When Shangguan Zhengdao heard this, the heart he had just put down hung in his throat again, but his face still showed a very calm face, and his eyes did not show the slightest panic, and he looked at Murong Xiaojie with full attention.

Murong Xiaojie smiled, and then said very seriously: "Little young master, after we leave, you must be careful to watch out for Shangguan Daoyi." ”

"Shangguan Daoyi, a follower of Young Master Ben. Shangguan Zhengdao muttered softly, his face flowing with disdain.

At the same time, his hanging heart fell again, and Shangguan Zhengdao breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, nurse, I will keep an eye on that dog's legs. After Shangguan Zhengdao finished speaking, he glanced at the door, and Shangguan Daoyi should be guarding outside the door.

"No, you must keep in mind that this may be the last thing the nurse has to remember for you, and you can't be perfunctory. Murong Xiaojie accentuated her tone, word by word, for fear of missing something.

"Thank you, nurse, nurse's advice, every word is reasonable, I will take it seriously. ”

"Okay! The nurse will do everything possible to get close to Murong Linzhi. After Murong Xiaojie finished speaking, she sighed, leaving only a look of loneliness on her face.

Shangguan Zhengdao smiled, took out a gift bag, solemnly handed it to Murong Xiaojie.

Murong Xiaojie took the bag and gently opened the mouth of the bag, a strange fragrance came to her nose, Murong Xiaojie quickly held her breath and quickly sealed the mouth of the bag.

The strange fragrance drifted away, and the two people in the room began to breathe.

"Little master, you only have to leave this matter to the old man to deal with. Murong Xiaojie's breathing returned to normal and asked.

"There is nothing else to this and nothing else. Shangguan Zhengdao's spirit began to fly.

"Then the old body can go out?" Murong Xiaojie didn't look at Shangguan Daoyi again, staring at the wooden door of the tea room with a pair of eyes.

"Nurse, let's go! I want to rest here for a while. Seeing Murong Xiaojie's attitude at the moment, Shangguan Zhengdao felt that he had lost something important.

The excitement that had just risen was suddenly extinguished by something, and he felt his whole body full of strength, and his body fell into the seat of the tea room.

Shangguan Zhengdao was not in the mood to go outside, so he accompanied the six followers to have a final lunch, and stayed in the tea room alone, drinking tea silently.

Murong Xiaojie came outside and joined five followers, including Shangguan Hongjiang, Shangguan Honghe, and Shangguan Honghu, and the six of them sat around and were relatively speechless.

At this moment, they are in Fumanlou as the host, eating their last lunch. After leaving today, they went up to Fumanlou again, and their identities changed.

Shangguan Daoyi did not have a dinner with six followers, the Tao was different, the identity was different, the status was not high, and the circle formed was also different.

The cultivation of the six followers is not to fall, he can only look up, but now, he only looks down on the six followers, and only despises and disdains them.

Everyone was so preoccupied that it didn't take much time to lunch, and after lunch, the six followers went downstairs in silence.

Shangguan Zhengdao stayed in the tea room and did not meet with the followers, who looked back at Fumanlou and got into the beast cart.

In the car, Shangguan Dao closed his eyes and recuperated, and when he saw everyone getting into the car, he ordered the coachman to drive and left in a hurry.

He led the six people to the handed over shop, and the six of them worked with the shop, and from now on, they would never have anything to do with the Shangguan family.

The six of them were in a heavy mood, but they didn't speak, and there were dozens of people standing in their shop, and they glanced at each other one by one, and they all knew each other, all of them were followers of cultivation.

Back then, they were all important figures in the Shangguan family. Of course, that is in the past tense, the master died on the battlefield, and they became rootless duckweed, ridiculed.

Murong Xiaojie took a closer look and found that she was the only woman here, and she smiled slightly at everyone, but that smile was more ugly than crying.

Everyone was worried in their hearts, they were a veritable waste, the master family was like a waste to them, and they didn't know what happened to the new owner.

Although in the family, there are different opinions on the new owner's reputation, some people praise him as a saint, and some people say that he is a fool.

Each has its own opinions, each has its own evidence, and the public says that the public is justified, and the opinions are never unified.

Now, we will find out what kind of person the new owner will be in a moment. What life will be like in the second half of his life depends on the face of the new owner.

Murong Xiaojie came from the Murong family, and although she was a servant, her mother regarded her as a sister, and she knew the Murong family very well.

It was precisely because she knew so well that Murong Xiaojie's heart was even more uneasy. It is true that the Murong family is a well-deserved overlord in Yunjun, but there is constant internal competition and contradictions.

Murong Linzhi, she has also heard of it, and he also has a lot of origins, the last beast tide, Murong Linzhi's parents, saved her and her husband from the mouth of the beast.

This kindness, the couple has not repaid it, Murong Feihu and his wife died in the beast tide, and Murong Lin was raised by the patriarch Murong Tian.

Ten years passed in a blink of an eye, and Murong Lin grew up, but the husband and wife cultivated to fall, turned into mortals, a waste couple, and it was difficult to protect themselves.

