Xuanjian Immortal Clan

"I know."

Li Yuanjiao waved his hand, first picked up the storage bag that was captured by the demon cultivator who killed the stillborn fetus on the road, counted the contents inside, and said:

"There is also a [Blue Blade] in the middle stage of Qi training in the clan's treasure house. You can take it out first and sell it for emergency use. As for the [Six Stone Cloud Plate] in the same middle stage... it is a rare magic shield produced by Qingchi, so I still keep it."

He weighed it twice, put away the storage bag in his hand, and said:

"After all, I am a fetal breath monk. This storage bag is not as big as a desk, and it contains only ten spiritual stones."

That being said, this demon cultivator is already much richer than ordinary fetal breath cultivators. Li Yuanjiao put the things away, and Li Qinghong on the side said:

"Zhongmai Qingku, I still have nine spiritual stones with me, brother, take them and use them."

He couldn't help but put a few spiritual stones into his hand. Li Yuanjiao silently took them, thanked him, and replied:

"My brother owes you."

After all, Li Xizhi is his legitimate son, so taking out the clan's magical weapons and selling them is already the limit. If it were other families, there must have been objections to using public affairs for personal gain, and it would not be enough to just take them out and sell them.

Li Qinghong just shrugged and said with a smile:

"Brother, it's up to you."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled. Li Yuanjiao packed up his things and took out a few fetal breathing instruments placed in the warehouse. He took out the map and took a look at it, preparing to find a trade.

"Guanyun Fengfang City is destroyed, and the journey to Fang City is much longer."

Li Yuanjiao looked at the picture for a while. He originally planned to go to Yuan's Dazhanfang to calculate the distance, but Guyanfang in the desert to the west was closer.

"Then I'll go to Guyanfang! Now that communications are cut off from time to time, I can still see Uncle Donghe."

…

Li Yuanjiao on the mountain packed up his things and left. The snow under the mountain became heavier and heavier, fluttering like goose feathers. The whole town and the mountains were covered with white. Li Xijun followed a group of elders to see Li Ximing off and went back to the mountain.

He was walking in the snow with his hands behind his back, and his light and eye-catching clothes made him look more worldly.

Unlike his elder brother Li Xi'an, he had many things to worry about in the clan. He only had a leisurely job in the clan's main courtyard. He practiced in seclusion on weekdays and occasionally went down the mountain to slay monsters.

After only a dozen miles, Yuting Mountain appeared in front of us. It was a towering mountain with snow-capped top and covered with green pines.

"The snow on the pine trees in the Yuting Garden can drive away evil spirits."

Li Xijun has been cultivating in Yuting Mountain for many years. There are more and more pine trees on the mountain. Yuting Mountain is so high that it penetrates into the sky. There is snow every year. The guard Li Qinghong kills monsters with thunder. Therefore, there are many poems and essays in the four towns below Yuting Mountain. He read it briefly and recognized a few sentences.

After walking a few steps with the sword in his arms, two people were standing at the foot of the mountain. When they saw him, they bowed respectfully and said softly:

"I've met the young master."

These two were the brothers of the An family, An Siming and An Siwei, who were several years older than Li Xijun and were sent to Yuting Peak to practice by Li Yuanping.

An Siming was carrying a sword, and An Siwei was carrying a gun. They both wore golden rings on their hands. Li Xijun exchanged a few words of greetings, raised the secret seal and opened the formation, and the golden light flashed slowly.

An Siming stepped forward, hesitated and spoke softly:

"Sir, there is a girl in Siming's family. She is in the golden age. She has spiritual acupoints. She is now at the second level of fetal breath cultivation. She has a beautiful appearance..."

He looked a little embarrassed and spoke in a long and drawn-out manner. Li Xijun stepped forward with his sword in hand. The formation slowly closed behind him. He stepped on the snow on the road as he walked and said:

"An Keqing wants to marry me, Zhongmai?"

The two of them responded one after another and said some flattering words. Li Xijun smiled and said:

"My father died young in middle age. Zhongmai is decided by my aunt. If I can get past her and the clan, I can naturally meet him."

Seeing his appearance, the two of them had no choice but to nod. Li Xijun looked at the snow on the loose and sighed:

"This is not something I can decide on."

