Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Mu Jiaoman was sitting on an empty cart. The bumpy roads in Shanyue made him irritated by the shaking and shaking. The scene on the white jade platform was always repeated over and over again in front of him.

Lifting the car curtain, Mu Jiaoman looked at the scorching sun in the sky, looking at the dry and cracked earth, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"It's been a long time since it rained!"

"Come back to me, Marshal, there hasn't been a drop of rain in four months!"

Mu Jiaoman thought for a while, waved to the people below, and said loudly:

"Pull back the defense line in the east, drive the refugees eastward, and let them do harm to strangers."

The people below hesitated for a moment and replied:

"As soon as the defense line on the east side is withdrawn, if Li Xiangping escapes..."

"That bitch is dead!"

Mu Jiao Manhao roared, anger rising from his heart. You Zi suddenly jumped out of the car, grabbed the man's neck, and yelled:

"How many times have I told you, that bastard is dead! Dead! Dead! Dead!"

After saying this, his eyes were red with anger, and he was about to punch out, but he saw all the people around him kneeling down like straw blown by the wind, and shouted in unison:

"Meet the king!"

Mu Jiaoman shuddered and slowly raised his head. He saw Jia Nixi, who was Takong Yuqi and looking at him coldly. He waved away the man and hurriedly knelt down, his forehead pressed tightly to the ground, his hands The lips are white.

"Your Majesty!"

Jianixi walked up to him step by step, looked at him quietly, suddenly raised his leg and kicked him, and said angrily:

"waste!"

The Mujiaoman immediately flew far away like a ball, crashing several carts. The rice grains flowed all over the ground, making the people on the left and right swallow their saliva slightly.

After rolling a few times, Mu Jiaoman quickly crawled back to Janixi and slapped his face one after another.

Jianixi lowered his eyebrows and looked at it for a while, then said with an angry smile:

"You're just a baby, you mobilized an army and mobilized a lot of people, you can't even touch his tail, and you have to ask a witch to curse him to kill him. You really are a waste, Mu Jiao Man."

Mu Jiao numbly slapped his hands and listened to the top of his head, Gani Xi, whispering:

"You don't have to attend the big sacrifice in a few days. You can reflect on it in the camp."

Mu Jiaoman suddenly raised his head, his mind exploded like thunder, as if he had caught something in an instant.

Just as he was about to speak, Jianixi was one step ahead of him and punched him in the abdomen, interrupting his words and knocking him unconscious.

"Pull it down."

Jia Nixi let out a low cry. When he saw Mu Jiaoman being dragged out of the barracks, he turned to look at the towering Wushan Mountain and murmured to himself in an inaudible voice:

"Stay alive."

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After walking around in the mountains and forests until the morning light appeared on the horizon, Li Tongya flew up from a messy and empty village and murmured to himself:

"All the smoke in the east has stopped, and Shanyue's army has withdrawn. How could Mujiaoman let Xiang Ping return to the east so easily..."

Riding the wind to the west, we saw a piece of bare land under our feet. Counting the days, we found that it had not rained for half a year.

"No wonder there are so many refugees in Shangyue."

Li Tongya frowned and assessed the situation in Shanyue, judging the possibility of refugees crossing the border.

"My Li family has abundant warehouses in the past few years. Carrying thousands of refugees is not a problem, and it can increase the population. We are just afraid that if the drought continues, the Meichi River will dry up, and we will no longer be able to grow food."

"The Ji family's letter mentioned the sacrifice, and I guess Janixi doesn't have much time to dance..."

As Li Tongya continued to penetrate deeper into the territory of Shanyue, more and more dry and cracked land and dead trees with stripped bark appeared in the field of vision, and Da Jueting had slowly emerged from the distance.

The only city in the mountains was covered with traces of time. The walls were corroded by wind and rain, with pits on the outside and decay on the inside.

A high altar has been erected next to Dajueting. It is made of soil, wood and stones. It is almost completed. It is said that Jianixi will offer sacrifices to the sky on it, and the great cause will be unified.

Although the craftsmen on the altar looked haggard and sweated profusely, they looked hopeful and reverent. Everyone was looking forward to Jia Nixi's efforts to end the chaos and bring a stable life to them.

"We can't go any further."

Li Tongya stopped silently. This time he found nothing in his search just like every time before. He turned around and retreated in despair, towards Wangyue Lake.

Wangyue Lake has retreated hundreds of miles. The cracked river bed is full of dead fish and rotten shrimps. It is so smokey that people can't open their eyes. Jackals and vultures are everywhere looking for food. It looks like a paradise for animals. Li Tongya is walking on Wangyue Lake. After a round trip, we returned to Lijing Mountain.

Just after landing on the mountain, Li Tongya saw a fat black pig corpse lying in the courtyard. The long hair all over the body was shiny and beautiful. The two fangs were as long as an adult's arm and were as white as jade.

