Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 94 Explanation
Li Qiu Shui snorted coldly and looked in another direction, which was the direction of the Xiaolanghuan Jade Cave.

Murong Ji said: "Jiumozhi, the Tubo national teacher."

The two of them didn't say anything else. They flew over silently and tacitly.

After entering the Xiaolanghuan Jade Cave, Li Qiushui took him to another room. From this room, he could clearly see Jiumozhi's every move through the line of sight.

Murong Ji was stunned. This place was great. Li Qiu Shui looked so familiar with it. It was obvious that she had lived here for a period of time in the past.

Murong Ji quietly handed the Xiao Wuxiang Gong to Li Qiushui, and signaled her to put it where Jiumo Zhineng could see it.

Li Qiu Shui raised her eyebrows slightly and flipped through the martial arts techniques, only to find that Murong Ji's heart was much dirtier than hers.

Internal force slowly emerged from Li Qiu Shui's palms, and that internal force moved according to her will. This was the Baihong Palm force.

Bai Hong's palm power slowly lifted the book and slowly placed it on the table, truly silently.

Murong Ji was really enlightened. This old monster's moves were so skillful and amazing.

If this was a sneak attack... Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. He thought of Wuyazi. Did Wuyazi fall for this trick?
Li Qiu Shui frowned slightly. Murong Ji looked at him with a strange expression, which was different from the lustful look he gave other men.

His eyes were full of vigilance, and even something else that made her feel a little disgusted.

Seeing Jiumozhi pick up the book and flip through it, Murong Ji suddenly slapped his forehead, thinking how stupid it was, it would be great to smear some poison on it at this time!
Being a villain yourself is not qualified!
For people like them, the quality of martial arts is just a matter of a few glances.

Jiumozhi curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, put the book in his arms, glanced around carefully, left the Langhuan Jade Cave, and then disappeared.

Li Qiushui looked Murong Ji up and down. How could he be as the rumors said? Somehow he was seriously injured or beaten to death.

In her opinion, it was actually a great improvement in her skills!

Murong Ji exhaled and walked outside.

At the same time, he asked, "When will the senior go to Lingjiu Palace?"

There was no response. When I turned around, Li Qiu Shui had already walked a long way away and I could only see a white figure.

That night, Li Qiu Shui left Mantuo Villa without leaving anything behind.

Murong Ji put down the teacup and looked at Li Qingluo on his left, who was still sobbing, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

I really couldn't say anything to comfort him at this moment, so I just sat aside and treated him as a trash can.

"I know she is my mother, I remember..."

"They scolded her and called her a slut, but she is my mother..."

"It's not easy for a woman to live in this world. She doesn't ask for much, just to have someone who loves her. Why is she just like that..."

"Men are all heartless! Duan Zhengchun! Wang Shen! All they care about is their power and official positions!"

……

Li Qingluo's incessant chattering, accompanied by her sobbing, also made Murong Ji feel a little bad.

The grievances and grudges of their generation are hard to sort out and explain...

As the saying goes: There must be something hateful about a pitiful person, and there must be something miserable about a hateful person.

Murong Ji sighed softly, "Aunt, it's getting late. Go to bed early. Maybe she has something to do. I'll be back soon after I finish my business."

Li Qingluo wiped away her tears. She and her daughter had a very hard life. When they met the men they loved, they were both let down. They took a wrong step and wanted to turn back, but it was too late.

Suddenly, Li Qingluo thought of her daughter. Her daughter also looked at Murong Fu foolishly. What kind of look was that?

Murong Fu was just like his father, a heartless man. Wang Zhixian had put her trust in the wrong person. They had been married for thirty years. Thirty years was enough to make one feel attached to a dog! The people of the Murong family seemed to be cold-hearted by nature.

There are exceptions... Turning to look at Murong Ji, he choked up and said, "I treat you as my own son, and this Mantuo Villa will also be yours in the future."

"Can you agree to one request from your aunt?"

Murong Ji was startled, then nodded, "Just follow my aunt's instructions."

Li Qingluo wiped away her tears with her sleeve, and the makeup on her face was smudged, revealing her originally fair and tender skin.

Murong Ji was a little confused. Was Li Qiushui's genes so good? Look, Li Qingluo is already over 40 years old, but her skin is still so...

"If Yuyan is not doing well in the future, you should take her back and give her a piece of land in Mantuo Villa to spend the rest of her life there, okay?"

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, "Okay, she is my sister, I will not let her suffer any injustice."

The two were silent for a long time. Murong Ji didn't know how to comfort his aunt. How to coax her? He always felt that it was not appropriate.

If it were in later generations, people could play around with their aunts freely, but in the Song Dynasty, there were many restrictions.

"Aunt, go to bed early."

"Nephew, you know what mother is going to do, right?"

Murong Ji was startled, thought about it, and nodded: "I know."

Li Qingluo's eyes lit up, "Then, then you go and help her, okay..."

Murong Ji looked at Li Qingluo's cautious look and felt unhappy. She treated him very well and even took on the role of a mother, compared to Wang Zhixian's laissez-faire attitude.

She is really protective of her own child.

"Aunt, you don't have to do this. I'll go help her."

Li Qingluo's tears fell again. She hugged Murong Ji and patted his back like she did when he was a child, "I knew it... I knew it..."

"Don't worry, with my aunt here, the Murong family won't be in chaos. My aunt may not be very capable, but she has connections, which are enough to hold on until you come back."

Then he let go of Murong Ji, gently pushed him and said, "Go and rest."

Murong Ji nodded, walked back to the room, and let out a long breath.

Noon the next day.

Mu Wanqing came over with a letter in her hand and stuffed it into Murong Ji's hand.

Murong Ji touched the envelope. Wow, it’s quite thick.

After opening it, I found that this was the commentary on the Beiming Divine Art and the Six Meridians Divine Sword. I read it carefully and found that the front part was the commentary written by Shi Yuan.

As for the Six Meridians Divine Sword, I used the method of practicing the Six Internal Organs and supplemented it with some Buddhist knowledge, trying to explain it in words that Murong Ji could understand.

It is enough to see his intentions.

The following is the interpretation of the scriptures by the eldest brother Liu Guangyi, which is full of Taoist terminology. If he had not studied with Zhang Boduan for two years, he really would not have been able to understand it.

Finally, the eldest brother gave another piece of advice.

[Junior brother, Taoist Chunyang's swordsmanship is unparalleled. If you haven't inherited his skills, don't practice too hard.]

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. Since the eldest senior brother had given him this instruction in private, he must have known something, or the master must have said something about it.

(End of this chapter)