Unable to distinguish between good and evil, unable to distinguish between right and wrong, this was the definition of a 'fool'. Moreover, this person was also known as a 'weapon refining fanatic'. It was said that he did not have any relatives or friends in his eyes and was always immersed in the art of weapon refining. In order to forge a peerless heavenly weapon, he dared to try anything and was willing to pay any price.
He gave people the impression that he was above the common populace. Whether it was his personality, appearance, or his fluttering clothes, they all revealed a clear sense of alienation. In the entire capital of the Chong Hua Kingdom, almost no one was willing to talk to him. Of course, he did not want to talk nonsense with others either. The only one who persistently stuck to him was —
"Fourth Uncle!!"
Yue Chenqing was pleasantly surprised. She hurriedly ran towards him, wanting to hug him.
'Infatuated Immortal' Murong Chuyi calmly took a step back, avoiding his little nephew who was rushing towards him. He pulled out the horsetail whisk from his arm and swept it. A strong wind blew in all directions, and a circle of white smoke appeared around Li Qingqian, easily trapping him within.
"Fourth Uncle, Fourth Uncle! You're finally here! So you're in the capital! That's great! Great! "
Mo Xi and Murong Lian felt that Yue Chenqing was really pitiful. Like a happy puppy, he expressed his excitement, joy, and dependence towards Murong Chuyi. However, Murong Chuyi acted as if he could not hear or see anything. He turned his gaze towards the Sword Spirit.
That pair of glassy eyes swept across Li Qingqian and said, "That's right.
"It's a good sword."
It turned out that he did not care about Li Qingqian at all. He only cared about the sword, Hongshao.
"What a pity."
With a wave of the horsetail whisk, the blood curse that Yue Chenqing had spent a lot of effort to draw appeared out of thin air under Li Qingqian's feet.
Murong Chuyi's words were clear as he read aloud, "The sovereign's blood enters the cauldron, and the sovereign's skeleton builds the sword. Three feet of water in the box was once the person in the dream. Monarch Soul Burial Frost Iron, I want to be the lamp … "
Yue Chenqing was used to his fourth uncle's indifference. He leaned over and said, "That's what I said just now. It's useless."
Murong Chuyi's eyelashes didn't even twitch as he continued to read, "The demonic blade is like a journey in reverse. Why not return to the mortal world?"
"!" Yue Chenqing was shocked. "Isn't it a godly weapon?"
However, Li Qingsu had already revealed a pained expression. The Red Peony Sword in her arms was overflowing with black gas. After a few moments of stagnation, the sword suddenly shattered! Shattered into thousands of fragments!
Yue Chenqing had to recite the Sword Destroying Mantra 30 times for every sentence, but Murong Chuyi only needed to recite it once …
Yue Chenqing finally reacted. "Ah … yes … this … this is Burning Nation's weapon, not God Martial Arts, but MCMAU … so, so the last sentence should be …"
Murong Chuyi's light brown eyes looked down at Li Qingsu's Sword Spirit's body. After a while, he suddenly frowned.
How strange.
After the weapon was destroyed, the Sword Spirit should have dispersed immediately. However, Li Qingsu's Sword Spirit didn't disperse. Instead, it turned from a physical entity to an illusory form. Then … before he could finish his thought, a cloud of black gas suddenly shot up into the sky. It caught everyone off guard and pierced through a hole!
Yue Chenqing was shocked. "Fourth Uncle! He escaped! "
"I'm not blind. I saw it."
"Go after him!"
Murong Chuyi glanced at the cloud of black gas that had disappeared and said, "We can't catch up."
Yue Chenqing was shocked by his Fourth Uncle's simple, straightforward, and honest manner.
Murong Chuyi raised his hand to cast a spell, causing the remaining hilt of the Red Peony Sword to float. Then, he pinched it with two fingers and looked at it carefully.