"Is Zhi'er really able to support so many cultivators who have fallen?" Murong Xiaojie muttered in her heart, Murong Lin Zhi was born on the battlefield, and the midwife was Murong Xiaojie, and she had already regarded Murong Lin Zhi as her own.

Except for her husband Shangguan Hong, almost everyone else died on the battlefield.

And the person in question, Murong Lin Zhi, because he was just born and didn't know about the world, he wouldn't know about it either.

Murong Xiaojie has nothing to do in her life, and there are only two who are regarded as sons and nephews, a young master Shangguan Zhengdao, and one is the son of Engong, the strange Murong Lin Zhi.

When she heard that Shangguan Zhengdao was going to deal with Murong Lin Zhi, Murong Xiaojie's heart ached, didn't she want to force her left hand to cut off her right hand?

Murong Xiaojie was very helpless, she really couldn't decide to choose, and when she came to the store, her heart was like a pool of stagnant water, but her face was forced to be happy.

Shangguan Honghai saw his wife's abnormality, but it was difficult to ask in public, so he had to wait patiently.

Time passed minute by minute, and the Murong family finally came.

Murong Xiaojie raised her head to identify that almost all of the people who came were new faces, and only one person knew them.

"Elder Tianwu, the powerful elder of the family elbow, and the follower of Murong Tian. Murong Xiaojie breathed a sigh of relief, the Murong family attached great importance to this matter.

Suddenly, Murong Xiaojie was startled, looking at Ji Xiang, forty, forty-one and dumbfounded.

Murong Xiaojie practiced the art of the soul, and when Murong Lin was born, the first person he saw after opening his eyes was Murong Xiaojie.

Murong Xiaojie let him make the first voice in this world, although Murong Linzhi didn't know about these things, but Murong Xiaojie was very familiar with Murong Linzhi, especially the soul.

Murong Xiaojie found that Murong Linzhi's soul was different, if he was not the son of Engong, Murong Xiaojie would definitely do everything possible to get him to his side, like a guinea pig, and study it carefully.

Murong Xiaojie didn't act, but Murong Linzhi's soul aura had been deeply engraved into her memory and would never be forgotten.

In Murong Xiaojie's life, she met two people with different souls, one was Murong Lin Zhi, and the other was Shangguan Daoyi.

Murong Linzhi is the son of Engong, and from the bottom of her heart, she secretly regards him as her own, Murong Xiaojie only loves Murong Linzhi, and of course she will not treat him as a guinea pig.

And when she met Shangguan Dao, Murong Xiaojie's cultivation had fallen to the dust, although she had the mind to study Shangguan Dao's soul, but she had more than enough heart and not enough strength.

Therefore, Murong Xiaojie left Shangguan Zhengdao and asked him to be careful to beware of Shangguan Daoyi, but although Shangguan Zhengdao was full of promises, Murong Xiaojie did not know whether he entered with his left ear and went out with his right ear.

And at this moment, Murong Xiaojie saw Ji Xiang, divided into forty, forty-one, she recognized that his souls were strikingly similar, it was like a mold carved out.

And their soul aura is exactly the same as the Murong Lin Zhi in her memory, the only difference is weakness and maturity.

Ji Xiang came to the store with forty points and forty-one points, and the first thing they did was to arrange a large cover array in the backyard or back hall of the store.

With the increase in Murong Linzhi's clones, his soul followers also increased a lot, especially after the demonic power clones broke through to the core realm, the soul gold line increased by eighteen.

Eighteen soul golden threads mean that there are eighteen soul followers, plus the original nine, and the followers owned by the demon clone have reached twenty-seven.

Soul followers are different from bloodline followers, Murong Lin Zhi has arranged nine spiritual techniques in the bloodline after hard work, and bloodline followers can have nine sets of flawless spiritual skills when their bloodline awakens.

Nine sets of flawless spiritual arts, for ordinary monks in Yunjun, it was a great gift.

But for Murong Lin Zhi, who has tens of millions of sets of spiritual arts, whether it is formation techniques, swordsmanship, casting, or potions, they have all reached the sixth level, it is a drop in the bucket.

Murong Lin Zhi was single-minded, and if he wanted to spread his flawless spiritual skills to the world, it would be a little difficult to rely on bloodline followers, but soul followers would be very different.

By sharing, Murong Lin Zhi was able to quickly transmit the spiritual skills in his mind to his soul followers.

In the past, by increasing the number of clones, the number of soul followers was increased, but now the number of soul followers has also increased by increasing the number of soul followers.

Forty points are distributed, forty-one points are divided to come to the county town, one is to send the third golden pill to grandpa, one a month, this is Murong Lin's promise to grandpa.

In addition, it is to increase the number of soul followers for Ji Xiang in the county town and burn the flawless spiritual art, and Ji Xiang needs more soul followers.

Ji Xiang's four spiritual power clones, for some reason, still stayed at the peak of the ninth layer of qi training, unable to break through to the Gathering Core Realm.

A large number of cultivators who fell recovered their cultivation, and as soon as they recovered, they broke through, and none of them were below the seventh layer of the polycore.

Ji Xiang and the other four spiritual power clones who practiced Qi Realm cultivation would be weak, and Murong Lin Zhi had been worried about whether these followers would be highly meritorious.