Brother An nodded, Li Xijun rubbed the scabbard, his thoughts drifted away, and he said to himself:

'The An family is all very talented. If Zhong's father breaks through the Foundation Establishment and there is a change, fifty years later he will have at least two uncles who are at the peak of Qi training, plus the uncle who may also be at the peak of Qi training... or even more...'

Li Xijun pinched Luoxue and let it slowly melt in his hands:

"Mr. An didn't know that there was Xianjian suppressing her in the family, so she thought that if she married Bomai, her family would be afraid of holding her descendants hostage, and if she married Zhongmai, she would be afraid of doing things to uphold her position..."

"An Junyan is a despicable person. I can't tell. Li Feiruo probably has a severe headache, so she came to test my tone." ’

"Wow..."

The green pine drooped slightly, and the snow on the tree fell. Li Xijun raised his slender eyebrows and said with a smile:

"Go up the mountain to practice!"

…

Li Yuanjiao rode the wind for half a day, crossed the center of the lake, and arrived at the west bank of Wangyue Lake. This area is full of large and small mountains. There are dozens of Immortal Cultivation Families, most of them are Feixi Families, and there are only a few Qi Practitioners.

This is the territory of the foundation-building casual cultivator He Daoist. This casual cultivator in the middle stage of foundation-building has always kept aloof from the world. He lives by collecting offerings on the three-thirds of an acre of land, and the other families do not bother him.

Crossing the west bank, you will see a towering mountain that fills the sky and the earth. This mountain is flat and long, with bare tops, exposed rocks, and thin veins. This mountain is called [Xiping], which isolates the desert from Wangyue Lake. It is also the link between Qingchi Sect and Jinyu. The junction of sects.

After crossing Xiping again, the climate suddenly became hot, dry and hot. After flying for a few days, yellow sand gradually appeared, and a majestic pass appeared in front of us.

The ancient pass of Yue State, Guyan Pass.

A section of Guyan Pass was occupied by the Guyan Temple under the rule of the Jin Yu Sect. Li Yuanjiao rode the wind to the pass. With a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he could see a hot and bright formation ready to go. As long as he took a step forward, he would instantly The formation will be activated.

"Li Yuanjiao of the Li family in Lijing came to visit and asked the temple master to open a grand formation!"

He gathered his magic power, waited for a few breaths, and saw a Taoist priest flying out of the formation. His cultivation level was only at the third level of Qi training. He was wearing half yellow and half white robes. He looked nondescript, but he was full of smiles:

"I have met fellow Taoist, poor Taoist Gu Yan Bai Yinzi!"

Li Yuanjiao smiled and nodded. The man's posture was very low, his smile seemed very attentive, and he said hurriedly:

"But are you here to look for Fellow Daoist Donghe? Fellow Daoist, please follow me in!"

Although Chen Donghe had been staying here for many years, Li Yuanjiao was so suspicious and vicious that he would not let him in. His eyes wandered on his face, he smiled, his hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and he said softly:

"There's no need to go in. It's better to ask Uncle Donghe to come out."

Bai Yinzi was stunned for a moment, wiped the sweat from his face, his lips trembled, and he said hesitantly:

"It's not very convenient! It's not very convenient. Fellow Taoist Donghe is injured and it's not appropriate to move around at will. You'd better ask fellow Taoist to come in."

Li Yuanjiao laughed and replied:

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

Bai Yinzi breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face again. Li Yuanjiao took the opportunity to step forward, his expression suddenly changed, his eyebrows raised, his entire face instantly became fierce, and he said sternly:

"How brave!"

The Qingchi Sword in his hand has jumped out of its sheath, lit up with a white light, made a harsh whistling sound, and the Yue Que Sword arced vigorously.

Bai Yinzi felt his face was cut by a knife. He shouted loudly, and he was so horrified that half of his life was gone. He summoned the earth-yellow turtle shield magic weapon in his hand and screamed:

"Fellow Taoist has misunderstood! Fellow Taoist, spare your life!"

