

Murong Ji was stunned, "Okay, I'll try it."

Hou Tu pushed Murong Ji away, took out a jar of wine, bent down and took out two bowls, then poured the wine.

Murong Ji looked at Hou Tu, who was only wearing a light blue inner garment, and felt a little dazed.

This dress is a bit like the sky blue color of Ru kiln. The lining is thin and only protects important private parts.

Hou Tu's waist is tight and flexible, and her figure is even more prominent when she pours wine, making the round and plump lines of Her Highness very clear.

Some of them are addictive.

Hou Tu poured two bowls of wine, picked them up and walked to Murong Ji, "Come, drink."

Murong Ji reached out to take it, and just as he was about to put it to his mouth, he looked up and saw that Hou Tu had already drunk the wine.

Then, Murong Ji's eyes rolled, and he pulled her into his arms with his left hand, ripped open her inner clothes, which startled Hou Tu.

"What are you doing? Are you still drinking?!"

"Drink, why not drink..."

Then, the wine was poured into Wangwu and Taihang Mountains, and immediately turned into a river, rushing like the sea.

"You damned bastard! You ruined the wine I worked so hard to brew!"

Murong Ji smiled without saying a word, savoring the spiciness and sweetness of the wine.

Murong Ji fell on the bed, gently sniffing the aroma of wine in the air, which was mixed with the scent of heather, which was a bit strange.

He turned his head and looked at Hou Tu who was gradually falling asleep, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

He was aware of the Wu Clan's affairs.

Hou Tu must have known about it, but she was trying to hide it from him... He could feel that Hou Tu had her own little thoughts.

[It’s a good thing to have thoughts and ideas, but I’m afraid of the situation where I remain silent.]

When things got out of control, Hou Tu remained indifferent.

By then, Murong Ji would have to think about how to seize the power of the tunnel, and the two of them would have completely fallen out.

Then he thought of Nuwa. Houtu tricked Nuwa into falling into disaster just for the authority to paint the Great Dao of Life and Death. During this period of time, he wondered whether Houtu's comprehension of the Great Dao of Life and Death had surpassed Nuwa.

Murong Ji was also very tired. He thought that only the cows would die of exhaustion. The fields were not easy to cultivate, especially the land of the saint's family...

Murong Ji has lived in the underworld for half a year, coordinating the deployment of the ghost soldiers.

Once the soldiers and generals are transferred out of the underworld, they will only be under the command of Murong Ji and will no longer have anything to do with Hou Tu.

Watching the teams of ghost soldiers and generals coming out of the gates of hell, Murong Ji had a strange feeling. He felt like a young man who sold his body in exchange for benefits.

Especially in the past few days... Murong Ji rubbed his lower back. Even the pills couldn't keep up with the speed of replenishment... Only the Rhubarb Pill was effective, allowing Murong Ji to have the confidence to fight again and again.

Tie with Hou Tu...

[No wonder Master Tian Buyi treats the rhubarb pill like a treasure...]

Leading the army to escape... uh, out of the underworld, Murong Ji went straight to the heaven.

After reorganizing their troops, Murong Ji, Suiren and Fuxi led the human army and headed towards the East China Sea.

There are a large amount of dragon supplies stored in the East China Sea and the main force is also present, so Murong Ji is unlikely to let it go.

Fuxi and Suiren were in front and behind. Murongji was in charge of the central army, and the army attacked the East China Sea with great force.

This time, it is not like before, where you just need to win and defeat the enemy.

Instead, he planned to use the East China Sea as his base, and gradually press forward towards the North Sea, completely defeating the dragon clan's vitality, and then chase after the dragon clan's ancestral land.

The three of them didn't talk in detail, but they all had some tacit understanding in their hearts.

Wars between monks are often more brutal than those between humans.

After Murong Ji had stationed his troops there, he watched as wave after wave of soldiers sank into the seabed and set up camps underground. Then, he led the main force of the central army to move in.

Not long after entering the central military tent, an envoy from the Dragon Clan came to inquire about the reason for this war.

Murong Ji had someone fool him for a while, and then began to issue orders one after another.

Underwater battle.

For the human race, it is not of much benefit, as they do not have the advantage of terrain. However, the human race is good at fighting, especially in battle formations.

With the idea of ​​speed being of the essence in war, Murong Ji deployed his troops one after another, letting the vanguard test the fighting power of the dragon clan, and Fuxi led the vanguard to win the first battle.

The dragon clan's shrimp soldiers and crab generals were defeated by Fuxi in one fell swoop.

The vanguard of the dragon clan fled in panic, but Fuxi's battle directly settled the situation.

Soon, the war between humans and dragons spread throughout the prehistoric world.

It was beyond everyone's expectations, but also within everyone's expectations. At the same time, countless great powers from the prehistoric world came to help.

(End of this chapter)