Yue Chenqing mumbled, "What's going on? Why is there a bit of the hilt left? Shouldn't it have completely disappeared? Why didn't the Sword Spirit disappear immediately? "
Murong Chuyi looked at the broken sword and said, "His obsession is too deep. He has become a Sword Demon. If he doesn't understand, he won't disappear. "
Yue Chenqing shouted, "Oh no! Fourth Uncle! He said he wants to go out and kill people! Doesn't that mean he won't disappear until he kills the people he wants to kill? "
Mo Xi also asked, "Is there another way to solve this?"
"There is." Murong Chuyi threw the broken piece of the Red Peony Sword back into his white satin Qiankun bag and answered, "We have to find a way to make him feel that this is no longer his obsession."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the cave. After taking a few steps, he stopped and said, "If you want to stop him, please follow me back to the Yue Mansion."
Yue Chenqing hurriedly followed him. "Fourth Uncle, you don't have to invite me. I'll go home with Fourth Uncle."
Murong Chuyi's white robe fluttered in the wind and the silk ribbon on his crown swayed. He looked like a celestial being riding the waves. However, it was as if he was selectively deaf. He didn't even glance at Yue Chenqing.
"…" Mo Xi looked at the situation in front of him and sighed in his heart. Friendship in the world is indeed the most unreasonable thing.
Jiang Yexue treated his half-brother, Yue Chenqing, so well. He was gentle and kind. He always thought of Yue Chenqing and considered Yue Chenqing's interests. However, Yue Chenqing had always looked down on him and disliked him even more.
As for Murong Chuyi, his attitude towards Yue Chenqing was always so bad. To other people, he could only be described as "cold", but to Yue Chenqing, he could be described as "nasty". However, Yue Chenqing worshipped him and loved to circle around him and talk to him.
After so many years, it had never changed.
He couldn't help but think about how disappointed he was with Gu Mang and how he had already given up. However, deep in his heart, he couldn't say for sure whether or not he still had those feelings from the past.
The Yue Residence was one of the most mysterious residences in Chong Hua. In this mysterious Yue Residence, the most mysterious places were all Murong Chuyi's territories. If these territories were ranked according to how difficult it was to enter, they would probably be ranked as follows — —
Murong Chuyi's courtyard.
Murong Chuyi's study room.
Murong Chuyi's bedroom.
Murong Chuyi's weapon refining room.
The last one was simply impregnable. Other than Chi Xian himself, no one else had ever taken a step inside. There was a saying in the streets because of this: There were two places in Chong Hua that even the current ruler couldn't enter. One was Jiang Yaoshi's pill refining room and the other was Murong Chuyi's weapon refining room.
The pill refining room was poisonous.
As for the weapon refining room, even if the ruler was given a few hundred years, he still wouldn't be able to unlock it.
Murong Chuyi's skill in weapon refining was extremely high. Even the Yue Juntian himself had not been able to test his true strength.
The Yue Juntian wanted to try, but Murong Chuyi kept giving him the cold shoulder. After a few times, the Yue Juntian couldn't hold himself back anymore. In front of outsiders, he said, "Chuyi is still young after all. He doesn't dare to spar with an older master. That's pardonable, hahaha."
Murong Chuyi let him say whatever he wanted.
In any case, he didn't care what other people thought. His title of Chi Xian wasn't just for show. Murong Chuyi only loved his weapon diagrams. It was to the point where he was almost crazy. As for his reputation, friends, and relatives, they could scram as far away as possible.
When they arrived at the residence, they coincidentally bumped into Yue Chenqing's uncle who was about to leave. His eyesight wasn't very good. From afar, he could only recognize Yue Chenqing. He couldn't help but raise his voice and reprimand him, "Little bastard! You're too unreasonable! Where did you run off to? I was just about to go look for you! "
Yue Chenqing hurriedly said, "Uncle, I received orders from the ruler …"
"You little brat, your hair hasn't even grown out yet. What orders —" Before he could finish, he saw Murong Chuyi under the frosty moonlight. He couldn't help but widen his eyes, "You?"
It was no wonder that he was shocked. Although Murong Chuyi lived in the Yue residence, he almost never met anyone. If it wasn't for the fact that someone had deliberately waited for him, he probably wouldn't even be seen for two to three months. But now, not only did he appear, Yue Chenqing and a few other people followed behind him. This was even more inconceivable.