How could Li Yuanjiao believe it? His mind was spinning like lightning, and he just thought:

'I don't know if Uncle Donghe is still here. He wants to trick me into joining the battle. He must not have any foundation-building monks. I just took the opportunity to capture this person and see if I can replace Uncle Donghe! ’

‘If you can’t, it can be considered as revenge for Uncle Donghe. ’

In a flash, the arc of the sword struck the shield with a bang. This unknown turtle shield must also be a very important magical weapon in the temple. It looks like a top-grade Qi training weapon, but the [Green Ruler Sword] is a foundation-building method. weapon, this single strike with the sword made Guidun scream, and Bai Yinzi's face turned red.

His dead soul emerged, and he screamed:

"Fellow Daoist Donghe! Fellow Daoist Donghe! Save me quickly, I am going to be beaten to death by your family!"

Li Yuanjiao was slightly startled after hearing this, his hands were already loosened, and he immediately reached forward and said in a deep voice:

"Let go, I won't kill you!"

Bai Yinzi's face turned red, and when he closed his eyes, he really stood there carefree, and the magic weapon also lost its luster. Li Yuanjiao put the sword on his neck, and he immediately believed it, a little embarrassed.

"Master! Master!"

A middle-aged man came out of the array with a pale face and several medicine bags attached to his body. He came up to him with a wry smile and said repeatedly:

"Misunderstanding...misunderstanding..."

Li Yuanjiao had no choice but to put away his sword in a low voice, returned the salute to Bai Yinzi, and said with a slight embarrassment:

"I'm sorry, fellow Taoist..."

Bai Yinzi was still frightened and said tremblingly:

"Sure enough, they are from a family of swordsmen... This sword strike scared half of the poor Taoist soul away."

Chen Donghe apologized, and Bai Yinzi waved his hand and replied:

"It's because I'm a poor man who doesn't speak tactfully. It's because I want to accompany him. I'm sorry, sir."

Chen Donghe had been away from home for many years, but he still called Mr. Li Yuanjiao according to his custom. He also deflected Bai Yinzi, and Li Yuanjiao followed him. He slowly settled down, and Bai Yinzi took a few breaths, and then his tongue slowly relaxed. , sighed:

"No wonder the nobles can stand out in the dangerous and unpredictable place of Qingchi Sect, invade east and west, and be promoted to a noble family... I really can't learn this decisiveness from a poor man!"

Li Yuanjiao sheathed his sword at this moment, his eyebrows stretched, and he no longer looked as ruthless and decisive as before. Instead, he looked a little fierce. Instead, he praised Bai Yinzi and continued:

"The Immortal Tax under my Jin Yu Sect is also heavy, but it is far less than that of Qingchi who kills everyone at every turn. The annexation between the two temples still has to be reported to Jin Yu. If we merge again, we won't kill everyone..."

"Let me tell you...the Qingchi Boring and Gold Sect is acting like a demonic cultivator. Let's just talk here and it will make us sick. Don't say it is slandering the Immortal Sect..."

This man was talking ramblingly, and Li Yuanjiao just listened. Finally, when he had a chance to breathe, he looked at Chen Donghe and said with concern:

"Why is this so?"

"It's just a demon cultivator!"

Chen Donghe now has reached the sixth level of Qi training. He smiled, his face was pale, and he said warmly:

"A few days ago, a group of demonic cultivators went north to cross Xiping Mountain. They happened to pass by Guyan Temple. I fought hard with the monks in the temple and managed to save the formation. I only suffered some injuries and was bedridden for many days."

"I had no choice but to ask the temple owner to come out to greet me. I didn't want the young master to misunderstand..."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Li Yuanjiao started to argue and asked:

"Where did this demonic cultivator go?"

"We have been unable to attack for a long time. We have already crossed Xiping and may be heading to the west bank."

Li Yuanjiao estimated the time, but he probably couldn't catch up, so he had to sigh with regret.

After all, this group of demonic cultivators can't even break through this large formation. I'm afraid most of them are in the early stage of Qi training. If we can call the monks from the upper clan to catch this group of demonic cultivators and kill people and seize treasures, we can make up for this. Financial hole.

So he took some elixirs from the storage bag and handed them to Chen Donghe. The elixir supplies on Chen Donghe had long been exhausted in that battle, so he immediately thanked him and took them.

