I can't live forever, so I have to reincarnate infinitely

Chapter 425: Patriarch, take away your magical powers soon

"Is this happening? Why...why does he know your name?" Zhou Muzhi asked.

Xiaoli lowered her head and replied: "Back to the boss, I don't know why."

"And he wants you to make him a cup of jasmine-scented Siming tea?"

"Yes."

"This kind of tea is fried using a special technique. Only our Four Principles Sect has it. It was taught by our ancestors, and it means 'Four Principles and Four Mings'. How did he know about it?"

Xiaoli knew that Zhou Muzhi was not asking himself, but talking to himself, sorting out his thoughts, so he said nothing.

When Zhou Muzhi was thinking, his long eyebrows were deeply frowned, and there was some lingering haze in his eyes.

Others only see the prosperity of Sili Sect, like burning oil cooking oil, flowers blooming brocade, the six major knots are prosperous, and the masters of knots are still young, Yuanying has hope.

Externally, the Four Reasons Sect has many friends but no enemies. The Shengxia Sect is a loyal ally of the Four Reasons Sect, and the behemoth Qingxu Chamber of Commerce also takes great care of the Four Reasons Sect.

However, as the leader, he knows how many traps and dangers lie ahead.

Let’s not talk about the distant situation, let’s talk about the turmoil that is brewing in the sect.

I don't know since when, a rumor began to spread among the sect: it was said that the patriarch left a baby-forming spiritual object, and that he, Zhou Muzhi, had secretly swallowed this baby-forming spiritual object.

Think about it, how vicious this rumor is?
Many years ago, they, the orphans, were satisfied just to have a sect as a place to settle down.

But now, they have learned to fight for power and profit...

Zhou Muzhi couldn't help but think of something his ancestor once said inadvertently when he was giving a lecture to them: People will always change.

There are very few people who can never forget their original intention.

With a sigh, Zhou Muzhi put away his thoughts and said, "Let's go and meet him with me."

"Yes."

As soon as he stood up, Zhou Muzhi said "Huh" in surprise.

"What's wrong, leader?" Xiaoli didn't understand.

Zhou Muzhi composed himself and said with a smile, "It's nothing."

Just now, he felt that there was a subtle change in the sect's mountain-protecting formation... Was it an illusion?
He is not an array mage, he is just in charge of the array as the leader, so he is not sure.

"It's not good!" Following this panic shouting, a disciple hurriedly ran over, "Master, it's not good!"

"Why are you so flustered? It's inappropriate! Calm down and speak slowly!" Zhou Muzhi scolded unhappily.

"Master," the disciple said as if he had just recovered from the shock, "the Patriarch's sword and two fourth-level magic weapons suddenly moved and flew away!"

"What?" Zhou Muzhi couldn't care less about propriety, "What's going on!"

"I don't know, I really don't know! Suddenly, the Patriarch's sword and the two fourth-level magic weapons started flying around, then crashed through the palace enshrining his old man's relics and flew out!"

When Zhou Mu heard this, he became even more troubled. He glared at the disciple fiercely and said to Xiaoli, "Come with me and have a look."

Xiaoli followed him and walked a few steps, but found that Zhou Muzhi was not going to the palace where the ancestor's relics were enshrined, nor to the guest room where the master Sui Xiao was entertained. She couldn't help but wonder: "Master, where are we going?"

Zhou Mu said nothing.

He walked around to a small stone house behind the leader's residence, which few people knew was the centerpiece of the mountain-protecting formation.

"Wait for me here." Zhou Muzhi asked Xiaoli to stay outside the stone house, and he went in to take a look.

Soon Zhou Muzhi came out, and Xiaoli noticed that although the leader pretended to be relaxed, there was a hint of worry between his eyebrows. It was difficult for someone who was not familiar with it to notice.

Leader, what's going on?
"Let's go meet that person." Zhou Muzhi showed a smile that he thought was normal, but in the eyes of people who knew him well, he looked worried.

"Yes, Master."

Xiaoli has been a very well-behaved girl since she was a child, so after losing her parents, there are still some people who are willing to help her, so that she can occasionally get some food to comfort her stomach, so that she will not starve to death.

Until Li Fei discovered that she had the qualifications to practice... Before that, her life was certainly not good, but it was better than many of her peers.

Unfortunately, after she started practicing, she discovered that her qualifications were actually mediocre, and her understanding was not outstanding.

In this life, there is little hope of forming an elixir.She is obviously about the same age as her, and the child she was adopted with has already formed a core, but she is still not above or below, and has just entered the late stage of foundation building.

But Xiaoli was already satisfied.