Thus, Yue Chenqing's uncle was tongue-tied for a long time before he said in shock, "You, why did you go outside?"
Murong Chuyi ignored him, but it wasn't anything good. He only coldly asked, "Am I being grounded?"
"…" Yue Chenqing's uncle was a straightforward person. His face immediately fell, "How can you say that? You're just a distant relative. I gave you some face, and you really opened a dye shop?! "
Yue Chenqing hurriedly said, "Uncle, don't be angry. Luckily, Fourth Uncle came in time today. Otherwise, I'm afraid that flower thief would have killed me."
Only then did Yue Chenqing's uncle snort like a cow's nose. He glanced at Murong Chuyi, whose robes were as white as snow, and smacked his lips twice to suppress his anger.
After a while, he squinted his blurry eyes and tried to look at the shadows behind him, "These people are …"
Murong Chuyi sneered, "Yue Laoer, don't mess around with those little traps of yours. You can't even see people's faces from a few meters away. You're not far from being blind."
Yue Chenqing heard the voice and was shocked, "Lord Wangshu?!"
Murong Chuyi laughed maliciously, "Yes, and Lord Xi He."
“！！”
Yue Chenqing's uncle was also a high-ranking noble, but compared to Xi He's Wangshu, who was at the peak of his power, he was still a level lower. He hurriedly walked down the steps to greet them, "Oh, I'm so sorry. Look at my eyes, I'm not far from being blind. Please forgive me for not welcoming you!"
When he got closer, he realized that the person standing at the back was a tall bamboo warrior. Gu Mang was tied up on top of his head.
The country's most wanted criminal appeared in such a strange position in front of him. Yue Chenqing couldn't help but be stunned. He opened his mouth wide and looked up at the beasts on the altar.
Murong Chuyi hooked his opium pipe around Yue Chenqing's neck and woke him up. He grinned at him and said, "Yue Laoer, remember to go see Pharmacist Jiang. If you're sick, get it treated early."
"Yes, yes, yes! Later, I'll ask Doctor Jiang to give me a glass eyepiece! "
Murong Chuyi let go of him and laughed, "That's a good boy. By the way, my addiction is acting up. Can you go back to the mansion and bring me a new opium pipe and some 'Transient Life Like Dreams'? "
Yue Laoer hurriedly nodded his head twice. Then he heard Murong Chuyi say lightly, "Open fire is forbidden in my courtyard."
Murong Chuyi asked curiously, "Why?"
"It will explode."
"…"
In the end, Murong Chuyi couldn't resist his curiosity. He thought to himself, Transient Life Like Dream can be fiercely pulled out if he wants to go back, but this' Addicted Immortal's' residence is something that even Jun Shang can't easily enter. Thus, he suppressed the irritation in his chest and followed Murong Chuyi through a long winding corridor. They walked to the deepest part of the Yue residence's northwest corner.
They stopped in front of a red sandalwood arch that was tightly shut. Murong Chuyi used his horsetail whisk to touch the Seven Stars Big Dipper Array embedded in the door four times in the order of Alioth, Dubhe, Alkaid, and Megrez. Four spirit stones emitted a crisp cracking sound and slowly caved in. Then, in their original positions, four palm-sized wooden figurines appeared.
They opened their tiny mouths and asked in unison, "Who's coming?"
Murong Chuyi simply said, "It's me."
A carved key appeared in each of the four wooden figurines' palms. They asked again, "How do you choose?"
Murong Chuyi casually picked up one of the keys and the wooden figurines disappeared.
Yue Chenqing's eyes widened like copper bells. Her mouth muttered something, as if she was trying to remember something. Murong Chuyi absent-mindedly twirled the opium pipe in his hand and snorted, "It's useless even if you remember. Next time, it may not be this step. Addicted Immortal, am I right? "
Murong Chuyi didn't answer. He put the key into the keyhole. With a few muffled sounds, the thick red sandalwood door opened with a rumble.
"Come in." He said lightly.
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