Chen Donghe smiled and said:

"This is the temple master, Bai Yinzi. He has helped me a lot over the years. He has provided full support in terms of financial resources and spiritual energy. He is also kind and honest."

Li Yuanjiao raised his hand, indicating that they knew each other, while Bai Yinzi waved his hand and said with a smile:

"Fellow Taoist Donghe has also helped me a lot over the years. He defeated several opponents for me in the temple fair. I have benefited from it, and I don't have to give him room and board in vain."

This was said frankly, Chen Donghe smiled warmly, and Bai Yinzi praised again:

"Fellow Daoist Donghe has extraordinary charisma. Even his defeated generals admire him. He has gained such a great reputation in this desert over the years!"

The two laughed and talked for a while, and Bai Yinzi took the two of them to a banquet. It was not until midnight that Chen Donghe took Li Yuanjiao back to the courtyard.

As soon as the courtyard door was closed, the magic circle that separated the inside and outside was in operation. There was an old woman sitting in the courtyard, with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and forehead. She was holding an oil lamp and writing something with a pen. When she saw the two people coming in, she raised her head and said softly. Voice:

"It turns out that Jiao'er is here."

"aunt…"

Li Yuanjiao was stunned for a breath, and then realized that the Li Jingtian in front of him was already over fifty years old. He was completely different from what he remembered in the past. Except for his still soft and gentle eyes, he could no longer tell what he looked like back then.

It is rare for mortals in Dalishan to live to this age. However, Chen Donghe spent some spiritual things to nurse Li Jingtian back to health. Now he looks quite healthy and not at all depressed. He said with a genuine smile:

"How is the situation at home? I wonder how Father Zhong is doing?"

Li Yuanjiao was so strong that he couldn't help but burst into tears after hearing these words. He forced himself to close his eyes, pressed his five fingers on the sword, and the [Green Ruler Sword] also buzzed and jumped, and wailed:

"The ancestor has passed away and become immortal, and his body has passed away from Taiyin..."

Li Jingtian's face turned pale and tears fell down. Chen Donghe became even more arrogant, his expression changed several times, and he stood straight on the spot.

"There will eventually be...this moment, there will eventually be...this moment."

Li Jingtian looked pale. She had heard some news at home, and now she accepted it better. However, Chen Donghe was devastated, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and lost his voice:

"Impossible! How is it possible!"

All the expressions on his face were out of control. Chen Donghe, who had never changed his expression in the face of life and death crises, lost his composure. His eyes darkened, he took a few steps back and said in disbelief:

"Unless Zifu takes action, who can kill Father Zhong!"

He spoke fluently for a moment, and even Zhong's father screamed out, his face was red, and he was panting on the spot. Li Yuanjiao quickly reached out to help him and sorted out the Qi pulse in his body. Chen Donghe finally let out a hiss and spat out black blood.

He was already suffering from internal injuries, but as soon as he vomited out the blood, his face looked much better. He raised his head and asked:

"But the old wound left by Maha?"

"yes…"

After receiving the answer, Chen Donghe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and whispered:

"I'm jealous of the talented people...Li Jing's fourth son...actually silenced!"

Li Yuanjiao tilted his head slightly. The news of Li Chijing's death was not acknowledged by his family. However, Chen Donghe had been the mainstay of the family for many years and must have had something to rely on. He just hid it in his heart. Now he was so angry that he blurted it out.

Li Jingtian comforted him for a while, and Chen Donghe quickly recovered, lowered his head and said:

"It's funny."

Li Yuanjiao couldn't say those words of comfort and silently adjusted his Qi and pulse. Chen Donghe said:

"Dong He is injured. He will wait for his subordinates to take care of him, and then he will take the young master to Guyanfang tomorrow."

Li Yuanjiao nodded repeatedly, and the couple helped him into the inner courtyard.

Not long after, a suppressed cry came from the door.

Li Yuanjiao listened silently, feeling lost, sitting alone in the courtyard, the tea on the table untouched, shining brightly in the blood-like sunset.

He put his hands on his knees and cast his gaze towards the red sunset on the edge of the desert. The desert smoke, like a dragon, a whale, a wolf or a snake, surged in the sky, slowly running towards the black and red distance.