Xuanjian Immortal Clan

The evening breeze echoed in the courtyard, grass blades were floating everywhere, and the dim candles were extinguished. There was a middle-aged woman sitting in the courtyard. Her appearance was not outstanding, but she had a somewhat generous air. She leaned against the stone table. .

The servant below bowed his knees and said tremblingly:

"I asked the young master, and he said that the climate in Dongshanyue is pleasant and he doesn't want to come back."

Lu Wanrong shook her head helplessly, sighed, and said warmly:

"I don't know about him yet? He's just looking for witchcraft in the mountains and mountains... He wants to open up spiritual orifices, but his father hasn't returned for a long time, so I can't help him."

Li Xuanling had only one wife and never took any concubines. She gave birth to two sons for Li Xuanling. The two children had completely different personalities. The eldest sister, Li Qinghong, was bright and high-spirited and had now reached the third level of Qi training. The second son, Li Yuanyun, had no spiritual acuity. Nameless, now more and more gloomy.

Lu Wanrong saw the change in Li Yuanyun and was very anxious. She talked to Li Xuanling several times. Every time Li Xuanling talked about this legitimate son, she always wanted to let him go, as long as he didn't harm anyone...

She was a perceptive woman, but she felt a sense of guilt from her husband inexplicably. She was always forgiving of Li Yuanyun, which made her at a loss.

Even when she carried Yuan Yun up the mountain, except for Li Tongya, who was too powerful and made her tremble and dare not raise her head, the other people of the Xuan generation, whether Li Xuanfeng or Li Xuanxuan, were always surprisingly kind to Li Yuanyun.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it."

Lu Wanrong shook her head, dispelled this thought, and said in a deep voice:

"What do you say in the market?"

"Back to Madam, the news from the city has come back. So far... there is still no news about the third master."

Lu Wanrong is now nearly forty years old. She is not very talented. Now she is only at the third level of fetal breath cultivation. She cannot keep up with her husband's footsteps. Because of her sensitive surname, she dare not buy property and take power. She has always kept a low profile, but now Li Xuanling is already three months old. Before returning, Lu Wanrong could no longer hold back.

She tightened the jade cup in her hand, her brows filled with worry, and said in a deep voice:

"There has been no news for three months... My husband has always been cautious, something must have happened... How can I reply from the mountain?"

The servant knelt down with a plop and whispered:

"Back to Madam, Li Jingshan has been sealed off from top to bottom. We and others are talking quietly and cannot see the young master."

Lu Wanrong's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a deep uneasiness arose in her heart. She quickly got a pen and ink, wrote quickly, and murmured:

"No, there must be a problem here. I need to ask Qinghong."

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Li Xuanling crossed the river again, shuttled among the sea of ​​clouds for a while, caught a few people to ask for directions, and determined the direction of Luoxia Mountain. He flew slowly in the wind, falling down from time to time and walking. The whole journey was calm and calm.

This road goes along the territory of Xu State, and there are mostly Taoist temples everywhere. Li Xuanling looked at the direction, and after going around and around, he arrived near Bianyan Mountain. Now this is the junction of Xiuyue Sect and Boring Gold Gate. Gloomy green sprouts have sprouted in the wasteland, which is quite pleasant in the misty rain. There are also pedestrians coming and going on the road, which makes it a bit lively.

"After all, the Xiuyue Sect is the most righteous among the three sects, which is really rare..."

The Xiuyue Sect is one of the few sects among the three sects and seven sects that adheres to the Immortal Mansion's concept of escaping from the world and becoming an immortal. Most of its disciples practice in the mountains and do not often walk around the world. Therefore, there are no famous monks, except for those who are known as the golden elixir. The number one Shangyuan Zhenren and the rest of the Xiuyue Sect are actually unknown and unknown.

"Bian Yanshan... there seems to be a temple. Back then, the temple was forced by a demon and had to collect boys and girls for the monster to eat. I don't know what is happening now."

Under the Xiuyue Sect, attacks between Taoist traditions were explicitly prohibited. There were many small Taoist clans in the mountains. Although they secretly conspired and framed each other and blamed each other, mergers and murders were still inevitable every year. The competition was much milder than other places. .

Li Xuanling wandered around here for a while, watching the mountains filled with mist and drizzle. He remembered the Taoist temple he had seen when he came to slay the demons, and thought to himself:

"The Zi Mansion asked me to go to Luoxia Mountain, but they didn't give a time..."

Although he, Li Xuanling, is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, he has already accepted this arrangement, but he also wants to live a few more days and see more of this world, and now he is thinking to himself:

"Driving all the way here, my mana has been somewhat depleted. Why not take a look at this small temple, take a rest, and then go north."

So the wind fell, and now the world is at peace. The solid small hall that was covered by the illusion array has now been openly revealed. The majestic stone statues on both sides are dripping wetly with rainwater, which keeps flowing down the cheeks of the stone statues. As it flowed down, Li Xuanling held the spell, knocked twice on the gray-red wooden door with peach charms, and said with a smile:

"The mountain cultivator is here to visit, please ask the temple master to open the door!"

Li Xuanling called twice, but no one answered. He was slightly frightened and raised his hand hesitantly, but the gray-red door slowly opened.

"Crunch──"

The door of the palace opened automatically without any wind, and the morning breeze brought fresh rainwater into the palace. Li Xuanling stopped silently, staring blankly at the scenery inside the palace.

It was raining heavily outside the courtyard and the white cranes were crowing, but the inside of the palace was dark, the candlelight was slightly yellow, and the inexplicable smell of incense mixed with the smell of blood hit the face, making people feel uncomfortable.

Dark blood was flowing on the ground, reflecting a little bit of golden light. The statue of the puppet clay body was solemn and solemn, but beneath it lay a pile of bones. The headless corpse of an old Taoist priest knelt in front of the temple, with gray hair scattered all over. The ground flutters gently with the wind.

The futon in the middle has been covered by piles of corpses of Taoist priests. The bones are piled up high in layers. The eyes are wide open, but there is no trace of resentment. Instead, there is a sense of peace and tranquility.

Sitting quietly cross-legged above the mountain of corpses was a bare-chested monk. His muscles were red and muscular, with clear lines. He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and meditated, and a golden mark appeared between his eyebrows, which flickered continuously.

The broken limbs and flesh on the ground were covered with lacquered golden runes. The blood dripped from the red-dyed silk, making a ticking sound, and fell on the almost perfect muscle lines of the monk in the middle. He was completely unaware of it. ,like a statue.

"Fahui..."

This person was exactly the monk who Li Xuanling passed by Zhao Guoduan Chenxiang more than ten days ago, and rushed forward to entangle with Li Xuanling for no reason. Now he was full of blood, his breath was fluctuating, and he was sitting cross-legged on the mountain of corpses, covered in blood.

Fa Hui's ears twitched, and his resolute face was covered with dried blood. His eyelids moved twice, and he slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were golden and red, full of blazing anger, and he stared quietly at Li Xuanling below. .

"Snake, dragon, evil beast, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"