Li Xuanling and Li Xuanxuan on the side were hurriedly injecting spirit-sealing techniques into the joints and acupoints of the black pig corpse, while Li Xuanfeng was wiping his bow on the big bluestone.

"Father Zhong!"

Seeing Li Tongya falling slowly, Li Xuanfeng, who was sitting on the big bluestone beside him, chuckled. He held a bow in his left hand and a large sack in his right hand. He jumped under the stone, raised his head and laughed loudly:

"This wild boar demon is so big, with peak fetal breath cultivation, it's enough to feed everyone!"

Li Tongya smiled softly, and with a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he saw a long black and shiny arrow buried in the monster's head. Apart from that, his body was completely intact with no wounds. He said with some surprise:

"One arrow?"

"One arrow!"

Li Xuanfeng raised his head proudly, threw the long black bow in his hand and hung it behind his back. He bent down and reached into the hollow eye socket of the pig demon. He took out the long arrow and shook it off indifferently. The red and white thing replied:

"I chased the pig demon all night. In the early morning, while the pig demon was eating wood and bamboo, I exploded its eyes with an arrow and penetrated into its brain, killing it."

"good."

Li Tongya praised, but still spoke to persuade:

"Don't worry, this mountain boar monster will die after just one arrow from you. If you let this monster get close to you, it will pierce your intestines and stomach with just one push, leaving you with no place to bury you. You still have to be careful and find some cultivation." Come and kill low-level monsters.”

"oh"

Li Xuanfeng responded in a low voice and replied with some dissatisfaction:

"This monster can't even stick to the corners of my clothes!"

Li Tongya smiled, patted his shoulder and explained:

"I know that your bow skills are excellent, and only your father Ji's talent in swordsmanship can rival yours in the family. I just want you to remember the frailty of the human body."

Seeing his serious look, Li Tongya said in a deep voice:

"Although the fetal breath Qi training is said to be as powerful as an ox, it can easily break open monuments, split rocks, fly over eaves, and climb walls, it is much weaker than monsters. My uncle has also fought many enemies during the Qi training period. Do you know that those who lose are often because of How seriously injured?"

"Enemy's spell?"

Li Xuanfeng's curiosity aroused and he asked quickly.

"No."

Li Tongya shook his head and said solemnly:

"It's a fall."

"Those who practice qi walk through the air, but those who are not strong-willed will feel pain and fear when they are wounded by the enemy. They often cannot hold the spell and suddenly fall to the ground. Not to mention the broken bones and tendons, how can they still have the strength to fight with the enemy?" "

As soon as these words came out, Xuanxuan and Xuanling around them all looked thoughtful, and Li Xuanfeng suddenly nodded, responded repeatedly, and said with a smile:

"Father Zhong, it's great to have you at home."

"You kid."

Li Tongya suddenly laughed and shook his head. Then he saw Li Xuanfeng pick up the sack in his right hand and said with a smile:

"Father Zhong, look!"

After saying that, he untied the rope and poured out three snarling little wild boars. Li Xuanfeng held the necks of the wild boars, picked up one in each hand, and explained:

"I found three wild boars in that den. Maybe I can raise them at home?"

"There is a lot of spiritual rice bran and leaves left, and there are some scraps left after killing the monsters, which can be raised. However, wild boars eat a lot, so raising just one is enough."

Li Tongya nodded and saw Li Xuanfeng smiling:

"This is easy to handle!"

Hearing a click, Li Xuanfeng exerted force with both hands, and the two little mountain pigs in his hands died in death, leaving only one in the sack still eager to try to escape.

"This pig demon cub is really invincible to ordinary people. Find a disciple with a foreign surname who has cultivation to watch it."

Having said this, Li Tongya turned his head and looked at Li Xuanxuan, who was holding the spirit-sealing magic formula and casting it on the corpse, and said in a deep voice:

"Xuan'er, what happened to the foreign surname and the monks in the family?"

"Ouch."

Li Xuanxuan quickly raised his head and replied respectfully:

"Except Chen Donghe and Li Qiuyang, there have been three monks with foreign surnames and branches in the family in recent years. One of them is Ye. The child has been taken care of. Now it has been changed back to the branch of Li family. The monks with foreign surnames have also married into Li family. Home."

"good."

Li Tongya nodded approvingly and asked:

"How's your cultivation going?"

"Unsatisfactory!"

Li Xuanxuan shook his head and explained:

"My family members all use the "Qingyuan Yanglun Method" left by senior Si Yuanbai in the fetal breath breathing method. The practice is very different from my family."

