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Chapter 84 I Just Appreciate

He found an inn and ordered a few dishes, enough for him to eat.

Not long after he came up, a person sat down opposite Murong Ji, Li Qiu Shui.

Li Qiu Shui asked the waiter to bring another set of bowls and chopsticks.

The waiter happily brought the bowls and chopsticks over, bowed and asked, "Would you like to order some more?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter changed his tone after the shopkeeper greeted him, "We'll give you a few more dishes, please enjoy your meals."

Murong Ji was somewhat speechless. He glanced at the inn, which was almost full of people. All pairs of eyes were staring at Li Qiu Shui.

[These people really don't know how to live or die. This guy is a man who kills without blinking an eye. ]

Li Qiu Shui ate her meal quietly with a smile on her face, and she had an indescribable quietness.

At this moment, she really looked like a fairy who had descended to earth.

"I say, Senior, why are you entangled with me?"

Li Qiushui raised her eyes and glanced at him, "Don't you know why I came to you?"

Murong Ji was silent. He knew Xiao Wuxiang Gong and Beiming Divine Art, although he had not practiced Beiming Divine Art yet.

I have been to Langhuan Jade Cave, and there is a high probability that Li Qiushui knows about it.

"So, you regard me as your successor?"

"Are you worthy?!"

Murong Ji: "..."

Forget it. Maybe she is in late menopause. She is over 80 years old. Why bother with her?
However, these dishes were not enough for two people, so Murong Ji stood up and said, "I'll go get a few more dishes."

Li Qiu Shui didn't care and continued to eat the rest of the meal.

Suddenly, he felt something was not right. He glanced at Murong Ji. There was no trace of him in the entire inn. His eyelids drooped. "Good boy, you are trying to escape from me, right?"

Li Qiu Shui finished her meal leisurely and walked to the counter, only to find that Murong Ji had already paid the bill.

In the next few days, Murong Ji finally didn't see Li Qiu Shui again.

I let out a long sigh. It was very stressful to have such a big boss following me, and I couldn't sleep well.

Murong Ji found an inn, asked for a room with a double bed, and had a good sleep.

In the middle of the night, Murong Ji suddenly sat up, and he himself felt a little puzzled.

"Why is he just a pink one?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji was stunned, his eyes widened, what the hell was going on? ! !
Li Qiushui looks only in her early thirties, but she is actually over eighty. Who would...

[It seems that it is not impossible... Bah... I just appreciate it. ]

Six days later, Gusu

Murong Ji looked at the Gusu City in front of him and stretched lazily. He had been traveling for the past few days without a horse and had to rely entirely on martial arts, but he was exhausted.

I touched my package, which was full of books I had collected. There were very few things one person could take, so I could only pick out the important ones.

Suddenly, he remembered the poison he had been poisoned with, and when he turned over his palm, he saw that the wound had already scabbed over.

He frowned slightly, not sure whether it was because of Zhu He or because of the Golden Elixir Method.

The Quanzhen Sect's physical training is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

After walking into the city, Murong Ji did not return to Yanziwu, but went to the courtyard that he was going to buy.

After turning around several turns, I walked to the door and recalled the time when I went to see Qian Yi for medical treatment. Qian Yi said that this courtyard had a good location and had all the yin and yang and five elements.

Murong Ji took note of it. After all, the medical skills of that era were quite diverse and he knew everything. He could even make socks.

How should I put it, he has some knowledge of witch doctors, and Qian Yi has traveled all over the country, so he must have extraordinary experience.

I walked forward and pushed open the door, and saw the yard was empty and desolate, with only vague signs of human life.

Rain marks, moss, and weeds were growing wantonly. Murong Ji was somewhat stunned. How could it be like this?

The house he liked was not small and was not cheap. When he came back last time, he told Li Qingluo about it and asked her to help him keep an eye on it.

The architecture of the Song Dynasty is absolutely outstanding and second to none in the entire history of architecture.

If we sum it up in one sentence, it is: seeking complex spatial combinations of architectural units.

Very reasonable use of some space.

Therefore, most buildings in the Song Dynasty were pavilions.

Murong Ji raised his head slightly and saw the typical cross roof of the Song Dynasty architecture.

The porch with carved eaves has two floors, while the inner courtyard has three floors.

The prototype of the three-courtyard house. At that time, there were no strict scales and specifications for "entering the courtyard", and what mattered was the aesthetic feeling.

When he walked into the garden, he saw a few maids. The maid looked at Murong Ji in a daze, as she was a little at a loss as to what to do when seeing a stranger.

"Who are you! This place has been bought by someone, get out now... Lang Jun?!"

Mu Wanqing walked over with joy on her face and wanted to hug Murong Ji, but when she remembered that she was still holding the sword in her hand, she stopped.

Murong Ji didn't care about that and hugged Mu Wanqing into his arms.

Just as I was about to say something, I heard two coughs coming from the corridor behind me.

Mu Wanqing shyly pushed Murong Ji away and stood timidly behind Murong Ji.

Murong Ji looked back and saw that the scenery of the garden could be seen directly from the second floor.

Sitting there were the eldest brother Liu Guangyi and his uncle Shi Leyuan.

After bowing from a distance, he got up and went up to the attic.

When I walked in, I saw that this is actually a place for family leisure. Standing here, I can have a panoramic view of many scenic spots in Gusu City.

He glanced around and his eyes fell on the chessboard where two people were playing against each other.

"Uncle, Brother."

"came back?!"

"Ah."

"Little Junior Brother, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into that you even need to mobilize your uncle."

Murong Ji found it difficult to speak. After thinking for a while, he was about to ask for help, but Shi Yuanyi lowered his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more.

"We'll talk about it later. You can go down and rest first."

Murong Ji was a little unsure of what his uncle Shi Leyuan meant, but now only Shi Leyuan could help him clear up his doubts and give him guidance.

I was afraid that he would be unhappy and ignore me. After all, what I did after I came down the mountain...

It made him feel a little guilty.

After looking at the eldest brother, he waved his hand slightly, then picked up a chess piece and put it down.

Suddenly, Murong Ji realized that his senior brother was also over fifty years old.

After paying his respects and putting the Bei Ming Divine Art and Six Meridians Divine Sword aside, Murong Ji walked downstairs.

The two of them would help him study the martial arts. He was far inferior to them in knowledge and learning. With a few pointers from them, he could save himself several years of hard work.

He glanced at the somewhat dilapidated yard and sighed in his heart, thinking that Mu Wanqing was not a capable housekeeper after all.

For these matters, I have to go to Li Qingluo.

Turning the corner, I saw Mu Wanqing pouting her lips, looking a little aggrieved and pitiful, which made people feel distressed.

(End of this chapter)