When she was a teenager and hungry most of the time, how could she have imagined that she would have such a good life?
She saw Zhou Muzhi's worries in her eyes and was anxious in her heart.

The last thing she wanted was for the sect to have problems.

Because this is her home, the place where she lives; it is also her destination, the place where she will be buried after her death.

It's a pity... Xiaoli complained to herself that she didn't practice hard enough and her cultivation was too poor. When the leader was worried, she couldn't do much to help.

Xiaoli silently followed Zhou Mu to Zhenren Sui Xiao's room.

As soon as she walked in, Xiaoli was dumbfounded.

what's the situation?
I saw the "Jinhuan" flying sword among the ancestor's relics and two other fourth-level magic weapons, all flying around Master Sui Xiao, as if he was extremely happy.

Xiaoli rushed forward and shouted: "Don't touch the relics of our ancestor!"

"Xiao Li!" Zhou Muzhi stopped Xiao Li, his face solemn and heavy, and he took a step forward and said: "This is the relic of the founder of our sect. Why is it here with fellow Taoist? I wonder if you can give an explanation? If Taoist You regard the Four Principles Sect as nothing. There are hundreds of monks in the Four Principles Sect, and they don’t mind the blood spattering five steps! Even if the Taoist friends have strong spells, the disciples of the Four Principles Sect are never afraid and use their lives to maintain the dignity of the sect!"

Du Youqian looked at this child... Yes, he had seen Zhou Muzhi when he was a child.

Seeing this majestic man at this time, the face of the stubborn and alert child still appeared in Du Youqian's mind.

He couldn't help but smile, "Sanlang... Sanlang, do you still remember why I named you Zhou Muzhi?"

Zhou Muzhi took a step back in disbelief, his eyes uncertain, but his heart was vaguely excited.

He felt his mouth was dry and his tongue was a little unruly, so he unconsciously said in a vibrato: "You, you are..."

Du Youqian said with a smile, "I said, you are the calmest among these children. If I leave in the future, Li Fei will be gone too. I hope you can manage this big family well so that everyone will not be bullied and can stand upright." In the human world. Therefore, I named you Mu Zhi. Those disciples are sheep, and you are the shepherd I chose."

Zhou Muzhi could no longer control himself and knelt down with tears in his eyes: "Grandmaster! You are back! I just saw the formation vibrating slightly, as if it was rejoicing for something, and I thought it was strange. Grandmaster!"

He knocked his head heavily on the ground, "Welcome the Patriarch back to the mountain!"

On the contrary, Xiaoli was still a little wary. She pulled Zhou Muzhi, but he didn't pull. In desperation, she said to Du Youqian: "What about me? Why don't you give me a name?"

Du Youqian looked at her funny, "Because the name Xiaoli is very nice! Everyone has become accustomed to calling it Xiaoli over the years. If you firmly don't want to change your name, I can only give up."

Xiaoli somewhat believed it, but not completely, and said timidly: "Then the sword you used when you killed Wen Wuxin, can you still use it?"

Du Youqian shook his head and smiled. With a finger, the "Jinhuan" sword immediately stopped dancing, full of killing intent.

A sharp sword intent stabbed Xiaoli's skin painfully.

She immediately knelt down in fright and shouted: "Master, please take away your magical power!"

"This is called Shuishui Sword Intention," Du Youqian said lightly, "I'm a little disappointed that you haven't understood this sword intention after practicing for so long."

Xiaoli said aggrievedly: "My disciple's qualifications are not good, so he spends all his time practicing."

Du Youqian smiled and said: "Chatting with Xiao Su and Xiao Wei is considered cultivation? Then you are practicing really hard."

Xiaoli's pretty face turned red and she lowered her head, no longer having any doubts in her heart.

Zhou Muzhi wiped away his tears, said with red eyes and a hoarse voice: "Master, please take over the position of head again and lead the Four Sects to glory!"

Du Youqian smiled and shook his head: "Why should I be the leader? You are doing a good job. All I need is a quiet room where I can practice in peace. If the sect encounters any difficulties, I will take action."

Although he believed in Zhou Muzhi, it was better to say some things clearly. After all, people's hearts are fickle.

Telling Zhou Muzhi in advance that he is not coming back to seize power will reduce unnecessary friction.

Although Zhou Muzhi certainly didn't dare to resist, there are some things where if you do things passively, the effect will be much worse than being proactive.

Zhou Muzhi tried to persuade him a few more times, but when he saw Du Youqian's firm attitude, he stopped persuading him.

"By the way, where has Li Fei been all these years?" Du Youqian asked.

(End of this chapter)