Li Xuanxuan opened his mouth to speak "Taiyin Tu Na Yang Lun Sutra", but was blocked by the mysterious bead talisman in the Qihai Cave, interrupting his words, and even alarmed Lu Jiangxian who was studying with great concentration, and he knew it with a glance of his spiritual consciousness. The whole story, Li Xuanxuan was speechless for a moment. Realizing that he had made a mistake, he changed his words:

"The speed of cultivation is very different from that of my family's method. Now the highest level is only the second level of the Fetal Breathing Wheel. On weekdays, I just grow spiritual rice to feed the oakworms."

Li Tongya nodded after hearing this and thought to himself:

"We also need to see if we can get a good replacement for this Fetal Breathing Technique. There are only six Mysterious Pearl Talismans. Sooner or later, most of the disciples will not have enough. Don't use this cheap stuff then."

Li Xuanxuan and Li Xuanling took care of the whole mountain boar demon and asked someone to drag it away. Li Xiewen came up to report that the Liu family came to report the funeral and that his uncle Liu Linfeng had gone tonight.

"well"

The Xuan generation members in the family were still ignorant, but Li Tongya felt suffocated.

Counting the days, he was already forty years old. Liu Linfeng was twenty-five years older than him and lived to be sixty-five, which was considered a long life in the village.

"Don't inform mother."

Mr. Liu's health has been poor in recent years. After Li Mutian left, he seemed to have lost his soul. He kept wandering around and sometimes didn't know where he went. Li Tongya was afraid of hurting the old man.

"I'll go down the mountain and have a look."

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Chen Donghe walked along the path drawn by Li Xiangping. He did not see any large groups of Shanyue soldiers and horses, and even the soldiers stationed there were withdrawn.

Along the way, in addition to corpses scattered all over the place, there were vultures and jackals eating the corpses. There was no water source on the dry land, and only some small pools remained on the dry riverbed.

The group of people walked dejectedly, and the whole team could only hear the faint sound of sobs.

Of the 1,000 people who went out that year, only more than 200 came back. Although they caused the enemy ten times more casualties and a hundred times more turmoil, the people who returned were still wounded everywhere and looked sad.

Chen Donghe glanced at Li Yesheng, who was lying curled up on the stretcher next to him. He was bent at the waist and had been in a coma for three days. Finally, he saw him open his eyes slightly and asked Chen Donghe in a low voice:

"Where's the head of the family?"

"In front."

Chen Donghe squeezed out a smile and felt a slight pain in his heart when he saw Li Yesheng closing his eyes with a smile, but found a tear falling from the corner of Li Yesheng's eyes and choked with sobs:

"Uncle Ye Sheng, I know I can't hide this from you."

Li Yesheng closed his eyes tightly and said warmly:

"How did you die?"

"Witchcraft kills."

Chen Donghe answered while holding back tears, and Li Yesheng sighed from deep in his throat, tears falling from the corners of his eyes again.

Li Yesheng not only wept that such a powerful person like Li Xiangping ended so hastily, but also mourned the complete end of his power and status. As for his relationship with Li Xiangping, Li Yesheng's heart was as complicated as a bowl of pimple soup that had been boiled and scattered on the floor.

"Brother Xiang Ping, you and I are actually the same kind of people."

Li Yesheng is more familiar with Li Xiangping than Li Xiangping.

He knew that when he was fifteen years old, the bluestone was his brother Li Yesheng's blood, and he also knew what the guilt in Li Xiangping's eyes was that year. Li Yesheng knew it, but pretended not to know.

In fact, the twelve-year-old Li Yesheng was always beaten, scolded and molested by his brother. He gritted his teeth and counted them. There were three knives in Lijing Village, one big and two small. If he wanted to get rid of his brother Li Yesheng, they had to start a conflict.

As a result, Li Yesheng could always hear all kinds of rumors about Li Mutian's family. Li Yesheng walked on thin ice and pushed carefully for three years before finally killing him.

Li Yesheng originally thought that Li Mutian would take action, but he didn't expect that he borrowed Li Xiangping's knife, and Li Yesheng became his lackey for the rest of his life. However, he didn't expect that Li Xiangping died before him, which made him miserable.

"Brother Xiang Ping, in the next life I want to be your biological brother, as good as Brother Tongya and as close as Brother Changhu."

Li Yesheng murmured, raised his hand with difficulty, and took out a bottle of medicine from his waist.

This was the medicine he prepared in case it fell into Shanyue's hands and was tortured. He didn't know what it tasted like yet.

"Surviving is nothing more than lingering on. Xie Wen has grown up now and has a deep relationship with Xuan Xuan. The arrangements for his parents are enough."

Li Yesheng raised his hand with difficulty, feeling the clear liquid slowly flowing into his mouth. His mouth suddenly became numb, and he slowly began to twist. His white hair was swaying on the stretcher.

"Damn it, it's painful."

he thought angrily at the end of his life.